#once i finish this presentation then i can get my energy out with a walk

[hellvcifer]

ANGEL SUPPORT SERVICES—

pairing; lucifer x fem!angel!reader (?), slight adam x fem!angel!reader (?) i don't know yet. still developing ideas atp wc; 2.9k note; yeah i really don't know where this story will go but it's been stuck in my head for a bit. hope you enjoy!! and let me know who the pairing should be bcs i can't decide lol !!

“Hello!” Charlie peeked around the door, eyes glancing side-to-side as she took in the decor. Various whites and golds fancily accentuated the interior of the Embassy. She walked in further, noting the long pathway, surrounded by empty seating, all leading up to a desk in the distance. “Hello?” Her soft voice echoed with the sound of her footsteps. “Helloo~o…? Cre~epy…” Her face scrunched, shoulders curling in as she got closer to the lone desk.

She approached, not knowing what else to do. This being her first time at the Heaven Embassy and all. A solid gold bell was centered on the white porcelain, embellished with fanciful design and begging someone to ring it. Charlie stared at it for a moment before her hand slapped the top of it. The emitted chime was soft and held out the delightful sound. 

A bright flash of light emitted from behind the desk, swirls of golden flowers and sparkling light appearing and growing bigger before revealing a figure wrapped in a mass of feathers. They shuffled a bit and spread out widely to reveal the back of the owner. 

“Oh!” You turned around, eyes widening upon seeing the guest. “Welcome to the Heaven Embassy!” You smiled brightly, arms held out to gesture to the place. “I'm with Angel Support Services, you can call me Y/N, how can I help you?” 

“Oh, uh Hi! I’m Charlie! Charlie Morningstar.” The girl returned your energy, eyes attentive. “So nice to meet you! I’m here for a meeting with, uh, Heaven.” She explained.

“Right!” Your eyes scanned her quickly, “I heard they were sending someone… new.” You giggled.

“Yes! I’m here filling in for my father, of course, I’m sure you know that but I really wanted to present my new idea about rehabbing sinners and the–”

“Rehabbing sinners?” Your eyes widened, lips curling in. Hand covered your mouth. 

“I know right! Just the best solution to our problem! It may sound a little crazy but I’ve compiled an entire speech–”

“That is… A great idea.” You interrupted her, swallowing down your laughter. Oh, he is gonna eat her alive. “I’m sure they would love to hear it.” Your hands flourished in the air and a pen appeared in one while a scroll in the other. The glow on them shined as you set the paper in front of the girl. “Please sign in here.”

“Oh, Okay!” She grabbed the pen, “I'm super happy to be here! It’s so nice to meet with such friendly people from Heaven considering the ex–Oh!” As soon as she finished signing, the items disappeared and shocked her.

“Of course, of course! We get that alot.” You continued your cheery tune as a door opened on your right. “Through there please.” You gestured in the said direction.

“Just, uh walk in then, huh?” Charlie asked.

You smirked with a nod, eyes sharpening though she seemed oblivious. “Good luck!” You waved with a twiddle of your fingers, watching her leave. “You’re gonna need it~” You spoke quietly, watching the doors shut behind her. You shook your head releasing a sigh. 

Within the next hour you remained at the desk within the Embassy, awaiting the poor girl’s exit. No doubt going on and on about her silly little rehabilitation idea. Though her confidence was thick and made you admire that.

Once a year this happened, and it was the same every time. Answer the ring, pop on down, sign in whomever was visiting, and leave. Typically it had been Lucifer. But it seems that he’s sent his daughter to do it to avoid talking with you. Ever since, well… Last time, he just didn't want to see you. You huffed, sad that you wouldn’t get the chance to talk out the incident. Not that you would even know what to say.

The doors opened, a flash of red was twirled out of it and you saw Charlie land on the floor. Papers scattered around her as she tried to stand. The unnerving guitar of Heaven’s representative rifted throughout the building. The girl stood and walked towards the closing doors. 

“Um–Wait, didn’t you–” The last thing she saw was the devious smile of Adam before she was left in darkness. The last sliver of light snuffed out. “Awh, shit!” She slammed her fist against the heavy gold.

You rested your cheek against your hand, smirk ever prominent as you watched the whole thing play out. The girl was breathing heavily, head now leaning against the cold material. “Sooo, how’d it go?” Your voice was ever cheerful, dripping with a knowing cynicality. 

Charlie groaned out in response as she began picking up the drawings she originally presented earlier. 

“Yeah, that’s what most people say after meeting Adam.” You snickered. “Heaven’s finest first man, an absolute angel.” You stood straight. “Don’t take it to heart, he’s like that to everyone~” You sang out the final word as Charlie stood, her papers neatly stacked in her arms before they disappeared. She looked up at you, seeing how your expression oozed with intent.

“You knew he would react like that?” Her tone raised, questioning your actions. 

“Oh honey,” Your brows dipped as a slight pout appeared on your lips. “It’s Adam. Everyone knows. He literally calls himself the original–”

“–Dickmaster,” You finished together. “Yeah, yeah.” Charlie added.

“See! Look at you catching on so quickly.” Your hands clasped together as you brought them to your chest. 

Charlie groaned, taking a few steps forward. “Why wouldn’t you warn me before going in there?” She didn’t seem angry as she spoke, more shocked, more frustrated than ever. “I could have prepared better, or shifted my presentation, I just–Ugh!”

“The real question is: Why wouldn’t your father? He’s met with Adam plenty of times before.” Your words made her inhale sharply, eyes widening. “Eeouh~ Daddy issues? It's okay, we all have ‘em.” Your wings opened, flapping a few times and raising you off the floor to sit on your desk. “As much as I would love to help, Sweetie, I got more important things to deal with on the up-side, so if you don’t mind.” Your arm swung out, hand presenting the exit that was in line of sight. 

Charlie huffed before walking towards the exit, hand reaching out for the handle. You smiled as she opened the door and waved at her. “Come again!” 

As the resounding slam of the door echoed throughout the chamber, that was your cue to take your own leave. With a flash of light, you appeared back into the holy grounds of Heaven. The large golden gates in your view and a familiar face standing atop of the podium. 

“Y/N! Welcome back! How was the day down below?”

“Hi Saint Peter!” You greeted him, walking down the golden path to the entrance. “Same as always, super boring!” You waved a hand, sticking your tongue out. “Anyways, I’m off to pick up the notes from the meeting. Have you seen Ella?”

“Oooh, yeah. Sera asked her to cover the greeting party for new souls today and asked me, to tell you, that you’ll have to retrieve the notes from today.”  His face seemed like he was in pain as he explained what happened to you.

Your form all but deflated at the news. “Wonderful.” You groaned out the word, watching the golden gate open. You trudged through, smiling at the post angel and waving, “Thanks, Peter!” You tried to remain cheerful, wings outspread and lifted you into the air. He returned your wave and as you left, closed the gates.

With Ella gone, her duties now shifted to you as requested by Sera. Which meant you had to go deal with the First Dick. You rolled your eyes as you flew above buildings, weaving through the other residents of Heaven until you reached Headquarters.

The area was a combination of large buildings, all placed neatly in a secure area for higher ranking angels. They were decorated with the overdone gold accents and white porcelain walls. Seriously, how did they not come up with anything a bit more original. You landed on the ground and walked into one of the higher bestowed skyscrapers, being greeted by others as you did. It didn’t take long to navigate towards the elevator and pressing the button to bring you to the right level. 

You wondered why you felt the need to complete these tasks so quickly. Perhaps to feel the relief of the day being over; the chore having been finished. Just so you can enjoy the happy days of Heaven ahead. The days of the Holy and gifted, where nothing can go wrong and everything is perfect. Not a single thing misplaced or misused. Just… Perfect.

Once you arrived, your steps chorused down the long hallway. At the very end was a giant door leading to the one you were hoping to avoid. Just before it on the left was a smaller office that you stopped in front of. You knocked twice and waited for an answer. It swung open to reveal none other than–

“Lute.” You greeted rather blandly. 

“Y/N.” Her eyes were widened but she quickly bowed her head, hand raising to her chest as she did so. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You strutted into her office, eyes looking around though uninterested in anything you saw, “Ella’s out and I need the meeting notes for my report.” You quickly turned to her. “That shouldn’t be an issue, I presume?”

She straightened, “Of course not.” She walked over to her desk, picking up the pile of papers before handing them to you. You scanned them, noting the diction used and how well they were written. Obviously not Adam’s doing. You sighed though you didn’t care if he wrote them or not. “Should I notify Adam of your arrival?”

“No! No, no.” You began walking towards the door, stepping through the threshold. “That will not be necessary. In fact, don’t even mention I stopped by, mmkay? Good. Bye-bye!” You smiled though it never fully made its way to your eyes. Your pace was fast down the hallway as you reached the elevator. Luckily no one had called it and it was still on the level.

The doors opened immediately and you entered, turning around to hit the button for the lobby. You released a heavy breath and waited for the elevator to react. As the doors began to shut, the large office at the end of the hallway began to open. 

A familiar figure stepped out, “Hey! Danger Tits! when’s that dorky chick with the–” he saw you in the small gap that remained open. His body froze, mouth opened as his thoughts halted. He watched as the panels came closer together, his lips moving to utter the only thing he could process. “Y/N?”

The doors shut as you gulped. You exhaled heavily, feeling your body release any tension you had from seeing him. What a nightmare that would have been to deal with. You’ve avoided him as much as possible within the last year. Though with both of your positions, it was inevitable you run into each other from time-to-time. Quick exits and excuses were second nature to you now.

This moment for instance, you made your escape from the building and ventured over to the main one; having passed by other coworkers and fellow angels along the way. One of the final people on your list to see was Sera to hand over your report and the notes. 

This wasn’t your ordinary day in Heaven but it was certainly the busiest out of the year. Heaven had a meeting with Hell once a year to discuss any necessary things and then it was left in the wind until the next one. It wasn’t your favorite thing to be in charge of, but then again you were rewarded nicely for it. Not to mention, it was recently adjusted that there will be meetings held twice a year now. Something about boosting morale with those below.

Considering how close the buildings were, it was fairly easy to make your way to Sera’s office. You knocked and heard a soft “Come in.” You opened the door and saw her having a cup of tea with Emily sitting next to her. The younger Seraphim grinned widely at the sight of you. 

“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” She jumped from her seat and glided over to you. “How was your day? Did you have fun visiting Hell? Did you meet anyone? Please, tell me all about it!” Her joyous attitude reminded you of the new representative put forth for Hell. Charlie.

You gently laughed as she pulled you forward. “Alright, that’s enough, Emily.” Sera called out with a calming voice, pieced with a smile and causing the girl to release her grip.

She nervously chuckled, “Sorry~”

“Welcome, Y/N.” She glanced down at the papers in your hand. “I assume that is the report from today’s meeting?” 

“As requested.” You held them up and they gently floated towards Sera before laying in her hands and disappearing into thin air. 

“Your work today is appreciated.” She bowed her head towards you. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble visiting them. Please join us.” She gestured to an empty chair at the table. 

“Not at all.” You sat, and Emily rejoined the two of you. “In fact, it was mildly entertaining this time around.”

“Oh! How exciting!” Em interjected, eyes awaiting for more information.

“As you know, Hell put forth a new representative this year.” You took a sip of the freshly poured cup of tea in front of you as you explained. “She was going on and on about rehabilitating sinners as a solution to the population problem they’re having.”

They both nearly spat out their drinks, each with an opposite expression. “That’s a great idea!” “That’s a horrible idea.” You chuckled at their different responses, spoken at once.

“But why not!” Em spoke up, “It could bring an end to the issue we’ve been dealing with for so long! Not to mention, it could bring us closer to those down in Hell–”

“Sinner Rehabilitation has no evidence of working.” Sera was quick to say, “If it were even possible, we would know about it. We must not question divine judgment.” 

“But Sera–”

“That’s enough.” Her tone was stern, ending the conversation.

You took another sip of your drink, sighing into the tense air, “I guess it’s better than the extermination.” You hummed absentmindedly.

“What?” Sera was shocked at the mention of the word, her voice coming out sharply as she stared at you with wide eyes.

You turned to her. “You know,” Your hand twirled in the air as you explained. “The proposal that Adam gave forever ago but it was denied at the high council meeting.” You casually mentioned.

“I don’t remember that.” Em’s finger found her chin as she tilted her head.

You smiled. “Waay~ before your time. It was shot down before there could even be a discussion about it.” You answered. “Anyways, I’ve gotta fly. Meeting~” You explained bluntly and rose from your seat, turning to leave. “It was nice seeing you two!”

“Y/N.” Sera called out, causing you to stop and swivel your head. “Uh,” She glanced down at Emily. “A word, before you go.” She followed you out of her office, signaling the younger to stay behind. Once the door was shut, she cleared her throat. 

“About the proposal,” She spoke quietly, calm eyes masking her shakiness. “That won’t be brought up to…” She eluded without saying. 

You laughed, dismissing her worries with a flap of your hand. “Don’t worry. Rehabilitating sinners? Like they would be on board with that, am I right?”

Sera tried to join in, though she cleared her throat, “And… about the other one.” 

“Other one?” You questioned before realizing. “Oh~ The extermination?” You scoffed. “Yeah, no. It was relayed a long time ago when it was initially discussed. No use in bringing up the past. It was declined for a reason.” You squinted at her. “Unless there’s something I should know about…” 

“No! No, of course not.” She held a hand up, closing her eyes with a soft smile. “I just wanted to make sure all things are transparent between us and them.”

You instantly shifted, grinning at her answer. “Great! See you around.” You walked off though an uneasy feeling remained within your stomach. 

Quickly, you made your way over to your own office, popping through the door and shutting it. Now, you waited. It was bound to happen soon, it always did after a meeting at the Embassy occurred. 

You were chosen, hand picked as they admitted. And though the honor was bestowed upon you in all its glory, the burden you felt took its toll on you. As much as you felt gifted for being picked, there was no relief to the loneliness you felt in your position. 

The gold necklace you wore began to glow, humming loudly as the light grew brighter by the second. It was starting. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. A flash of white encapsulated you and you appeared into a familiar office.

A desk was placed some feet in front of you, the luxurious chair turned away from you. All you could see were the crossed legs of a sat figure, long and dainty, angled just slightly to the right. Cladded in white dress pants, he stared out the giant window that silhouette him. 

“Long time, no see…” He leaned forward, blonde hair peeking past the backrest of his chair. “Y/N.”

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[spideyhexx]

all of my ideas tonight include stitching up wounds after fights. so now im just thinking about taking care of billy after a fight. and you’re speaking to him in such a soft, soothing voice. and you two keep making eye contact. and after you’re done stitching up a cut on his temple he just mumbles a small “thank you, darlin’” and OHHHHHHHH…….. THE ROMANTIC TENSION IM CRUMBLING

I LOVE IT (and you, hugs) I AM ALSO gonna write this for my saccharine series CAUSE I HAVE TO

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fyi, you don’t need to read the other parts of this series to enjoy this🫶

fem!reader

Billy comes into the camp his gang had set up for the next few weeks, stumbling, his nose bloodied, his knuckles red, the cut on his temple making him wince.

His eyes are squinting, and he almost rubs his bloody hands into his eyes, but he stops himself. No one seems to be awake until his eyes lock with you.

Once all the men were asleep, you took the opportunity to bathe in your lonesome. It was nice and relaxing to finally scrub some of the grime from your skin and the sweat from the day. Your head felt heavy with sleep already. You were walking to your little tent when you locked eyes with Billy.

Your heart drops at the sight of him, and a burst of energy flows through you as you drop your dirty clothes and run over to him.

"Bonney, what did you do? What happened?! You're bleedin' still, what did you-"

"Sweetheart," he stops you from talking, his voice low, gravelly almost. You forgo the blush that rushes to your cheeks when he uses that name. He usually only did when he was mocking you or playing your game back at you, but now his eyes looked dazed, out of it. You nod your head a few times, almost like you can't stop it.

"Okay, okay, uh, c'mon," and you take his arm, dragging him more into the camp and sitting him down on the log near the burnt-out firewood.

He sits down with a grunt, his mouth parting to say something to you, but you're running off before he can even speak. Billy sighs at it, shaking his head, but all it does is make him wince in pain again.

You come back with some supplies, your canteen falling out of your arms to his feet, but luckily not spilling the water as you rush.

"Easy, sweetheart," he says, his voice is so soft, it's unnatural to you, but you can't even take the time to appreciate it. Billy is both annoyed and thankful you're up. Annoyed because of course it's you that is still awake. Thankful because he knows you care. And care enough.

Despite his words, it's hard for you to slow down. You clean his hands first, at least the knuckles, kneeling on the ground in front of him, your brow furrowing at the sight of them. "These are gonna bruise a lot," you mumble more to yourself than him, but he still replies.

"'M aware." You glance up at him, and Billy's eyes look blank, tired. Your own soften and as you clean the remainder of his hands, you try to be gentler, dipping your rag into the water and cleaning the blood.

He keeps still, but his fingers twitch when you get to one of his fingers. Once you finish cleaning it, on instinct, you lean down and kiss his knuckle, your lips more ghosting over his skin than a firmer kiss. Billy's breath hitches slightly, but he doesn't comment on it, almost too stunned that you actually kissed him. Kissed a part of him.

"There, those are all clean," you say, mustering up a smile as you grab a new rag and start cleaning the blood on his face. His eyes bore into you and it makes your heart stop.

"You have an eye contact problem," you murmur, your face inching closer to his, but only to clean his nose better. Only for that reason.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he says, his voice dripping in sarcasm and it quirks your lips up a little. You will yourself to look into his eyes, the same dazed look present in his.

"What happened?" You don't want to pester him about how he ended up like this, though your impulsivity tells you to. So you promise yourself that you'll only ask him this one time. Deep down, you felt as though you knew his answer would be vague, or he'd stay silent, so you prepared for it, to accept it and move on.

"Bar fight. This guy was pickin' on me. He started it," Billy replies after a moment, and he takes a deep breath. You feel his jaw clench slightly as your cleaning continues, but you still. He actually answered your question.

"Somethin' wrong?" He searches your eyes, your expressions are always pretty easy to read, but he doesn't have the full capacity to ponder right now.

"No," you tell him, taking a deep breath of your own before continuing. You're almost done, but you can't seem to take your eyes off of his. You've never had to tend to him like this before. You've thought about it, those times after hearing how he got a bloody nose or a nasty cut, but never did you think it would happen. Or that Billy would let you. Maybe he was softening up on you. Or maybe he doesn't care, he just needed help. You'll overthink it later before bed.

When you're done, you're about to stand when he grabs onto your wrist, turning his head slightly and you see the cut on his temple.

"Billy....shit," you say, moving to inspect the cut, holding his head in your hands and he feels his cheeks warm. He prays you don't notice.

You do. You rifle through your bag and sit with him, cleaning the cut the best you can before you attempt to stitch it. He winces, his hand jutting and grabbing your knee, making you both still.

"Sorry," he mumbles, retracting his hand and you shake your head.

"Squeeze it if you need to. 'M a strong girl." You get a slight, breathy chuckle out of him. It satisfies most of your nerves as his hand returns to your knee. You work again, stitching his cut and he sucks in a breath, "'s okay, you're doin' good, Billy."

His heart wants to twist and turn at the sound of your voice, so soft, so soothing. "Almost done, then you can go rest," you coo at him, his hand squeezing your knee tighter. He swallows hard, breathing through as you finish, giving him your smile.

He doesn't return it, but instead looks at you, piercing his gaze into your eyes without really meaning to. Your smile starts to drop a little at how intense his look is, your hands settling into your lap. Your mouth parts to speak, but you stop when he pats your knee.

"Thank you, darlin'," he breathes out, his gratitude different from the sarcasm he used earlier. His eyes almost looked teary in the moonlight but there was no way in hell you would mention it.

"Any time," you whisper, hesitantly putting your hand over his, patting the top of his hand. You've never felt this genuine with Billy and you longed for it to last. But you find yourself nervous, too anxious to move closer to him even though your body is aching for it. You swear that you see his eyes flit to your lips, but you determine it was your imagination. Your dreams getting in the way of reality.

Billy doesn't know how to handle himself either, but he knows that he likes his hand on your knee. That he likes your hand on his. Not that he'd say that.

When his head shifts in the slightest of movements, your senses kick back in and you take your hand away from his.

"You know, you're real dumb for gettin' in a fight while all alone? Or gettin' in a fight at all," you jab at him, resorting to your teasing to cover up the sensitivity of what occurred.

He rolls his eyes, but his stomach is fluttering from how quickly you jump to this side of yourself. "You're one to talk, sweetheart, didn't you fight that-"

"Don't turn this on me, Bonney, at least I walked away unscathed," you interrupt him and he turns more to face you.

"No, you didn't. You had that cut on your lip," he argues back, but a slight smile makes its way to his lips.

"No, I didn't." He was right, and you had forgotten in the moment that you did get hurt a little, but you didn't feel like giving in to him.

"Yes, you did, sweetheart. You were complainin' about it. For days," he counters, glancing down at his knuckles, before returning his gaze to you. To your lips. But only for a second.

The eye-roll and scoff you give him before you speak makes him smirk a little more, and he knows he won't be resting just yet.

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[k4marina]

— Prologue || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a trip to Dragonstone goes a little wrong, or does it?

game of thrones x modern!reader

4.5k+ word count

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"Why are we doing this during the hottest day of the year, again?" Daeron mutters, using the brochure that was given to us at the beginning of the tour as a fan.

If I could, I would've replied, but the heat was also getting to me, draining away my energy. And, on top of the scorching heat, I'd just finished the last of my water. I pursed my lips together, the line wasn’t that long and I’m sure I can buy another overpriced water bottle after we visited the caves.

The group tour guide turned back to us, just as exhausted, and somewhat bashful. He said something, but I couldn't be bothered with it as I was too focused to not tip over from the heat. It was probably something like “only a few more minutes and we’ll be outta the heat, folks,” with an awkward smile or something.

The line to the caves under the castles was stupidly long, but it's no surprise. So much history was in those caves and so many mysteries had come full circle there. And, the deeper they dug, the more they uncovered the history of the Targaryens that lived there from when Aenar Targaryen moved his entire family to Dragonstone after his daughter, Daenys “the Dreamer” dreamed of the Doom of Valyria. 

"Who's idea was it to come here for our research trip?" I didn't bother looking over at him, knowing that I'd be blinded by the sun that shone directly behind his big head.

“Shut up. Your voice is giving me a headache.” I quipped. “Besides, almost everything on this island is connected to the Targaryens. It might come useful when we have to write our research paper.”

The line moved up until our group was at the front of the line. A small group of students, along with Daeron and I, were on Dragonstone for our research projects. Some of the other students had decided to stay in Kings Landing or go to other parts of Westeros for their research.

Everyone was to spend a week in their respective areas and gather all the information they needed before heading back to Kings Landing to write and then later present their topics. Some chose to do it themselves whilst others, like us, decided to go with someone else.

Today was the first day of our stay on Dragonstone. Daeron and I had decided to check out the caves and the island's beaches before we would explore the labyrinth-like castle.

I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a headache approaching. My hand reached up to my necklace that rested on my chest. The chain was long enough for it to hang in the dip of my breast.

Not only did I come here for my project, but also for me. The necklace around my neck has been in my family for generations, but no one knows from where. It’s made entirely of Valyrian Steel, which was rare back in the day, and even rarer now.

As a child, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I grew older and more curious that I started asking questions. First to my family, but all I got was even more confusing answers that led me nowhere. Then I turned towards the internet, scouring for hours until I had found it.

On the official Dragonstone website, I found pictures of the caves under the castle and possibly under the entire island. On one of the walls was a crude hand drawing of my necklace. Two dragons around a sword with a ruby in the middle –though, the ruby was replaced with a red dot. Regardless, the cave painting matched. 

The line moved up and Daeron gently pushed me up while I was lost in my thoughts. “You good?” He asks. I nod, “Yeah. The heat’s just a lot.” He gives an understanding look. Once the tour guide is given the green light, he begins to lead up to the entrance of the cave.

"Ready?" Daeron asks. I nodded and we begin walking. Once we entered the cave, my jaw was on the floor. I had seen pictures of the caves, but seeing it in real life was far more beautiful.

The deeper we got we could see the cave paintings done by the Children of the Forest which Daenerys and Jon had found. As the guide droned on about the cave paintings, I could feel my headache intensify. Why was it so hot in here? 

The deeper and deeper we went into the caves, the worse it got. My chest started to feel heavy. I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The back of my throat burned and I felt like throwing up, but I pushed forward. 

My eyes raked the the cave walls, Where was it? Finally, I was able to see it. The markings were next to a few unknown ones. A sign with some information was hung up next to it. Despite my head pounding I was still able to read the bold words. 

Unknown markings made by who researchers believe are the Targaryens. The paint used seemed to be as old as when Aenar Targaryen moved his family to Dragonstone.

By the time I finished reading, I could feel my head pounding so loudly in my ear. It felt like an ice pick was being hammered into the side of my head. I could hear muffled voices call out, but to who I didn’t know. The room started to spin and a ringing sound filled my ears.

A hand, most likely Derons, reached out and turned me around. I could see his mouth moving, but no words coming out. My chest felt like it was overheating while my head continued to throb. Everything turned blurry and then it went black.

When I woke up, I was still in the cave. The cold stone floor had helped with bringing my body temperature down. And, my head didn't hurt anymore. After getting up, I looked around the cave. It was darker, and quiet.

Where was everyone?

Carefully, I made my way out of the cave. It was harder to walk out of the cave and the spotlights that were on the walls weren’t on. Once I was outside I was met with the night sky.

All the tents and other buildings around the beach were gone, as if they'd never been there.

Okay, this is weird.

"Hello?" My voice came out horse like I hadn’t spoken in a long time. "Hello? Is anyone there? Daeron?" 

My feet moved on their own and I tried to find someone, anyone. But there was no one. How could a populated area with tents and buildings disappear within hours?

Retracing my steps, I found the stairs that would lead me back to the Help Center that were posted around for lost tourists, but like the beach, there was nothing. Matter a fact, even the lamppost that were posted into the ground, the banners, the signs –everything was gone.

"What the actual fuck?" Panic creeped up and I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. "Gods, If this is some kinda sick fucking joke..."

At this point, I was running towards the castle. For what? I didn't know, but surely there had to be something there. The grand doors seemed to be closed so I tried to find another way in. I guess you could say I found something like a side door that took a little force to open. 

The inside of the castle was grand. High walls, banners held high, candles and lamps lit all around. Truly, it was amazing. As I was gawking at the architecture I failed to notice unknown voices walking towards me. 

“Halt!” Two unknown men dressed in what looked like armor cornered me, pointing their spears at me. “State your name! Who are you?” 

I stuttered out my name, raising my hands up so they could see I wasn’t a threat. “I’m not going to do anything, I swear.” 

The two men shared a look and a few hushed words before one of them walked over to me, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me along. 

“Ow!” I tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. “What the fuck dude. I said I wasn’t a threat.”

“Khaleesi will decide if you are or are not a threat.” The man who wasn’t holding onto me said. 

Khaleesi? What Khaleesi?

“Oh please don’t tell me I just walked into those real-life roleplaying things.” I groaned, earning side eyes from both of the men. 

They led me down a series of hall ways, each one intricate as the other until we stood outside of a set of polished stone double doors. Another pair of men dressed just like the cosplayers that brought me here stood in front of the doors. Without having to say any words they opened the grand doors. 

Slowly, I could see the inside being revealed. 

There, on the elevated platform stood the Throne of Dragonstone, where all the Targaryen heirs of the Iron Throne sat as they took the title “Prince of Dragonstone.” A light push brought me back as I was dragged closer to the throne. 

“Khaleesi,” the guard called out. Before I could ask who they were speaking to, an unknown voice answered. 

“What is it?” 

Light footsteps were heard from behind a wall and a woman emerged from behind it. Except it wasn’t just any woman. Even a child would know who she was. Everyone around the world knows her. 

She was Daenerys Targaryen. 

Mother of Dragons. 

The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

The Unburnt.

The Breaker of Chains. 

I could feel time slow down as I watched her walk over to the throne and sit down. My blood turned cold as she sat in front of me. 

No.

No.

She’s dead.

This can’t be happening.

It’s not possible.

It’s not. I have better chances of reviving dragons than traveling back in time-

“What is this?” Daenerys eyed me, confused at my appearance and why I was even here before looking at the two men. 

“We found this unknown woman wandering around the castle, Your Grace.” 

She eyed me, as if wanting me to plead my case, but the words died in my throat. Why wouldn’t they when Daenerys fucking Targaryen was right in front of me. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t rack my brain to find one answer. 

Daenerys squinted before speaking again, this time directly towards me. “Who are you?” The High Valyrian rolled easily off of her tongue like a true Targaryen. Those three words held so much power and conviction, like a true Queen.

“Y/n Vellarys!…” I rushed to reply in Valyrian. 

“You speak good Valyrian.” She praises, but it's quickly pushed away. “But that doesn’t explain what you are doing here.”

What should I do? I bit my bottom lip as nervousness filled my body. 

Knowing that if I lie, I’ll be fileted, I took a deep breath before responding. “I don't know. I.. I,” I paused, not knowing if I should continue. If this was real then I only wanted her to know, “Can we be alone.. please?” 

The two men besides me visibly tense up, but don’t speak up. Daenerys looks down at us, seemingly in thought before she nodded. The two men bow before turning around to leave. The double doors closed with a loud thud. 

“We’re alone now, you may continue.” 

I nervously swallowed. Here we go. “This might sound weird, but.. I don’t know how I got here. I.. I woke up in the caves under the castle… alone.”

Daenerys’ face stayed neutral as I relayed the information. She seemed to take some time to process what I had just said. “Do you think I’m a fool?” 

I could feel my heart fall all the way down. Fuck.

“You woke up in the caves alone?” She repeats. “Not even a child would come up with such a stupid story like this.”

“N-n-no, Daener- I mean, Your Grace. I swear to the Gods that I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Especially when you could get rid of me with your dragons in a second.”

She seemed to mull over my words, as if weighing her options. “Alright, let's say you’re telling the truth. Your story still doesn’t make sense. How do you just “wake up” in a cave?” 

Now or never, I guess. 

“Actually,” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not from here. I come from-” The future. Fucking hell, how cliché. “-I come from a different… time.” 

Daenerys squinted and I could see the clogs in her brain moving. “You mean you’re from the future?” 

Jeez. Ripped the bandage right off. 

“Well –uh, yes,” I say. “I was touring the caves and then I –I fell unconscious or something, I still don’t know, I just know that when I woke up I ended up here.” 

I let out a frustrated sigh. What if this was just a dream and that all of this is just my imagination running wild. 

“That necklace.” 

Huh? What is she talking about? 

 I looked up, confused. “What?” 

She pointed towards my chest. I looked down and I could see my necklace was out. “What about it?” I asked.

“Where did you get it?” 

“It’s mine.” I replied. “It’s been in my family for generations. Why?” 

Now it was Daenerys’ turn to look a little nervous. 

“I’ve seen it in my dream.”

“Your dream? Like, one of those Dragon Dreams?” I ask. She gives a nod, “While we were sailing to Dragonstone I had a dream of a woman with silver hair and that necklace. Because I couldn’t see her face, I thought it was me. I’ve turned the treasury over looking for them; however, it seems that I dreamt of you.”

Ho-ly Fuck. Daenerys’ dreamt about me. What the hell. I’m about to throw up. 

“What?” Now it was my time to be skeptical of what was being said. “You dreamt about me and my necklace?”

She nodded. “It seems odd, but a Dragon Dream has never been wrong.”

“Ture, but that still leaves a lot of blanks.” My hand subconsciously went up to hold my necklace while I tried to think back. 

The deeper I walked into the cave the more my head started to hurt, but that was most likely because of dehydration… probably. But then there was a burning feeling on my chest when I looked at the symbol on the wall that matched my necklace and the burning feeling got even more intense and it felt like it was about to burn my skin-

“Fuck.” I groaned, letting go of the necklace. The outburst made Daenerys frown, “Are you alright?”

I looked down at my hands and at my necklace before looking into her eyes. “I think my necklace tried to burn me, like last time.” 

“Last time?” She frowned. “How can a necklace burn someone?”

“I don’t know. It happened before I passed out in the cave.” I let out a sigh. “Gods, what is going on.” 

“It seems that this was the God's doing,” Daenerys says, as if it was a fact. “They’ve brought you here.” 

“The Gods?” I repeat. Sure, in some sense they did bring me here. “But why?” 

“That may be something for you to find out.” Daenerys stood from the throne, walking down the steps until she was right in front of me. “I was lost once, but then the Gods gifted me my children to show me my true purpose.” 

“The Iron Throne.” I thought back to my history classes where I learned that for the fight for the Iron Throne, Daenerys lost her life as she fell into what historians said was “Targaryen Madness,” but I’ve always felt that there’s more to it. 

“It’s late, I’ll have the servants bring you to a spare room for you to rest in for the night.” As if on cue, the guards from before stepped up to us. “We can talk further tomorrow morning.”

Daenerys turned to leave from where she came from. The guards bowed as she left. Once she was gone they brought me to a spare room somewhere in the castle, this time without having to pull me around. 

The hallways were nearly empty, meaning there weren’t a lot of people living here or servants working in the castle. The most I’d seen was guards posted around. Once we were in front of two thick double doors the guards stepped back waiting for me to open them. 

It took a little force to open the door, but once I was inside, my jaw was on the floor. Despite everything being made of stone, the walls were covered in rich tapestry. There was a giant bed with lavish looking furs laid atop the bed and maroon bed sheets. 

Behind me, a servant walked in with a few sets of clothes and laid them on the bed. “We’ve prepared you some clothes,” she said. “Would you like to change now or take a bath?” 

As if on cue, I could feel how dirty I was since I was practically on the cave floors for Gods knows how long. 

“A bath would be fine, thank you,” I replied. It honestly felt weird watching servants work. Not that it was bad, just the fact that in the modern day you don’t have them. Sure maybe someone who cleans your home or makes you food, but servants?

Once they had pulled out the massive tub and manually poured in the hot water they led me to the tub. One of their hands went up to my shirt's edge and the other to my pants. 

“W-wait!” They all looked at me confused. 

“Is everything alright, My Lady?” One of the servants asked. 

No it’s not. You’re taking my clothes off. And sure, it’s your job to do practically everything for a highborn, but that ain’t me. 

“Uh, there’s no need for… all of this. I can do it myself.” 

“Are you sure?” Another girl asked. “It’s our duty to serve you.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I replied awkwardly. “Just not really used to all of… this. Um, anyways I can take it from here. You guys can go…” 

I internally cringed at my words. Gods, I sounded like an idiot, but could you blame me? 

The girls reluctantly agreed, leaving me alone in the room. Once they were gone I let out a sigh and began to undress myself. The water was hot, but it was fine since I practically liked showering in lava every morning. 

Settling into the tub I finally relaxed. This entire thing was just so… bizarre. At first, I thought it was some sort of dream, but that searing pain I felt wasn’t something I could just imagine. 

My necklace burned me. 

And it burned me when I first saw the markings on the cave walls. I looked down at my chest and hand, but saw nothing. 

Okay, weird. 

That aside, why was I even brought here? Why me? What do I have that made me so special that I had to be flung into this era of time?

“Think, y/n, think,” I muttered to myself. The dream. Daenerys’ dream about the necklace. But wait, no history books said anything about her having a dragon dream. Could this maybe be connected?  

For the next hour, I mulled over my options while I soaked in the tub that had turned lukewarm. Having enough, I got up and grabbed the towels that the servants had thankfully set close for me. 

The clothes that they had laid out for me were a bunch of nightgowns. Thankfully, they were my size. I decided to wear a simple white nightgown. 

Laying under the mountain of covers and blankets, I finally let myself completely relax, falling asleep. Hopefully tomorrow’s discussions can help this situation get better or at least easier. 

I woke up to the sun glaring down into my face. Groaning, I turned to my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But the damage was done. 

I could hear light shuffling in the room and things being moved around. When I opened my eyes, I was nearly flash-banged. All the windows (that are floor to ceiling length) were opened and the curtains were drawn back. 

A few servants from last night and a few new faces worked around the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, catching the attention of one of the girls. 

“Good morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?” 

“Morning,” my voice came out a little low and rough. “What’s going on?” 

“We’re getting you ready for the day,” the girl replies, matter of factly. “You will be having your morning meal with the Queen. We’ve already drawn you a fresh new bath and arranged a new set of clothes.” 

I looked at where the tub was last night, nothing that was gone, along with my clothes. 

“Where are my clothes?” I asked. 

“We’ve sent them to get washed,” the servant replied. “My Lady, if i may…” 

I nodded for her to go on. “We’ve never seen such clothes like yours before. They remind us of what the men wear however, yours are a bit more.. different.” 

“Oh, that. They’re just something that I made.” I lied. Thinking back to last night, I’m confused I didn’t get as many weird looks as I should have wearing my jeans and shirt. It's not really the typical Westerosi fashion for this time. 

“The bath is ready.” Another girl says. 

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, following them to another room adjacent to this one. The room was a massive bathroom that could function as a bathhouse. 

There was a massive tub nestled into the floor. The windows were also huge but a little higher up, letting in some natural light. I could tell the water was hot just by how much it was steaming. 

Carefully, the servants began to undress me. They led me into the water and began adding what I can only assume are oils and salts. Truthfully, it felt like I was at some fancy spa with how they washed my body and hair. 

Once that was done, they helped me into a beautiful white dress with a dark teal and gold design. I felt like a model wearing such a beautiful dress. I let my hair down, not wanting it in any style (or knowing any styles of this period). 

A servant walked me to the dining room where Daenerys was waiting for me. She wore a light blue dress with her hair braided and her three headed dragon pin.  

“Good Morning,” she greeted. 

“Morning uh, Your grace.”  I replied. “Sorry, I’ve never called anyone “your grace” before.” 

She brushed it off, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the table where the food was already prepared. 

“How did you sleep?” She asks, beginning to eat. 

“Fine, surprisingly.” I reached down to grab a fork for my food. “How about you?” 

Was I really making small talk with Daenerys Targaryen? 

“Mine as well,” she smiled. “I was hoping we could talk a little before I had to go meet my small council.” 

“Okay, what did you want to talk about?” I wanted to smack myself. Every time I spoke it was full of nerves and anxiety. 

“Let’s start with you. Your name and where you’re from.” Daenerys says confidently. “Judging by your looks, you’re of Valyrian descent.” She says, eyeing my silver hair. 

“Yes,” I nodded. “My family moved from Volantis to the Eyrie. My family is known to be of the Old Blood in Volantis.” 

“The Old Blood?” Daenerys says, surprised. 

The Old Blood are a group of people in Volantis that have proven to be the last remaining families of Valyria. They live in a perched area of the city that only they can walk. All the families in that area still continue their Valyrian traditions and practices, just minus the dragons. 

I nodded, “My father is the youngest of four sons, so he thought ‘why not move to westeros and start something there?’ knowing that he wouldn’t have to really carry on the family name.” 

“And your family name is Vellarys?” She recalled from last night. 

“Yes. We’re known for our jewelry making in Volantis. That’s why my father moved to Westeros, to open a shop there without having to take over the business and stress like his older brother.

“As for myself, I have two older brothers. One is working to be a doctor,” Daenerys frowned at that, confused, “uh, it’s like a Maester. The other is helping my father run the shop.” 

“And what about yourself?” 

“I’m in school. I go to the University of Kings Landing.” 

“The.. University of… Kings Landing?” 

“Well, after the monarchy was sorta let go, they turned certain parts of the Red Keep and other castles into Universites -places to go for higher studies, like the.. Citadel for example.” 

Daenerys nods, understanding some of it. 

“I study the era of The Game of Thrones as well as Targaryen History.” 

“The Game of Thrones?” She repeats. “What is that?” 

“It’s, uh, what we call this time period. It ranged from the death of King Robert to,” the death of Daenerys Targaryen, “to now, and a little later. We look into how the events after Robert’s death played out and how people fought for the Iron Throne.” 

“Like a game.” She says. 

I nodded. “Yes, like a game. There’s this quote that Cersie Lannister said to Ned Stark that summed it up, “When you play the game of thrones, You win or you die,”.”

“I see,” Daenerys looks down at her plate in thought. “And what about me?” 

Oh fuck. 

“What about you?” I say, acting innocent. 

“What happened to me?” 

I purse my lips together. Should I say it? I mean, it’s a good segway to what I want to really say… if this part goes well. 

“You…” I nervously swallowed. “You die… before you could even claim the throne.” 

The fork in her hand hits the ceramic plate with a loud clunk. 

“What?” 

Nervously, I looked into her. “You were killed… after you burned Kings Landing to ashes.” 

She frowned. “You're lying. I would never do such a thing. Me? Burning down Kings Landing? 

And the Red Keep, but I’ll keep that to myself. 

“I’m not lying, Daenerys. After you died, Drogon picked you up and flew you away. We still haven’t found your or his body.” 

Daenerys' hands started to shake at the information I had just thrown at her. Carefully, I placed mine over hers. 

“Daenerys,” I said softly. “Breath. You’re fine, nothing has happened so far.” 

Slowly, I could feel her hands stop shaking and her breathing seemed to steady. 

“What do you mean so far?” 

I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze although, I can’t tell if it was for me or her. 

“Meaning, I can help you.” 

She looks at me, puzzled. 

“Daenerys, I can help you take the Iron Throne.” 

okayyyy so it's finally here after many rewrites. let me know if you guys liked the first person POV. its my first time writing it like this, typically i do second POV. more to come in later chapters. also, i will be changing a few things, nothing major. one personal head cannon that i have is that jon isn't really named aegon, but jaehaerys. makes a lil more sense in my brain. also, i'll maybe be using some info from the books. and if you guys have any suggestions with y/n's character and other stuff please feel free to let me know. don't worry there will be more story and character development in the coming chapters.

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[sukunasweetheart]

Can I please request Sukuna and reader picking up their child from preschool? It can be anything, fluff or angst, its up to you!

Love your work and keep it up <33

thank you for requesting and i'm so very sorry that this took a billion years to complete... i just now finally thought of an intriguing way to do this request <3

some warnings: fem!reader, major character death, ooc sukuna, major angst, modern AU, sukuna and reader have a daughter

good things never really last.

well, at least that's what sukuna believed before he came across you. you and your delicate expressions and equally as delicate affection and warmth, which seemed to wrap around him constantly, even when he tried to avoid you at the beginning of all this, all because of his own uncertainty and his rather skeptical outlooks on the concept of love.

he's always been self-centered-- so the idea of his life becoming centered around anyone else but himself, frankly, scared him a little bit.

but, putting that aside...

a high pitched, overjoyed squeal rings out from inside the daycare centre, and a little girl comes running into your open arms, embracing you with the overflowing energy that little children always tend to have. you lift her up with ease, smiling as she giggles from the gesture.

"mommy!" she says, nuzzling her soft, tiny face against yours without much care for being gentle. someone else trails in from behind, feeling a little left out from this reunion.

"aren't you forgetting someone here, princess?"

sukuna also makes his entrance into the centre, walking towards the both of you. your tiny daughter gasps, and flails her arms out towards the big man.

"daddy!! you're here too?!"

"that i am, sweetheart. happy to see me?" he takes her away from you, holding her as gently as possible with his large hands.

"uh huh," she nods with enthusiasm.

"of course you do. my little girl."

the sukuna of the past would've never fathomed having a future like this, where he'd be handling a child of all things with such care. it's really different when they're your own flesh and blood. he's adored her like no one else. ah- well- no one else but you, that is.

he carries her to the car, while you take your daughter's bag from the daycare teacher, who waves you off with a couple of words of goodbye.

the ride home is nothing short of cosy and cheerful, with the happy singing of your little girl coming from the backseats, and the laughs from you as you listen to the way she mispronounces a lot of the words in the song. sukuna drives wordlessly, with a gentle smile on his face.

the skies happened to be so clear that day, with not a speck of a cloud being sighted within it.

some time after arriving home, you began to languidly start your work in the kitchen, preparing dinner that also turned out even better tasting than usual, that particular night. you always felt the happiest, when sukuna praised your cooking, especially as someone who you knew had very high standards when it came to food.

and miraculously, once dinner was all finished and your daughter was all dressed up ready for bedtime, she managed to fall asleep a lot faster than most evenings, leaving you and sukuna with quite a bit of...freetime.

you lay on the mattress under his sultry gaze, as he undresses you carefully as though he were unwrapping a present, trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck. you're as beautiful as the day he first met you. this was the most perfect end to the most perfect day in his life.

too perfect.

...

he should have been suspicious, with the way things were getting so blissful in his life-- his life that had previously been so rocky and turbulent.

was this supposed to be punishment for his sins? for all his arrogance and selfishness? the heavens decided to grace him with the feeling of genuine love and its reciprocation, only to then tear it away from his hands once he'd started to take it for granted.

...it was an unforeseen accident. could've happened to anybody. why did it have to be you?

good things never last.

sukuna drops the home phone immediately upon hearing the news, and hurriedly packs a small bag for his daughter. he drops her off to her friend's house, who is a long term neighbour of theirs. then makes a beeline towards the hospital, speeding past every red light that dared to try and stop him.

yet, that was all for naught, as by the time he'd arrived to your bed at the hospital, you had already taken your last breath, and said your final words. which he couldn't hear for himself.

'please tell them that i love them'. that was apparently all you tried to say. sukuna is made to sign some documents on your passing, and shortly after, they give him some time to spend with your lifeless body. he is then sent home.

he arrives to see some mail that had been slipped in through the front door. notifications of fines, for crossing red lights multiple times and going against speed limits. nothing but a reminder of his failure.

he tears the letters into pieces, and sits himself down on a chair, where he hangs his head in silence, without bothering to turn the lights on in the house.

and all of a sudden, he becomes so very busy, in the following weeks.

caring for his daughter alone. preparing for your funeral. accepting your death.

grief is such a strange, and horrible experience. all this love he has for you. where is it supposed to go now?

the night after your funeral, he's sitting alone at the dining table once again. he can't stand the bedroom. not when it's become only his now, and no longer yours as well. sukuna hasn't slept well in a while.

small footsteps resound against the floorboards, and he looks up to see his daughter standing meekly a distance away from him.

"what's wrong? had a bad dream?" he asks, with the most gentle voice he can muster in his current condition.

"...no. i just had a dream about mommy," she confesses tearfully.

"why can't she just come back? i miss her."

too young to understand the concept of death.

"oh, sweetheart... i miss her too."

she begins to cry, and he gets up to comfort her, as if the one needing the most comfort right now isn't himself.

they huddle and sleep together that night, in attempts to replicate your warmth. the warmth of a mother. and the warmth of a wife.

-

since then, a part of sukuna seemed to change back into his older self, where he cared less for others and remained disinterested in most things that life offered him. he decided not to care about anything or anyone, other than himself and of course, his darling daughter. your gift to him. the only thing keeping him grounded.

he never finds a new lover, nor does he harbour any desires to seek for one, despite the encouragement from others.

you keep appearing in his dreams every now and then. every night before bed, he hopes to see you again, and is disappointed in the mornings where he wakes up with the realisation that it didn't happen.

years and years pass, and while he ages like fine wine, so does his little girl, who becomes not so little anymore. they still share the best bond that a father and daughter could ever have.

but eventually, she finds her own path in life and leaves the house to pursue her own dreams, even getting married to start her own family.

though they still regularly contact each other, sukuna's abode becomes sorrowfully quiet without her presence around. though he's proud as a father, this solitude only deepens his longing for you, like the sensation of slowly sinking towards the bottom of the ocean floor.

good things never last.

though, it's not until a few more years later, that he passes away rather peacefully of old age.

his soul feels light and airy. he feels calm, despite being aware that he's passed on into the afterlife. the bodily discomforts of aging is non-existent in this place.

he's walking towards the bright light, where he assumes he's supposed to go, and realises that there's a figure standing towards the end of it. sukuna already knows who it is, and his walking begins to speed up.

and with each step, his time rewinds.

"look at you. still all pretty and pristine, unlike me with my abhorrent wrinkles," sukuna comments with a chuckle in his voice.

"what are you talking about? you're still as handsome as ever."

as you grab his hand, your touch shifts his appearance... and sukuna reverts back to the time when he glimmered the most vibrantly - the days before you died, the days of his brilliant twenties. he stares at his own hand, where the creases in his skin have disappeared completely.

rejoicing, he pulls you in for a tight embrace, as he can now feel your body against his.

"you did so well. our little girl grew up so beautifully," you tell him with your sweet voice, hands placed against his broad back.

"of course. she's none other than our daughter, after all," he replies with confidence, as he presses his face against the locks of your hair, enjoying your familiar scent.

your bright smile turns to something more sorrowful, and you step back a bit to come face-to-face with him.

"and... you never found someone else. you never remarried."

"because I never intended to look for another. You were the first and last," sukuna tells you matter-of-factly.

"wasn't it lonely?"

"...terribly. but you're here now, so it was worth enduring after all."

you laugh, and it sounds exactly the same as it did all those years before. the memories he had of you, the ones that he held onto so tightly as to not forget, until his very last breath.

"that makes me selfishly happy. i shouldn't be, for your sake, but I am."

"then why don't you give me a kiss? for all my hard effort."

he leans in, like how he'd always done whenever you appeared in his dreams at night.

except this time, your lips actually reach his, instead of disappearing away, like a fleeting memory.

good things may never last for long, but misfortune certainly doesn't last forever, either.

-fin-

Masterlist

#i was hurting while writing this and i want everyone else to hurt too #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna angst #ryomen sukuna x you

[anisespice]

tall fem reader?

tall fem reader!!! thanks for the request, anon :)))

hq ver.

pairing: college!tr x tall!fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, suggestive language, reader mentioned in chifuyu’s but not present, mild mild mild cat-call in hanma’s - just crack overall, honestly lol feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: planned to make this a whole x whoever you want type beat, BUT figured just doing a headcanon broken into different heights would be more efficient lol plus MORE CONTENT - gonna make a pt. 2 with some hq men, but for now — t.rev! :))) hope you enjoy <3 !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

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When it came down to a relationship, MIKEY wasn’t shallow enough to let physical appearances stop him from pursuing someone he wanted—He liked what he liked, fuck what anybody else had to say about it. The blonde never had issue with your drastic height difference, seeing it as more of a perk than anything else. His best friend was tall, so why not his girlfriend? It just meant whenever he walked down the street, he’d look like a total badass with his two attractive beanpoles at his side.

However, a lot of the buzz on campus mostly centered around Mikey’s height rather than yours. It never bothered him, but it certainly got you tight anytime someone tried to uplift you whilst putting him down in the process.

“A shrimp like him wouldn’t know how to handle all that leg of yours, mama. Lemme take you out tonight, show you a good time with someone who’s more on your level, whaddya say?”

Barf.

Mikey would merely give them a dead-stare; unbothered king. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to knock them down a size or two.

“First of all, your busted-looking ass could never be on the same level as me. Second of all, where my man lacks in height, he makes up for elsewhere, so he handles me very well, thank you. You’re probably the type to just shove it in without any sort of technique, thinking that’s enough to get a girl to finish. My man won’t bust once until I’ve came up to four times, the fuck can you offer me besides being six-foot? Hm? That’s right, not a damn thing. Remember that next time you talk shit, dirt-neck.”

Read him straight to filth. And God forbid Mikey had his gang with him anytime some scrub tried to spit game, best believe they’d dog the guy until he scurried away in humiliation. It always filled him with great adoration for you wherever you checked someone in his defense, your entire relationship giving off the same energy as that one meme with Kevin Hart’s character being protectively held by the lady. It’d been put in the groupchat a number of times just to tease the delinquent, but he’s unashamed at the fact you could easily pick his ass up. If anything, he was all for it, even requested piggy-back rides from you more often than his right-hand man—Draken’s back appreciates your sacrifice.

Now let someone try and spit game at him.

“Yeah, normally guys feel emasculated when their girlfriend’s taller than them, y’know? I’m surprised you don’t, though. No offense, [_____] just doesn’t seem like a good fit for you. I mean, must be tough to lay in the same bed, or even put her in your lap without feeling smothered or crushed. Wouldn’t it be much better to have someone a little smaller-”

“She could sit on me until my pelvis collapsed, and I would thank her. And, full offense, if I was single, still wouldn’t pick you even if you put a gun to my head. Keep my girl’s name out your mouth, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air let alone be on first name basis. Now, quit wasting my time—Do you have the notes from yesterday’s lecture or not?”

You don’t play about him. He don’t play about you. Period.

And as far as sharing a bed, cuddling or otherwise, Mikey was a sucker for being held like a damn squishmellow. Didn’t matter if you took up most of the leg space, dude would be wrapped around you like a python, so snug and warm you’d be lucky to even escape his grasp for food or the bathroom. Once he’s sleep, he’s SLEEP, and then you become the squishmellow.

“Mikey, I will be right back, turn me loose-”

“Zzzzzz…” out like a light. Drooling and everything, face smushed up against your boobs, just content. You’d think he’d been working the graveyard shift. And God forbid he ended up laying on top of you, sprawled out starfish style…you for sure weren’t going anywhere then.

Even if you expressed this dilemma after he woke up, the blonde merely yawned. “Just pick me up and carry me with you…”

“You’re smoking crack if you think I’m gonna haul your ass with me into the bathroom. I love you and all that, but we ain’t at the stage where I can comfortably use it with you in room.”

He shrugged. “Mm. Guess you don’t have to go that bad. G’night.”

“Mikey.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping…”

A gremlin. But, your gremlin. ♡

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CHIFUYU still can’t believe he bagged you, frfr.

There’d be moments where you’d catch him staring, as if he figured you’d disappear the second he took his eyes off you.

It’d get a little creepy sometimes, but it was endearing all the same. He wasn’t the shortest guy, though he wasn’t the tallest either, and standing next to you was a constant reminder of that. Not that he held any resentment toward you for it, he absolutely loved your height. However, there was always some form of insecurity that would resurface anytime someone called attention to it.

And today, his best friend and co-worker, Baji, would not only be the culprit, but an unlikely source of reassurance.

While they were stocking up inventory, the ravenette couldn’t help but notice the stool his friend was using to put a box in a particular high place. Wearing a mischievous grin, Baji pointed. “Oi. You should take that home with you. That way your girl won’t have to strain her neck when she kisses you.” He snorted, thinking he was the funniest man alive.

Normally, something that lame wouldn’t phase him, but guess today he was feeling a little more sensitive. With a grunt, the former blonde coolly spoke, “Maybe you should shut the hell up, and stock the damn shelves.”

“Whoa. What’s up your ass?” Baji furrowed his brows, walking over to lightly kick at the stool’s metal leg, making it jerk. Chifuyu sharply gasped, latching onto an empty shelf to steady himself. He exhaled, relieved, then shot a glare. But, Baji wasn’t perturbed.

Chifuyu sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine...”

“Fine my left nut. You don’t get short like that unless there’s something on your mind,” not the best way to phrase that, but at least he was genuine. Chifuyu rolled his eyes, coming down off the stool to brush past the ravenette.

“Not in the mood, alright?”

Baji was left standing there, dumbfounded.

The entire vibe had been thrown on its head, and he didn’t understand why. Awkwardly, he went back to assorting through the contents within the nearest box, bottom lip stuck out in thought as he briefly glanced at Chifuyu’s back mere feet away. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He knew not to pry, but curiosity always won gold in the end. Baji replayed the conversation in his head, using his impeccable deductive reasoning to draw his own conclusions.

And then suddenly, an epiphany.

Without a hint of warning, the ravenette quickly walked over and slapped his friend in the middle of his back. Chifuyu yelped, nearly dropping the box in his hands before whipping around to fix Baji with a wide, incredulous look. “T-The hell?!”

“So. She dumped ya, huh? [Sigh] Look man, don’t beat yourself up, a lot of guys fumble the bag from time to time. If ya need a shoulder to cry on…don’t use mine, but ‘tora might let you-”

“Hah?? What are you—[_____] didn’t dump me, dumbass!”

Baji blinked. “Oh. My bad, jus’ figured that’s why you’re in your feelings.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to hit me, then tell me to cry on someone else?” Chifuyu squinted when the arsonist gave a shrug. He sighed again, carefully setting the box down. “It’s not about [______]. Well, technically. The other day we had lunch with a few of her friends. They apparently have been dying to meet me for some time. And things were going great until…”

Chifuyu trailed off, leaving Baji in suspense.

He grunted. “‘till what? Jus’ say it, bet it isn’t even that bad-”

“They were shocked to see her with someone who barely came up to her elbows.”

Silence filled the storage room. Chifuyu continued to keep his eyes trained elsewhere while his counterpart merely stared for what felt like hours, but only seconds. And then…

“Pfft.”

Chifuyu looked up and sneered, blushing furiously as he threw a chew toy from one of the boxes at the fiend. “Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is??”

Baji, to his dismay, effortless caught the toy, even squeaking it a couple times just to annoy him more. Taking a moment to collect himself, the ravenette still wore his sharp grin as he spoke through airy giggles. “So? Who cares what they have to say?”

“I do! They’re [_____]’s friends, everyone knows their approval is just as crucial to the relationship as the parents…if not more.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you’re overthinking this.”

Chifuyu gave a sarcastic laugh, “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“Alright. Lemme school ya on how women operate when they get in their little cliques.” Baji dusted off his hands, missing the eye roll the former blonde gave once again. With his pointer held high, he declared, “If majority of the friend group is taken, they’re just being protective. No doubt they’ve been there for every heartbreak, every fight, ‘nd jus’ don’t think anyone’s good enough for [_____]. Jus’ gotta keep your head down, and don’t give ‘em any reason to be weary. Simple.”

With a slow, skeptical nod, Chifuyu pursed his lips at his fellow delinquent. It wasn’t unlikely, so at least he’s correct in that regard. However, the line between facts and feelings began to blur the further Baji continued.

“But, if majority of them are single, then you’re screwed either way —Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Wow, that’s so helpful. You sure schooled me, Baji-san.”

“‘m serious. You gotta watch out for the single ones in the friend group. They’re all passive aggressive, try to get under your skin, push your buttons. Then, before you know it, they’re in your head, get you so worked up only for them to turn around and play victim, saying you can’t take a joke, and now you’re the fucking bad guy! Classic textbook emotional manipulation—Don’t fall for it. ‘cause they’ve got it down to a science, I’m telling ya.”

Chifuyu’s eyes widen at the sudden intensity that overtook the room, taking a small step back when Baji jabbed his finger at him, as if he were warning him of some conspiracy. “Uh…you good?”

Baji took a moment’s pause. Then, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, got a little carried away. All’s I’m saying is, don’t sweat. Lotta chick’s pick on the best friend’s new fling, t’s like a war tactic—Poking at our fragile egos ‘nd all that. But, seems like you did fine, otherwise you’d be crying all over ‘tora right now.” Baji shrugged.

Chifuyu blinked, now his turn to be dumbfounded. “Huh.”

He frowned. “‘Huh’? I jus’ gave you some killer, black-pilled insight on cracking their code of conduct, and all I get is a dry-ass ‘huh’? Tsk. I’m charging you next time, goddamn freeloader.”

Chifuyu glared, but softened soon after. After taking his words into consideration, the former blonde couldn’t help but feel lighter. “It’s just... didn’t expect that to actually make me feel better.”

Baji scrunched his nose. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Oi, don’t ever doubt my knowledge. It may be selective, but I got it when it counts. Besides, thanks to me you won’t take that stool home after all.”

“I wasn’t planning to take it home in the first place.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, elbows.”

“Hey!”

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“Hey, baby, those legs go all the way up?”

It was moments like this where you detested not being able to blend in with the average crowd. Attention always seemed to gravitate toward you no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, like being covered in honey while trying to walk in front of a herd of bears. And it didn’t help that you were currently wearing heels tonight, accentuating your legs even more in the little, black cocktail dress you sported. You were headed to a party a mutual friend of yours was throwing, and you wanted to surprise your man by wearing the new Jimmy Choos he bought you, knowing how much he loved how your legs with the extra height on them—Evidently, so did the prowling degenerate on the streets.

You had elected to ignore them. HANMA seemed to have other plans as he came to a complete stop in his tracks, slowly turning around to walk up on the moron who had the nerve to open his mouth. Low, golden eyes gazed down at the waste of space, face calm but a murderous aura oozed off him like pheromone, suffocating the slimy bastard into submission as he attempted to shrink away. But, he wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his face. “Could’ve sworn I just heard you cat-call my girl right in front of me. But, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that. Right?”

The guy nervously looked back for reinforcements but his buddies were already long gone. Hanma’s grin immediately dissolved from his face, kissing his teeth before grabbing the guy by the front of his collar and twisting. “Fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Hanma wound his arm back, dead set on knocking the guy into an early grave until you intervened at the last second. By grabbing onto the balled up fist, you brought it to your lips to place a tender kiss on the inked skin. You felt his muscles relax, but he still held the offender by his shirt, only slightly playing attention to you cooing in his ear.

“Baby, you promised no fighting tonight, remember?”

“I know, doll, but this fucker,” he shook the guy around in his tight grasp, unhinged grin making its appearance once more at the sound of him blubbering, “deserves to have his shit rocked for even looking at you. I’m just gonna teach ‘em a little lesson about manners, that’s all. I’ll be quick.”

You scoffed, “You and I both know you don’t do quick.”

Hanma snickered. “First time for everything, right?”

“Shuji.”

Tugging on his arm, you were able to redirect all of his focus onto you, sinister eyes melting into sweet caramel as his pupils dilated the second they locked on yours. It always did something to him whenever you came up to eye-level. Sure, you were already pretty tall but the heels nearly had you towering him. It gave him a weird sensation, one that made him want to drop everything and worship you like the deity you were. Especially in situations like this.

Hanma felt like the smaller one for once. It drove him insane.

You fixed him a stern look. “Drop him.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he discarded the guy onto the pavement like an old can, wild eyes eagerly watching you and waiting for your next request. Taking his free hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, you led the rest of the way by pulling him from the nobody now cowering near a bush, no doubt rethinking his life choices while you kept onward to your destination. You didn’t get all spruced up to not be seen tonight, and you’ll be damned if any more time got wasted on some loser he’d put in a coma after one hit. After a short moment of silence, you expected Hanma to be mad at you for not letting him knock someone’s teeth loose. But when you glanced back at him, you should’ve known you’d be greeted with absolute smugness as you shook your head in mirth.

You elected to ignore the obvious tent in his pants…but he’d surely plan for you to do otherwise later on.

#🍁allspice #🍁wasabi #CALLING ALL THEE STALLIONS 🗣️ #*posts and runs* #tokyorev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tr x reader #manjiro sano #matsuno chifuyu #hanma shuji #mikey x reader #chifuyu x reader #hanma x reader

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: um smut... wrap it before you tap it, piv, fem!reader, academical rivals to lovers, probably the filthiest thing I have ever written... if you know me, no you don't

Part 1 , Part 3

Things since last week haven't changed much. Remus and I still had our rivalry going stronger than ever. Especially after the hallway incident, which ended up with him having a large red handprint on his cheek, indicating a really strong slap. In my defense, he was getting close. Ever since we haven't stopped arguing with each other, until…

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

As quickly as the words left our mouths, we sharply turned to glare at each other. Completely missing Professor's McGonagall proud look.

"You are working together on this project. And you will present to me the best project in the class because you are both Perfects and have to give the right example. I don't care about whether you like each other or not."

Seething I exit the room with a newfound speed, and Remus closely follows behind my heels.

"Can you just slow down a bit?" He asks, and I instantly stop walking, turning towards him, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. "She's right, you know. We have to make this fucking project as perfect as possible. So I think we should call a truce." He slowly proposes as if this will simply fix our problems. I stare at him blankly, and I see his nostrils flaring. "Look. I don't like this either, ok? But I need the grade, and if it were someone else, I would just make the project myself. But since it's you … if we work together we could… We are at the top of every class for a reason. Just…." His voice eventually gives up.

"Fine," I say, "meet me at the library at 7. We have a lot of research to do"

This was how I found myself meeting with my all-time rival every day in the library for two months. The insults never stopped flying from one to the other, but surprisingly, we made a good team, and the project was almost finished. We are now accustomed to each other and our habits. Like Remus… when he read something for a really long time, he would remove his glasses and rub his eyes and his nose, smoothing it out after being scrunched up. Or when we got tired, he would share his chocolates to boost our morals and energies.

Many comments have been floating around the halls."How long until they fuck it out?", "God, he could eat her alive, for what she said to him.","He must be really smitten with her for putting up with her." ... Well, you got the gist of it.

Now, as I was getting ready for bed, a thought occurred. We never looked in the secluded area for any useful information. So, I put on my slippers and headed towards the library once again.

I slowly walk down the hallways, trying to get past Flinch. The great mahogany walls of the library greet me with a loud groan. I grab one of the oil lanterns that rest on the librarian's desk and head towards the restricted section. I find books related to the project and start reading them. Keeping notes under the candlelit room.

I could be reading for hours or mere minutes when I hear footsteps. I quickly blow out the flame and hide in the darkest spot I can find between the bookcases. As the sound of footsteps comes closer my breathing turns faster and more panicky. Good God I am going to get caught? Am I going to get detention? What am I going to do?

That's when I feel a hand close around my mouth. Silencing me. Wait …what? Silencing me? A familiar scent fills my nostrils.

"Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He whispers in my ear. His Welsh accent dripped like honey, his voice raspy and almost deathly quiet. Heat pools in my core as a dream resurfaces in my brain. "Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He says as he pounds into me while he has my hips in a tight grip, guiding back and forth.

As I snap out of my trance, I push his hand harshly off me. "What the hell are you doing here?", I whisper-yell at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he fires back. We stare at each other with our eyes slitted as we both breath heavily.

"How did you even know I was here?", I ask him accusingly, even though I have been caught in the act.

"The marauders map." He answers back easily as if that answer would ring a bell and not cause more questions.

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

"Why do you like to test me, woman?"

"Possibly because of your super nice personality or better yet because you're a prick."

He just returned the favor with a wolfish grin, notice the irony.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap at him.

"Oh because you are so nicely close to me and you haven't uttered a word about that." Just as the words leave his mouth I feel my cheeks heat. Jesus why am I blushing? At least he can't see it. "And yes I can see you blushing"

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

"Also I am no mind reader, i just know you that well." His face is dangerously close now. The empty, now, library is ominously quiet and I can almost feel our breaths echo in the room. There is no escape, is there? His mouth is almost atop of mine, his breath fanning my face.

"Gosh why are you like this? Why must you test me until I snap? Why do I love it so much?" He says as his lips crush into mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath away. He manhandles me so that our chests are pressed together and I am promptly sitting in his lap, feeling a long hard cock press against my clad yet soaking wet pussy. Insults fly out of our mouths in-between every heated kiss.

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

We discard our clothes as fast as possible until he grabs hold of my thighs and he slams me on the flat surface of the bookcase.

Right opposite the window, it's so dark outside that our reflections fill my eyesight. His scarred, white freckled back in contrast with my tanned legs, due to all the sun exposure, that are wrapped around his waist and my arms in his shoulders. One of my hands is buried deep in his brown curled hair that is now buried in my neck leaving bites and hickeys as he bites, laps and sucks, leaving permanent marks behind his trail. While the other scratches his back, as my legs draw back and my back arches.

Horrified gasps sound in the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. My eyes open immediately, leaving their half hooded state, searching the room for intruders but not finding anyone until…. Of course, the portraits. Great I am about to get royally fucked by Remus Lupin and not only will I have to live with the memory of it but now the portraits saw what we were doing, I was catastrophically doomed, I laugh at the thought.

And Remus leaves his task and draws slightly back, enough for him to keep impossibly close but still be able to see my face.

"I love your laugh. And I absolutely hate the fact that I am not the one causing it. But that is going to change. Everything is going to change from now on, you bellend." The breath is being knocked out of my lungs. "And now I am going to fuck you. I reckon you are wet enough so as not to hurt." He says as his fingers play with my clit. "I would say you are quite drenched actually. You know I have been thinking of this, dreaming it even. Fucking you hard and deep, until you are nothing more that a brainless brat." Gasps and moans are his only answers.

"Thank God you seem to like that because I don't think I can hold back any more." He seals these words with a kiss as he enters me in one fluid motion until he is balls deep. Our mouths are open now as we try to catch our breaths and I stare at his eyes, trying to find the familiar mischievous dark green that haunted my every thought. His forehead dropped to mine as he started to move inside me at an insane pace. His balls are slapping against my clit as he hits all the right spots.

My back arches and my head falls back as my eyes close. I feel one of his hands slide up my back and rest somewhere between my ribs, commanding me to stay in place as I feel…. No this can't be right. My gaze moves to the window and what I see almost brings me right over the edge right there and then. His head is buried in my chest hiding all the toying he is doing at my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Marking them up too.

"God I wish I could mark up our thighs and pussy too but that will have to wait."

"Remus, you prick, how dare you…" I say in a breathless voice my insult is lost in all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Yes, how dare I make you feel all this pleasure. Huh?" He mouths in my chest as he has his lips wrapped around one of my tits.

"I am close" I whimper

"I know, sweetheart. Let go for me. I've gotcha."

I don't know what actually sent me over the edge. The nickname, the command, reassurance, a mixture of all of them? Well whatever it was it rocked my world. I never thought an orgasm could last that long or be so powerful. It was literally dripping down my thighs to his and then falling to the ground. Embarrassingly so. He had finished too. His face was buried in my chest trying to catch our breaths.

He turns to look at me, smirking. Oh no. I already know what he is going to say. And I won't be able to say no.

"Ready for round two?"

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#remus lupin #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fluff

[kangaracha]

skz + losing 3racha

(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who found out i was saving this for a nevermore oneshot and said 'not if i write it first' and kicked me out of my own house)

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The door creaks as he pushes it open, the room beyond dark and unwelcoming in a way it's never been before. Minho's not used to this - the quiet, the lack of unopened snacks sprawled throughout the room, the absence of clothes, of beanies, of half-finished verses scribbled hastily on scraps of paper or napkin or an old thank you card from a sponsor. 

The room used to be alive with his memory. Now it just sits, a void of their own making, because attempting to do anything otherwise was something Minho couldn't bring himself to do. Not then, not after, and certainly not now, even if it was the company forcing him to be in here after threatening of doing it themselves. And Minho would never let them do something like this themselves. Not now, not ever, not when it was something that concerned Jisung of all people. 

"Is this it?" she asks, attempting to peer over his shoulder. She's a ball of energy wrapped with anxiety, he could tell from the moment he met her, and he had hated it. Hated how it reminded him of Jisung, hated how it reminded him that the world around him would keep spinning even if his own had stopped still. 

"Yes," he whispers, willing his voice to stay steady. 

He takes a step inside, and can't stop his chest from hitching, the soft exhale that leaves him breathless. The bed is made, stripped of old sheets. The shelves are empty, the desk pushed into the biggest corner wiped clean and prepared with a brand new laptop sitting on top. 

She brushes past him gently and comes to a stop in the middle of the room, eyes flickering across what awaits her. Her hands squeeze into fists beside her, and Minho hears her chest hitch too, but when she turns to him, there is nothing but excitement glittering in her eyes. 

"Thank you," she says, even taking the time to bow. Minho can't bring himself to react, at least not when he's frozen like this, unable to form anything close to words as the odd feeling in his chest tightens more. "I'm so grateful your company is providing me with this opportunity, and that you guys are being so welcoming." 

She watches him for a long moment, and if she's waiting for Minho to say something, he can't, he can't, not when he's in Jisung's room with someone else and Jisung hasn't been here in months, and the last thing Minho ever said to him was something he never should have said at all, and then he was gone, they were all gone, and Minho and the rest of them were - 

"Minho-ssi?"

- left behind.

Minho blinks. He feels like he wants to scream, or cry, or not speak for a long while. "I'm sorry," he whispers, turning towards the door. "Please let us know if you need anything." He closes the door behind him just breathes a for a moment, before pressing his forehead to the wood and closing his eyes. 

He can pretend that it's Jisung shuffling around inside if he closes his eyes.

o

The room is a mess of wires and cameras as he sits off to the side in a lonesome chair, allowing a crew member of the channel they're interviewing for to clip a microphone onto the collar of his shirt. The man doesn't say much as he does, and Minho doesn't really pay attention as he leaves, his mind beginning to drift as he watches someone else struggle with fixing Seungmin's shirt in front of him.

He gets lost in a mind a lot these days, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's lost until one of the members is gently tugging his attention back to the present, a soft look here, a gentle touch there. Too nice, for someone like Minho, who is the barbed wire thrown over a fence long forgotten. Sharp edges and a sharper tounge, once upon a time. Now, he feels like something lost in the wind, far from home. 

"Okay, we're ready to start!" The director announces, walking into the middle of the set and clapping his hands together. "I'd like to go over a few things before we begin." 

And then he waits, eyes scanning the room, like he's looking for someone in particular. He is, because he wants the leader of the group, the one in charge of Stray Kids as a whole, and Minho doesn't realize that he's talking about him until Hyunjin is beside him and gently tugging him up from the chair. 

Minho turns to him, something hot prickling in his throat. He would spit an insult, before. Now, he simply presses his lips together and allows Hyunjin to walk him over to the director with a stiff smile. 

The director waits patiently as Hyunjin apologizes on Minho's behalf, and then the older man launches into what he expects from the shoot, among some other things. Minho doesn't really listen, simply nodding his head when needed. 

He forgets to speak up, sometimes. When they're filming or out at an event that is mostly spoken in a different language he doesn't care about enough to learn. But he's had to learn, and he's had to lead, and none of it ever makes sense in his head because all he wants to do is lock himself in Jisung's room and never come back out. 

Sometimes he even goes as far as pretending that Chan is still around, only for that cavern in his chest to grow wider when he turns and finds he was never there to begin with. 

"What do you think?" the director asks, curious tone cutting through Minho's thoughts. "You know your group best." 

This isn't my group, he nearly corrects, mouth forming Chan's name like second nature. But Chan isn't here, and Chan isn't the leader of Stray Kids anymore. Lee Minho is the one in charge of the five original members, and the three new ones. 

("To keep the name relevant," a higher up had said to Minho as soon as he had asked about two girls joining with only one new boy, instead of keeping them as an all boy group. "Sales are down, and the media has finally stopped talking about the other three. We need to send a positive message of acceptance in these trying times.")

There's a rope cutting into his chest. He can't breathe. Hyunjin squeezes his shoulder, thumb pressing against his skin hard enough to hurt. It keeps him from crying. He's thankful he doesn't cry. He's not supposed to cry. 

Chan was never supposed to leave. 

"Whatever you think works best."

o

The studio is cold and bare of the energy it used to have when Changbin would be there alongside the other two, spitting curses or lyrics or swatting at whoever had decided to make fun of him in the moment. Now it's home to a revolving door of producers that Minho never likes. 

Some bring lyrics that are too disconnected for singles. Others merely want to pander to the girls, offering them notes that Seungmin and Jeongin were more than capable of nailing themselves. The b-sides don't flow like they used to, and far too many of them are disjointed and heavy in rapping that's too heavy for songs meant to be light. 

The chorography is the only thing that stays the same after all this time, the one thing Minho can still throw himself into without having to think. He's given Hyunjin and Felix more work to do in having to train two girls with left feet, though the new guy wasn't too bad, but they never complained. 

"Good," this producer tells him, waving a hand with a small smile. "That's all your lines." 

Minho wants to say something, anything. He wants to record the whole thing, strain his letters less, hit that note like how he should be able to. But the words well up in his throat, and nothing comes out. 

He nods, and murmurs his thanks as he pulls the headset off. 

The booth is too quiet. The producer is too quiet. 

Everything is too quiet without a voice to tie all of it together. 

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He stands on the bridge and watches the boats as they pass underneath him, the wind stinging at his cheeks. Every breath fills his chest with cold air, and it keeps him here, and awake, and alive, as he watches the lights of the city blink and flicker in the distance. 

Minho had brought Jisung here, years ago. They had talked for hours, standing on the edge of the universe, even if it was nothing more than the pathway of a bridge. He had smiled so much that his cheeks had hurt, and Jisung's laughter had been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. Minho had hugged him - pulled him close and buried his face in the crook of his neck, stayed there until forever was something he thought possible. 

"I'll never forget you," he whispers against the next breeze, hoping it will carry his words to wherever they were, wherever Jisung was. "I don't think I ever could." An exhale that rattles his bones. "I don't want to." 

He closes his eyes. Listens to the wind, and the waves, and the beat of his own heart. 

Something warm wraps around him, squeezing him tight. It feels like someone he knows. He doesn't open his eyes, afraid to shatter whatever illusion his mind has created this time. And then a hitch of breath, and a small, raspy voice, whispering close to his ear. 

"You don't have to." 

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Star For The Night

Chapter Eleven of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Twelve

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter Overview: Estrella finally gets her chance in the ring

TW: typical boxing violence, men being creepy/weird, knife play (don't look at me like that), p in v penetration

Notes: hey everyone !! guess who's back from the dead LMAOOOO ,, okay so yes i took a break because 1) life was beating the ever living fuck out of me and 2) i'm still working out the kinks of where i want this story to go/ how i want it to end. i always forget that i'm going to need to wrap these things up with a pretty little bow at the end because i just get so excited that i jump in. no worries though because i still fully intend to finish this story. thank you to the people who were patient with me in my break, to the people the sent encouraging messages, and to the people that kept reading the story !! it truly means the word to me ((: still brain storming for chapter 12 so in the mean time please send me fun asks for the TF boys and Estrella !! lmk if you want to be added to the tag list/ if i left you off !! happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“I know you’re doing it to be respectful and all, but you don’t have to hide in a stall. You’ve seen me naked, Frankie.”

“Yes ma’am.” He comes fumbling out of the cramped space. 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finish tying your shirt. “What do you think?” You turn in a circle so he has a chance to see the full outfit.

His eyes darken as he walks the short distance to you.

“I think we should ditch this place and go to my house before Benny notices we’re gone.” He places two firm hands on your waist and pulls you into him.

“I don’t think we would be able to sneak past the guards.” You motion with your head to the door. “I have it on good authority that they have a military background.”

“Will and Pope definitely owe me a favor for something in the past. I could use that as leverage.” He kisses his way down your neck. “And I bet if you ask really nicely it could work.” Your head drifts to the side and he hungrily licks and bites at your skin.

“Hey! Break it up you two! There will be plenty of time for that later.” Benny walks into the locker room. “I know she’s your girl Fish, but tonight she’s my ring girl.”

“She is my girl.” Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. “Officially.” 

Benny turns his head towards you seeking extra conformation and the giddy look splayed across your face is exactly what he needs.

“Oh shit!” He claps his hands together in front of him. “Congratulations guys!”

Benny bounds up to the both of you and pulls y’all in for a hug. You embrace him with the same energy. There were countless moments before in Benny and your friendship where you knew that he cared for you, but this one takes the cake. He clutches onto you and you can truly feel the happiness he’s exuding. 

“It took you long enough.” He says to Frankie as he releases y’all. “I would just like to say for the record that I definitely helped move this relationship along.”

You grin while the man next to you lets out an exaggerated groan. 

“What? I was totally playin’ a double agent. Operation catch-a-fish is complete!” 

“Operation catch-a-fish?” You and Frankie question in unison.

He hurriedly brushes the query off. “We can discuss that on a later date. Right now I need to give her a quick rundown of her role.” Benny shifts his attention solely on you now. “It’s super simple, I promise. I’ll go out there and do the intro for the whole night and then I’ll introduce you and wave you into the ring. After that you just need to call out the names of each fighter and then start the match. Just remember to say ‘fight’ once you have made your way outside the ring because it gets ugly in there fast.”

“Simple my ass.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “How will I know the fighters names? I’ve never seen a teleprompter for the ring girl to read off of and I don’t think I can manage to remember all of those damn names.”

“I’ll tell you the names beforehand. We will have brief chances to talk during the boxin’ rounds since we will be standing next to each other on the side lines. It’s gonna be perfect.”

“You’ll be next to me the whole time?”

“Absolutely.”

You look up when you feel Frankie squeeze your shoulder. “The guys and I will be there too. We won’t let anything happen to you, Estrella. You’re going to do amazing.”

“Thanks. I really hope so.” 

It makes you feel good to know that they believe in you so fully.

“You’re going to look amazin’ too! People won’t be able to take their eyes off of you long enough to watch the matches!”

“God, don’t remind me.” You feel his hand tug tighter on you at Benny’s words. You aren’t the biggest fan of overly macho or hyper-masculine men, but this is just the right touch. It felt nice to not have to be the sole person protecting yourself. It felt nice that someone else is more than willing to take up the mantle.

“It’s almost 10 o’clock, Benny!” Will shouts into the locker room. “Let’s get a move on!”

“That’s my cue!” Benny hums. “The names of the guys you will be announcin’ first are Rodriguez and Montoya! See ya’ out there!”

You and Frankie follow Benny out the doors and watch with Will and Pope as he kicks off the night's events.

“Hello, everybody! Who’s excited to see what we have planned?!” The crowd erupts all around him. It’s deafening and quite the stark contrast to how the gym is during a regular week day. People encircle the boxing ring and hoist their beer bottles in the air. They look like a turbulent ocean. “That’s what I like to hear!” He shouts. “Now, I have an extra special treat for y’all tonight! Our usual ring girl is out so a good friend of mine stepped up to the plate and will be fillin’ in for her! You all know and love her! It’s … !”

When Benny says your name the crowd cheers again. You didn’t think that they could manage to get even louder than they were the first time. In front of you, Will and Pope part the sea of people in order to make an obstruction free path for you to walk. You take a deep breath and hold on tightly to Frankie’s hand.

“I’m right here.” He whispers in your ear. “I’m always going to be right here, Estrella.”

You look up at him with tears threatening to show themselves as he guides you through the pathway. His quiet words of support manage to silence the roaring people surrounding you. It feels like it’s just you and him in the room together. He squeezes your hand one last time before letting it go so you can climb through the ropes that encase the ring. Benny holds up the top rope so you can shimmy your way through and join him at the center.

“Ain’t she a peach?!” He asks the throng of people.

Of all the thoughts careening around in your head at this moment, something Benny said to you the first time you met sticks out. 

“Bein’ in there is electric, man. Gotta be one of the best feelins’ in the world hands down.”

God, is he right. You feel like you’re on the top of the world when in reality you are maybe a few feet higher than everyone else. The energy in the room fills you with a sense of confidence and excitement you didn’t know you could possess. Faces, some familiar and some new, stare back at you with glee.

“Happy to be here with y’all tonight!” You exclaim.

Empowered by the reaction that you receive, you take a lap around your new stage and wave to everyone. When you circle back around to Benny, you don’t think you have ever seen him look so proud. 

“I’m going to get my ugly mug outta here so our main girl can kick this thing off! Take it away!”

He jumps down to where Frankie, Will, and Pope are all standing and cheering for you.

“She’s a damn natural up there.” Pope marvels.

“I knew she could do it!” Benny wraps his arm around his brother.

“She’s going to be the star of the ring tonight, that’s for sure.” Will states. 

“That’s my girl!” Frankie shouts up to you. In reality, he would have been proud of you regardless. You tripped getting into the ring? You still got in there when no one else did. Your voice cracked when you started to talk? You were still brave enough to take on this entire room single handedly. You may be their star tonight, but you were his estrella every single day.

“The first fighters of the night are…” You pause for effect. “Rodriguez and Montoya!”

The boxers come racing out of the men’s locker room and make a beeline for the ring. The guests stepped to the side and allowed them through, cheering and hollering the whole time. After they breach the ring, they mirror you by doing a lap. They seem to be feeding off the audience the same way you are. You call them over to you so Friday Fight Night can officially get started. Following your instructions they meet you in the middle of the ring, but each one of them plants a quick kiss on your cheek and asks you to wish them luck. They each get into their fighting stance and wait for your signal.

“Round one!” You yell, slipping under the ropes to the safety of your friends. Benny thrusts a wireless mic into your hands when you get positioned next to him. “Fight!”

Benny uses that same mic to narrate what’s happening during the rounds and then to announce the winner of each match. After Rodriguez goes down hard in the third round, you slip back inside to hold up Montoya’s hand in victory. If you’re being honest, the majority of the night after that is an adrenaline filled blur. 

“Dawson and Overton!” 

“Dawson wins!”

“Clark and Edwards”

“Edwards wins!”

“Wood and Harrison!”

“Wood wins!”

In between screaming your lungs out announcing boxers for the crowd, Frankie has you wrapped in his arms. It feels so good to be able to lay your tired body against his chest as he places kisses on the top of your head. You can feel his steady heartbeat on your back and it helps you calm your own down. It’s so strong and grounding and yours. It occurs to you that having to get ready to help host the fights tonight stole the time that should have been dedicated to freaking out about Frankie finally asking you to be his girlfriend. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The earlier events of the night clearly showed his past was tumultuous to say the least. He willingly opened up to you about Rochelle, not that she gave him much of a choice, and about his drug addiction. Things that you know couldn’t have been easy to do. You saw it in his eyes that he was struggling to explain it all. Yet, the determination on his end to come completely clean for you was humbling and empowering. It made you want to show him your scars. After all, he wasn’t the only one with skeletons in his closet. 

“Okay, are you ready for the last round of fighters?” Benny has to talk loudly next to your ear in order to make sure you can hear him over the noise.

You give him a thumbs up and are secretly happy the night has almost concluded. As fun as this has been, you’re exhausted. 

“It’s going to be Jacobs and,” He pauses. “Brunson.” You must have made a face unconsciously because he quickly speaks again. “I know. I know. It’s going to be over soon. We’ll all be right here waiting for you.”

You nod at Benny and tap lightly on the arms that are currently encircling your waist. You look up at him and can tell that he doesn’t want to let you go, but smiles nonetheless as he untangles himself from you. 

“Just one more fight.” You whisper encouragingly to Frankie before climbing back into the ring.

“Last fight of the evening, folks! Let’s hope it's a good one!” You announce to the thoroughly drunk crowd. “Your final fighters are going to be Jacobs and Brunson!”

You try to hide your repugnance when Brunson is the first one to slip through the ropes and jog around hyping up the viewers. His dark black hair is meticulously combed back as usual. You muster up the last bit of your strength and call out to the two men. They trot over to you and stand by your side, Jacobs to the left and Brunson to the right. Jacobs leans down and places a small kiss on your cheek. It had become somewhat of a lucky thing to do this evening and caught on quickly with the rest of the boxers. They were always respectful and never tried anything else other than a small peck. You genuinely wish Jacobs well in his match. When Brunson goes in for his kiss, you instinctively swivel out of the way. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t you have one more kiss left for me?” He speaks so only you can hear. 

“Unfortunately, I’m all out.” You shrug innocently. 

Backing away from the freshly scorned man, you tell them to get into their fighting stances before hopping out of the ring to use the mic. 

“Round one! Fight!”

You pass off the mic to Benny so he can do his thing and retreat to the safety of Frankie. He obviously saw what happened up there and noticed how you were huddling as deep into his body as you could get.

“What was that?” He asks curiously. 

“Some prick who doesn’t understand when a woman clearly isn’t interested in him.” You scowl, trying to manifest Jacobs landing a punch to Brunson's jaw.

“Has he been bothering you?” His tone has shifted from one of curiosity to one of worry.

“He tries to hit on me when he comes into work out sometimes.” You feel his arms squeeze slightly tighter on you as you talk. “I shut him down hard every time and Benny is always close by. It’s not a big deal, but I should have told you about him. I don’t want to keep you in the dark.”

“I would have liked to have known if someone was giving you a hard time at work, but I’m not upset at you. I don’t really have any room to be.” You can feel his belly rise and fall as he laughs lightly behind you. “It took me a while to explain what was going on with me. I’m just glad that Benny was there to watch out for you. I am upset at him though.” He rests the underside of his chin on the top of your head.

You hum in agreement. “I also already have a pretty great boyfriend. Why would I even think of entertaining some random guy? He could never satisfy me the way you do.” 

Frankie breathes out heavily from his nose and you can feel your hair move. He leans down and places a kiss on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied when we get back to my house.”

A shiver of excitement creeps its way down your back as his words settle in your ears. You know it's cruel and you know you’re in public, but you can’t help but rub your ass against him. The room is full of a bunch of drunk people watching a boxing match so who cares. His hands tighten around you to hold you into place. You’re unable to move your hips. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game right now, Estrella.”

“I guess I’m getting tired of watching other people do dangerous things and I wanted to try it out for myself.”

“I’m hanging on by a thread as it is watching you prance around up there in that tiny little outfit. Seeing you dance around for everyone? Get kissed on the cheek by random men? I’m losing my mind down here.” 

Both you and Frankie are snapped back to a lustless reality when the crowd lets out a wild cry. Brunson has his arms up in a defensive position while Jacobs wails on him with his glove-covered fists. Overcome by the glorious scene in front you, you start yelling like every other observer.

“Fucking hit him! Take him down, Jacobs!”

Frankie is still holding you while you flail your arms every which way. He looks over at Pope and Will who are transfixed by your sudden outburst. They raise their eyebrows at him and he mouths ‘tell you later’. There is no way they would have been able to hear him over your manic yelling anyway. 

“Break his fucking jaw!” You holler.

“Ella es luchadora esta noche!” Pope calls to Frankie over the commotion. 

“Esa es mi chica!” He answers.

Jacobs continues to hammer down on Brunson. In a last ditch attempt to get out of the predicament he is in, Brunson takes swings at Jacobs. Unfortunately for him, that left an open space for Jacobs’ fist to make direct contact with the side of Brunson’s head. He lands hard on the matt and, with his last bit of strength, taps his hand on the floor. Pompous fucker didn’t even make it past the first round.

You leap out of Frankie’s grip and charge the ring along with Benny. Both of you scramble to get inside to make the final calls of the night. 

“Jacobs wins!” You cry holding up the very hand that took down Brunson.

Benny wraps his arm around your shoulder and speaks into the mic.

“That’s a wrap on this week's Friday Fight Night, everyone! Thank you for coming out and showing support for Brass Knuckles! Remember to come visit us again next week and to drive home carefully!”

Jacobs thanks you for being a great co-host before he heads off to the locker room to shower, change, and head out. Everyone else begins to slowly file out of the building as well. Your strength being rejuvenated after seeing Brunson get what was coming to him, has you giggling and leaning against the ropes facing your friends. 

“You really held your own out there, hon. I wouldn’t want to mess with you.” Will teases. 

You stick your tongue out and laugh along with him as the gym gets quieter. 

“I told you she’d be a good ring girl, Benny.” Pope speaks over your shoulder. “I’d never steer you wrong.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, man.” Benny confirms with a grin. “Come on, Brunson, get up. It’s time to clear out. Better luck next time, hmm?” He looks down at the man sitting in the corner of the ring massaging the left side of his face.

“Yeah, I’m going, Miller.” He grumbles. “Can’t a guy leave the ring with some dignity?”

“I don’t think you had any dignity walking into the ring to begin with.” He chortles. 

You haven’t been paying either man any mind because Frankie has walked up to the side of the ring you are leaning against. He pinches the collar of your shirt between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulls your giggling self towards him. He captures your lips in a kiss and you can taste faint hints of the beer he was nursing during the show.

“That's the reason?” A grating voice calls out from behind you. “That’s the reason you won’t go out with me?” 

You break away from Frankie and turn to see Brunson looking at you still holding the side of his face; Benny is already staring at him with an open mouth.

“Excuse me?” You question, daring him to repeat what he just said. 

“Brunson, the fuck are you talking about, man?” Benny looks exhausted. You aren’t sure if that's from tonight or Brunson specifically.

“You keep shooting me down because you’re fucking one of Miller’s military friends?” He says it like this is the only possible reason for your rejection of him.

“Oh shit.” Pope whispers somewhere behind you. 

“Brunson.” Benny warns.

“Did it ever occur to you in your myopic little mind that I just don’t fucking like you?” You hiss. 

“You’re such a bitch.” He laughs as if he just said something incredibly profound. 

“That’s it!” Frankie growls behind you. “Come here, you fucking asshole!”

You whip around to see Will and Pope rushing forward to grab each of his arms so he can’t climb into the ring. 

“Alto, hermano!” 

“Don’t, Catfish! You know you can’t have assaultin’ someone on your record! It’s going to hurt your chances of getting it back!”

You don’t know what Will is referring to when he said ‘it’, but whatever it was is enough to cause Frankie to falter for half a second.

“Who’s gonna tell?!” He’s still trying to pull out of their grip. “I know y’all won’t and this fucker won’t be alive to report me!”

“Get the fuck outta the ring now.” Benny’s voice is ice cold when he speaks to Brunson. “You aren’t welcome back here after this either.” 

“What? All because I said she was banging your friend?” The battered man climbs to his feet and starts walking to exit the ring. “My bad, maybe she’s banging all four of yall.”

It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to be scared. Benny’s fist flies through the air and connects with Brunson’s jaw with a deliciously satisfying crack. His body crumbles to the ground and unlike in his first fight, he doesn’t get back up. You don’t hear Frankie trying to get inside the ring now, Will and Pope are both silent behind you as well, and Benny looks as calm as ever. 

“I have been wantin’ to do that for a while now.” He beams. “God, that felt so fuckin’ good.”

“You just punched him.” You say airily. 

Benny just flashes you his boyish grin and shrugs. “He had it comin’.” He looks over your shoulder at his friends. “I know you would have done it, Fish. I was just a little closer. I hope you don’t mind.” 

“It was probably better that you did it for a number of reasons.” Frankie admits. “The biggest one being I don’t think I could have stopped at just one punch.” 

“Well…what do we do now?” You laugh. “We can’t just leave him here. Although, I’m sure I could be convinced to.”

“You and Fish are goin’ to leave him here.” Benny answers nonchalantly. “Y’all have dealt with too much bullshit for one night. The boys and I can stay here to clean up and wait until this loser wakes up.” 

“Seriously?” Frankie sounds stunned. 

“Seriously?” You echo.

“Seriously?” Pope whines.

“Yeah! Y’all go get the rest you need. Bosses orders.” 

“This ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.” Will assures you. 

“I still don’t want to do it.” Pope says, yet he seems to change his tune after Will smacks him upside the head. “But I would be more than happy too!”

You individually hug all three of them for allowing you and Frankie to leave. Benny was right, both of y’all did need rest. Too bad there were other plans in place already.

***

You have barely closed the front door before Frankie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He had to watch you frolic around all night in that tiny little outfit and he was struggling to keep it together the entire time. Your breasts were calling his name, that short skirt was teasing him, those fishnets begged to be ripped off, and that smile. Oh, your fucking smile. That was probably the sexiest thing that you wore tonight. He definitely wasn’t complaining about your outfit, but your smile made him weak. The fact that it seemed the biggest when you were looking at him brought him to his knees.

You hear him kick the door the rest of the way open and then he’s tossing you down on the bed. His normally soft brown eyes appear almost black as he stares down at you. You can’t help but clench your legs together and his eyes sweep over your body.

“God, you’re perfect.” His voice is raspy from yelling all evening. “I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.” 

A wetness in between your legs starts to make itself known to you. You watch as he tosses his cap off, pulls his shirt off in one swift motion, and starts to remove his jeans. The thigh high boots are all you manage to get off before he places a heavy hand on your leg.

“I want to try something a little different.” He states. “Will you let me?”

There is a command in his question, but also an air of hesitation. He seems like he wants you to be just as on board as he is. 

“I’ll let you do anything you want.” You say truthfully. 

A grin appears on his face after he hears your stamp of approval. Frankie turns around to the desk behind him and slides something metal off of it. He’s obstructing your view with his hands. 

“I told you before that Benny isn’t going to have an outfit to get back from you because I’m going to tear it off.” 

You nod, swallowing the growing lump in your throat.

“I decided that I didn’t want to do that anymore. I’m going to cut it off.”

He brings out the object that he took off his dresser and unfolds it in front of you. It’s a pocket knife. However, it’s bigger than any pocket knife you have ever seen. The blade is thin, long, and a blinding silver. Your wetness soaks its way through your panties the longer you take in the image of Frankie holding the knife in front of you. Where he was usually a soft and sweet looking man, now he looked dark and lustful. It’s making you and your body go crazy. You bite down hard on your lower lip hoping that the pain will distract from the throbbing of your clit. It’s unbearable. He balances himself over you by resting one knee on the bed. The next time he talks, his face is inches from yours and his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Don’t you dare move.” He speaks. “I don’t want to cut this beautiful skin of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and stay still for me?” He lets the knife hover over the knot you tied in your shirt earlier that evening.

“Yes.” You breathe out excitedly. 

Frankie carefully slips the blade beneath the knot and pulls upward. The cheap material is sliced through and falls delicately to each side of your body. He looks at your black bra like it’s offending him and repeats the same action with the knife. When your breasts are fully exposed in front of him, he lets out a deep sigh. You can see how hard he has gotten from watching your clothes get cut from your body. With his free hand he rolls one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger. The feeling causes your back to arch slightly as you whine out to him. 

“What did I say, Estrella?” Frankie lays the knife flat in the valley of your breasts. The cool metal feels like it's pulling the warmth from your body. “I thought I told you not to move?” He picks it back up again, and with the tip ghosting over your skin, he drags it down to your navel.

“I can’t help it.” You smile. “My body just reacts to you.” 

There is a flash of sweetness in his eyes at your words before they cloud back over with lust. “I know the feeling.” He groans, palming your breasts.

Frankie sits back on his leg and lets his blade slip under the waistband of your skirt. You giggle quietly as it melts off your body just as easy as the other two articles of clothing. There is nothing left on your body, but fishnets and underwear. Your breath hitches as the icy metal slides its tongue down your leg. Watching Frankie’s eyes light up with your every reaction is pushing you further and further towards your climax. How could it be possible for him to make you come without his hands ever gracing your skin? You keep your own eyes trained on him as he starts slicing through the material of the fishnets. When he finally finishes, you’re the one who tears off your panties. As beautifully torturous as that was, there is no way you can wait for him anymore. 

“I’ve been aching for you all day.” You whimper, butterflying your legs open for his viewing pleasure. “Are you going to come satisfy me like you promised?” 

Frankie’s so enamored by your display in front of him that he loses his grip on his knife and it falls softly on the bedroom floor. He walks up the foot of the bed and grasps your hips firmly. Without you having to say another word, he sinks deep inside you and fills you to the hilt. Both of you gasp out in pleasure and gratefulness that this moment is finally here after this strenuous day. 

“Fuck. Every time I slip inside you it feels so right.” He utters out as he starts thrusting at a languid pace.

You’re too lost in the sensation of feeling every inch of him stretch you out to respond, but he keeps speaking.

“Every time you twirled around and every time I saw your lips pressed right up against the microphone, I wanted you.” His pace is speeding up now. “Every time I saw you perform for the crowd and every time I saw those men get the blessed opportunity to kiss you, I wanted everyone to know I wanted you. You’re my girl. You’re my Estrella.” 

“Yes, Frankie.” Your eyes are locked on him while he pounds into you. 

“I want you to say it. I want you to say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasp.

“Louder.” His voice is a mix of demanding and begging. “I don’t care if the neighbors hear.”

“I’m yours Frankie! No one else's!”

“That’s fucking right.”

He leans down to suck on your breasts while he continues pumping inside your cunt. Your hands find their home in his hair to pull on his curls. Hearing his deep grunts is causing you to feel drunk. His coarse hair is methodically rubbing your clit as he nips at your sensitive skin. You know your high is coming, you can feel it rising quickly to the surface. Wanting to be as connected to him as possible, you slide your hands down to his face and bring him up to your lips. There is a hunger between the two of you that is palpable in the kiss. Each of you is desperate to have more of the other. There is an unspoken knowing that no matter how much is taken, neither one will be full. He silences your screams as you come with his full lips as you release onto him. You feel yourself coating him completely. Frankie never breaks the kiss during or after your climax. You smile as you feel his lips quiver against yours as he finishes deep inside you. His hips quiver with each release.

“That’s it.” You whisper. “Let me have it. I want all of you.”

“You already have all of me, Estrella.” 

He didn’t pull out of you immediately, but when he did, you stopped him from going to clean you up. The two of you laid there on the bed, facing each other, as you traced the features of his face. There was something so lovely about the after. The quietness and contentment that encapsulated the both of you was like something out of a dream. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there until the sun rose. Frankie, unfortunately, was to be the voice of reason. He reminded you that you both had work early in the morning and that sleep was something you definitely needed after the day's events. He’s gentle when he washes himself off of your skin. As he puts the cloth away, you pull back the covers and wait patiently for him to hold your tired body. Before sleep can take you from this moment, you muster up the strength to ask one last thing. 

“Are you mine, Frankie?” 

“I’m yours until all the stars in the sky go dark.”

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[unreliablesnake]

Early birthday present (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Right before the outbreak you give a visit to a Joel on your way to the hospital. While it was you who wanted to surprise him, he ends up being the one with a big surprise.

Note: Loosely connected to Wounded animals. I wrote the first half when I started to play the game last year so it originally took place on his birthday. But whatever, it’s changed because of the show. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: fluff with some not-so-detailed smut. Afab!reader. MINORS DNI!! (Please don't report this as mature content, just keep scrolling.)

You stood in his doorway with a bright smile on your face, holding a few balloons in your hand that he watched with a suspicious look as the moment he opened the door. “Good morning and happy early birthday!” you told him happily.

Shaking his head while laughing, Joel took the balloons from you and leaned over to give you a quick kiss. “Thank you, honey,” he said before ushering you inside, mostly because his neighbors were watching his every move today.

“Where's Sarah?”

Joel tied the balloons to a chair in the kitchen before he answered your question. “She already left for school with a friend.”

He pointed at the coffee machine, happy to see you nod in response. His previous girlfriend–or whatever you call someone he slept with a few times–was strictly against caffeine in general, avoiding everything that contained even a very small amount of it. But this man was addicted to coffee, it would be cruel to force him to stop drinking it.

“I hoped I could catch her,” you told him, talking about his daughter.

“Why?”

You flashed a cheeky smile at him. “Girly things.”

“Oh, you two are keeping secrets now?” Joel asked as he walked over to you, his hand reaching out to take yours into his.

“You have a problem with that? Don't worry, it's not like we were conspiring against you.”

“Good to know,” he told you, leaning dangerously close to your lips. “And no, I don't have a problem with that. In fact, I'm glad you get along so well."” He kissed you softly before you could say anything, his hand letting go of yours as he raised it to your face to keep you close to him. ”Are you working today?”

With a sigh, you nodded. “Yeah, I'm on my way to the hospital. A nice thirty-six hour long shift. If I'm lucky,” you added sourly, remembering the last time you had such a long shift. A woman was brought in following an accident, and you spent a good eleven hours in the OR, finishing five hours after your shift was supposed to end.

Joel sighed and rested his forehead against yours. “So you can't come over tomorrow?” he asked, although he probably already knew the answer.

“I'm sorry, babe, even if I could leave in the evening, I'd be so damn tired I wouldn't be able to stay awake for a minute,” you replied before kissing him again.

You often wondered how he could taste this good, a nice mixture of coffee and something sweet you hadn’t been able to identify yet. This man was everything you needed to function, his energy was keeping you alive, and his kiss would have been able to bring you back from the brink of death as well.

You noticed him looking at his watch while his lips were still connected to yours. Right, it was time to let him be, after all it was a workday for the both of you. But then he said something that surprised you a little. “Well, I don't know about you, but I have some time before leaving for work,” he told you when he pulled away to talk.

It was a tempting offer. “I really can't stay.”

“Come on, it's my birthday tomorrow. Can you stop being such a goody two-shoes for once? You’re always there way too early.”

“We both know I’d be terribly late if I stayed.

“But wouldn't it be worth it?” he asked with a laugh.

The corners of your lips curled into a wide grin. “Someone's confident,” you noted with your hand buried in his hair.

“Someone compliments me a little too often and now my ego's big.” You playfully punched his upper arm at this. “No, but seriously, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.”

In the history of humanity no good conversation ever started with this sentence. “I don't like the sound of that,” you said with a sigh.

But Joel looked happy as he kissed the tip of your nose then let you go just to retrieve something from the living room. “Hopefully you'll love it. Sit down,” he asked you with almost his entire arm disappearing inside a cabinet.

You had absolutely no idea what it could be about, but you did as he asked nonetheless. You trusted him with your life, so if it came down to it, he could’ve easily killed you since you wouldn’t have suspected a thing. But hopefully he wasn’t planning to get rid of you, at least not in the bloody sense of the words.

Then he returned, a hand hidden behind his back when he stopped in front of you. “Okay, so here's the thing. I suck at this so don't be mad. I love you. I love you more than anything. And Sarah also loves you, which is a great thing, and also very, very important to me. So it got me thinking, and I don't want to lose you. Would you marry me?” he asked as he showed you the little box he’d been hiding behind his back.

You couldn’t believe your ears. But as you watched the delicate ring, you realized that it was true. “Yes!” you squealed before he finally put the ring on your finger.

“C'mere,” he said with a smile, putting his hands around your neck to pull you into a passionate kiss. His hands soon began to wander, moving down your back until they reached your bottom.

It took some time until you could pull away long enough to ask him what had been on your mind since the question. “How long have you been planning this?” you asked with a smile.

“For about a month. I wanted to do this on my birthday to guilt trip you into saying yes.” You gave him a disapproving look that made him laugh. “Okay, okay, sorry. But for real, I knew it would be a great birthday present for me.”

“And if I said no?”

Joel shook his head at this. “I knew you wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

“So what do you say? Can’t you be a little sick this morning?” he asked, sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or maybe your car should break down on the way to work.”

With a sigh, you enjoyed the way his finger brushed over the skin on your cheek. He was right, you had never been late before, only went on a sick leave once when you got the flu. So why not? “Don’t tempt me,” you said quietly.

Joel flashed a sly smile at you as he moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your body to pull you close. His free hand traveled down your side, straight to your hips before taking a sharp turn towards your sex, all while his lips barely left your shoulder. You turned as much as you could in his arms to give him better access to yourself, leaning against his chest as he did his magic.

It was hard to resist him when he wanted something, especially when you wanted the same thing. He unbuttoned your pants to push them down, making you kick it away, then he slid his hand under your panties to see how wet you already were for him.

“We’ll be quick, I promise,” he whispered in your ear. “If I only warm you up a little,” he began as he pushed two fingers inside you, “we can finish just in time for you to get to work almost on time. You’ll make it up to me some other time.”

With your head thrown back on his shoulder, you moved a little to give him a kiss, muffling your moans with this trick. Joel was a giver; always making sure that you were okay if he happened to be rough with you, and that you were also satisfied in the end. Even now that his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you could tell by the way his other hand kept you in place that he cared so much about you.

He kept going at a merciless pace, pushing you to the edge of insanity by slowing down every time your body gave away that you were about to come. He loved to do this to you, for some reason finding it adorable how you began to whine and plead for him to go on. And this time wasn’t any different, you were begging him to keep going, your brain cells slowly disappearing from this sweet torture.

And when you came for him covering his fingers with your juices, he simply placed a kiss on the nape of your neck, telling you what a good girl you were for him. “Let’s get you on the dining table, okay?” he asked, already maneuvering you towards it.

“For real? You eat here,” you pointed out.

“I couldn’t care less now, I’ll clean it later,” he said against your lips before grabbing your sides and helping you hop on it. You unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his already hard cock that was eagerly waiting to be inside you. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he suddenly told you.

You flashed a wide smile at him. “I love you too.”

Before you knew it he pushed his cock inside you, picking up a steady pace as his eyes were locked with yours. “The future Mrs. Miller,” he noted, his words followed by a string of groans as he kept going. “We’re so good together, aren’t we?”

It was hard to reply, your brain already foggy from the pleasure that spread through your core. But you pulled yourself together just enough to hum in agreement before pulling him into a kiss. He fucked you hard, but he was still careful not to hurt you, only aiming to make it hard for you to walk after he was done with you.

You buried your face into the nape of his neck when you were close to your climax again, barely able to bite back your moans. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he told you once he pulled your head back to face you.

Nodding weakly, you stopped trying to be quiet, constantly reminding yourself that Sarah wasn’t home and there was no need to hold back. “I’m so close,” you whimpered.

This made him flash a predatory smile at you, knowing full well by now that this was the case. He knew your body, he could decode every single little movement perfectly, so it wasn’t hard to figure out you were on cloud nine. Giving you another kiss, he kept going and fucked you until you came around him, and you soon felt his warm cum inside you, the mixture of your juices slowly dripping out of you.

While you tried to catch your breath, you couldn’t help but glance over at your watch. “Fuck, I’m late,” you mumbled as you jumped off the table and steadied yourself by grabbing his shoulders.

“You sure you can drive?” he asked with a cheeky laugh.

“I’m sure. Where the hell are–there they are,” you said when you found your pants lying a few feet away from you. As you got dressed, Joel kept his eyes on you, as if he wanted to say something serious. “What?” you asked in the end.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing, really,” he dismissed it with a forced smile. “I don’t want you to be that late so I won’t keep you up.”

With a nod you rushed over to Joel to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Veeeeery early. Hopefully you’ll wake up to that,” you said with a laugh.

“I can’t make any promises, you might have to call me later,” he told you. “But I’ll do my best.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #tlou

[emikotatsuya]

Sensation's Rewrite Prologue

I decided to post the finished rewrite for the prologue here on Tumblr just so people can get a feel for some of the additions and for some new readers to hopefully look forward to when I'm done rewriting Sensation. Anyway, I hope you lovely readers enjoy it!

Regarding human nature, morality is questioned in almost every decision they make. To survive in this world, they make so many drastically different choices that humans like to put into the vague terms of Good and Evil. Humans are also hypocritical creatures, acting on their selfish desires and beliefs. One person will choose and be seen as a good person, while someone else will make the same decision and somehow be seen as the bad guy. The lines are blurred so often that there never seems to be an actual line between those opposing sides. It's easier to call it a gray area, but only some people are satisfied with just that. Humans need constant reassurance that they are making the right choices. That they're the protagonists of their own story, and any minor inconvenience is the antagonist.

In the depths of a hidden world, behind the general public, those lines are more thought out and clearly stated. Forces beyond normal human comprehension exist and sometimes threaten their lives without them ever knowing. All because they don't harbor the necessary eyes to see it. Behind the scenes, the more or less good guys are Jujutsu Sorcerers. Those men and women have been born with the ability to see cursed spirits and can harness the cursed energy those spirits are made of to defend humanity from them. 

As for the bad guys, it is easy to say that cursed spirits are the set-in-stone villains. They are primarily mindless beings that move on instinct. However, some have become more powerful and evolved to be able to think and even talk in some cases. They may even gain a humanoid form if lucky, usually only present in powerful cursed spirits. That said, it goes without saying that Jujutsu Sorcerers are not all harbingers of goodwill. Having powers no average human has can quickly go to the head. Even though this happens, you never see a cursed spirit trying to be a good Samaritan. Right?

I thought about what it would be like if that wasn't the case as I walked down the dirt path deep within the woods outside of town and headed to the tiny log cabin I called my home. Almost two decades ago, I opened my eyes for the first time. Born from nothing but the forest's foreboding, I took my first steps. I had wandered the forest aimlessly for days without knowing why I existed. The first few months after my alleged 'birth', I ran into my first cursed spirit. 

It was small and looked more like a ball of flesh than anything else. When it had noticed me, it had coward away. Sensing something that I could not perceive myself at the time. Something compelled me to believe that somehow, we were the same species, or at least made of the same thing. Though, of course, at the time, I had no idea what a cursed spirit was or how they were made. It didn't take long for my curiosity to turn into panic once the cursed spirit realized I wasn't a threat and somehow bit my hand clean off. I don't remember what happened next, but when I came to, the curse was nowhere to be seen, and my hand was somehow back. After that, I made a conscious effort to stay away from cursed spirits. I was scared I was going to get attacked again.

About a month later, I finally found my way to town outside the forest. That was when I discovered what humans were. I didn't go down immediately, scared they would harm me like the curse did. I watched the humans go about their lives from the cover of the forest's darkness. For a bit, that was enough. 

I was simply content on watching. Humans were so fascinating; they were of different shapes and sizes with similar forms. They were social creatures, I learned soon enough, and eventually, I longed to be down there with them. One day, I noticed a cursed spirit had wandered from the forest and crawled down to the town. That was when I first learned of the basic instinct of cursed spirits to prey on humans. 

I desperately wanted to go down there and help, warn them of the dangers, but my fears had held me back. However, I didn't have to in the end, as a jujutsu sorcerer had been notified of the attack and had come swiftly to deal with the problem. They didn't sense me by some miracle, but I saw firsthand how strong they could be and how they killed cursed spirits without hesitation. I remember being scared to death at the thought of returning to the forest's edge after that, wondering If I would be the next one for the slaughter. Eventually, I gathered some courage and resumed my people-watching.

One day, by mere accident, I somehow changed my form. I barely noticed the change, but my eye level was lower than usual. I was suddenly shorter than I was initially. While wandering around the forest and eventually finding a river near where I live now, I was shocked to see a human face staring back at me. As embarrassing as it was, I thought a human was trapped under the water, unable to fathom that I could ever look like that. 

However, after my initial panic to rescue said human, I realized that it was actually me that I was staring at. I remember a wave of relief washing over me to finally not see the monstrous face I had grown used to seeing in my reflection. Since that day, I never changed back. I traveled down to the town below that day with my new form. I had apparently taken the form of a five-year-old child, so the adults who had first noticed me freaked out when they saw me. I was caked with dirt, my hair was matted, and I was naked. Clothes, sadly, did not come with the transformation, though at the time, I didn't know the importance of clothes.

Before I knew it, one of the townspeople rushed me to their home and threw me into a warm bath. Scrubbing away all the dirt and grime before almost tearing my hair as they brushed the knots out. They had bombarded me with many questions, all worried for my well-being. It was overwhelming. Now that I think back on it, they probably thought I was abused and had been abandoned in the forest to die. After all, no 'child' looks like that if they came from a loving family.

However, at the time, I couldn't answer them even if I had wanted to. I didn't know how to speak or dress myself. I remember the look on an elderly woman's face when she noticed how confused I looked when she had given me a tiny dress that one of the other townsfolk had run out and bought for me. Her look of pure sadness at the realization that I didn't even know how to put clothes on will forever be ingrained in my memory. The townsfolk there at the time had spent a good few hours trying to get clothes onto me. 

I had apparently struggled and squirmed so much that they had to hold me down just to put the dress on. When they were done, I finally looked like an ordinary little girl. After everything slowly settled down, the townsfolk decided what to do with me. Some tried to find my parents, though that was arduous since I didn't have any. They tried to take me in at some point, but I ran back into the forest. After all, that day was the first time I interacted with humans, and it was too much too soon.

The next day, after calming down, I returned to the town. The townsfolk had been worried and kept watch at the forest's edge. Only a few wanted to search for me in the forest because it was considered haunted. I wasn't surprised because of the number of Cursed Spirits born in it. That was when I met my Papa, a young man who had heard of what had happened and was the first person on the scene when I was spotted the next day. 

He had asked me if I wanted to live with him, but the thought of him or anyone finding out about what I was, or another Jujutsu Sorcerer coming by, had ended in me, no matter how tempting the offer had been, outright refusing him. Even if it wasn't a dangerous offer, the forest had become my home, and I couldn't bear to leave it after all this time. After some discussion, they eventually decided I would join Elementary school. Before I could join, however, they had to set up a place for me to stay. So, some builders from the village ended up renovating an old abandoned cabin in the woods. 

For the first year, one of the school teachers would walk up to the cabin and walk me all the way down to the elementary school. I would have dinner with the young man, who would walk me back to the cabin. The other kids in my grade had thought I was weird since I didn't talk, and eventually, a rumor circulated that I was an orphan. I didn't make any friends because of it. Over that first year, my form slowly changed, aging as if I were a human; after that year, I finally learned how to talk and, eventually, how to read and write. However, I had a terrible stutter whenever I did talk, as my vocal cords were not used to it.

About a month after I could talk a sentence, the young man brought something up during dinner one night. "So, what's your name, little one?" I looked up from my food to look up at him curiously. "M-m-my n-name?" I barely managed out. Ms and Ns at the start of words were the hardest to pronounce for me. "Yes, your name. A good little girl like you must have a wonderful name." I lowered my head to look back at the food, my hand tightening around the fork. "I don't have a n-name." Not long after I had said that the young man dropped his glass, causing it to shatter on the floor below; the noise made me flinch with how loud it was. "They didn't even give you a name?" 

I knew he meant to whisper it, but his emotions got the better of him. It confused me; why was he so angry? Had I done something wrong? "I-I'm sorry." His head snapped back at me, and he quickly threw his hands up. "No, no! It isn't your fault. It will never be your fault. It's just.." He trailed off. "I'll tell you when you're older; let me clean this up, okay? You continue eating your food," I nodded softly as I ate. The young man was hunched over on the floor, cleaning up the shards of glass and the water that had spilled everywhere. 

Once our plates had been emptied of food, I sat on one of the stools on the island in the kitchen while he washed the dishes. "So," He started. "Would you like me to give you a name?" My head perked up at that. A name? My own name? I couldn't help but shyly nod, giddy at the idea of receiving a name. He chuckled at my reaction and thoughtfully held his chin in his hands. "Hmm, I think I'll call you (Y/n), and for your last name, why not mine? From now on, you'll be (Y/N) Chibana." He grinned at me, "Awe- now that I think about it, I never told you my name earlier; sorry about that, kiddo, my name is Hisato Chibana. In my family, Chibana means 'A Thousand Blossoms.' You'll grow into that quite nicely. My little Hana."

That was the day my father officially adopted me. And he had wasted no time taking up his new role as my father. He was a patient man and never once got angry at me for my struggles to speak or if I was having trouble with my school work since I was starting school later than the other kids. Father had picked up everything and moved into the cabin in the woods with me not even two weeks after I started school. His neighbors had tried to stop him, warning him of the forest's dangers, but he simply smiled and said. "If I wasn't there for my daughter, then what kind of father would I be?" It was nice knowing he was there for me. It took me forever to properly warm up and see him as my Papa. I remember a day when he gave the principal an earful after he found out how some of the kids were making fun of the fact I was adopted since they couldn't exactly make fun of the fact I was an orphan anymore. 

When we got home that day, he sighed deeply and ruffled my hair as he told me to help him prepare the ingredients for dinner. "Don't listen to them, my little hana. You just have a different circumstance than them, but that doesn't make them better than you. You are an amazing young girl. I couldn't have wished for a better daughter," Is what he had told me, with a warm smile on his face. It had made him look so bright. I had clung to his leg for the rest of the night.

When I turned eleven, my happy life with my father ended. It was the middle of class, and I sat alone at one of the tables. The classroom was situated where there were fewer students than tables, and since the students were allowed to sit wherever they liked, I was the only one at my table. The teacher at the front of the room was teaching us multiplication when the phone rang. She told us to all settle down as he headed to the back of the class to answer the phone. "Yes, hello? Yes. She's here..what?" I saw the teacher go pale as her eyes landed on me, and I immediately knew something was up. "Ok..yes, I'll tell her. Alright, goodbye." 

The teacher hung up the phone."Chibana-San, please come with me." Everyone's eyes were on me as I slowly got out of my chair and followed our teacher out of the classroom. We didn't walk far, just to a different classroom that wasn't used at the moment; she sat me down at one of the tables. "Alright, Chibana-san, I must tell you some important news. It has to do with your father, Mister Chibana." I slowly nodded, my hands slightly shaking under the table as I feared the worst. "You see..while your dad was at work today, a little accident happened." The teacher looked at me with so much pity that I almost couldn't stand to look at her. "Is he ok?" I could barely hear my voice; I had spoken so softly. She shook her head, hanging low as she tried not to cry. After all, it wasn't every day you had to deliver news like this to an eleven-year-old. "Y-Your father got caught up in it, and he- he lost his life." In the end, she couldn't hold back the tears. And just like that, my world came crashing down around me.

Six years ago, my father died due to a workplace accident. They were working on construction, and some beams weren't tied correctly, so when the ropes gave way, my Papa was crushed under its weight when it fell. The information hit me like a ton of bricks at the time. The one person in my life who had helped me through each day, who cared about me, was gone forever. A week after his death, was when his funeral was held. 

Papa was beloved in town. He was an upstanding citizen who loved to help people. Never failed to put a smile on everyone's face, so it wasn't a surprise that so many people had shown up. I can't remember a single person there that day besides my teacher, but I remember the heavy feeling in my gut each time they looked at me in pity. Whispering to one another how dreadful it was for me to lose my father so young, all while I was still in earshot. Others, the more superstitious, whispered how it was my fault, that I must have been a bad omen. My teacher led me away shortly after the comments started getting out of hand. Only when I got home did I finally cry, finally began to fully grieve his death. For the first time in years, I was alone again. I didn't leave his room for a good few days. Soaking his pillows with my tears, I eventually believed those comments were accurate. Everyone at school believed it, after all, which only worsened the bullying.

Back to the present, and out of my depressing thoughts, I set down the groceries I had bought in town by the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I dug around in my pockets for my house key before opening the door. I crouched down to pick up the groceries before entering the cabin. "Papa...I'm home," I called out into the empty house as I closed the door behind me and locked it. Moving into the kitchen, I set the groceries down on the counter. I heard tiny footsteps and smiled softly as I turned around."Yes, yes, I'm home, Rose."

A few feet away was a pure white angora cat with heterochromatic eyes. The cat's eyes were blue and yellow, which reminded me of jewels. As I often shortened it, Primrose, or Rose, appeared shortly after Papa died. It was about a month after the funeral, if I remember correctly. But I could remember the night Rose came into my life so clearly.

After another long day at school, I only wanted to cry in Papa's room. Middle School was already hard to get through with all the bullying; now that Papa was gone, it felt more like I was trapped in hell. I set my backpack by the sofa before returning to Papa's room. I collapsed onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. It wasn't long before the tears began to fall from my face.

Every time I cried over Papa, it felt like another part of me was dying. How could humans even handle emotions like this? Doesn't it just eat them from the inside out? My arms wrapped around his pillow in a vice. Holding it tighter and tighter with every wail that left my mouth. The pain in my heart was unbearable. The moon shone through the window onto my form, and at that moment, it felt like I was being set on fire. I didn't want the light on me. I didn't deserve it. Not after everything I've cau-

A drawn-out mewl from the window snapped me out of my thoughts. The sudden sound caught me off guard, and I sat up, forgetting my grief only for a moment. A pure white cat with a slightly fluffy mane was on the window sill. The cat's eyes shun like jewels against the moonlight, and my eyes widened at seeing its eyes being two different colors. Its left eye was a beautiful honey color, and its right eye was a light blue. All things considered, it was a beautiful cat.

Before I could speak, the cat jumped onto the bed, startling me further. It walked over, unafraid, and laid down in my lap. It looked up at me and stared. Despite my initial shock, a soft, somber smile graces my lips. "Are you all alone too?" I wiped my tears and gently petted the cat on the head; in response, the cat meowed back as if in reply. "what's your name?" I looked the cat over. "It looks like you don't have an owner..you must really be all alone.." I looked that cat over, "I think..I'll call you Primrose."

Primrose tilted her head slightly, looking at me with curiosity. I shook my head, 'I've done enough reminiscing for one day.' I crouched down and petted her. "Yes, I know, you're hungry. Don't worry; I got you your fancy tuna." A soft laugh left my lips as I rummaged through the plastic bags and got out a can of tuna. The only brand that Rose will eat is an expensive one, but I can't bring myself to not buy it for her. Rose helped me through a lot of the heartbreak of losing my Papa. Now, as a Fourth-year in high school, Primrose remains my one and only friend.

I opened a drawer and got out the can opener. I opened the can and set it on the counter for Primrose to enjoy. After feeding my feline companion, I got to work on putting away the groceries. "Did you behave while I was away at school today?" I said as I looked over my shoulder and put some food in the fridge. Primrose, in response, looked away from me. Being an expressive cat, I could tell she was offended. "Oh, come on, you know I'm only kidding."

I threw away the plastic bags along with the now-empty tuna can. "Come on, Rose..let's say hello to Papa." We walked down the hall to a room adjacent to mine, and I opened the door. Across the room was a small shrine. I sat on the pillow in front of it and looked at the picture of my Papa. He was just getting into his thirties when he died, which came with the light facial hair he had started to grow. He had shaggy hair and eyes that always reminded me of honey. The highlight of the old picture was his bright, warm smile. One that barely ever left his face. One that I was so used to seeing.

I lit the incense on the shrine and clasped my hands together. "Hey Papa, school was okay today. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either." My eyes closed as I thought about my Papa. "My grades are doing good. I've been studying really hard as of late." My eyelids fluttered open as my eyes made contact with the eyes in the picture. I missed hearing his voice, feeling his warmth whenever he hugged me, and laughing at his cheesy jokes.

"I...I've been thinking about the past a lot today.." I couldn't look at his face anymore, and I looked down. "I'm...so sorry that I never told you...I hope you can forgive me from where you are in heaven..or wherever you are." I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks as my hands fell to my sides, forming into fists as I dug my nails into my palms. "Would you still consider me your daughter if you knew what I am? Would you still call me your little Hana, knowing what my kind does to humans?" 

I felt like I couldn't breathe as I fell to my hands and knees and watched the tears fell onto the hardwood floor. "No matter how much I think about it, the guilt keeps eating away at my soul. Was I really the cause of your death? Did I doom you?" I jolted upward with a slight yelp as Primrose sunk her teeth into my arms."Ow! Rose, why did you-" I stopped as I noticed the distress in Primrose's eyes. I took deep breaths before letting out a long sigh as a half-hearted smile graced my lips."Thank you, Rose. I had another episode, didn't I?"

Primrose nuzzled her head against my arm and walked toward the door. My smile faded into something softer as I got up, glancing at my father's portrait. "I'll see you again tomorrow, Papa." I left the room with Primrose and closed the door behind me. "What would I do without you? You might as well be my emotional support animal at this rate." I watched Primrose walk toward my room, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Right, you need your beauty sleep." I stretched my back before rubbing where Rose had bit my arm. "She bit me hard. Even left a mark, fun."

I decided that I was just going to skip dinner tonight and go back outside for a walk in the forest. So I headed for the door, unlocked it, and stepped outside. It was almost nighttime, and the sun was just about to set. My head tilted toward the sky to absorb the colors cast over it. 'It should be that time of day, right?' With that thought, I headed back down the path. Just up ahead was my destination, a small bridge that crossed over a river.

From what my Papa told me, this bridge was constructed years ago, and when the builders were grabbing stones to make up the bridge, they somehow found a big piece of emerald caked in dirt. Over the years, the dirt fell away because of rain, and the emerald was eventually revealed. Sadly, the townsfolk couldn't get it out because of where it was located on the bridge since the wall would have to be broken. Around this time of day, because of the angle it had been placed in the bridge, only during this time, when the sun started to set, did the sun's light shine through the emerald perfectly and make a beautiful design on the river's surface. Some myth was also connected to the bridge, but I can't remember it.

I stopped beside the emerald in the bridge and looked over the railing. On most days, it cast a nice green glow on the ripples of the water. Yet, today, it seemed to not be the case as the water almost had a red look. I rubbed my eyes several times to ensure I wasn't seeing things. 'That's never happened before. Is there dirt on it?' I peeked on the other side of the emerald gemstone and saw nothing. "Maybe it's a little early?" I whispered to myself softly before I took a deep breath. 'Something about this situation doesn't sit right with me.'

I shook my head and turned around. The last thing I wanted was to come face to face with another cursed spirit because I was stressing over a weird bridge. I headed back inside, locked the door, and headed down the hall and into my room. Primrose was lying on my bed, sleeping soundly. I crawled into bed, trying not to disturb her. "Good night, Rose." I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.

Underneath the river's waters lay a plaque, long forgotten. Words carved into it told a small tale of the bridge. "Beware thy soul who views the river red, For soon a terrible fate lies ahead. When visiting the gem of the river so fair, Pray your fate isn't worse than death, beware!"

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[writersgarden]

swimming lessons | e.m

summary - reader teaches eddie how to swim (5k)

no tws! please note, this is fem!reader x eddie but there are physical descriptions. (i find it very difficult to write without physical descriptions, that is why this is originally eddie x oc but altered for more people to enjoy!)

author’s notes - it’s been a year since i posted my writing online and even longer since i finished anything. i’m trying very hard to get back into writing because i completely lost any ability to for a long while because of how busy my life had gotten. my life has finally finally calmed down again so i can pour more time and energy into growing as a writer! i cross-post on ao3 as @fleursamour where i write eddie x oc. that said, hope you enjoy! 

The summer of ’86 had broken the heat record and there were still four weeks of summer vacation left. The Starcourt Mall’s remains still stood in the middle of the town but people were too hot to care for it which was a small victory in the grand scheme of things. The less people asked questions, the less Y/N felt the need to look over her shoulder and expect angry Russians to point a gun at her. 

Instead, Y/N waded through the mass of people heading to the swimming pool, dodging children in their bright bathing suits and matching floaties and impatient moms who just wanted to lay by the side of the pool and read their over-the-counter romance novels while their children tried to drown each other in the water. 

Little drops of sweat formed at the base of her neck and rolled down as she moved against the crowd, heading in the opposite direction. She licked her dry lips and walked a little faster until finally: air. 

Y/N sighed as she sucked in some fresh air, the chattering and loud laughter moving away and away until they finally faded into nothing. 

Dressed in her classic red bathing suit with white rims and jeans-shorts, Y/N walked until the granite streets turned into the uneven ground of the forest. Y/N clung to her duffle bag as she moved, bypassing a fallen tree trunk, until she finally reached the trailer park which held the trailer of one Eddie Munson. 

Perhaps their friendship was an unconventional one. Y/N was a cheerleader, head cheerleader to be exact, and Eddie… Eddie was called ‘The Freak’ on a good day, never mind the bad days. A Dungeon Master with a passion for playing the guitar and a rock-and-roll style having a friendship with a preppy cheerleader from the suburbs who spent her days reading and writing stories about people falling in love? It was unheard of. 

And yet…

And yet, they bonded very quickly after being assigned a project in History, a subject Y/N was exceptionally good at. They worked together for six long weeks; dividing their time between the Wheeler house and Eddie’s trailer and ended up with the highest grade in their class, though Y/N figured they would’ve still become close friends if it wasn’t for the grade. Between sticky fingers from glueing their cardboard presentation board and long breaks sitting on the porch or in the grass just talking, Y/N and Eddie realised they were two creative minds who simply worked together. 

Once the project was done, Y/N broke the news to Mike that yes, she might have stolen his new idol as her friend, and joined the D&D club, though not fully. Y/N still wasn’t keen on playing D&D, the long hours of it making her feel antsy, but she worked together with Eddie to compose great stories for the boys to act out and Eddie made a pink Hellfire shirt, just for her.  

They still talked, about everything and nothing. Y/N didn’t quite understand why but everything felt easy between them. Eddie was the one person she could tell everything to without fearing he would judge her because he was Eddie and Eddie was kind and understood.

And now she was standing in front of his trailer, hand raised to knock on the metal door. Y/N only had to worry for a second about burning her fingers when the door swung open and strong arms wrapped around her body.

Eddie lifted her clean off the ground, swinging her around like a rag-doll. For a nerd, Eddie was strong. Y/N would’ve never expected it but it only took a glance at Eddie’s rolled-up sleeves which revealed his veined forearms and that one time he wore a T-shirt while sitting next to her in her mom’s canopy, drinking overly sweet iced tea as they poured over the next campaign for Y/N to know he could snap her like a twig.

“Good morning to you too, Eds,” Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her own arms around his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut. He smelled of cheap cologne and weed, a scent that had become so familiar to her that she dreamt of it sometimes. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone but her diary.

Eddie pulled back a little to look at Y/N with twinkling brown eyes and a sweet smile. “Hey there! Fancy meeting you here, doll.”

“Ready for our swimming lessons?”

Y/N could tell from the look on Eddie’s face that he was most definitely not. For a guy who always tried to play it cool and distract people with his humour, his eyes spoke words his lips never would. Y/N read him easily, perhaps too easily. When did they get this familiar with each other?

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” Y/N added, her voice honeyed as she rubbed a hand over Eddie’s bicep. He was still holding on to her, feet dangling uselessly above the ground. “I won’t let you drown.”

Eddie set Y/N down and stepped back, looking over her body slowly, from her wiggling toes in her white sneakers, to the miles of olive skin that stretched over her legs, to her tight jean-shorts and even tighter bathing suit, up to her face, and then back again. “You are going to rescue me if I go under?” Eddie dramatically sunk to his knees and sprawled on his back, head lolling to the side. “I’ll be dead in a minute.”

“Prick!” Y/N exclaimed with a laugh and dropped next to Eddie, holding her hands above his heart. “I could drag you back to land if it was a dire situation like drowning. You know how people have those strength-spells because of adrenaline?” Y/N smirked then, pushing against Eddie’s chest once where his heart resided, still beating as strongly as ever. “Besides, I know CPR.”

“CPR comes with more than just getting my heart working,” Eddie teased, pursing his lips. “Do y’know how to do this too, princess?”

Y/N pushed Eddie’s face away with a scoff. “Matter of fact, I do! But if you were really in need of air, you wouldn’t make kissy faces like that.”

Eddie suddenly lunged for Y/N and turned them around which was followed by an undignified squeal from Y/N and a loud laugh from Eddie who now hung above her with a sly smirk on his lips. The shadow he cast over Y/N protected her from the sun and gave her some much-needed cooling down which was promptly heated up again by Eddie lowering himself until he was only a hair away from lying down on her fully, his forearm coming to rest next to her head, his other arm holding her hip.

His touch was searing hot and it took Y/N everything not to blush.

It didn’t work.

But, if Eddie were to ask after the blush, she would lie and say it came from the sun. Y/N did always strategically burn along her nose and over the sides of her cheeks.

“What would I need to do then to get mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?” Eddie asked innocently, squeezing Y/N’s hip with his ring-clad fingers. His hand was big on her frame and Y/N was a little too aware of it. 

“Drown,” Y/N deadpanned.

Eddie tilted his head before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?!”

If people hadn’t been awake already, Y/N’s screech would’ve woken the entire trailer park.

Eddie let out a short laugh and leaned closer until Y/N was struggling to breathe. “Yes, doll. Okay. If that’s what it takes, I’ll drown.”

Y/N mentally noted down this entire conversation to use later in her still-unfinished romance novel. It wouldn’t be the first time Y/N had taken an example from her real-life conversations with Eddie to use for her stories. Eddie was just a walking romance novel hero, she couldn’t help that either.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Hey, kids!”

Eddie quickly rolled off Y/N and helped her up, just in time for his uncle Wayne to open the door to their trailer and peer down at them knowingly. “Thought you were headin’ to the lake?”

“We were, Uncle, just got held up.” Eddie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Y/N here was distracting me but we’ll be on our way now.”

Eddie threw a wink Y/N’s way which was met with yet another one of her blushes. Y/N tried to blame being on the shyer side for her scarlet cheeks, or even just Eddie being a menace to society and the entire female population but she secretly knew there was more to it. And yet, the admittance of something like being in love with your best friend was more than Y/N could handle, even if it was only to herself.

So, she pushed Eddie’s arm off which found its way around her waist instead and avoided Uncle Wayne’s eyes.

“Let’s go then,” Eddie grinned wolfishly, steering Y/N away from the trailer and Uncle Wayne and towards the lake which laid only a few minutes walk away. “The faster we get there, the sooner you save my life.”

“Wasn’t funny the first time, isn’t funny now.”

Y/N held a very real fear that Eddie was actually going to drown and there was nothing she could do. Eddie stood at a whopping 5 feet 10 which towered at least 7 inches above her. He wasn’t scrawny either, if the twirls from before were anything to go by, and Y/N realised that if Eddie went under, there wasn’t much she could do.

Eddie, noticing Y/N’s stiff posture and restless hands, squeezed her hip sweetly. “Not gonna drown on you, sweetness. I wouldn’t do that to you. I know you worry too much.”

“I worry just the right amount, thank you very much,” Y/N replied with an edge to her voice before she softened. “Don’t wanna lose you, Eds.”

The hand around her waist moved up until Eddie reached the underside of her breast. Y/N held her breath. It, thankfully and sadly, moved up her arm instead and towards her head where Eddie’s big hand laid, covering a big part of her ear, and pulled her in. Y/N’s head came to lay against his broad chest, her arms fitting nicely around his waist and though them walking like this was quite uncomfortable, Y/N relished in the closeness of their bodies.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Eddie promised. His hand brushed through her hair and Y/N prayed he wouldn’t see the goosebumps he ignited from his mere touch alone. “You’re stuck with me, doll. Get used to it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Through the trees, the glittering of water became more and more visible until there was nothing obstructing their view of the lake stretching out over the horizon, gentle waves rippling. Evergreen trees stood at the sides, stretching up to the sky. Y/N took a deep breath and inhaled the gentle scent of salt and earth. 

“We need more sunblock,” she mumbled, reaching for the bottle in her duffle bag. She promptly ignored Eddie’s small huff ‘Of course, she brought goddamn sunblock’ and turned to him with the white cream coating her palm. “Come ‘ere.”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Eddie grumbled, stumbling back a few steps with his hands outstretched. “I’m too metal for sunblock.”

“You’d rather risk walking around like a lobster?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raised inquisitively. “It’s not very metal to waddle around, shithead.”

Eddie considered her for a moment and, with another grumble, tore off his shirt and…

Oh.

The sight before her was a work of art: muscles rippling over pale skin, a few scattered moles that made up a constellation she longed to trace with the tip of her forefinger. Eddie approached her as Y/N focused on his tattoos, wondering how many more he would get and if there would ever be one for her. Tuffs of chest hair moved tantalisingly down, disappearing underneath his swimming shorts and Y/N had to look away.

Eddie bent down then until they were on eye level, a small smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll only wear sunblock if it’s you putting it on.”

Did he flirt with her just to embarrass her or was there more behind his words? Y/N couldn’t figure it out. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t acted on anything so far even though she definitely had opportunities to.

“Fine, you big baby,” Y/N managed to utter, saving herself from complete embarrassment. Bless her brain for letting her come up with something in response and play it semi-cool. Though, Eddie’s intense gaze that wouldn’t leave her made Y/N wonder if he had easily read her and just let her off the hook this time. 

Y/N couldn’t think about it too much and decided to be grateful for small miracles instead. 

Y/N stepped forward, her hands slick with sunblock, and hesitantly laid them upon Eddie's warm shoulders. His feverish gaze made her heart skip a beat, but she focused on rubbing the lotion into his skin - starting with his shoulders and working her way down his arms. She had to pour more sunblock on her hands to cover his chest too. Her hands moved quicker and quicker the more she went down. Y/N didn’t dare to get close to his swimming shorts so she made him turn around instead, ignoring his comment about him getting a sunburn on the lower half of his abdomen. 

His back had tattoos Y/N hadn’t seen before. She traced the large dragon that spanned most of his spine and its wings that moved with his shoulder muscles reverently. “It’s beautiful, Eds.”

“Thank you,” he answered. Something in his voice sounded as though he had wanted to say something else.

Y/N finished with Eddie’s face, covering it with the cream in gentle strokes. Her hand lingered on his cheek ever so briefly but the intensity of Eddie’s gaze made her move further up to his forehead which she had to reach by standing on her tippy toes and sweetly moving his hair out of the way.

Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist when she almost fell from her tippy toes which pushed them chest to chest. Y/N wondered if he could feel her curves against him but if he did, Eddie didn’t say anything.

With gentle strokes, Y/N finished applying cream to Eddie's face, her hand lingering on his cheek ever so briefly before the intensity of his gaze urged her to move on. Standing on her tippy toes, she sweetly moved his hair out of the way to reach his forehead.

When Y/N lost her balance, Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest. She wondered if Eddie could feel her curves against him, but if he did, he didn’t mention it.

Once Eddie was covered in sunblock, Eddie turned to Y/N and nodded at her shorts. “Don’t you need sunblock as well?”

“Oh… Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N bit her lip and wiggled out of her shorts, pretending she didn’t see Eddie staring at her, a flush on his face Y/N blamed the sun for. “I can do it myself, though. Because I’m not a big, pouty baby.”

“Allow me to help you anyways, princess?” Eddie replied, ignoring her big baby comment which made the air feel thicker around them.

Eddie even bowed before her like she was truly a princess and he, her loyal servant. 

It took Y/N two swallows to answer.

“Okay.”

It came out strained, barely audible, but Eddie immediately sunk to his knees before her as though she had shouted it from the rooftops and Y/N had trouble not imagining him doing this in different situations. Then Eddie dared to look up at her from beneath those long eyelashes and Y/N genuinely thought she had a sunstroke with how woozy she felt. 

“Sunblock?”

“What?” Y/N answered dumbly, not able to look away from the way Eddie blinked up at her, brown eyes sparkling warmly in the sun. He licked his lips and then grinned, shaking his head.

“The sunblock, Y/N.” Eddie stuck out his hand. “I’m good with touching you without, but I don’t think you would allow me.”

You truly have no idea, do you?

“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Y/N chuckled nervously and nearly dropped the sunblock as she fumbled to get it out of her duffle bag once more, laying it in Eddie’s hand who uncapped the bottle, squirted the cream into his hands and then they were on her leg.

From her ankle, up her calve and to her thigh which easily fit between his hands. He didn’t just rub the sunblock in but kneaded which made Y/N jerk every time, ignoring the tension in her lower tummy, the warmth that coursed through her body.

Eddie’s hands were wanderers, seemingly tracking along her body as though they would find something new if they only searched well enough. Y/N would have thought this was Eddie’s first time touching a girl if she didn’t know better.

 His hands moved up her hips, over the dips of her waist and up again to her ribs. With the bodysuit Y/N was wearing, she could only feel fabric, but to her, it almost felt as though he was rubbing over bare skin and Y/N was on fire.

Finally, he moved up her arms, to her shoulders and oh so gently shifted to her collarbones, massaging her. Y/N let out an involuntary sigh and closed her eyes, allowing her to enjoy his touches for this moment and this moment alone. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself, what if she fell even harder and there was no turning back?

Eddie rubbed the cream into her neck with such gentle moves, such precision, Y/N wondered if he thought of her as delicate. Eddie was all dramatic falls and hard hits on the D&D board and excited screams and running and climbing and yet he was touching her as if one too-hard touch would shatter her in his hands. Y/N liked it, liked feeling fragile and breakable, liked that Eddie showed her more care than anyone ever had. 

His hands came to lay over her cheeks and Y/N finally blinked her eyes open again. She hadn’t even noticed Eddie had moved this close but there he was, towering above her once more. If she moved her face upwards their noses would brush with the way he was bent down slightly. Y/N felt the great urge to and for a moment, Y/N wondered if Eddie was coming closer, leaning in or if it was just her imagination. 

And then the warm touches were gone and Y/N suddenly felt cold despite the blistering heat bearing down on her. Eddie had taken a few steps back, throwing the sunblock in the grass.

“Ready to go then?” Eddie asked, his face crumpling in confusion when Y/N held up her hand as a ‘wait, please’ signal. With trembling fingers, Y/N took out a portable radio, suddenly feeling stupid for bringing it. 

“Ehm… I just thought… Maybe you would feel a little better with music? I even checked the channels and there was one with like metal songs and rock and roll and stuff and it’s… It’s really stupid, I’m sorry. I just- I shouldn’t’ve…”

Eddie took two long strides and then he had her chin in his hand, tilting it up so Y/N was forced to look up at him. “You’re an angel and I don’t deserve you.” Eddie promptly leaned down and kissed her cheek.

The butterflies raged long after the radio was placed in the grass and they were standing at the edge of the water, Eddie’s hand a clamp around Y/N’s. 

“We’ll take it slow,” Y/N said soothingly, laying her free hand over Eddie’s. “We’re doing this at your pace.”

The sun made her skin prickle pleasantly, though her nose was already starting to burn despite the sunblock. The top of Y/N’s dark chocolate hair felt hot, almost unbearably so, but the sweet relief of the lake laid before her and it wouldn’t be long before she was allowed to dunk her head under and cool off again.

Y/N threw Eddie a sideways glance. His hair was kept up with one of her scrunchies, one she would most likely never see again. Eddie looked unfairly good with his hair up. Maybe she could convince him to get some earrings… He would look-

Okay, no. 

Focus.

“Maybe we should sit on the side first?” Eddie croaked, his entire body shaking as he stared down at the water. Y/N immediately nodded and moved to sit down with Eddie who followed, oh so slowly. 

“Better?”

Eddie nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Better.”

“Remember what I said? Paddle with your legs to stay upright and to swim you move your arms and legs in circles. If you turn on your back you will float.”

His mouth moved as though he was repeating the words back to himself and then gave her an almost imperceptible nod. “I’m ready.”

Y/N grinned and held Eddie’s hand the entire way down. She would hold his hand through anything.

The shock of the cold water made Y/N freeze briefly, remembering to paddle her legs when her chin went under. 

“Hey!” Eddie exclaimed. “Don’t go drowning on me now, doll. I need you here.”

Y/N turned to Eddie and reached out with her other hand, laughing softly. “You’re doing so well, though! I don’t think you need me as much as you think you do.”

“Don’t think there will ever be a second I don’t need you,” Eddie mumbled back and squeezed her hands gently. 

With some fumbling and a few exclaims, Eddie was paddling like a pro and could even swim a circle around Y/N which made her cheer so loudly a few birds flew away with affronted caws. 

Eddie swam around her again, his hands gliding through the water with effortless grace. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how naked his hands looked without his rings, without the chains around his wrists. Vulnerability seeped through the cracks of his carefully crafted image. He was stripped bare before her, revealing not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson or Eddie the Dungeon Master or even Eddie the Senior Year Repeater, but just Eddie Munson, the boy Y/N had fallen in love with.

It was a privilege to see him like this.

Had others?

Doubtfully.

Eddie got around, he really did, but when Y/N pictured Eddie in bed with other girls, bearing the sting of the thought, she couldn’t imagine him as exposed and raw as he was now. He always wore his rings and the chains around his wrists and the guitar pick around his neck. It was part of what made him attractive, to Y/N as well. But it wasn’t all that made him attractive. What made him attractive was his excited yells as he swam faster than he had before, without nearly going underwater this time. What made him attractive was the blinding smile he shot at Y/N, all boyish and broad. What made him attractive was the way he came up behind her and hooked his head over her shoulder. 

“You’re in your head again,” he noted, non-accusatory as always. “Come back to me, doll.”

“I’m here,” Y/N smiled and turned quickly, daring to wrap her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “My legs are just tired, that’s all.”

It wasn’t even a lie. Now that she said it, her legs truly did feel heavy, her muscles aching from overuse.

Eddie looked down as though he could see the exhaustion in Y/N’s legs. He nodded once and placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to hook her legs around his hips, holding her close as he paddled his legs just as Y/N taught him.

Y/N sighed gratefully and laid her cheek on his shoulder, breathing in the washed-out smell of that cheap cologne he always wore. It had been altered, smelled even more alcoholic now, but Y/N pushed in closer anyways. 

His skin was sun-warmed, a curl tickled her nose, and their bodies stuck together from the heat. 

Y/N had never felt happier than she did now.

“Comfy?” Eddie asked, his voice amused. Y/N could imagine his eyes twinkling as he said it.

“So comfy,” Y/N slurred, her eyes drooping. 

God, she could fall asleep like this. 

Eddie’s wet hand moved to the back of her head, holding her steady. “Go sleep, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

Y/N nodded and fell asleep with a smile and a lasting thought: That was a new one.

The sun was setting when she woke up. Her back was marked with indents of the grass she had been laying on. Her body was already dry, save for her bathing suit which always took ages to dry up. Y/N yawned and turned, smiling at Eddie who was already looking at her — eyes squinted, nose scrunched adorably at the moving sun that shone in his eyes. 

“Good morning, princess,” Eddie greeted her, scooting closer until their arms brushed. Every hair on Y/N’s body stood on end, goosebumps rippling over her skin again. Eddie stopped pretending he didn’t see and traced the outline of them instead.

“You could’ve woken-“

Eddie shook his head, fingers dancing up and down her arm. “You were looking so peaceful.”

Eddie swallowed then and moved even closer. “You’re beautiful. Couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”

The blush that had finally faded after hours of being under Eddie’s ministrations returned again. 

Eddie sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“You’ll kill me one day, doll. And it will be goddamn worth it.”

Y/N laughed nervously, shaking her head, droplets of water falling left behind by her shifting hair. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Why not?” Eddie moved impossibly closer, their noses brushing together.

“We’re friends.”

“Keep talking,” Eddie whispered, his hand moving up to lay over her cheek. 

Y/N couldn’t focus, not with the way Eddie was looking at her — as though he held the world in the palm of his hand. It was too great to bear.

“I refuse to be one of the girls you fuck then throw away.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled in amusement. “Shut up.”

“Wh-“

“Shut. Up. Y/N.”

And then he kissed her, deep, unhurried. His tongue brushed the roof of her mouth and the sound Y/N let out pushed him closer until he was rolling on top of her, one hand moving to brace the back of her head, the other enfolding her hip. His leg fitted perfectly between her own. 

Pulling back, Eddie moved his hand until he was cradling her cheek once more, swiping under her eye. “You’re not one of the girls ‘I fuck then throw away’,” Eddie said, enunciating the last part. “You would never be.”

“So what then,” Y/N asked, licking her lips and this time, Eddie looked down at her lips unabashedly. A complicated expression flickered on his face before it lit up as though he just remembered he could kiss her, he already had before. 

Eddie kissed her once, twice, a third time. 

“You’re everything,” Eddie whispered against her lips. “You’re my everything. I want you to be my- I mean… You already are my everything but I want you…” Eddie cleared his throat. “What I’m saying is, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours, if you'll let me.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled him closer. Her leg hooked over his hip and nodded, lips slanting over Eddie in lieu of an answer. She understood what he meant and he understood what she meant without too many words.

“I didn’t even have to fake drowning,” Eddie said once he pulled back with wonder in his voice and stars in his eyes.

“Shut up, Eddie,” Y/N told him this time and kissed him again until he couldn’t breathe. She would show him a different kind of drowning, one all-consuming and way better than what the water could do for him.

That was the summer the infamous relationship between Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson started. There would be many more summers after, but this one, the hottest summer of ’86, was by far the most memorable.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson one shot #*mine

[defectivevillain]

too close to the stars

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him 

Summary: You return from your recent mission, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed. The Jedi Council seems to have other plans for you, however, as they summon you to report on your assignment. You do so, despite your energy slowly beginning to fade. No one on the Council seems to notice. No one except Obi-Wan, your teacher. 

You take a deep breath, struggling to even remain standing. Admittedly, it’s been a rather long few days. It certainly doesn’t help that, the moment you get back from your assignment, you’re immediately summoned to present your findings to the Jedi Council. Your mission was rather simple, which is how you suspect you got assigned to it. After all, you’re still an apprentice. You’ve trained under Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi’s guidance for a few months now, but you’re still not quite a full Jedi. 

“Enter, young Padawan.” 

You resist an eye roll at the title. Ordinarily, you’d have a witty remark on the tip of your tongue, but today you don’t really have the energy. You haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in quite a few days, not to mention the rather... interesting events that transpired during your mission. These thoughts tumble through your mind as you walk into the Council’s chamber. The moment you step into the space, everyone falls silent. You resolutely keep your gaze focused on the ground. 

“Please report on your mission.” Well, right to business, then. You tell them of your assignment, of your encounter with a few rogues that you suspect to be allies to the Dark Side, and your rather complex return. The room is entirely silent as you explain how you were pursued through most of your journey home. Luckily, you’re a decent enough pilot and you managed to lose your tail. You say as much, but a strange huffing sound interrupts you. 

“Did I not say to contact me, if you were in peril?” It’s Obi-Wan of all people that breaks the tense silence stretching across the room. You turn to the side, only to find that your teacher is already staring at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks considerably troubled. 

“Yes, but-” you try to say, only to be interrupted once more.  

“Yet you did not do so,” Obi-Wan says, his arms crossed over his chest. He almost looks indignant, and you can only wonder what has caused him to look so irritated. There’s a response on the tip of your tongue when you hear someone clear their throat awkwardly. You turn to the side to see Mace Windu looking between you and Obi-wan, an unreadable expression on his face. The Jedi has always been hard to pin down, in your opinion, and now you can’t help but wish you could understand the knowing gleam in his eyes. 

“I believe we have discussed everything pertinent,” Windu announces, looking to his left and right for confirmation. The other Council members nod in agreement and he continues to speak. “Thank you. This meeting is adjourned.”

The Council members file out of the room, evidently having finished their business. You waver in your position at the center for a moment before turning to walk away. You’re not quite sure what you’re going to do now. The Council hadn’t given you a new mission. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the footsteps behind you growing faster until there’s a sudden grip on your shoulder. 

“It appears my Padawan thinks he knows better than me,” Obi-Wan remarks. You turn around, blinking at him in surprise. How did he sneak up on you? You must have been zoned out. It takes you more than a moment to process his remark, but when you do, you immediately stiffen. 

“What do you mean, Master?” You wince at the way your voice slightly wavers. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your teacher squints at you. 

“You’re injured,” Obi-Wan says, raising an eyebrow as if challenging you to argue. You take the invitation. 

“I’m fine,” you roll your eyes, stretching your arms in a rather pathetic attempt at both remaining causal and proving that you’re fine. The effort doesn’t quite work as you intend, because the movement makes your vision go out for a startling moment, blinding you to the world around you. You stumble on your feet, thrown by the sudden- albeit brief- blurring of your vision. It takes your vision a bit longer than normal to correct itself, and even when it does, you still feel your balance wavering. You stumble to the side and hit the wall at your side, wincing as pain shoots through you. There’s a grip on your elbow, firm but reassuring. The look leveled at you isn’t as warm and reassuring, however. 

“I know my apprentice,” Obi-Wan asserts, staring at you so intensely that you’re not sure if he’s even remembering to blink. His hand falls to his side, but his gaze refuses to leave you. 

“I’m fine,” you repeat, trying to break away from him and continue walking. Your effort doesn’t quite work, because you can barely make it a few more steps without your legs giving out. Before you can fear a collision with the ground, Obi-Wan is at your side, a hand on your forearm and another on your back. 

“Master-”

“Enough,” Obi-Wan argues, his voice cold. You flinch at the sudden change in tone. He sighs at this, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m taking you to the medcenter.”

You can’t find the energy to resist, especially as all the adrenaline you had before the Council’s meeting is steadily seeping out of your body. Obi-Wan leads you down the hallway, his gaze burning into the side of your face. You can’t bear to make eye contact, so instead you grit your teeth and try your best not to fall to the floor. 

The rest of the walk passes in somewhat of a haze. You’re not quite sure what happens, because you seem to just blink and suddenly you’re reclined back on a bed. You blink the tears out of your eyes at the bright lighting throughout the room. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are, how you got there. The moment you do, you shoot up to a sitting position. At least, you try to, only for Obi-Wan to immediately push you back down. 

“Stay,” he orders, in an uncharacteristically demanding tone. You do just that, not wanting to anger him any further. For an immeasurable amount of time, you stew in the awkward tension that seems to settle around the two of you. You glance at your teacher out of the corner of your eye, only to find his knuckles tightening as he grips the railing of your bed. In a moment of sheer spontaneity, you place a hand over his. His head shoots up to look at you and, for an awful moment, you think your teacher will recoil in disgust. Instead, he simply smiles. It’s a smile you haven’t seen him wear before- soft and fond. A sudden burning feeling in the back of your throat, you let your head fall back to the pillow as your eyes begin to fall shut of their own accord.  

an extra lil snippet + endnotes below!

“You’re too close to him,” Mace says, looking at him sternly.

Obi-Wan doesn’t need to ask about who the Jedi is referring to. He resists the urge to sigh. “He is my apprentice,” Obi-Wan maintains. For a few seconds, Mace is entirely silent. There’s a small tick to his eyebrow that suggests that this won’t be the last time they have this conversation.

“See that you keep it that way,” Mace remarks before walking away.

I love the idea of Mace Windu catching on and ending the meeting. I know that, realistically speaking, the Jedi Code forbids romantic relationships... Still, this is an x reader fic, so... Ah well. 

Anyways. I kind of struggled to find a way for Obi-Wan to address the reader. I hate when writers use “Y/N” in their writing- I’ve never written like that and I never will, lol. Still, I wanted it to be more authentic. “My Padawan,” is the best I could come up with. It sounds a little stiff, but Obi-Wan is a little stiff and formal himself so I think it works out. 

obi wan.... *sighs dreamily*

#star wars #Star Wars x reader #Star Wars x male reader #obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male y/n #yuhhh

[miss-celestia13]

Watch the Bed Burn

JakexMC One Shot Smutty Fun

Words: 4.1k

Hi! It’s me again! The one trick smut pony. More smut. More outtakes you can read with no knowledge of my story. However, I have rewritten much of this. This was originally the “big” moment between them. But Manon had other ideas when I began writing the story in order. So I have this to share!

There is a little bit of scene-setting at the beginning, then we get to the fun stuff. I had to write more to make it work as a One Shot. I’m so glad I can use it somewhere! I hope you enjoy. This will be the last for a while, I have to finish the main story before I’m 40! ❤️

Manon

Her heart usually kept a steady rhythm. Danger, violence, and death, she could face all three without a second thought. But standing in that motel bathroom, steam-covered mirror blurring her overbright eyes until she swiped a hand over it, she felt her heart rattling against her ribs as it raced ahead of her tangled thoughts. Jake was on the other side of the paper-thin wall, in her bed, and she was very aware of how little she wore. Nought but a silk robe that skimmed her thighs cloaked her, and she realized she was nervous. Nervous to unlock the bathroom door and walk out to face him again.

It had taken a lot of convincing to bring him back here, and now that he was, she didn’t want to pretend she was his friend when she wanted so much more than that. She’d looked at him in the harsh light of her phone’s torch the night before and knew he would either be the best thing she’d ever tasted or a pretty poison, killing her slowly. She was enough of a masochist to know the pain would feel like heaven. There was something between them; the late-night chats they’d shared over the last few weeks had proven that, but in reality? She felt as if she were handling a livewire every time he came near, her body instinctively turning to his no matter where he was, and those eyes... those fucking eyes. All she wanted was to see them locked on her, changing from blue to black as lust took over.

The need ran under her skin like a current, filling her with restless energy she hadn’t experienced outside of a good fight, and it was thrilling. She knew he felt something too, saw it in his fisted hands whenever she invaded his personal space, the deep inhale he took as she brushed past him on the way to the shower. How his eyes seemed tuned to her already and tracked her every move until she was out of sight. Now they had to share a bed until the house was ready. They’d met only a day before, but time wasn’t on their side. She was determined to find out if their chemistry would fizzle out after or ignite a wildfire the likes of which Duskwood had never witnessed. No time like the present, Manon thought, drew a deep cleansing breath, steeled her spine, and strode for the door.

She almost jumped when she opened the door and found Jake standing there, hand raised to knock, and neither of them spoke as they took in the other. His eyes traveled over her diminutive form, from her braided hair to her bare feet. She realized too late that her damp skin had rendered the white robe covering her chest almost see-through as he cleared his throat and stared over the top of her head. Choking down a laugh, she broke the silence as he seemed determined to pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

“Is everything okay?” She asked innocently, forcing him to meet her gaze and smiling softly when he did.

He nodded, swallowing thickly before he said, “Yeah... I was going to check on you. You were in there a while.” He shrugged, lifting a hand to scratch at his neat beard.

“I see... Do you want to shower? There are more towels in there.” She said lightly to ease his nerves.

Jake only nodded, and she padded out of the doorway, laying a hand on his arm to ease past him as he still hadn’t moved. It felt like a static shock as their skin connected, and even he was wide-eyed as he blinked at her. She had nothing to say for once and was glad when he recovered and disappeared into the bathroom. Her breath whooshed from her as she went to the bed and plopped down. A recklessness she knew too well was settling within her. Her impulsive side wanted to snatch, tear and grab. Take what she wanted, and damn the consequences. The practical side wanted to wait and protect herself from possible hurt when the inevitable end came. She wasn’t made to be careful, though, and it was simple to ignore that whispering voice telling her to hold back.

She glanced around the room and noted his things neatly piled on the floor beside her chaotic mess of bags and clothes spilling from them. The shower turned off after five very long minutes, and she heard him curse, the sound shocking in the heavy silence of the room. Her heart was in her throat, blood roaring in her ears as the door unlocked, and he walked out wearing nothing but a towel slung low over his trim waist. Water droplets traversed the peaks and valleys of his broad, muscled chest, and her eyes were glued to it like it was the best show she’d ever seen. Gods help her. She was fucked. Hopefully in the way she liked, she would find out soon enough as he caught her staring and arched a thick brow.

“Did you forget to take a change of clothes in?” She teased despite the flush creeping up her neck and face.

He gave her a no-nonsense look that made her want to laugh.

“I can turn around. I won’t look... unless you want me to,” She smirked, noticing a small dark smudge on his forehead that he’d missed while he’d washed.

She was on her feet, moving toward him before her brain caught up, and she couldn’t remember deciding to move. He went still at her approach and didn’t flinch as she reached up to wipe the mark away, he hardly seemed to breathe, and it made her brave. Pushing up on her toes, she whispered, “There. You missed a spot.” Neither of them moved, staring at each other as time spun out like a reel of thread, and the heat pouring off him was enough to scald her as he leaned closer, eyes locked on her mouth. She wanted to kiss him and see how he’d react, but she’d bossed him around enough and refused to force him into something he didn’t want.

Everything in her screamed to touch him, but she slowly lowered her hand and made to turn away, knowing if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to resist testing his restraint. Regret hovered at the edges of her mind before she’d made a complete turn. She was already disparaging herself for daring to think this awkward, reclusive man would match the fantasy she had of him. Her heart stalled and picked up a marching beat as a large firm hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her to a stop, twisting her back to face him.

“And if I wanted you to look?” He rasped, his voice sounding rusty from lack of use or lust. She didn’t know for sure but felt it slip over her skin like dark magic, goosebumps scattering over her body in the wake of it.

Shaking off her surprise at his directness, she said, “I can’t promise I won’t do more than look...” She murmured, feeling drunk as his eyes darkened and a spark caught in their midnight depths, matching the one in her gaze.

The hand on her arm flexed, tugging her against him, and she wanted to melt into him.

“I don’t see the problem.” He said, and she could have punched the air but refrained. He needn’t know she was insane just yet.

Every sound was magnified as they waited for the other out. The quiet rumble of the next room’s TV and the slow drip from the bathroom tap crashed like cymbals through her ears. Every nerve was alight and primed for him, nipples hardening to stiff peaks as desire kindled low in her abdomen. She could’ve spent forever in that moment with him. She gave a slow blink, a challenge in her eyes as she stared up at him. Fortunately for her, his flaw of sensing emotions did not translate to the language of bodies, teeth, and tongues.

He crushed her against him, capturing her lips in his before she could brace herself. A tide of feeling and lust swamped her until she was drowning, but she’d never felt more alive as he breached her mouth and his tongue swept inside. A deep shuddering groan rippled through him as they tasted the other and liked what they found. It was a messy, clumsy thing that soon turned into a possession of her mouth so sweet and stirring she moaned as she threw her arms around his neck and rose up to get in closer, nipping at his bottom lip to make him tighten his grip on her and sighing into his mouth when he did.

Kissing was just the prelude to what she really wanted. Usually, she’d hurry it along, but this wasn’t just a necessary preliminary. No, this was something new, something she feared she’d become addicted to, like those besotted with alcohol or some other vice. Her fingers curled into his damp hair and pulled, smiling into the kiss when he grabbed handfuls of her ass, and she wriggled against the hard length of him trapped between their bodies. She was growing slick with every brush of his tongue and bruising press of his lips, wanting more, needing everything he could give her. The flick of his tongue in her mouth and the scratch of his beard on her blushing face was beyond everything she had dreamed up in her wandering mind all those times they’d danced around their growing attraction. He was backing them up to the bed, and she had no hesitations as she let him lower her onto the mattress and silently urged her to shimmy up so he could crawl over her.

They were panting, eyes hazed with smoke as desire took over. She nodded as he reached for the tie on her robe and clumsily undid the knot, letting it fall open and revealing all of her for his perusal. She searched for the usual insecurities whenever she found herself in this position and found none she wanted him to see. If the scars littering her body bothered him, he didn’t show it, and it only made her want him more. Her hands itched to touch him, and she gave in as he lowered his head to steal her breath before mouthing his way down her jaw and neck. Mapping the skin of his shoulders as he took tiny mouthfuls of her skin, sharp teeth making her jolt. She couldn’t believe her luck.

Hooking a leg around his hip, she arched and flattened her hands on his shoulders, pushing and surging up to roll them so she was on top. He’d lost the towel at some point. He gripped her hips as she moved in a slow slide of her slick folds against the rigid cock beneath her, chasing friction as his smothered desperate noises made the wetness between her legs turn to a flood. Somehow she found the strength to break free of his mouth and settled back on her haunches. Manon eyed him, her palms flat on his bare chest as she straddled him, his pretty eyes watched the sway of her breasts intently, and she wondered how long it had been since he’d had someone in his bed. Curiosity won out, and she had to ask, bending to tug at his earlobe with her teeth, drawing a hiss from him.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a woman touch you like this?”

 

She trailed her hand down the side of his face, his neck, wrapping it loosely around his throat as she nipped at his lips, her tongue darting inside to play with his when he allowed her inside, getting lost in the feel of him before pulling back to hear his answer. She gently scraped her nails down his chest, enjoying the play of muscles jumping under taught skin.

“A while.” His voice was husky and threaded with a familiar yearning, making her smile, satisfied.

“Good. I don’t like to share, Jake.”

He smirked, eyes hooded and focused solely on her, watching her revel in being in control, but it wasn’t to last. He flipped them, so quickly she squealed in surprise, purring when he settled on top of her, his hips cradled in hers, giving her the promise of friction. Her skin felt too tight, like she would burst if he didn’t touch her, anticipation making her tremble. He braced his arms at either side of her head, nuzzling his nose along her jaw to turn her head to the side and biting down on the fragile skin over her hammering pulse, her hips bucking in reaction and sending a lick of nerves down her torso. He chuckled darkly against the skin of her neck, soothing the hurt with a sweep of his tongue, and she moaned too loudly, idly wondering if the entire motel would know his name by tomorrow. When he looked into her eyes, she wanted to die, the hunger in them so consuming she feared she’d be nothing but ashes in the wind by the end of the night.

“Tell me, Manon, how long has it been since a man has heard you scream his name?”

Her dirty mind skipped into the near future to hands, teeth, and fingerprint bruises on her skin, a whine of impatience leaving her at the compelling visual. Jake noted it immediately and smiled so wickedly she whimpered, the need to taste it rode her hard. She tried to lean up to do just that, but he pulled back, watching her face as he took her wrists in hand, the delicate bones bending and twisting as he raised her hands above her head and pinned them. Her breathing was harsh now, her chest heaving as the fire in her core cascaded through her body, sweat already beading on her skin. He watched her every reaction, memorizing them, and she struggled against his hold to make him hold her down with strength.

“It’s never happened, Jake. If you try your best, you might be the first... if you can make me forget my own.” She answered him finally, challenged him, sounding braver than she felt. His answering smile was a promise.

“How should I start?”

She rocked her hips against him, a whine slipping from her when he refused to give her what she wanted to stop the fiery ache between her thighs, satisfied to feel he was hard as steel, and they both groaned. Still, he didn’t move to touch her, just watched her as she rubbed herself in a slow slide along the length of him, the tease maddening and not enough to ease her.

“Just touch me, Jake, please, just - there, oh god.”

She tossed her head back as his free hand slid between them, and he felt just how much she wanted him, cursing blackly under his breath at the mess he found her in.

“Fuck Manon,” he growled, the sound adding to the mess his fingers had dipped into, “is this all for me?”

She could only nod in reply as two long fingers slid inside her, easing the ache a little so she could think past it, her hips rocking as he crooked his fingers and her mouth opened on a warbling moan. More, more, more, the word echoed in her mind as his thumb grazed her clit, once, twice. Only giving her enough to make her growl in frustration as her inner walls fluttered around his fingers, his words and lust-blackened eyes sufficient to have her clinging to the edges of sanity as she lost herself completely. Her hands twisted in his grip, struggling to grab hold of anything to keep her tethered to the bed. Jerking her hips to take the invasion, sobbing as a warning pulse flared under his touch. He just watched her react. Another finger added, stretching her, the tinge of pain sending her wild. She was so close, hips riding his hand, and the crazed sounds coming from her only made him work harder. 

He drew out her torment for an age, it seemed to her, and she was near to begging when finally, his thumb circled her clit, the fingers in her cunt pushing farther in. His whispered words were the trigger, “Come for me,” and she shattered, incapable of speech as she thrashed under him. His hand never ceased as he wrung her pleasure out of her, her mouth still open in a silent scream, eyes heavy-lidded as she watched him sit up, withdrawing his hand from her and letting go of her wrists. Her hands tingled as she tried to reel herself back in, but he wasn’t finished.

“I didn’t hear my name, Manon. We’ll have to try something else.”

Manon could only blink, desperate for more but terrified too. If he could make her feel like this with just his fingers, how could she ever face letting him go? She pushed it aside and refused to acknowledge it or ruin their time together with tomorrows problems. Instead, she grinned at him, her freed hands fisting the sheets, brow quirking as she loosed a shaky breath.

“I guess so. You better get to work then.”

“I want to taste this,” his hand cupped her sex, and she whimpered, the thought of his mouth on her cunt so hot she felt she’d combust.

Fucking hell, he was going to kill her, and she’d thank him for it. He looked through her as though waiting for her to back out and end this now. She would do everything but.

“Quit playing, Jake. Fuck me.” She demanded, unwilling to wait anymore, and his black chuckle told her she was in for it.

 

“On your back,” He ordered. Manon shivered at the dominance in his tone, her body going loose as she did as told, pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to dull the burning emptiness in her core. He arched a brow, “Spread them wide for me... Good girl.” he said as she followed his instruction, and she preened. Something inside her perked up at the unexpected praise and wanted more of it as he eyed her glistening cunt and licked his lips. Her breath came in short gasps as he knelt between her parted thighs, unyielding fingers pinning them to the bed. Heat shimmered through her as his mouth... God, that mouth settled over her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. She was so sensitive after her orgasm that he barely had to work on her. Alternating between soft taps of his tongue and long, languid licks that had her crying out.

Frustration nipped at the frayed strands holding her together at the sight of his dark head between her legs. He was entirely in control while she was vocal and utterly at his mercy. As his tongue pushed inside her, she clutched at his hair, unsure if she wanted to drag him nearer in or shove him away as her inner walls clenched and sweat trickled down her face. He sensed she couldn’t take much more and rose up on his knees, swiping his hand over his mouth soaked with her essence. A thrumming under her skin made her quiver as he wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and stroked himself, the weight of his gaze on her breathless face almost too much to bear. She reached out to touch him, wanting to replace his hand and put him in the state she was in, but he batted it away, his eyes all smokey darkness that pulled her down as he stared into her. Her essence flowed down her thighs as he let go of his cock and grabbed hold of her legs, arranging them as far apart as he could get them; her feet curled into the mattress so her hips were tilted slightly, her hands fisting the sheets to stop herself from snatching hold of him.

Once happy, he checked in with her, making her heart soar, “Are you sure?”

 

“Positive.” She managed, and he muttered, “Thank fuck.” making her laugh, but soon it wasn’t funny anymore.

He was between her legs and gripping her hips before she could blink, the fat head of his cock teasing her entrance before he dragged her twitching body onto his cock, gliding into her depths effortlessly until he was buried so deep inside her she whined in distress. Her legs lifted and closed around his flanks, his stomach flat against hers in a deliberate grind that made them fit perfectly. He bit and licked at her lips in an attempt to calm her and gain entry. She opened as he made slight movements to let her acclimate to him. Each slight drag of his cock against her oversensitive flesh was devastating to her then. She was very close to combusting as she clawed at his back and babbled incoherently, digging her nails into his lovely ass to urge him deeper.

Gritting her teeth as he denied her, she moved her legs back until her heels dug into the small of his back and changed the pressure, centering him within her to hit that spot high up inside her that she knew would send her into ecstasy. Jake took the hint; her left leg was drawn up and straightened against his shoulder, and his gentle thrusts were replaced by brutal, punishing snaps of his hips. The muscles under her hands bunched and relaxed as he filled her, twisting her into a position that ripped the air from her lungs as pleasure seized her like a trap and raced through her bloodstream, feeling it in her fists, feet, and eyelids as she slammed them shut.

There was pain now, a sting of tender flesh as he drove into her. Still, it was the type of pain that had her keening and scrabbling for purchase as she clung to his back, deliberately tensing around his thick length to pull a ragged moan from him. Then it started, the low drawl of stirring, carnal words that she had never imagined could come from him as he pleaded with her to fall first as he wouldn’t last much longer. Every plunge of his hips caught her clit. They were so closely tangled. Circular movements flush against her split folds made her open her eyes with a choking wail, his mouth cutting off the noise she was making.

It started with a prickling of her skin creeping up her body, over her breasts and face, inner walls tightening around his cock, and she came hard. Her muscles were tied in knots as he freed her mouth, and she gave a savage cry of his name, a curse, and a prayer that made his eyes turn black as coal. He fucked her through it; the solid girth of him and the torturous waves of her orgasm gripped them both, stealing her wits and ability to form coherent sentences. She was relieved when he gave a guttural cry and stopped holding it back, slamming into her one last time and holding her down as she thrashed until he was spent. The pulse of her release and the blood hissing through her veins in a dizzying rush deafened her to his jagged whisper of her name.

Utter delirium held her captive, the tiny spasms as aftershocks jumped under her skin making her feel crazed and like she was dreaming as he fell over her at long last and silenced her soft whine with a kiss so lush and insistent she happily gave him the last of her breath. She was only dimly aware of him gathering the strength to slide free of her and arrange them in a more comfortable position, too lost in how quiet her mind was to worry about any awkwardness. They were sweaty and sticky, both in need of another shower. Still, her legs were boneless, and her body was too heavy to pull herself away from his comforting warmth as he dragged her across his chest and wrapped an arm around her.

She was in that half-aware state between sleep and waking when he finally spoke, “I win.”

It took a moment, her brain sluggish and slow on the draw, but she laughed low and rough, throat raw as she replied, “I think we both won.”

“Call it a draw? We can settle it tomorrow if you like.” He murmured, and she heard the delicate but reluctant hope in his voice as she closed her eyes and hummed.

“Tomorrow, Jake.”

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thursday || jjk

Dilemma: Prologue | Part I

➹ title: Thursday ➹ pairing: jungkook x female reader ➹ genre: fluff | some humor maybe | eventual smut | fuckbuddies to lovers | slice of life ➹ summary: You wake up to an unpleasant surprise. ➹ rating: 18+ ➹ word count: 0.4k ➹ warnings: mentions blood/bleeding | descriptions of period symptoms | mentions sex/hooking up ➹ author’s note:  Well, it’s time to put y’all in my business lol. So, Sunday miss girl decided to pay me a visit. I was so down and I knew mentally it was going to be a tough one. Especially since I had nothing to take for cramps. Sunday and Monday were the worst but Tuesday my irl boyfriend came over and saved the day. Now it didn’t happen exactly like this series but his presence still brought me some comfort and that inspired this little project lol. I hope you all enjoy this softness from me because I will have to channel my inner demon to redeem myself after this lol. But yeah, you all wanted a Jungkook fic so here it is. Love you!💖

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“Oh, no.”

You wake up to that dull achy feeling in your abdomen and immediately know what today is. You’ve felt it over a hundred times and there is no mistaking the pain radiating from your midsection.

“Can I catch a fucking break?” You mumble to yourself as you roll out of bed, hoping it’s in the early stages and you haven’t stained your favorite sheets. Once you’re on your feet, you take off your sleep shorts and hold them up for an inspection. 

Nothing.

This means you’re cramping and you haven’t even started bleeding yet. These are always the worst for you. It’s going to be a rough one. You can just feel it.

The first thing you do is check your work schedule on your phone. You’re always sure to have enough available time for these occasions, so before someone else can snatch them, you put in a request for Friday and Monday since you don’t work weekends. Now all you have to do is get through today. 

Your mind goes over everything you have on your to-do list at work. The presentation you have at 9 AM is definitely going to drain you of your energy, and by the time you’ve finished up your weekly report, you’ll be too ill to walk out of your office.

It sucks because nothing works to weaken your symptoms. You’ve tried it all. The only thing that brings you a bit of comfort is being at home, sleeping it off, and applying heat to your body. However, you’ll just have to stick it out until later.

With a sigh, you gather your things, making a small note on your phone as a reminder to get snacks on your way home tonight before you step into the shower.

The warm water is only temporary relief to your troubles, but it’ll do for now. You close your eyes and let your organic oils and body wash do their job. Your mind tries to conjure positive thoughts, thinking about how you only have three days left after today. Although there is one thing you can’t help but regret.

“Fuck, I’m such a dumbass. Why did I cancel my dick appointment last week?”

Your head drops as you become disappointed with yourself. Two more weeks without his hands on your body and it’s all your fault. All because you were a little jealous of him taking a picture with someone else. 

You admit it was silly, but you can’t explain why you felt that way. You always thought you two had an understanding of your relationship. When you’re single, you’re together. Maybe you thought wrong.

Hopefully, you didn’t.

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[jeannyanswers]

How to get past depression and start getting my grades up and be proud of my work when I'm productive

Hey there rein-raus!

So as already established I’m not a mental health professional. There also is a huge difference between a depressive episode (which I as a lot of people have gone through) and chronic depression, because you can’t really “get past” chronic depression.

-> In that case I can however share a overview of recourses, information about financing therapy & resources for queer and black people specifically and international recourses

And I can also give you tips for getting through a depressive episode, getting your grades up and being proud of your work:

Getting through a depressive episode

What is a depressive episode?

try to keep doing activities you used to enjoy

stay connected to friends and family

exercise regularly, even if it’s just a short walk

do something relaxing like Yoga or Meditation

stick to regular eating and sleeping habits as much as possible

avoid or cut down on alcohol and don’t use illicit drugs, which can make depression worse

talk to someone you trust about your feelings

seek help from a healthcare provider

Getting your grades up

The most important thing is to participate in the lesson. It isn’t enough to just be present, you need to actually show your teacher that you’re paying attention. I know it can be hard to say something in class when you’re shy, but it is really important for you’re grade. Keep a list where you write down every time you raise your hand, so that you remember to do it a certain amount of times per lesson. If you really struggle; start of with trying to say something once per lesson to overcome that hesitation

Plan your revision. When exams are coming up, plan out your study time; plan in time to study every day. Make a list of specific task that you can tick off so that you always know what you have to do. But stay realistic e.g. if you come home from school at 4 p.m. you probably don’t have the energy to start working right away

Set Short-Term goals. I already talked about writing down specific tasks and you’re gonna want to break these tasks down into smaller tasks. Not only does this make it much easier to actually do these tasks, it is also helpful to really focus on individual topics

Review your past lessons. This can be helpful to make sure you really understood the lesson and to remember the topics. But some teachers also tend to ask at the beginning of a lesson what happened in the last lesson, so by being able to answer that you already raised your hand once that lesson

Find your study space. Different people can work more or left effectively in different spaces. Some people like to work in their room, others can’t concentrate there - some like to study in the library, because there are other people working, others prefer the buzz of a cafe. Find a space where you can be comfortable and productive

Look after yourself. You need to make sure that you’re okay, before you worry about school. Take time for yourself and don’t push yourself to the point of burnout - because that’s actually less productive.

Being proud of your work

Write down your tasks so that when you finish them you can tick them off and have a visual reminder that you did well

Reward yourself; eat a pice of candy you like, take a nice bath, watch an episode of your favorite show etc.

Say positive affirmations to yourself

Think about why you have trouble being proud of your work in the first place; try to fix the root cause

If you have trouble being proud, because you feel you didn’t do enough, try to change your perspective on things; You maybe only studied for 10pm, but you did study - you maybe only started studying late into the evening, but you did end up studying - maybe you didn’t study at all that day, but you rested and can now do it tomorrow

=> I really hope that was helpful and you’re doing better. I know that you’re trying and that’s the most important thing. You can do this, I believe in you♥️

Thanks for the question!

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[readerleedigest]

The Cropped Hoodie

This is a tickle fic. Don’t read if that’s not your thing. 

The reader won’t wear crop tops, and Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy set out to figure out why. Lee!Reader and Ler!Steve/Robin/Nancy/Eddie. Mentions being insecure about stomach. 

You were lying on the couch, finishing up your notes for English when you heard the knock on the door. Assuming it was the pizza you ordered since your parents were gone for the weekend, you didn't hesitate to open the door. But instead of the pizza guy, you were faced with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, all of whom greeted you and walked in as if it was their home. If it were any other day, this would've been fine. But if course, they chose the one day you were wearing the hoodie.

A few weeks prior:

"Y/N! Get over here!" You put the t-shirt you were admiring over your arm and made your way over to where Robin and Nancy were standing in the thrift store. Robin was triumphantly holding up - "A daisy yellow hoodie! This would look SO GOOD on you. And it's your favorite color. So a win-win, yeah?" Robin was practically bouncing with energy, shaking the hoodie at you so you'd take it. It really was perfect. Gorgeous color, soft fabric, and it was your size. "Robin, you are the QUEEN of thrift shopping. I take back any time I've ever complained," you laughed. "I don't," Steve complained from a few feet away, by a rack of baseball hats. "Suck it up, Henderson. They've got good music here, too, so you're outnumbered." Eddie laughed, holding multiple tapes in the crook of his elbow. "Go try it on." Nancy shooed you over to the dressing room in the corner, and you stepped in with the few clothing items you'd picked out. The t-shirts you'd been browsing fit you well, and the jeans had an unexpected tear you hadn't seen before. That just left the hoodie, which you threw on, excited to see how it fit. You hadn't anticipated it being a cropped hoodie. The color was gorgeous, and the hoodie was comfortable and lightweight, but there was no hiding the strip of stomach it exposed above the top of your jeans. You'd never worn anything cropped before, and for a reason. You didn't like anyone seeing your stomach, it made you feel insecure. You didn't really know what about it made you feel that way. 

Reluctantly, you changed back into your clothes and placed the hoodie in the pile with the torn jeans before exiting the changing room. "Are we finally ready to leave? I believe I was promised ice cream," Steve trailed off, raising raising his eyebrows at Robin. "You're such a child, Steve," Robin laughed, before turning back to you as you placed the jeans and hoodie in the return to rack bin. Her eyes widened and she grabbed for the hoodie. "No way! It didn't fit? You're not buying it?" "It's just, well, it was cropped, and I don't think that's really my style, you know?" You mumbled, avoiding eye contact as you focused on recording the t-shirts you planned to buy. "So try something new! I know you love the color, Y/N. You've gotta buy it," Robin pleaded. You flushed, not wanting to have to explain the true reason for not buying it. Just as you opened your mouth to refuse once more, Steve interrupted. "I'll buy it." He pulled the hoodie away from Robin and draped it over his shoulder. "Problem solved." "Steve, you really don't need to -" "Oh, I need to," he shot you a wink. 

Back to the present:

And that's how you ended up in this situation, awkwardly standing at the front door and trying not to wrap your arms around your middle as you accepted the pizza from the delivery guy. "Y/N, you're such a great host. You got us pizza and we didn't even tell you we were coming," Eddie smirked, grabbing a slice as soon as you set the boxes down. "Yeah, well what can I say," you shrugged, before immediately lowering your hands upon feeling how that brought the hoodie up higher. "Hey, wait. Is that the hoodie I bought you? You're finally wearing it?" Steve asked through mouthful of pizza. "Um, yeah... hey so what do you guys want to do? I don't really have much in the way of movies but I've still got that mystery game you all like?" One pizza and one board game later, you found yourself on the couch with the rest of the group. "I was thinking about going to that thrift shop tomorrow, the one by the ice cream place that we found Y/N's hoodie at? Maybe they'll have some new stuff," Nancy said. "And I know Robin is up for it, how about you all?" "Yeah, sure," you agreed, trying to discreetly readjust your hoodie where the fabric had risen up in the front again. "Why do you keep doing that?" Eddie asked from beside you, noticing your fidgeting. "Doing what?" "Pulling your hoodie down and covering your stomach." "I'm, I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about, Eddie." "Bull. Besides, it's a crop top, the whole point is for people to see your stomach." "True," Steve commented from where he sat sat the floor, earning him a quick glare from yourself. "You know, this is actually the first time I've seen you wear that hoodie, Y/N. How come you haven't worn it since we got it?" Robin asked. "I have, I just usually wear it at... home.." You trailed off at the mixture of head tilts and eye squints you received. "What?" "We're just trying to figure out what you're hiding, is all," Nancy stated nonchalantly. "Well, let's not," you laughed nervously, beginning to get up from the couch. "No no no, you get back here." Robin's hands reached forward to pull you back down, and found purchase on your lower sides, which were conveniently being shown by the hoodie. When she pulled you back onto the couch, you fell backwards with a squeak, her hands having accidentally squeezed your sides and sent a ticklish jolt through your body. "What," Eddie asked, turning his body towards you, "was that?" "Whahat was what?" You laughed nervously, beginning to pull the hoodie down again. "Enough with that," Robin said, grabbing your wrists and pulling them towards her and away from the hoodie, leaving your lower stomach on display. "You squeaked," Nancy stated again, her detective mind in high gear. "You squeaked when Robin grabbed your sides."

"Ohhhh." Steve lightly smacked his forehead, before turning with a mischievous look. "Guys I figured it out." "No you didn't," you protested, afraid of his actually knowing why you didn't wear the hoodie around them. "Yeah, I did. They don’t wear the hoodie because they’re so ticklish." You almost sighed in relief, but to be honest, this wasn't much better. Now you're friends were looking at you with a predatory look, and Robin had tightened her grip on your wrists. "Guys, guys, wahahait. That's not why -" "Then why?" Steve asked, inching closer as Robin began pulling your arms over her lap, bringing you into a half sitting and half laying position. You blushed bright red, feeling the cold air hit your stomach as your arms were pulled away. Eddie smirked down at you, poking your stomach once. Your nervous giggles doubled. "Ihihihi just don't like ihihihit that muhuch." Steve mock-gasped, clutching his chest. "After I bought it for you and everything?" "You're lying," Robin sang. "And I think that we can all agree, liars deserve to be tickled." "Wahahait I'm nohohot lying, plehehease." There wasn't a good way out of this. You didn't want to tell them the real reason, but four people tickling you at once? There was no way you'd last. That didn't mean it didn't excite you just a little though. You loved your goofy friends. Eddie struck first, spidering his fingers along your waist. It was maddening, his touch so light, and you couldn't move. Steve followed, squeezing your sides like Robin had done earlier, and you began thrashing, your head thrown back in Robin's lap. "NAHAHA," you cackled. The stupid hoodie made it ten times worse. "You wanna admit why you wouldn't wear the hoodie?" Nancy asked, sitting in front of where your head was in Robin's lap. "NOHohoho," you giggled, accepting your fate. "Wow, someone really wants to be tickled, huh?" Eddie asked, focusing on your hips now as Steve began clawing at the middle of your stomach. Nancy joined in now, lightly tracing your neck and ears, making you snort. "Did they just SNORT?" Steve asked, laughing hard.

"Shuhuhut up STEHEHEHEVE NO!" Apparently unamused by your sass, Steve decided to shut you up by planting a raspberry directly in the middle of your stomach. It was too much, and you descended into silent laughter. When Robin saw the tear run down your cheek, she signaled for everyone to stop. "Why haven't you worn the hoodie, Y/N?" Nancy asked, suddenly serious. You sighed. "I don't like for people to see my stomach, it makes me feel insecure." "Are you serious?" Steve asked, his tone almost angry. "Y/N that's ridiculous. You're stomach is nothing to be insecure about." Robin released your arms and pushed a piece of hair off your forehead. Out of habit, you began to pull your hoodie back down, and Eddie grabbed your wrists. "No more of that. Nope." "Yeah. I bought you this hoodie, and I want you to wear it like it's meant to be worn. And so help me Y/N, I will tickle you so hard if you don't." You brought your hands up over your face, unable to handle your friends right now. This was so flustering. "I agree. No more hiding your stomach, Y/N. Or else we'll get ya again," Robin teased. "Well if that's the case, I'm never wearing this thing around you all again," you laughed, sitting up. "Aw, you know you will, because you love us," Eddie said as he elbowed you. "Aaand I think Y/N liked that. They haven’t quit smiling since." 

"Shut up, Nancy." "Watch it," Steve warned, poking you in the stomach until you doubled over in defense. "Ohohokay, maybe she's right." Needless to say, from then on your friends managed to find you plenty of cropped apparel. And maybe, just maybe, you wore the clothes anyways. What's the worst that would come of it?

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