#turns out that the 'quiet gentle and romantic' was about THEM all along

[odetokeons]

congratulations to ineffable bureaucracy for being the first queer couple ever to plan to run away together and ACTUALLY succeeding at it!

#a huge WIN for the gays and the niche rarepairs enjoyers #turns out that the 'quiet gentle and romantic' was about THEM all along #people who started shipping them YEARS ago when all they had was one canon interaction are the true winners of this season #blessed by agnes nutter with the gift of prophecy fr #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel x beelzebub #archangel gabriel #lord beelzebub #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Love and marriage

"I will never get married." Seven year old Lan Wangji proclaims to his uncle as he practices calligraphy under the senior's guidance one evening. It had been about six months after his mother's passing, and only two days ago that little Wangji waited dutifully in the harsh winter storm for the door to the gentian house to open.

It did not. It never will again. But Wangji's resolve seemed iron-clad, and he did not leave until curfew that day.

It had been a miracle how he did not become ill - or worse! - spending time outside in such conditions. But though his body seemed surprisingly unaffected, his mind had not, falling into a deep, pensive state, even more quiet than before.

It had been for this reason that Lan Qiren brought the boy in to spend time with him and observe him - all under the guise of teaching. Despite his young age, Wangji had already mastered calligraphy.

The boy's statement made his uncle's eyes lift from the book he had been reading, an eyebrow raised. Part of him wished to say "you better not!", as any other paternal figure would tell their child at this age. But Lan Qiren had a feeling there was more to those words than it appeared on the surface, so he asked:

"What brought this on?"

"I have been thinking." Little Wangji says, a long pause following as he places his brushes neatly to the side of his parchment paper. "It is because mother married father that she is...gone."

Lan Qiren stared, stunned, at the little boy before him. He seemed confident in his assessment, though nevertheless saddened about it, like a man that had found a treasure that brought him no joy.

"It is also because their marriage that you and your brother have been born." Lan Qiren countered, in a way that was almost gentle, if slightly chiding. "Life is not as simple as it appears to be. And not all marriages are the same."

Not all marriages are like your parents' - but Lan Qiren could not have said that without sounding bitter and resentful, which was unadvisable in dealing with a grieving child that was not an orphan only if by virtue of his father still being alive and nothing more.

"How do you know?" Wangji asked, earnest though disbelieving, "How can one be sure their marriage will not be... lonely?"

Lan Qiren stared at the boy again, seeing so much of his father in his honeyed eyes. How could he respond to that? Lan Qiren had never been particularly romantically inclined. If anything, he preferred the company of books and studies more than people, and he had never found himself yearning for even the concept of a romantic relationship. He had received numerous requests for courtship or marriage - some even for mere physical encounters - but he had never felt the need or the desire to pursue anything of that nature with anyone. What would he know about marriages, let alone happy ones?

"It is never guaranteed how such things may turn out." Lan Qiren replied, after a while.

Wangji did not seem to react to that answer. His uncle sighed quietly - what had he been doing, working himself up over the words of a seven year old? Kids his age are fickle, as it is expected. Why had he been treating the boy's words as final? For all he knew, Wangji may change his mind by supper or by next morning - after all, children his age do not have the conviction of adults, nor do they even remember their promises by the time they may have to make good on them.

"Regardless, if you do not wish to marry, then you may not if it is not necessary" Lan Qiren added, and little nodded slightly, satisfied with the answer. He picked his brush back up and continued to write.

After a while, he spoke: "I will neber keep anybody against their will."

--

Lan Wangji was 15 years old when he first met Wei Wuxian and it became apparent to all their peers and the rest of the Lan sect that they did not get along. With Wei Wuxian boisterous and relentless pursuit of friendship and Lan Wangji's ice-cold refusal of it, it appeared that whatever cordiality one might expect between young masters of their standing was lost forever.

However, Lan Qiren had raised the famed Second Jade of Lan and he could easily see it was not disgust or anger that he expressed over Yunmeng Jiang's head disciple, but rather an annoyed, relentless denial of his otherwise normal desire for human connection.

It did not bring Lan Qiren any ease though - Cangse Sanren's son was so visibly her own that the man sometimes felt like he interacted with her ghost - and he did not believe that to be a good thing for Lan Wangji. Despite his indifferent exterior, his heart was fragile, and Lan Qiren worried for him in the presence of Wei Wuxian.

It had been this very topic that had come up as Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen shared tea one day, enjoying the fresh magnolia blooms.

"It appears Wangji may not keep to his childhood promise." Xichen smiled, "I believe you have noticed it as well."

Lan Qiren sighed deeply as he took a sip of herbal tea. "You appear unnecessarily happy about this development."

Xichen smiled again, fox-like, and for a moment Lan Qiren saw his brother, young and mischevous, concocting plans over tea.

"Does he know?" Lan Qiren found himself asking.

"He seems to be struggling with it." Xichen replied, looking into the distance towards the training grounds, wherefrom a lot of otherwise unusual noise was echoing.

"As expected."

Silence befalls the two. Xichen smiles meaningfully into his tea.

"Would it be wrong of me to assume this is one of the reasons you have entrusted young master Wei's punishment to Wangji?"

Lan Qiren's eyes narrow, but he does not reply. Xichen's smile widens, but conversation lulls.

---

Lan Wangji had so desperately hoped Wei Wuxian would listen. He had hoped Wei Wuxian would be able to understand all the things Lan Wangji could not say, all his intentions, all his worries and all his feelings - and he would have listened, and agreed.

But he had not.

And for a moment, a traitorous few seconds, it had crossed Lan Wangji's mind. It had, despite how much he had tried to convince himself it never would, that such a thing would never even occur to him.

But it did.

He had thought of trying to do what his father had done in his pursuit of protecting his mother - he had thought of taking Wei Ying with him to the Cloud Recesses whether he opposed it or not, and keeping him there, safely, for the rest of forever.

He had refused even the thought of it, dismissing it as quickly as it had appeared, and it disgusted him to know his mind had been able to conjure it in the first place - the very thing he had sworn he would never wish for let alone ever do, had presented itself as an option in his mind.

And Lan Wangji hated it.

He had visited the gentian house that day, and stayed there until curfew.

"I wish to bring someone back to the Cloud Recesses... take him back and hide him away... but he is not willing."

---

For all the agony Lan Wangji suffered, he felt no remorse at all, as if he had fulfilled his fate in a way he had not even known had been intended for him. He had accepted his punishment with placid resignation, not even once declaring himself regretful of his actions. It was difficult for him to assess whether he had failed or not, but at least he had tried to protect the man he could have finally allpwed himself to accept he loved.

But, almost as though fate was keen on fulfilling the promise he made at seven years old, that very man had just been pronounced dead, the news delievered by celebratory letters and festivals that bore more evil than Wei Wuxian had ever done.

Lan Xichen carefully assisted the healers cleaning and bandaging Lan Wangji's wounds, a process he had grown to despise as much as he looked forward to it. It was only with this pretext that he could visit his little brother now, as he had been sent into seclusion, and it worried Xichen not to know how he was dealing not only with the new knowledge, but his own state as well.

As the healers left the room, Xichen stood by his brother's bed for a few minutes, in silence. He had hoped some words would be coming to him at some point, but he could not find anything appropriate to say at the moment, stroking Wangji's hair off his face instead.

"Were you there?" Wangji asked after a few moments, voice hoarse and empty, as if he had screamed it raw.

"I was not."

"Who was?"

"I do not know."

Lan Xichen had chosen to lie that day, and did not regret it. As much as he valied honesty, he knew it was not the truth Wangji needed then.

What was Xichen supposed to even say? That their uncle had watched the last few moments of Wei Wuxian's life alongside the other sect leaders? That the besiegers cheered on his death as his body disintegrated into nothingness under the force of the Burial Mounds?

That they slaughtered innocent people like cattle?

"Did they find him?"

"No."

That had not been a lie. Many had believed Wei Wuxian had not died, even if they saw him enveloped in resentful energy as he screamed in pain until all that was left was silence. They wanted proof of it, a body, a shred of anything - perhaps to only defile him more.

But they had not found anything.

Wangji sighed, the breath heavy from his lungs.

"I dreamt I married him."

Xichen's eyes turned soft, pitiful, "Perhaps in another life."

"Perhaps."

---

Thirteen years later, the Cloud Recesses murmur with excitement as groups of disciples move to and fro, carrying decorations and supplies like tireless ants of a busy hive.

The wedding is in a couple of weeks, but sect leader Lan as well as master Lan Qiren had ordered the preparations start early in order to ensure all is ready for the great celebration.

"For how much your uncle disapproves of me, he sure is invested in our wedding." Wei Wuxian laughs as he and his soon-to-be-official husband inspect the ancestral hall, the designated venue for the event.

"Uncle is very thorough." Lan Wangji replies, "And his distrust of you has lessened over the past years."

"I would hope so." A laugh, "Though he is probably more concerned in doing right by you."

"Nevertheless, I believe it is for both of us."

Wei Wuxian laughs again, squeezing his beloved's hand. "Say, I heard something from a very, very reliable source..."

"What did my brother tell you again?"

"I heard you said you'd never marry anyone when you were a kid. I bet seven year old Lan Zhan would be disappointed!" Wei Wuxian jokes, a teasing smile on his lips that Lan Wangji cannot be blamed for kissing right now.

"Seven year old me had not met you yet." He replied, softly, "He would've known better."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

[lilacura]

Silent echoes | Jang Wonyoung

pairing: wonyoung x reader

>wc: 1.3

sypnosis: A story of love silenced by circumstance, where two hearts yearn for each other in the quiet spaces between their broken dreams.

It was late and the dorm was empty as the other members were all out for schedules. Y/n couldn't stand another moment apart from Wonyoung and snuck into her room, hoping for some private time together. 

When she entered, Wonyoung was sleeping peacefully, bathed in moonlight. Y/n's heart swelled at the sight of her beautiful girlfriend and she slipped quietly into bed, curling up behind Wonyoung and placing a gentle kiss on her neck. 

Wonyoung stirred with a content sigh, instinctively pressing back against Y/n's body seeking her warmth. "I missed you," she murmured sleepily, lacing their fingers together against her stomach. 

Y/n nuzzled into Wonyoung's hair, breathing in her familiar scent and feeling at peace for the first time that day. "I missed you too, baby. I hate being apart from you," she whispered, placing another soft kiss to Wonyoung's shoulder.

They laid together in a tender embrace, savoring the rare moment of intimacy in a world where they had to hide their love. Y/n gently turned Wonyoung over to face her, cupping her cheek as their eyes met in the dim light. 

Leaning in slowly, Y/n pressed her lips to Wonyoung's in a sweet kiss filled with longing. Wonyoung kissed her back gently, wrapping her arms around Y/n's neck to pull her closer. Lost in the feeling of being together again, they didn't hear the door creak open.

"What is going on here?" a stern voice demanded, freezing them in place. Y/n and Wonyoung quickly broke apart to see their manager standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock and disapproval. 

In that instant, their secret was out.

The CEO's reaction was even worse than Y/n had imagined in her worst nightmares. He raged at them for 'betraying the company' and threatened to disband the group entirely over the scandal. Through tears, Y/n and Wonyoung begged for mercy, promising it would never happen again if he spared their careers.

In the end, he gave them an ultimatum - end things immediately and publicly, or be removed from the group. Faced with losing their dreams, Y/n and Wonyoung had no choice but to comply. 

The next day, a statement was released confirming the 'breakup.' From that moment on, they weren't allowed private interactions and could only communicate when necessary for work. 

Being near Wonyoung but unable to comfort her was torture for Y/n. She saw how much pain the younger girl was in, barely holding herself together during schedules. All Y/n wanted was to take Wonyoung in her arms and promise everything would be okay, but she was forbidden from even a consoling touch.

Rumors swirled among fans about what really happened between them, but the company's story was that they had grown apart romantically and remained close friends. Y/n felt like her heart was ripped in two each time she had to play along with the lie for the cameras.

Weeks passed in a blur of tears and loneliness. Y/n threw herself into practice to distract from her aching heart, pushing her body to the limit each session. The other members worried for her health but didn't know how to help without crossing the line. 

Late one night after an especially grueling practice, Y/n collapsed from exhaustion in the dorm. When she woke, she found herself in an empty practice room with a note - 'Drink this, it will make you feel better. I'm always here if you need me.' 

Y/n's eyes filled with fresh tears recognizing Wonyoung's handwriting. She drank the warm tea gratefully, comforted just by the younger girl's thoughtfulness even from afar. Clutching the note to her chest, Y/n let herself break down in quiet sobs, missing Wonyoung more than ever.

The next few weeks, similar anonymous gifts of comfort would appear for Y/n - a favorite snack, a handwarming pack, a soft blanket. It gave her strength, knowing Wonyoung was looking out for her wellbeing despite the separation. 

One rainy Saturday, Y/n returned to the dorm feeling particularly low. As she opened the door to her room, she was surprised to find Wonyoung sitting on her bed holding a bundle of letters.

"I couldn't stay away anymore. I miss you so much it hurts," Wonyoung said in a small voice, eyes brimming with tears matching Y/n's own. 

In an instant they were in each other's arms, clinging together as the dam broke, both sobbing from the overload of pent up emotions. Between gasping breaths they poured out how much the other meant, that being apart was unbearable. 

Their love was too powerful to deny, consequences be damned. From that night on they began sneaking secret meetings under the cover of darkness, stealing what moments they could to rekindle their relationship away from prying eyes. 

It was a delicate balancing act, hiding in plain sight from managers and fans alike. But every stolen kiss, every tender whisper was worth the risk to Y/n and Wonyoung. As long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

Three more bittersweet months passed this way until their resolve was put to the ultimate test. During end of year evaluations, the CEO shockingly suggested removing one of the members who was 'underperforming.' 

Y/n and Wonyoung knew in their hearts he meant to tear them apart permanently by ousting one of them from the group. They refused to let that happen no matter the cost. Gathering their courage, they went to his office hand in hand.

"We love each other and always will, no matter what you do to try and change that. If you take one of us, you lose us both. Our careers and dreams mean nothing without each other by our sides," Y/n declared boldly, Wonyoung nodding in agreement beside her. 

As Y/n stood in the CEO's office, hand in hand with Wonyoung, her heart pounded with both hope and fear. But as the CEO's decision unfolded, it shattered her dreams like fragile glass. With a cold, calculated voice, he pronounced that Y/n would be the one removed from the group.

Devastation washed over Y/n as the weight of his words settled in her chest like a heavy stone. She felt Wonyoung's grip on her hand tighten, but it offered little solace in the face of such crushing disappointment.

Tears welled in Y/n's eyes as she watched Wonyoung, silently pleading for reassurance, for a sign that their love could withstand this new trial. But all she saw was resignation in Wonyoung's eyes, a silent acceptance of the CEO's decree.

In the days that followed, Y/n's world crumbled around her. She tried to reach out to Wonyoung, to cling to the one constant in her life, but there was no response. Confusion gnawed at her heart as she wondered what she had done wrong, why Wonyoung had turned her back on her so suddenly.

Each unanswered call, each ignored message felt like another blow to Y/n's already fragile spirit. She spiraled into a dark abyss of loneliness, her days haunted by the echoing silence of Wonyoung's absence.

Finally, Y/n stumbled upon Wonyoung's social media profiles, only to find herself blocked on every platform. The realization hit her like a dagger to the heart, tearing open wounds she didn't even know she had.

Alone and abandoned, Y/n sank deeper into despair, her once bright future now nothing but a distant memory. She couldn't bear to face the world without Wonyoung by her side, couldn't fathom a life where their love was nothing but a fading echo of what once was.

In the end, Y/n retreated into the shadows, consumed by grief and regret. She would never forget the love she shared with Wonyoung, but in this cruel world, sometimes love simply wasn't enough. And as the days stretched into endless nights, Y/n resigned herself to a lifetime of heartache, forever haunted by the ghost of a love lost.

a/n: hai :3

#wonyoung #ive wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wony x reader #ive x reader #ive #wonyoung ive x reader #girl group #gg x reader

[amomentsescape]

Taking a stroll in the cemetery with eric draven for the halloween prompts? 👀

All the Days and Nights

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Eric and Reader find some solace and humor at the city's cemetery.

Warnings: Some cussing, brief mentions of death

Word Count: 457

October 2023 Halloween Prompt List

A/N: This came out short and sweet, so I hope you enjoy!

"What about them?" you asked Eric once again.

He let out a playful sigh as he squeezed your hand. The warmth of your skin always seemed to ground him.

"How old do you think I am?" he teased.

You glanced back at the headstone and realized the date they died was 1902.

"Oh... whoops," you laughed lightly.

He let out a chuckle as well as you both continued walking through the cemetery.

Something about being out here at night was oddly calming for you, and the slight chill in the air only added to the ambience. Cemeteries held a certain type of quiet that you couldn't get anywhere else, especially not in the dangerous city you lived in.

"Oh, what about them?" you pointed to another headstone.

Eric froze for a second and blinked. "Actually, yeah I did."

Your eyes widened at this. "Really? How did you know them?" you asked urgently.

"I killed him."

You let out a scoff and slapped him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Very funny," you joked.

He turned his gaze towards you. "I'm serious. He was harassing a girl, so I took a broken bottle and-"

"Okay, okay!" you laughed.

He simply smiled at you, continuing your stroll.

Something about the way your laugh broke through the silence of the night made him feel real. He almost didn't want to come here tonight, too worried that this place would bring up memories he wasn't yet ready to face. But now here you both were, basking in the moonlight and enjoying the presence of one another.

His heart felt at peace for the first time in a while.

"Thank you," he finally spoke, his voice gentle.

You turned towards him and began to play with the lapel of this jacket, finding that his intense gaze was making you a bit shy.

"For...?" you hummed.

"Tonight. And yesterday, and tomorrow."

You looked up at him a bit confused.

"You make no sense sometimes," you teased. "How can you thank me for a day that hasn't even happened yet?"

He pulled you into him, holding your warm body against his.

"Because I know you'll be there for me tomorrow, just like you have been any other day."

Your heart raced against his chest, and he smiled at the feeling.

"I love you," you mumbled into him.

"And I love you."

You finally pulled away and began to giggle.

"Sorry, Peter," you said, looking at the name on the headstone below you. "Didn't mean to get all romantic over your body."

Eric followed your gaze at this. "I killed him too."

You gave him a playful shove. "For Christ's sake, Eric."

He laughed along with you, your voices being carried through the night.

#the crow 1994 #the crow movie #eric draven x reader #eric draven #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher preference #slashers preference #slashers #halloween #fall

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea Prompt 10- A soulmate by any other name would never be the same

(Or in which pure vanilla can never catch a break.)

Every Cookie had atleast three separate soulmate markings.

One Romantic, one Familial and one an enemy. That was the standard, however there were cases like his.

Five Romantic, Five Familial and no enemies. 

That last part was the reason he’d been moved from counselor to counselor out of his mothers worry. After all, his parents just set to distancing themselves from him. 

(Afterall- instead of nameless blurs on his arms they were names in delicate ink carved into his skin. Five Familial names written upon them and not one of them was any cookie in his direct family.)

Pure vanilla sighed and grabs the book he was reading, “Ah- I should go meet up with White Lily Cookie..” The blonde cookie couldn’t stop the burning on his cheeks at the thought of his first Romantic soulmate.

(Elder Faerie, Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, Hollyberry, White Lily)

(All of them written clearly in varying shades of red, orange or yellow, covering him.)

( White Lily’s name written around his wrist, almost like a chain, in a deep red, a red that had small things of black in it. Many times he’d been told it meant at some point they would be at odd ends before coming back together.)

(Elder Faeries was a soft yellow with strains of bright green and moments of silver. All he would have to do to see the others name was to simply look directly at his right shoulder and he could spot the others name trailing up his upper arm. He’d been told it meant that Elder Faerie would be there- that he would be supporting him and protecting him even when he didn’t know.)

(Dark Cacao was a deep red but lighter than White Lily’s, although bits of it was blue that mixed into purple on it. Many times pure vanilla had traced the others name written onto his inner elbow. More then once the name had gotten a nod of approval, that the other would be silent, but kind, a strong but gentle protector.)

(Golden Cheese was a bright bold yellow with a shining orange texture. Going diagonally right across his forearm. His father had laughed at the counselors words, a cookie who would spoil him in anything and everything and would be willing to give him whatever his heart desired, yet would also wish to be treasured back.)

(The pinkish-red of Hollyberry’s names was bright and bold and out there. The other had the biggest lettered name right along his back arm. He remembered the words, they would be bright, loud and willing, a bright smile and more then ready to fight for him.)

Pure vanilla could barely hide his blush as he rubbed his left arm against his cheek, he paused then as he spied the name in a proud navy blue and deep fiery red, Burning spice. He sighed as he looked over his familial soulmates' names. 

(Burning Spice was seared into the palm of his hand, more than once concerns had been expressed towards the meaning of his Familial soulmate. A burning, fiery passion that gave off the feeling of destruction, buried with deep seated possessiveness.)

(A dark pink and purple Eternal sugar tied around his wrist, seemingly tighter than white lily’s own. Possessive, he’d heard, Possessive and desperate. Willing to do whatever it took to keep him.)

(Pale blue with Mystic Flour written upon his upper arm like a band- just right below his shoulder. Uncaring had been the common words stated about them, until a more experience counselor turned around and told him something different. Exhausted, tired, apathetic, but not completely uncaring, possessive and not willing to lose him.)

(Silent Salt was marked out in deep purple sprawling across the back of his forearm. Quiet had been easy to know right off the bat, perhaps even distant or cold, but the words of hesitant, of bold and of possessive had not been.)

(The last name had always struck him- the same shade of blue of the academy. Shadow milk crawling across his elbow, almost always in his sight in some way due to its length. More then once he’d overheard the whispers of the counselors, unstable, they spoke with concern, intelligent, possessive, dangerous.)

(Dangerous had always been unspoken with the other four, yet they felt compelled to state it aloud. It always made him question his familial soulmates. Just who they were.)

He’s brought from his thoughts as he nearly trips from his poor eyesight, but grabs onto a nearby wall and thankfully manages to stop himself. Pure Vanilla puts his thoughts behind him as he continues onto his way to his soulmate.

Unaware to the eyes in the hallway that follow him.

Shadow milk only smiles silently as he does his best to assist his son (A son, he has a son- something those witches would have never granted him or the others, a son!). He can hear the cooing of Eternal sugar, the light growls of burning spice as pure vanilla struggles in the hallways, silent salt standing vigil at the watcher ball shadow milk had made and mystic flour lightly patting the ball with a small smile.

One day, they would exit this damn tree and then they would finally, finally be able to truly, fully greet their son.

(Heyo! Little notes this au; Shadow milk does not equal the light of truth in this au! Nor is he or the other beasts aware of what happened to their soul Jams. Also note that due to fuckery reasons Pure Vanilla doesn’t end up in hammerspace, but instead with severe amnesia that becomes triggered by the vanilla kingdom- to which he spends the next few weeks fully recovering his memories.)

(Also I would like to expand upon a thing! I am now answering any questions you may have about any of the au’s I’ve so far! Just a little event thing for the next five days!)

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #shadow milk cookie #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #silent salt cookie #eternal sugar cookie #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #golden cheese cookie #idea prompt #elder faerie cookie #Poly Ancients + Elder Faerie ship #Because why not #also Pure Vanilla's parents are decent they just lack true outright connection #But don't worry! #He gets five new ones #In the form of the beasts... #Which is questionable.

[prawndip]

Genshin Characters and Hair

CHARACTERS: Albedo, Alhaitham, Amber, Itto, Kazuha, Zhongli + gn!reader

TAGS: headcanons, can be seen as romantic and platonic, alhaitham is probably ooc

SYNOPSIS: all things hair. playing with it, styling it. heck, what do they do with YOUR hair?

NOTES: after writing for diluc, I felt like I needed to do more stuff relating to hair. I’m willing to write more parts to this with other characters too.

ALBEDO:

if there’s one thing you’ve learned about albedo. it’s that his hair is really. really soft. and fluffy. you wonder what albedo uses to have such wonderful hair. is there a special conditioner out there? anyways sometimes albedo’s hair can get quite messy after a long day of research, and it’s then when you offer to do his hair back up for him. of course you do it out of kindness and to give albedo a break from his work, but you also do it as an excuse to touch his hair, so you can run your hands through it and admire how it feels like silk on your fingers, how when you’re done with it it sits so nicely and so perfectly even though you thought you did a bad job. it still looks great. and even if you sometimes get distracted and just play with his hair absent mindedly without htinking, albedo doesn’t mind, just sitting there quietly with a small smile on his face. wonderful.

of course, he’ll return the favour when he can, sitting you down somewhere and begins running a comb through your hair. you don’t know how he does it. he handkes tangled knots in your hair with such care and yet takes care of them with such ease and quickness you wonder if your hair was tangled up at all in the first place. he’s so gentle with it you find yourself nodding off as he works on it. you can’t help it, his hands working your hair was just to relaxing and soothing, the way he gently combs it has you falling asleep right there and then. he doesn’t mind, the finds it quite endearing, keeping your head upright so that your head doesn’t roll to the side and pull on your hair while he’s holding it. by the time you wake up, you’ve never has such untangled hair in your life. he even put it into a simple hairstyle for you. how nice.

ALHAITHAM:

you and alhaitham always have lots of moments together, and for various reasons too. sometimes youre both writing papers, or your both trying ot get away from annoying people and need a break, or you’re both reading a book and needed someplace quiet to read. although, between the two of you, you tend to be more distracted than alhaitham. why? well mostly because you’re not as disiplined as alhaitham, but you also can’t help but eye the little strand of hair that sticks out of your head. seriously, what is up with it? how does he get it like that? is it on purpose? you askes alhaitham such a question and he shrugged, saying that it just appears like that. heasitantly you reach out a fingle to wiggle it, and suddenly you’ve found a new source of joy (and distraction), twirling it around your fingers as alhaitham is working on his paper, though he eventually had to acknoledge the ticking sensation on his head as you keep playing with his mysterious hair stand. he doesn’t seem to mind, lowering his head so your arm wouldn’t get as tired.

of course, no way he wasn’t going to get some sort of “payback” for that. so the next time the two of you are reading together you are forced to stop when you feel a tug at your hair. without looking away from his book, alhaitham had taken a strand of it and has begun twirling it around his fingers, almost unconsiously. he only stopped when he had to turn his page, and then would pick up another strand and resume, rinse and repeat. somewhere along the way you stopped paying attention to it and you found yourself softly smiling whenever you did remember what he was doing with your hair. sometimes alhaitham would stop reading to admire your hair in his hands, but when he felt your head moving to look at him, his gaze would snap back to his book without a second thought. this has since become normal routine between the two of you.

AMBER:

recently the two of you have been conducting "experiments" together. you are no alchemist, nor are you a scholar. you are just a feeble little adventurer with too much time on their hands, but you and amber are still lured in by the fascination of science. your question? which hairstyles are best for gliding. listen, you and amber insist. this is a very important research topic. how is one supposed to look fashionable while gliding? and so the tests began. you do amber's hair, she flies around, and then you record how the hair looks afterwards. many questions need to be answered. does the hairstyle keep the hair out of your face? does it fall apart while gliding? does it get blown around by the wind? does it still look good when you're done? is there more than one hairstyle out there that fits all the criteria that amber has set out? or does she just have to cut her hair short?

similarly, you've also been conducting a similar experiment, but with adventuring. amber does your hair, and you do out and do your daily commissions. you have your own host of questions, probably even more than amber would. for example, does it get in your face when fighting? will it get caught in low-hanging trees when you're running away? how likely is it to catch on fire if you get too close to a hillichurl? will it get in the way of drawing your weapon? if you get stuck in bad weather, is it convenient to sleep on? how easily does it get dirty? is that even a concern? or do you also have to cut your hair short/keep it short? it's a silly thing to spend time on, you and amber must admit, but it's fun, so it must be alright!

ITTO:

somewhere along the way itto decided that if HE has the coolest hairstyle around, YOU also must have the coolest hairstyle around. he’s stubborn too, and ocmmitted to his goal of giving you the most killer hairstyle inazuma has ever seen. he’ll plop you down somewhere and he’ll start putting in cool accessories and temporary hair dye, tie up and clip your hair up using with (surprisingly) good skill. not only that, you find his touch to be gentle and caring. he works with such passion yet handles your hair with such care, not once tugging too hard on your hair or getting it so tangled he has to cut it off. it surprises you a little, to say the least, but when you think about the way he handles his own hair with just as much care, you figured he wanted to treat yours the same way. when he’s done he shows it off to the rest of the arataki gang, laughing and saying something along the lines of “check out my hard work! whaddya think? don’t they look great?”

you on the other hand, just ifnd itto’s hair absolutely lovely to play with. for its spikiness it’s quite soft and fluffy, and it was then you realized he puts a lot of effort into keeping his hair happy and healthy. he’d laugh and tell you he has to if he wants to best looking hairstyle in all of inazuma (besides yours) and will ramble about his days endeavours as you brush your fingers through his hair. sometimes he’ll give you the comb he uses so you can brush his hair with it. he has to admit, it feels nice to have his hair combed by you, and you don’t mind, either, it just gives you more opportunities to admire the amount of care he puts into his hair on a daily basis, seriously, it’s quite impressive.

KAZUHA:

you've become a big fan of wandering around with kazuha, but when the two of you sit down to take a break, eat something, or even write down that line of poetry that kazuha was finally able to come up with, you find yourself absent-mindedly playing with his ponytail. braiding it and unbraiding it, twisting it into a bun and then letting it unravel, anything as you sit and enjoy the sun on your skin. kazuha doesn't mind though. in fact, he enjoys it when you play with this hair, and has said so out loud, too.

because of all this wandering, he takes a liking to finding stuff in nature to put in your hair. a bright dendrobium, a shiny leaf, whatever it is, he'll turn it into a hairpin. if you're wandering through a town of city, he might even buy one for you. it’s only when the two of you are alone that hell give it to you, softly smiling and telling you to consider it a memory of that day’s journey in that particular place. so whenever you run you hands over the accessory, it’s like you’re taken back to the very place he got it from, and you can see him smiling at the accessory in adoration as he thinks about how he’s going to give it to you later that day, and the way he stores it with such care as to not damage it, escpecially if the accessory is one the more delicate side. it’s like a treasure to him.

ZHONGLI:

now that's someone who knows how to do hair. when you first complained to him that today it just doesn't look right no matter what you do to it, he'll offer to help you out. If you accept, he'll sit you down somewhere and put over 5000 years of hair doing to work. short hair or long hair, he'll work your hair with so much finesse but also with so much ease (hey, where did he get that hairclip from? did he have that on him this whole time?). suddenly you've got the best looking hair in all of teyvat. when you try to give him back any accessories he puts in your hair, he declines, insisting that you keep them so you can use them in the future.

of course, he wants you to be able to the styles yourself, and he'll offer to teach them to you, patiently guiding you through even the most complex of hairstyles. he lets you practice on his hair so that you have an easier time seeing what you're doing. listening to a story and drinking tea? you're right behind him, trying to do his hair while holding clips in your mouth. he won't stop there either. he'd tell you the best ways to care for your hair, the best products out there. even his favourite place to buy accessories. why he buys accessories and keeps them on his person? no one knows.

#shrimp genshin writing #twilight-theatre #genshin #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #amber #amber x reader #itto #itto x reader #kazuha #kazuha x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader

[koopashells]

Bowser x GN!Reader : Relationship Headcanons

Random relationship headcanons about Bowser because I have a lot of totally normal thoughts about him. Enjoy <3!

Despite how mean and tough he is to his minions and his enemies, he never shows that same sort of attitude towards you at all. It can be very jarring to see him shout and boss around his minions one moment and be sweet and gentle with you the next.

He understands his appearance and strength are intimidating, and so he is always sure to be extra loving towards you. No matter how much you reassure him, he'll always secretly worry that he might scare you away one day.

He is a big fan of PDA and will be clingy and touchy, not caring who is watching. If you voice complaints or tell him you're uncomfortable, he will listen... and just hover around you instead. He just likes being close to you!

If he feels like he isn't getting enough attention from you, he will pout and sulk about it. Maybe huff and puff about it dramatically. Getting hugs and kisses will make him quit the act immediately, though hehe.

Bowser loves showing that he is able to provide for you and protect you. Any meals, clothes, etc. you could want will always be given to you. Any time you feel scared or worried about something, or maybe put into a dangerous situation, he will be right there to keep you out of harms way.

I don't really think this needs saying, but he is very protective of you. He always keeps a close eye on you and isn't afraid to swoop in whenever you need his help. He also doesn't take people disrespecting you lightly and will punish anyone who does so.

It's really important to him that you get along with Jr. and the koopalings, and so he will suggest doing activities all together. Seeing you play and talk with them all makes his heart grow.

Whenever you are the one who initiates any physical affection or you praise and compliment him, he can't help but turn red. He's not really used to receiving this type of attention at all, and it makes him feel good when you remind him that you love him and want to be with him. Physical touch and words of affirmation are his love languages

He adores holding your hand and carrying you in his arms. When you two have a quiet moment together, he will gently take your hand into his claws, giving kisses on the back of your hand. Being the size he is, it's very easy for him to lift you up and carry you, and he will do it all the time.

This does mean he will pick you up at random points of the day by surprise to see your shocked reaction. He can't help but find it cute, especially if you pout and scold him about it. He just loves to tease.

He has so much love to give, and he's such a hopeless romantic. No matter how long you two are together, he will always be passionate and romantic with you. Once you two start dating, you'll never be able to get rid of him. You practically have him wrapped around your finger hehe.

#bowser x reader

[teabutmakeitazure]

What would chrollo say or do if one day his darling yells at him because they dont understand why he wants them. They arent sexy or ugly, not incredibly smart or totaly dumb. They are just normal. The reader has some insecurity issues.

(An insecure darling would not make Chrollo's romantic pursuit easier.)

It's easier to convince someone of something if it comforts them, but all the reassurances and promises of your uniqueness only serve to make you more uncomfortable. Your unworthiness is evident from how you don't look like an actual couple when together. Chrollo is charismatic and attractive, a person that would make anyone turn their head to look at again. You, on the other hand, are a perfect example of an average crowd member. There are no distinguishing features about you or anything that would pull another person in.

Just another person on the street. That's what you are.

You aren't conventionally attractive, simply plain. Neither a bother to look at nor a pleasure. Your facial features aren't unique, and there is nothing about your personality that stands out. Hair texture is normal, your height and weight completely average as well, along with your academic record.

All these facts make you continuously question Chrollo's feelings for you. Why? What does an extraordinary man like him see in you?

Everything apparently. Or at least that is what he told you when you exploded and yelled at him a few minutes ago. His response was immediate, but he only uttered the word 'everything' to your aggressive question and went quiet.

He's still staring at you.

And you're still staring at him.

It's been more than a few minutes, hasn't it?

It doesn't matter. It never did. Chrollo's declarations don't make you feel any better. They actually have the opposite effect. His words only serve to push you deeper in this hole, and it's been ages since you've given up on escape. Both from the hole and from Chrollo.

You can see the gears turning in his head, his eyes softening as he reaches for your shoulder. The action is futile, for you step further back, unaware of the wall a few steps behind you. Your back never meets it because Chrollo is faster. His hands grip both your shoulders with a bit of strength at first, but it becomes gentle.

Unfortunately, you also lack any intelligence to tell whether or not the hurtful expression on his face is genuine.

The both of you stare at each other for a few more minutes, neither wanting to break the silence. Before you could find comfort in the lack of conversation, Chrollo's mouth opens. Words haven't even left his mouth yet, and you've already accepted his inevitable scolding of you putting yourself down.

"You are everything to me," Chrollo declares, voice initially a whisper. "You are everything I am not and never can be. You are part of what I have been seeking for so long, the answer to many of my questions."

His grip tightens again, but you don't have the strength to even whimper. Breaths intermingle at how close the two of you are. It is a line you never dared to cross, an invisible boundary of personal space that even Chrollo begrudgingly respected. But now, as his fingers tighten around your shoulders in a bruising grip and eyes bore into yours, you realise that there are parts of his mind you will never understand.

"Other people never appreciated you. They never saw you as anything worthwhile, but they were wrong. They will never know how foolish they were. Only I can appreciate you, see you for what you are worth. I have always coveted you as you are and never demanded you to change any aspect of yourself."

Memories of your inadequacies flood back in, demands to change yourself in return for relationships and opportunities. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and only further proves Chrollo's point.

"Those imbeciles will never know what a treasure they rejected."

#chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #chrollo lucifer x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #this is a setting i would LOVE to expand on aaaaaaaaaa ill make a separate post on it soon #chrollo brainrot

[your-local-baguette]

HEYYYY it’s me again with another amazing request😏 okay so this time it’s Marc Snuffi and reader okay so I was thinking Marc has been not coming home in time because he’s a coach and reader made food for him because she was excited because it was his birthday but he came late and reader fell asleep on the dinner table and when Marc came home he saw them and felt bad and guilty and he woke up the reader and she felt sad and marc got sad so he prepared a small dinner for both of them and celebrated his birthday and a kiss😏 (I’m really bad at endings you can change it cuz I don’t really like the end)

I see like no snuffy stuff apart from parental figure so im really happy you requested this. Im also having a kind of writer block so just at the right time lol. May our delusion unite. Im also horrible at cooking so more delusion to believe in

I feel like its gonna be a little short... Anyway enjoy!

To never let go...

A slight humming echoed through the apartment only to be heard by yourself. Your wooden spoon pushed the vegetables around in the frying pan. Fresh fried vegetables, along with some tagliatelle who were cooking in a pot next to you. You swiftly took out plates, dividing the vegetables portion unevenly, more for you beloved husband, he must be hungry after all that work. You also took out the noodles, sprinkling some cheese and sauce over both portions. A bit of salt resting on top of all vegetables pieces and a miso soup on the side. You brought the plate on the table, sitting in front of yours, tapping your nails excitedly against the hard wooden table. The clock ticked, seconds by seconds turned in minutes by minutes.

It had been fifteen minutes and your smile started fading, more tapping your nails in anxiety than excitement. He was usually home by now, you kept your hopes up and waited.

The minute needle on the clock had already did one and half turn, you gritted your teeth in anxiety. It was already eight pm, your eyes started to feel heavy, you layed your head next to your untouched plate. Soft music playing in the background, your mind drifting off to sleep, the second you felt yourself go, the door sound woke you up. You didn't even have the energy to get up, your body and mind too exhausted to do anything, you were wide awake but head layed in your arms and eyes closed. Quiet steps could be heard, like it was done on purpose" im awake love" you said raising your upper body, rubbing your eyes and stretching afterward. You walked toward him and opened your arms to which he welcomed himself." Hello" he said in one of the most gentle voice, you cupped his face, looking up at the man embracing your fragile body." Happy birthday. Let me reheat the mea-" he shushed you with his finger" don't bother, you're clearly exhausted, i'll make something" " bu-" " no bargains" you nodded, lower lip sticking out a bit. He smiled at you expression walking in the kitchen, you sat down and watched his back with a smile. A comfortable silence filling your shared apartment, well that was apart from the soft music in the background.

A plate was placed in front of you, a candle resting in front of it, the last and most important piece to finish this magnificent view, was your husband. Sitting calmly in front of you, face resting in his palm, other one placed over your hand. This was so intimate somehow, you both ate in a peaceful quietness, an intimate dinner, every word shared through your crossing gazes. Smile attached to the both of your lips, they closed like magnets, connecting in a swift but gentle motion. The instant felt like thousand of years, when parted only to be joined in one last peck. An intimated gesture that leaded in one of the sweetest moment.

The music of your first date, playing in the background, both of your bodies swaying around in a romantic dance. The exact same dance of the night of your wedding, both of you stuck in your own world, the other people just absent. Only thinking about one another...

The majestic ice white dress followed your steps, bodies pressed against one another, face inches part. Only eachother for eachother, a romantic slow playing in the background, other couples dancing around. But both of you in center of it all, the flowers decorating your freshly styled hair, lips joined in a kiss that ended and started something. The slow ended, your arms still didn't leave his neck while his still rested on your hips. Clapping could be heard has everyone was staring at you and Marc....

The music fell silent as you both stood in the middle of the living room, embracing eachother in a hope to never let go

To never let go...

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fanfic #blue lock fanfiction #bllk fanfiction #marc snuffy #marc x reader #snuffy x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #please help i think im having a writers block

[brisquad-unit-4402]

slow dancing with ike

turning up to luca’s 12 minutes stream early in the game when you can dance with your wife got me in the mood to listen to some romantic oldies while writing my next request but then blue moon by dean martin came up, and i made the connection that ike is blue, and that he sings, and that you can dance with your wife and agh argh aggh just take the fluffy warmup

update from the day after i wrote that author’s note: just finished the 12 minutes stream. no spoilers but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AUAUGH AUGH GGGHAHHH AAAAGGAAAH GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH [distant minecraft injury noise]

anyways check this out while you read i promise it’s worth it

tags: fluff, just straight unadulterated fluff, yeah okay i finally used älskling are you happy now, gender neutral reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey. Hug me?”

Ike wraps himself around your body, and you sink into his embrace. As gentle as the novelist is, when he holds you it’s always just enough that you feel sensitive but secure, like a treasured plushie. 

You aren’t sure exactly what got you in a clingy mood today. You both spent the day on errands by yourselves, and by the time Ike got home after you, you were both too pooped to cook, so you called a delivery pizza and called it a day. 

Maybe the candles had done it? Earlier that afternoon, you met up with a friend and he dumped some unused votives on you as thanks for a favor. When you got home, you figured you’d light them and try out the scent. Sure enough, your home was filled with an aroma that smelled something divine, and when the pizza arrived, neither of you bothered to flick the overhead light on and instead dined in the romantic candlelight with a decidedly unromantic dinner.

Doesn’t matter now. Your appetite was satisfied, and with Ike around your grasp, you were at peace. What a beautiful night, and what a beautiful man. He’s got to be an angel on Earth, there’s no way there’s someone this perfectly kind, perfectly witty, perfectly handsome just shows up naturally. And for you, no less, what a gift it is to be held by Ike!

You lift your head off his shoulder to aim for his lips, and when he meets your kiss you’re certain, this is your heaven.

The space in the crook of his neck is the perfect resting place for your head, and you lean back into him as you sway from one foot to another. A hand trails down his arm to meet his fingers and rises with his palm in yours, and just like that you’ve got him in a position perfect for slow dancing. In fact, he’s picked up what you’re trying to do already, and goes along with your lead.

“This is what we’re doing now?” Ike asks the question innocently, like he doesn’t know the answer.

“If you’d have me.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Me neither.” With the next step, you circle around your living room by the candlelight and sweet scent in the air. “I don’t really care for the complex styles of dancing with a partner. I just like doing it.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that.” Ike wasn’t lying about his inexperience. His first steps are unconfident, but he follows your initiative relatively well, and soon enough you move as one, simple but in sync.

The steps are slow, and when the circle is complete Ike lets go of one hand. You unravel yourself in a flourish, and before a moment passes you’re back in his grasp. The light tailwind brushes a lock of his hair to the side, and his seaglass eyes crinkle in quiet delight. “This is nice.”

“I’m surprised it took me this long to goad you into it,” you say. “I wish I played some music before we started, though. I don’t wanna leave, but dancing in silence is tough.”

“Let me remember something.”

Ike’s eyes close, and he squeezes your hand as if a silent plea to keep him safe, to never let him go. You keep a predictable rhythm and hold him closer. You’re leading, after all, and it wouldn’t do if you lost track of him when he trusts you to keep him steady. 

When he returns to you there’s a faraway look in his seaglass, the type of foggy clarity that only comes to him when he has a song in mind. “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone with a dream in my heart, without a love of my own…”

You dance, and Ike sings. His voice meshes well with the rhythm you lead him in. The candlelight casts shadows upon his features as you place your lips along his cheek down his neck. 

“Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for-” You don’t miss how his breath catches when your kiss falls right under his earlobe. “You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.”

The song pauses as you toy with his sensitive ears. You look up at him with a mix of pouting and pleading. 

“Darling, if you want me to sing, then don’t tease me. That comes later.”

“Party pooper,” you joke. 

But you obey, and weave your arms around his neck in a new embrace, more intimate than the last. Your head rests against his collar, and you catch a hint of his cologne. Coffee and traces of fruit follow you as you feel his heartbeat. 

The song continues. “And then there suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms will hold.”

Ike’s hands reposition. One curls around your waist to keep you stable, while the other cards through your hair. “I heard somebody whisper, ‘please adore me,’ and when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.”

The hand on your head tilts you to meet Ike’s eyes, glistening with tenderness through the green and blue. His gaze goes straight through your heart and into your core, until his long lashes flutter closed and his lips are against yours.

Ike is soft. He always has been, and there’s so much strength in being so soft. His mouth fits against yours perfectly, and every little movement enchants you more and more.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer, tighter, and travels up the small of your back along your spine to your shoulder while keeping your head in place even as you shift to get closer to him. You’re never close enough. But you still have him by the neck, and your nails glide along the nape of his neck as you cling to him. Just like that, his sweet kiss is even more magnetic. 

Your eyes are slow to open once you part, but when they regain their vision Ike is the handsomest man in the world, and everything apart from him blurs away.

“Please don’t let me go,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop. I need you.”

“Älskling,” Ike purrs, and you can’t even pretend to resist anymore. You return another kiss like a second life. You pulse in pure adoration when you meet the other side of his mouth, so warm and inviting. Ike intoxicates you until every last thought is how he plays with your hair, how gorgeous his little noises are, how good it all feels. 

You’ve never felt more loved.

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luxiem x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #nijisanji en #4402 writes #the amount of times i had to take a break because When's It Gonna Be My Turn #you are not immune to älskling #shoutout to the 1000000 blue moon covers i listened to so i could get a vibe on a tenor range for this song like ike #never found one but we can get... close? ish??

[ghosttotheparty]

little freak

also on ao3 cws: weed; smut (there is barely any plot to this); like,, a lot of spit (they're gross) (affectionate); obv very much nsfw minors go away <3

Steve Harrington has a problem with love.

It’s not what it sounds like. He loves love. Always has. He used to like people-watching, seeing all the couples that were obviously new to their relationship because they couldn’t stop giggling and glancing at each other, and all the couples that had obviously been in love for years based on how they moved around each other so easily. He liked hearing his friends gush about their girls they liked, taking about how beautiful they were like they were the sunrise, and he’d eavesdrop in class to hear the girl giggle about the boys that flirted with them.

It changed in high school. Giggles and snickers about mutual eye contact and blushy cheeks turned into lewd laughter and high fives after parties.

He went along with it. Pretended he wasn’t a hopeless romantic. He let it slip through sometimes, while he was with girls. He’d whisper about how beautiful they were, caressed their faces, brought them water and cleaned them up afterwards. Was gentle and kind and loving, even when he knew they wouldn’t last. He gained a reputation for it. The King, the Hair, the Sweetheart.

But none of the girls ever stuck around long.

A few of them just wanted to mess around with him, and even though he fell for them about as quickly as humanly possible, he let them go as soon as he knew they didn’t feel the same way. Most of them just didn’t work out. Which was fine. He got used to it.

He loved love, but it wasn’t for him.

But knowing it didn’t stop him from falling. Over and over. He stopped telling them he loved them after Nancy.

He fell a little in love with Robin at Scoops, and then he fell a little more in love with her in the Russian base. But when he declined him and told him about Tammy Thompson, he couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of relief about it. It took a while, but he later realised it was because he didn’t just love her romantically, but he loved her platonically too. So knowing that she still wanted to be friends made him happy. So happy.

As he fell more in love with her platonically, he fell out of love with her romantically. And now she gets to hear all about his hopeless romanticism, much to her infinite annoyance. None of her advice works, because no amount of advice can stop his heart from working the way it works.

She listens to everything. He appreciates it.

He tells her almost everything. He even tells her when he realises that he’s into guys, and when he cries (because of course he cries about it), she climbs into his lap and holds him tightly.

He doesn’t tell her how he realised he likes boys.

Eddie fucking Munson.

In all honestly, he think it’s absurd.

He’s known him, really known him, for a little over a month. But he’s still…

“Hey, Rob?” Steve asks softly, looking at where Robin is lounged across his bed next to, her legs tossed over Steve’s, the air between them hazy.

“Hm?”

She blinks her eyes open and finds him. Her eyes are bloodshot, probably matching his. He pauses, looking back at the ceiling.

“How long do you have to know someone to fall in love with them?”

She hums softly, passing the bong over to him, and he takes it.

“‘S a good question, Stevie boy,” she says as he smokes, looking up at the ceiling like it’s a television screen. She’s quiet for a moment as he exhales, watching the smoke fade into the air of his bedroom. “‘S a really good question.”

She struggles to sit up, like her head is too heavy, and she squints at him.

“‘Cause like… in movies when two characters meet and they fall in love before the movie’s done, that’s… expected?”

“Mhmm.”

“But in real life, if someone falls in love after, like, a month?” Steve blinks at the floor. That’s about how long it took for him to fall for Eddie. Give or take a few days. “That’s pretty crazy.”

“Is it though?” he twirls his lighter between his fingers. “Why is there, like… an acceptable amount of time to fall in love?”

“‘S a good question.” She sighs, letting her head fall back. “Maybe it doesn’t matter.” She sighs heavily. “The heart wants what it wants, et cetera.”

Steve hums before he says softly, “C’mere.”

She sits up as he takes a long hit, and he holds it for a moment, leaning over and touching her chin as she parts her lips, smiling. He blows the smoke into her mouth.

She inhales it all, and as he finishes, she leans in and pecks his lips. A laugh bursts out of him, and she snorts obnoxiously, blowing out the smoke as she giggles.

“This is why people think we’re dating,” Steve says when he stops laughing, which just makes her laugh harder, and then he’s laughing harder for some reason, falling against her as their legs tangle.

—————

Steve can see in the dark.

Robin thinks it’s an odd side effect of the bat venom.

Steve likes it, actually, when it’s the middle of the night and he hears a creak in the hall or across the room and he can just open his eyes to see what it is. (It’s always nothing. Just the house settling or whatever. Never monsters like he expects.)

It’s also nice to have because he lives in the middle of the woods. No traffic lights or street lights to help him search the tree line or the driveway.

He can also hear weirdly well, but he’s always been able to do that. Even when he was a kid, his friends would joke that he was like a dog. He’d hear things in the hallways no one else could, the buzzing of the overhead lights, the scratching of other people’s pencils on paper, the creaking of their desks. Which is why he can hear when a car pulls into the driveway in the middle of the night, even though he’s asleep.

He sits up, blinking at the dark as he listens. The car drives slowly over the gravel and Steve moves to look out the window, achy with sleep. He watches as Eddie’s van pulls to a slow stop, transfixed, stuck, wondering if he’s dreaming, until he sees Eddie get out of the van and pause next to it, looking at the front door.

Eddie knocks as Steve is headed down the stairs. The knock is short, tentative, and Steve swings the door open just a few seconds open.

Steve didn’t turn on the light, but he didn’t need to. He can see Eddie fine in the dark.

He’s been crying.

His eyes are glassy, his lashes wet, and his nose and cheeks are rosy. His voice is weak when he speaks.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Steve says softly, staring at him, aching. “Nightmare?” Eddie nods, unblinking. “C’mon.”

Eddie kicks his shoes off as Steve shuts the door, and then he follows Steve to the kitchen.

He’s wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt Steve recognises as his own. So that’s where it went.

Eddie leans against the counter in the kitchen and sips at the water slowly as Steve rubs his back gently.

“You wanna talk about it or not?” Steve asks quietly, whispering in the silence of the kitchen. It’s so quiet it almost hurts, like Steve can hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

Eddie scoffs, smiling dryly at his cup.

“I never know how to answer that,” he says softly.

Steve smiles at him.

“Tell me about it,” he says, sliding his hand up to the back of his neck. “If you don’t wanna talk about it we can just go to bed.”

They do that sometimes. Go to bed together. When one of them has a bad night, or the nights they get too drunk or high to do much else. It’s physically painful sometimes. Sometimes even more than the bats. But Steve doesn’t let it stop him, because the next night his pillow smell like Eddie, and on particularly bad nights, Eddie does this nice thing where he strokes the sides of Steve’s neck lightly, just over his scars. It always makes him fall back asleep.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut and he exhales, leaning his head back as Steve squeezes. He’s quiet. Steve can hear his swallow.

“I lost you,” he breathes, so quietly Steve almost doesn’t hear him.

Steve blinks.

“What?”

Eddie presses back into Steve’s hand, looking at the ground and blinking. Steve can hear his fingertips shift on the glass.

“Everything… went according to plan,” Eddie whispers weakly. “You went with the girls to fight Vecna. I went with Henderson with the bats. Everything was…” He pauses, swallowing. “Everything was fine.”

Steve waits, pressing his fingertips into Eddie’s hair for a moment before he moves to stand in front of him.

“Except you didn’t come back.”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, pressing a hand to Eddie's arm.

“You know…” Eddie swallows as his voice cuts off, and he blinks hard, furrowing his brows as he stares at the ground. “You know those… few seconds after you wake up from a nightmare where you, like… don’t know where you are?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. He slips his fingertips under the sleeve of Eddie’s shirt. Eddie blinks again, taking a sharp breath, and Steve slides his hand under the sleeve, rubbing and squeezing at Eddie’s bicep carefully.

“I thought you were gone, man,” Eddie chokes.

“‘M right here, Eddie,” Steve murmurs. He reaches out to take Eddie’s glass carefully before he sets it on the counter and squeezes Eddie’s arm tightly, the way he likes when he’s panicking. “I got you.”

Eddie breathes Steve’s name and he reaches up to hug him tightly around his neck, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“‘S okay,” Steve murmurs to him, squeezing his arm tightly. Eddie lets out a soft sound, one of his hands shifting to the side of Steve’s neck, his fingernails dragging over his skin lightly. Steve closes his eyes, pressing his other hand into the small of his back.

They sway together, like they’re falling asleep standing there in the kitchen, holding each other until Eddie’s nose nudges Steve’s jaw.

“Can we go to bed?” he whispers.

Steve pulls away, sliding his hand down Eddie’s arm to his hand before he squeezes and pulls. Eddie follows him sleepily to the stairs and up to his room. He crawls into bed as Steve shuts the door.

Steve slides under the blanket next to him, and after he settles, the silence falls back around them. Steve looks up at the ceiling, listening to Eddie’s breathing. He might be waiting for him to fall asleep.

He likes when Eddie sleeps in his bed. He likes to listen to each of Eddie’s slow, steady breaths, likes to know how alive he is.

Eddie shifts after a minute, rolling over, and Steve pushes his head into the pillow, exhaling waiting, until he feels something against his arm.

He blinks at the ceiling, his heart pounding as Eddie traces a line over his forearm lightly. His hand is cold against Steve’s skin. It feels nice.

Steve takes a deep breath as Eddie’s hand slides over his forearm slowly, and he listens as Eddie takes a shaky breath, his hand steady on Steve’s arm before he squeezes tightly. Steve wants to ask if he’s okay, but he doesn’t.

Instead he shifts, rolling toward Eddie a little bit to press his hand over Eddie’s. Eddie’s hand tightens, and he pulls a little bit, until Steve moves closer, and Steve’s heart feels like it might beat out of his chest as one of Eddie’s arms slowly, slowly, slowly, slides across his stomach. Steve is almost shaking.

It’s not like they’ve never cuddled before. But it’s never been… like this. It’s never been this slow and careful, tentative but so…

Steve rolls onto his side, pulling Eddie closer, and his eyes flutter shut when Eddie nuzzles into his chest, sighing. Steve tilts his head, and Eddie’s curls ticking his face as their arms tighten around each other, and their legs twist together.

Steve can hear Eddie’s heartbeat. It’s fast.

Eddie presses his face into Steve’s chest before he shifts, moving closer until his cheek presses to Steve’s. Steve smiles as their cheeks squish together, as he feels Eddie’s eyelashes flutter against his skin, as Eddie’s fingers tighten on his arm.

Steve reaches up across himself to find Eddie’s hair, pushing his fingers into it carefully and tucking it back. Eddie exhales, tilting his head up and nudging their noses together. Steve’s chest tightens.

He can feel Eddie’s breath on his face, like a summer breeze on his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut as his body aches. Eddie’s hair is soft between his fingers, and he tugs at it gently.

Eddie’s lips brush his. A soft whimper escapes Steve, and his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Eddie just releases his arm, reaching up to touch his neck.

His fingers brush over Steve’s scar, and Steve keens, his lips parting as he exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels Eddie’s tongue slip across his mouth.

And then Eddie is kissing him.

Steve gasps, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and Eddie kisses him harder before he pulls away, silently sitting up and pulling Steve’s other arm so he wraps it around Eddie’s shoulders. Steve cooperates, watching, wide-eyed, as Eddie lays back down, settling on Steve’s shoulder and tilting his head up.

Their eyes meet in the dark. Eddie’s are lidded, dark and shining and curious, and Steve’s throat feels tight. He pushes Eddie’s curls back, and Eddie’s fingertips dance across his neck, and their eyes close as their lips meet again.

Steve has no idea what’s happened right now. But Eddie Munson’s lips are on his, and Eddie Munson’s tongue is in his mouth, so he doesn’t care. Eddie’s fingers press against the skin of Steve’s neck, and Steve exhales, catching Eddie’s lower lip between his teeth and tugging. Eddie lets out a strained breath, pressing closer to him, his legs tightening around Steve’s.

A soft sound escapes Steve, interrupting the silence of the room (save for the sounds of their heavy breathing and their lips). He can feel Eddie’s mouth curve into a smile.

Eddie is smiling. As he kisses Steve.

Steve kisses him harder, letting himself be desperate. His hands are shaking, but Eddie’s feel steady as he grips Steve’s neck tightly for a moment before he holds onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve shifts, rolling on top of Eddie and resting his weight on one arm as he leans over Eddie.

He kisses Eddie almost anxiously, biting his lip and shivering when he hears Eddie’s breath catch. Eddie slides his tongue into Steve’s mouth, humming softly when Steve sucks at it, pushing a hand into Steve’s hair and gripping tightly.

Fuck.

Steve chokes on his own breath, pausing and panting into Eddie’s mouth, his brows furrowing like he’s going to cry when Eddie licks across his mouth.

Steve leans back down, holding Eddie’s cheek in his hand, kissing Eddie lazily, leisurely, letting out a breath when their tongues slide together.

He wonders if Eddie knows he’s him. If maybe Eddie fell asleep and is, like. Sleep kissing him. If Eddie is actually dreaming about… someone else.

But when Steve lifts his head again, breathing hard, Eddie’s eyes flutter open, and he smiles up at him almost dopily, like he’s high. Steve exhales, smiling back, his thumb brushing over Eddie’s cheek softly as he scans his face. Even in the dark Steve can see that Eddie’s lips are slick with spit. Steve’s spit— The realisation makes him moan, embarrassingly, but Eddie’s smile just grows, and he pulls Steve back down by his hair.

Steve’s never kissed anyone like this before.

Messily, sloppily, the quiet sounds of their lips and tongues almost filthy. Obscene. Every girl Steve’s kissed, he’s kissed carefully. Gently. Sweetly. But Eddie is humming quietly as their lips slide across each other, slick with spit, tugging at Steve’s hair. Steve pulls away to catch his breath, staying close enough that Eddie can tongue at his mouth.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes. Steve opens his eyes, looking down at him, caressing his face, searching between his eyes frantically for anything wrong, but Eddie just looks up at him almost sleepily and murmurs quietly. “Spit.”

Steve blinks, his hand stilling on Eddie’s face, watching as Eddie opens his mouth and holds out his tongue.

Steve spits in his mouth.

It’s the grossest, weirdest thing he’s ever done, but he shivers when he watches Eddie swallow it, when he hears him moan softly.

“Fuck,” Steve breathes before he leans down and kisses Eddie so hard their teeth clash. Eddie groans, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and licking into his mouth.

Steve tilts his head, kissing him deeper, holding his neck, until Eddie pulls away with a gasp and pushes at Steve. Steve pulls back, blinking confusedly as Eddie sits up.

Eddie is panting, reaching up to the back of Steve’s head as Steve kneels next to him and pulls him into a desperate kiss. Steve hums, pushing his fingers into Eddie’s curls.

“C’mere,” Eddie mumbles against his mouth, pulling at his hair. Steve puts his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, looking down and moving forward to straddle Eddie’s lap. “Yeah.”

Eddie’s hands grip Steve’s waist as Steve kisses him again.

Steve’s hands clench in Eddie’s hair, and Eddie whimpers, tugging at Steve’s waist as he licks into his mouth desperately. Steve pulls away, panting, sliding a finger across Eddie’s bottom lip.

Steve gathers spit in his mouth, pausing for a moment, and he knows Eddie knows what he’s doing, because his eyes linger on Steve’s jaw working. Steve pushes the spit out so it drips over his lips, and Eddie watches raptly, a smile spreading across his face.

“Little freak,” he murmurs as he leans in, and Steve grins, closing his eyes as Eddie licks the spit up, his tongue sliding across Steve’s lips and chin slowly. Eddie kisses him again, sliding his hands under Steve’s shirt to his skin. Steve groans quietly, his back arching, reaching to grab at Eddie’s hair.

Steve gets stuck there, sucking on Eddie’s tongue, tugging at his hair, kissing him like he’d die if he didn’t.

Until Eddie pulls at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over Steve’s stomach and sides, pulling away and breathing hard as Steve lets him pull it over his head.

“Eddie, I have to tell you something,” Steve bursts when it’s off, as Eddie is tossing it aside.

“What is it?” Eddie whispers, looking up at him.

Steve’s chest rises and falls with every rapid breath, and Eddie must be able to tell that he is fully panicking, because he reaches up to Steve’s neck, stroking his scars carefully.

“What is it?”

“I…” He hesitates, looking back and forth between Eddie’s eyes anxiously. “I’m in love with you.”

He just breathes the words, barely says them at all, but Eddie hears it.

Eddie pulls at his neck, tugging him down into a gentle, slow kiss. Steve whimpers, holding Eddie’s wrist. Eddie’s other hand slides over Steve’s waist, careful over his tender scars.

“‘M in love with you too,” he murmurs against Steve’s lips.

Steve jerks back, his eyes wide.

“Shut up.”

Eddie laughs lightly, tracing Steve’s scars, squeezing the softness of his waist.

“Why do you think I come to you after every nightmare?” Eddie whispers softly.

Steve blinks at him, his eyes burning.

“Really?”

Eddie’s gaze softens even more, and his fingers trace the line of Steve’s jaw lightly, fondly. Steve’s never been touched like this before. In a way that makes him want to crawl off the bed and fall to his knees right here. Just to worship him.

“I’ve been in love with you for like a month,” Eddie whispers.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying to you, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, smiling, running his fingers over Steve’s chest. “I’d never lie to you.”

Steve squeezes his burning eyes shut, and he knows he’s never been a pretty crier, but he can’t stop himself. When he lifts a hand to hide his face, Eddie takes it away, leaning up to press a kiss to Steve’s chin.

No one’s ever kissed Steve’s chin before.

“How long have you been in love with me?” Eddie asks quietly when Steve wipes his own face.

“Like a month,” Steve whispers.

Eddie leans back against the headboard of the bed, his eyes wide as he holds Steve’s chin.

“Wow,” he breathes.

Steve relaxes on his lap, setting his hands on Eddie’s belly, pushing under his shirt.

“You really love me back?” Steve asks softly, weakly. Eddie nods. “…Why?”

Eddie gazes at him, pressing his hands against Steve’s waist, whispering.

“Why not?”

Steve blinks, faltering.

Why not?

Steve feels like he can’t quite breathe. Eddie looks so earnest, like it’s the obvious question to ask. Why wouldn’t Eddie love him? Why shouldn't Eddie love him?

Steve’s lip quivers.

“C’mere.”

Eddie pulls him into a hug, buries his face in his neck, runs his hands over the scars on Steve’s back. Steve rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder, and he sighs heavily.

“Fuck.”

“Hm?”

“No one’s ever loved me back before.”

He doesn’t know why he says it. He probably shouldn’t have, he thinks as Eddie falls silent, still touching Steve’s back. His face flushes with heat, and he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck.

“So you’re saying I’m your first?”

Steve snorts, pressing his face into his neck harder.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Am I the first person you’ve spit on?”

“Yes.”

“Was it okay?”

“Yeah. It was… kinda hot.”

Eddie pulls away, setting his chin on Steve’s chest and looking up at him, his eyes shining like he’s begging, and Steve already knows. He starts to gather spit before Eddie even opens his mouth. He pulls at Eddie’s hair to move him backward, gazing for a moment before he leans over him and lets his spit drip off his own tongue onto Eddie’s.

He presses a thumb to Eddie’s throat, waiting for him to swallow, but Eddie just closes his mouth and works his jaw, closing his eyes as if in bliss.

And then he reaches up to hold the back of Steve’s head and pulls him down into a deep kiss, pushing their combined spit into his mouth. Steve groans.

“So gross,” he mumbles when they part, looking at the ceiling as Eddie snickers. Steve looks into his eyes before letting the spit drip out of his mouth, down his chin, and he smiles when Eddie’s hands tighten on him.

“God, you’re gonna kill me.”

Steve smiles, reaching to hold Eddie’s chin and leaning down run his chin across Eddie’s cheek, smearing the spit across his skin. Eddie lets out a soft noise, almost a whimper, and his hips jump. He gasps, his hands flying to grip Steve’s hips.

“Fuck, sorry,” he says breathlessly.

“S okay,” Steve whispers, setting his hands on Eddie’s and pressing so he holds him tighter. “Want you to.”

Eddie tugs at Steve’s hip, rolling his own hips up as he gazes at Steve curiously.

“Fuck, yes,” Steve chokes, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping. Eddie laughs softly, leaning in and kissing his chest carefully.

“Want you to come,” Steve says softly, reaching to tug on Eddie’s hair, pulling so his head falls back looking down at him before he grinds his hips down, watching as Eddie's jaw drops.

“Shit, Steve.”

“Can I make you come?”

“You keep this up, I’m barely gonna last, baby.”

Baby.

Steve beams, his eyes squinting under his smile.

So he keeps it up. Tugging at his hair, rolling his hips, pressing kisses over his face and neck. He can tell when Eddie gets closer, listening to his breaths, to his heartbeat, feeling his fingers tighten on Steve’s hips.

“Steve,” Eddie pants. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes closed, bottom lip bitten red. “Pull harder.”

Steve yanks his hair, using his other hand to grab his face. Eddie’s mouth falls open with a whimper, and Steve spits, kissing him messily.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m—”

Steve watches, grinning.

“There you go,” he murmurs.

“Love of my fuckin’ life,” Eddie sighs.

Steve giggles, leaning in to kiss his forehead, and he groans when Eddie’s hand slides over his lap, grabbing at his dick through his sweatpants.

Eddie kisses him carefully, nibbling his lip as he squeezes gently.

“Want you to fuck me with this sometime,” he murmurs. Steve keens, dropping his head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Okay.”

“You want to?”

“Yes— Yes, please.”

“I’ve heard rumours, you know,” Eddie says softly. Steve’s hips jerk up into his hand, and he presses.

“What’ve you heard?” Steve asks weakly.

“How good you are.” Eddie turns his head, kissing Steve. “How sweet you are with them. How fucking hot.”

Steve hums quietly, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“Don’t look like that anymore.”

Eddie presses a wet kiss to Steve’s bare shoulder, sliding his free hand around to the small of his back.

“Still goddamn gorgeous.”

“You think?”

“Fuck, Steve. You’re fucking distracting, Steve. Even during the end of the world.”

Steve giggles, but it’s cut off by a quiet moan.

“Heard one girl say how pretty it is,” Eddie murmurs, squeezing again.

Steve exhales sharply.

“You wanna see?” he asks breathily, and Eddie smiles against his shoulder.

“Show me.”

Steve leans back, letting go of Eddie and reaching to tug the waistband of his sweatpants down and pull his dick out. He giggles when Eddie whistles.

“Big boy,” Eddie murmurs, leaning up and kissing Steve softly. “She wasn’t wrong.”

Steve grins.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yes. Please.”

Eddie looks down again, licking his lips like he’s starving.

“You’re probably wet enough,” he says thoughtfully, looking up at Steve again. “But just in case.” He holds a hand in front of his mouth.

Steve grins, reaching to hold Eddie’s wrist as he spits into his palm.

“Thank you,” Eddie says politely, reaching down.

Steve’s head falls back as Eddie touches him carefully, gently, tenderly.

“Okay?”

“Mm.”

Steve hears Eddie laugh softly. It might be Steve’s new favourite sound. (That and the way their tongues sound when they’re making out. That’s also nice.)

“Feels so good,” he mumbles weakly, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck again and kissing him. He misses his mouth and lands the kiss somewhere on his cheek, but he doesn’t care.

Steve moans weakly, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair and tucking his face back into his neck like he’s hiding.

He is kind of hiding.

It’s the middle of the night, and the lights aren’t even on. And they’re still quiet, even though they could be screaming and no one would hear. (Next time.)

Eddie’s hand runs over the small of Steve’s back firmly, and Steve’s hips jerk up.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “Fuck my hand, baby, show me how you’d do it.”

“Fuck,” Steve whines, reaching down to hold Eddie’s wrist tightly as he fucks into his hand. “Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.”

Tears spark his eyes as he whimpers, as he listens to Eddie murmuring to him.

“Doing so well, Stevie.”

Steve lets out a loud whine, and Eddie swims in his vision.

“You okay?” Eddie asks softly, slowing his hand, but Steve squeezes his wrist, pulling at it so his hand moves.

“Yes,” he whimpers. “Feel so good, Eddie, please, please, please.” He gasps, his head falling forward as Eddie’s hand moves again. “Fu-u-uck.”

“Jesus, Steve. You’re such a sweetheart.”

“Eddie?” Steve asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Do you— Do you wanna take a shower with me after this?”

Eddie laughs, saying yes, his hand tightening, and Steve sobs, his free arm wrapping around Eddie’s neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Steve chokes.

“Come for me, Stevie, I got you.”

Steve is trembling, clutching at Eddie’s wrist tightly as he comes, whimpering quietly into Eddie’s neck. He can feel Eddie’s heartbeat against his cheek.

“Fucking Christ,” Steve moans, his voice muffled by Eddie’s skin.

“You okay?”

“You broke me.”

Eddie laughs evilly, and Steve snorts, shaking his head before he sits up and gazes at him.

Eddie lifts his hand, looking at it as Steve gazes at him, and then his eyes meet Steve’s as he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking Steve’s come off his fingers. Steve inhales deeply, looking at the ceiling and suppressing a smile. Steve rests his arms over Eddie’s shoulders, and he looks back at him to find him sucking on one of his fingers, his eyes trained intently on Steve like he’s trying to use telepathy.

Steve scoffs.

Eddie lowers his hand, smiling and opening his mouth, showing Steve the come on his tongue.

“Jesus.”

Steve leans down, holding Eddie’s cheek, kissing him on a way that would be tender if it wasn’t for him to lick the come out of his mouth.

“You’re a lot kinkier than I thought you’d be,” Eddie says breathlessly when they part.

“You’ve thought about this?”

“Constantly, yeah.”

Steve smiles at him.

“What’s you think about?” he asks, tucking himself away, and Eddie glances down, raising an eyebrow. Steve snorts, leaning down and kissing him gently. They pause there for a moment, their mouths lingering, sighing.

“You know, I almost didn’t come over tonight,” Eddie says softly, one hand pressed Steve’s back, the other hanging off to the side, his forearm resting on Steve’s hip. Steve nudges their noses together.

“Why?”

Eddie shrugs lightly, his eyes tracing Steve’s throat. Steve looks at Eddie’s neck, at his matching scars.

“Kept thinking it was… just a bad dream,” he says quietly. “When I woke up, like, all the way, I knew you were fine. Logically. But I just…”

He lets his head fall forward, pressing his forehead to Steve’s collarbone. Steve combs through his hair carefully.

“Needed to, like. Make sure.”

Steve kisses the top of his head.

“‘M glad you came over. Missed you.”

Eddie lifts his head and presses soft kisses across Steve’s collarbones, across his chest, his throat, under his chin.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” Steve whispers.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Eddie mumbles against his jaw. “Got a reputation to keep up.”

“Okay,” Steve says, giggling.

He pulls Eddie’s head away to kiss his temple softly before he sighs and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

Eddie sighs, closing his eyes.

“I love you,” Steve whispers softly.

“I love you too.”

They force themselves up to shower after staying there for a few more minutes, and halfway through the shower Eddie steps up behind Steve, wraps his arms around him and presses a soft kiss to his neck. Steve closes his eyes and lets his head fall back to Eddie’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

He almost falls asleep. Eddie nudges him to finish their shower when he feels him sway, and they giggle into each other’s mouths.

Eddie steals a different shirt from Steve after they dry off. Steve lets him.

He falls asleep with Eddie’s heartbeat against his face, and he thinks maybe he doesn’t have such a problem with love anymore.

#this is the grossest thing i’ve ever written #it was kinda fun #spit is the only kink that I Know they both have yk #i say as an entire asexual #anyway #steddie #steddie oneshot #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

[boybandposter]

✩ Everett (Dislyte) Headcanons !

warnings: there is a sections for NSFW ‼️ Nothing detailed/explicit but there is implied sex and preferences. otherwise it’s nothing crazy ! but still, mdni in that section ! It is labeled for a reason

word count: 697

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- I feel like due to his past regarding Ophelia, he has a hard time trusting people and letting the become anything closer than an acquaintance. Despite being a caring individual, he doesn’t want to experience another betrayal.

- Obviously Everett’s love language is gift giving. As a staunch believer in “actions speak louder than words”, he’d much rather show than tell. Although with his disability it can make it a bit tough, Everett is determined to make sure the people he loves know that he cares.

- If Everett catches feelings for you, he’s in denial. Him? Like someone else romantically? Never. Everett would avoid you at times, but he’d subconsciously seek out your company anyways.

- If When he confesses to you, he’s blubbering like an idiot. He was already so quiet and the few words he had were long gone from his thoughts. A bright pink would stain his cheeks after admitting his feelings, and would quietly ask for a kiss (What a gentleman).

- He definitely asked if he could be your boyfriend instead of the other way around. In his eyes, it’s a privilege and blessing to be with you. After all, you’re taking in a broken man, physically and mentally. In all honesty, he’s shocked that you even said yes (even though you were crushing on him hard).

- If you like to bake, he’s head-over-heels. It’s one of the few things he truly enjoys, and if he could simply bake with you all day he would. His favorite is to bake cupcakes and watch you decorate them. If he can, he’ll purposefully wipe some flour onto his cheek— he’s planned it perfectly. You’ll tell him he has something on his face, he’ll act oblivious, then you’ll wipe it off with an endearing smile.

- With his job in the Esper Union, it makes it hard for him to find the time and energy to do things with you. On his night shifts, he’ll shuffle into your shared apartment and immediately make his way to your room. Even if Everett is about to pass out, he’ll always make sure to give a lingering kiss on your cheek. Whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear before changing and climbing into bed with you.

- You got a favorite flower? Well, Everett will make sure to buy you a fresh bouquet every week with a small note filled with his love and a signature. He always feels his cheeks turn pink when he opens his phone to a text from you, thanking him as usual and telling him how much you love him. His coworkers often catch him rubbing his face with his hand to try and calm himself down after getting praise from you.

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- Everett’s a bottom. Let’s make this clear; after his past trauma, he wants nothing more than to be taken care of by his woman. He never really knew it, but then again he never really saw himself in a relationship.

- Please praise him, he goes absolutely crazy when you talk to him and give little words of encouragement. The first time you called him a “good boy”, he immediately folded and quietly begged to hear you say it again.

- If you were to ask him to top you, he wouldn’t ever say no. Everett only has two positions if he’s topping— missionary and mating. And by the gods was he gentle. Slow, deep, and even strokes as he quietly pants against the skin of your neck, small bites here and there. Everett feels awful every time he leaves a mark, and profusely apologizes when he sees the small bruises along your hips and the small bites left along your shoulders and collarbone.

- Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. Everett would have to be out of his mind if he didn’t take care of his beautiful girlfriend after she worked so hard for him. He’s gentle in bed and outside of it. He’ll always clean you up (with a little help from you due to his limitations) and make you some dinner. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take a little extra time to clean up where he can, just for a little extra time with you in the morning.

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authors note: erm. Yeah, IDK IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN NSFW BYE. 🙁 also for those seeing this, my requests are open ☆

#florence writes ! #fanfic #writing #dislyte x reader #dislyte #requests open #x reader #everett x fem!reader #everett tyr #everett dislyte #everett x reader #headcanons! #reqs open #everett dislyte headcanons #everett dislyte x y/n #everett x y/n

[ofthecaravel]

Brandy

Chapter Four

Summary: A port on a western bay serves a hundred ships a day, and the lonely sailors flock to the Caravel Cantina, run by the Kiszka brothers (minus one). But when their brother returns with a handsome sailor in tow, the youngest Kiszka brother finds his perspective about his family and himself turned upside down.

Tags: Nothing but good vibes tbh

Words: 5.4k

A/N: This is my apology for the last chapter. My bad! Enjoy.

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After two hours, the sun had finally started to peek through the heavy clouds. Though it had continued to drizzle, Sam and Daniel had decided to brave the weather and grab a quick lunch at the pub attached to the inn. Due to the weather and it being the middle of the work day, there weren't many patrons, and Sam picked a corner booth for them to eat quickly where nobody would bother them. Now that he knew why Daniel wasn't keen on public places during the day, Sam felt the inherent need to help blanket his presence with the antisocial cues he'd picked up over the years that he used to go unbothered in public. At lunch, Daniel spoke in hushed tones as he regaled Sam with his sailor's stories, and with each tale, Sam swore he could see the ocean fall and rise in his eyes. As Daniel got lost in the details of near death encounters and simple fishing trips, Sam could see the sea and all her raging glory. 

Sam had a few drinks with his meal, and when they'd returned to Daniel's room, he felt the liquor sitting warmly in his stomach and smiled at the calm it spread through his body. He'd been so wound up the whole day that it felt good to finally feel present in his body. Sam sat on the chair set up next to the record player and tucked his legs to his chest, resting his cheek on his knee with a dopey smile as Daniel locked the door behind them and tossed the keys onto the dresser. When he saw Sam curled up on the chair, he gave him a crooked smile and a questioning eyebrow raise.

"What?" Daniel laughed.

"Nothing," Sam chirped. "Wow, did they really provide a record player without any vinyl to play on it? What a scam."

"It came with one on it but I haven't played it yet," Daniel answered, lifting the glass lid and gently moving the record already on the platter. 

"Play it," Sam said, his demand coming out more like a gentle request. Daniel nodded without a word and turned it on, lifting and then dropping the needle as the record began to spin gently. A burst of soft crackles faded into a quiet orchestral suite, and Sam nodded along to it as Daniel sat on the edge of the bed closest to him. He began tapping the percussion onto his knee as they listened in rapt silence and Sam found himself tracking and humming the low notes as the music swelled.

"Before you ask," Sam blurted suddenly, startling Daniel but not interrupting his rhythmic tapping. "I don't dance."

"I wasn't going to ask," Daniel assured him with a grin, his eyes darting around the wall in front of him like it was plastered in sheet music he was following. "I don't dance either."

"It's just, I wouldn't put it past you to ask," Sam continued. "So I figured I'd clear it up."

"Fair enough," Daniel chuckled, and they settled into another spell of quiet as the record moved onto the next track, a romantic woodwind heavy song that furled and flirted. For some reason he couldn't put words to, it made Sam's cheeks burn in embarrassment, and he opted to avert his eyes from Daniel as he lolled his head against the back of the chair. His braids, now frizzy from the rain and humidity, pressed uncomfortably into his skull and he leaned forward again to pull loose their ribbons. Sam worked his fingers against the tight ribs of the plaits and loosened them, pulling free two curtains of waves that he finger combed together. When he looked up, Daniel was watching him with an odd glint in his eye. His pupils were wide but his lids were low as Sam shook his hair back and shot Daniel a grimace.

"What?"

"You're pretty."

Sam thought back to that first conversation at the jukebox only a few days ago when Daniel had said the same thing. He recognized the look in his eye now. He had seen it then, too. Sam didn't say anything but held his gaze, resting his head on his knee again and allowing himself to really look at Daniel. He mentally traced the shadow of his collarbones pressing against his shirt and the moisture still clinging to his curls as they framed his sharp face. 

"Like a mermaid," Daniel went on in a way that Sam expected to lilt upwards into a joke, but instead Daniel swallowed nervously and let his eyes flit to Sam's mouth for a moment as Sam's lips parted.

"I'm no mermaid," Sam insisted, his voice soft and gravelly.  

"You're as pretty as one," Daniel insisted. 

"You said that already," Sam pointed out with a coy smile. "Uh, so are you."

Daniel blinked in surprise at Sam's admission, leaning back but never tearing his eyes from Sam's.

"Complimenting me twice in one day?" Daniel mused. "Should we call someone about making it a national holiday? I mean, this is unheard of."

"Oh, shut up, I'm trying," Sam sputtered, pushing his hair out of his face anxiously. "We can't all be smooth talkers like you."

"I triple dog dare you to compliment me one more time before the day is done. Three is a holy number, you know."

"Are you a pious man, Daniel?"

Daniel grinned wickedly at that.

"I'm a fucking angel," Daniel said, and the grit in his tone sent a flash of heat through Sam.  

"As if," Sam challenged, giving Daniel an unimpressed look. Daniel shot it right back to him. 

"I thought I asked you to compliment me, not insult me," Daniel remarked. "You've done enough of that."

"Alright," Sam huffed, sitting up straight and taking advantage of the courage his adrenaline was supplying him with. "Just because you have an angel face doesn't mean you're an angel. There's a compliment and an insult to balance it out. Happy?"

"Yes," Daniel beamed. "You think I have an angel face."

"Shut up," Sam repeated dumbly, his nerves short circuiting his brain once again. 

"What should we do instead, then?"

Daniel wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Sam to let him know that his words had no real bite to them if Sam didn't want them to. 

This made it all the more satisfying for Sam to watch his eyes widen in surprise when Sam abruptly stood up, straddled Daniel, cupped his cheeks and connected their lips all in one flurry of motion. 

Daniel gasped against his mouth and grabbed frantically at Sam, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Sam's waist and pulling him into his chest, causing them to tip backwards and land with Daniel flat on his back and Sam hovering over him. They both laughed against each other's lips, knowing there were plenty of jokes to be made in this situation, but neither making any move to separate. Sam dove his hand into the pool of Daniel's waves and grasped them at the root, holding his head in place while he rained down a barrage of feverish, open mouthed kisses that Daniel received with smiling lips and panting breath. Sam hadn't kissed anyone since he was a kid, but with Daniel, it was like this was all they knew how to do together. It was a natural rhythm they moved to, with Daniel pressing their bodies together as Sam held them steady. Finally, Sam came up for air, his hair wild and his mouth pink and wet with spit as he struggled to breathe. Daniel stared up at him unblinking, his face painted with pure bliss and his hair fanned out around him like a painting.

"You were never going to kiss me first," Sam gasped between breaths. "Were you?"

"No," Daniel breathed raggedly, his hands smoothing up and down Sam's sides, eventually pushing up the thin fabric of his shirt to do so without a barrier. "Never."

"You're so..." Sam shook his head, not sure where that sentence was supposed to go. 

"Yeah, same to you," Daniel agreed, knowing in the way that he always did.

Sam was lost for a moment, staring into the depths of Daniel's face, only snapping out of it when Daniel pitifully knit his brows and tightened his grip on Sam's skin.

"Sam," he pleaded simply, and Sam couldn't help but indulge him, dipping down again and giving Daniel a much softer, lighter kiss. They both sighed into it, moving slowly and intentionally as Daniel licked over the dip in Sam's bottom lip and gently slid his tongue into Sam's mouth, who accepted it with a quiet whine. If he hadn't been so caught up in the moment, Sam would've found this involuntary noise completely humiliating, but Daniel rewarded him with a muffled groan of his own. Sam tested this, allowing another whimper to escape when Daniel squeezed his hips. Daniel proved his hypothesis with the manic way he sat up and suddenly flipped Sam, who landed on his back with a squeal and giggled into Daniel's mouth. His giggle was cut short and morphed into his loudest whine yet when Daniel's mouth left his own and traveled down Sam's neck, leaving behind a trail of feather light kisses that sent shockwaves through Sam's entire body. He'd thought the strain in his pants was the most sensitive spot on his body right then, but he decided it was definitely his neck, unable to keep himself from whispering a stream of praises as Daniel nipped at the base of his neck and kissed his way back up to tender spots at the corners of his jaw.

"I bet," Sam started, struggling to form words as Daniel pushed his shirt up further and ghosted his fingertips over Sam's smooth skin. "That move must drive your girls in other ports crazy."

"What?" Daniel asked absently as he kissed along Sam's collarbone.

"You know what they say, that a sailor has a girl in every port," Sam joked breathlessly.

Daniel moved away from Sam's skin, giving Sam a shockingly serious and earnest expression as he looked down at Sam. His hand moved up and brushed Sam's hair off his forehead, twisting his wrist to graze his knuckles along the outline of Sam's cheek and jawline.

"I don't have girls in other ports," Danny rasped sincerely, his eyes dancing over Sam's features. "I have you. In this port. If, uh, you'll have me."

Sam's face heated up and he linked his arms around Danny's neck, unabashedly shining his full, unrestrained smile up at him. 

"Yeah," Sam hummed softly. "Sure. I'll have you."

"Good," Daniel responded. "I mean, you know I can't stay."

"I know," Sam whispered, his stomach sinking a little at the thought that Daniel would be gone in only a few days. He recalled something Daniel had said at lunch and repeated it. "No harbor is your home."

"Nope," Daniel agreed, his mind drifting as he skimmed Sam's bottom lip with his thumb. "But, I mean, you know I've been sailing this whole time for you, right?"

"Fuckin' liar," Sam insisted, kissing the tip of Daniel's thumb. "You just met me."

"But I was waiting for a while before that. I knew there was something out there worth risking a life at sea for and here you are. I just have this feeling you're that 'something', Sam."

"Daniel," Sam protested, overwhelmed and flustered at Daniel's words. 

"I'm serious!" Daniel laughed, rolling off of Sam and laying next to him, propping himself up on an elbow. "You feel it, too. Admit it. You like me. You really, actually like me."

"Danny," Sam whined, covering his face with his hands. 

"Danny?" Daniel echoed with amusement. "You know, I've always hated that nickname. It feels so childish. But I actually like it when you say it."

"Yeah?"

Sam turned onto his side and put a hand on Daniel's cheek, tipping his chin down to look straight into his eyes.

"Danny," Sam breathed teasingly, drawing out every syllable in a sing-song melody. Daniel's eyes fluttered and Sam felt the skin under his fingers grow warm. 

"Sammy," Daniel breathed back in the same cadence, letting Sam drag him down into another long, spit slicked kiss that left Sam unconsciously arching up off the blankets and into Daniel's needy touch. 

"Stay," Daniel murmured against Sam's lips, lifting his own shirt up to press their bare chests together as Daniel leaned against him again. Sam shuddered at the welcome sensation of Daniel's chest hair tickling his own smooth chest, snaking his arm around Daniel's torso and tracing shapes around the muscles on the toned expanse of his back. 

"You stay," Sam countered, pouting.

"I want to," Danny muttered longingly, giving Sam a few more kisses before speaking again. "I do. But I have a job. That ship would fall apart without me."

"You're a model pirate," Sam teased, and laughed when Daniel rolled his eyes. "I'm serious! You're an inspiration. You should write a book."

"Ssh," Daniel shushed, his arm wrapping around Sam as he started planting a score of soft kisses on Sam's cheek and jaw. His voice was strained and quiet in Sam's ear, sending a plume of warm breath across Sam's skin that made him shiver and rake his nails against Daniel's back. "I don't know how long I get to have you like this."

"You dog," Sam accused with a giggle, his laugh cutting off into a shaking gasp as Daniel's tongue darted out against the hollow of his throat.

"Oh, please," Daniel hummed gruffly against his skin. "I bought your lunch. I'll even cover your shift for you tonight."

"Ssh," Sam mocked, cupping Daniel's face. "Kiss me."

"As you wish," Daniel smiled, doing just that and a little (a lot) more.

 -

Once the sky was brushed in mauve tones of the setting sun, Daniel walked Sam home, looking both ways down the road before giving Sam another kiss.

"You ready to handle this?" Daniel asked quietly, sensing Sam's apprehension at walking back into the fray of his family. Sam nodded in affirmation, but his heart was fluttering in his chest as he speculated about what exactly he was about to walk into. Had Josh calmed down at all? Was Jake even still there? 

"Hey, it'll be alright," Daniel purred, tucking one of Sam's wild waves behind his ear. "And if it's not, you know you have somewhere calm to sleep tonight if you need it. I'll wait up for you."

"You don't need to do that," Sam insisted. 

"I'll do it anyways," Daniel answered with a smile, and Sam's heart ached longingly. 

"You sap," Sam teased, patting Daniel on the shoulder before turning his body towards the door. "Thank you. For that, but also for today. You're sweet."

"And you're getting sweeter by the minute," Daniel fawned, gently tapping Sam's chin with his finger as Sam groaned and stuck his key in the lock.

"Oh, please, don't gi-" Sam was cut off by the resistance in the door when he attempted to swing it open, looking down curiously as he tried to push the door again. It felt like something was blocking it, and Daniel followed Sam's gaze as he jiggled the doorknob. 

"What the fuck?" Sam whispered, knocking against the door in annoyance and jumping when he was met with the loud crow of a chicken peppered with loud shuffling and muffled cursing. The door swung open from the other side, held open by a ruffled looking Josh and Clarice the chicken curled up in the crook of his arm. 

"Sam!" Josh cried, rushing forward and giving Sam a side hug with his free arm, effectively pulling him into the house. "Oh, my god, come in, where have you been? I was worried fucking sick! I've been sitting in front of the door for, what, 3 hours now just waiting for you to get home."

"I went to the inn and got lunch with Daniel," Sam paused nervously. "And, uh, dinner, too."

"Hi," Daniel piped up sheepishly, still waiting awkwardly in the doorway outside. Josh looked at him past Sam's shoulder, looked back up at Sam, looked back at Daniel and then smiled smugly up at Sam.

"Something tells me you had dessert, too, huh?" Josh whispered, leaning his head so that Daniel couldn't see his toothy grin when he said it. Sam glared at his brother, his face flushing with heat. 

"Shut up," Sam hissed through his teeth, turning towards Daniel as Josh tried and failed miserably to wipe the cheeky smile off his face. "Thanks for walking me home, Danny. I'll see you in a few hours, yeah?"

"Yeah," Daniel confirmed, waving to Josh again. "Good to see you! Give Jake my best!"

"Mmhm!" Josh hummed through closed lips, waving enthusiastically as Daniel strolled away. Josh reached his arm past Sam and closed the door loudly, giving Sam another amused look as Sam looked over his head in an attempt to stave off the inevitable questioning and teasing he knew was coming. 

"What was that about?" Josh squealed in a failed attempt at a hushed tone. Clarice ruffled in his arms as he followed Sam from the door to the couch, sitting down harshly and sending a few stray feathers from Clarice cartoonishly up into the air. 

“What was what about?" Sam asked innocently, unlacing his shoes and kicking them off. He refused to meet Josh's eye as he shrugged off his coat and hung it up, keeping his eyes on the wall while he felt Josh's eyes burning a hole through his back.

"That tension!" Josh hissed, mock gasping and clutching a hand to his heart. "I mean, my god, the way that kid just looked at you. He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of you. It was disgustingly cute. Mostly disgusting, though."

"Oh my god, nothing happened!" Sam scoffed unconvincingly. "I can't have a friend?"

"Who are you fooling with that? 'Friend'...oh, please," Josh chuckled, shaking his head in dismissal. "I know you, dumbass. I know when you're sweet on someone."

"I'm never 'sweet' on anyone," Sam countered. 

"Exactly!"

Sam groaned and sat next to Josh on the couch, startling Clarice again and sending her scrambling out of Josh's arms and half running-half flying to the kitchen. The brothers watched her in quiet entertainment before Sam sighed and rubbed his neck.

"Hey, uh, before anything else," Sam started hesitantly. "Is everything okay here?"

It was Josh's turn to sigh, tucking his knee to his chest as he thought.

"Jake's been locked up in his room for the time I was out here waiting for you," Josh said calmly, shrugging. "I still don't know what I'm going to say to him."

"Me neither," Sam answered quietly, pausing before he spoke again. "We were pretty hard on him, huh?"

"I guess," Josh agreed begrudgingly. "It's just such an extreme situation I figured it warranted that same extremity back. But, I mean, fuck, man. It's Jake. I can't stay mad at him. And if he says he's being safe, then he's probably being safe. You know I worry about him more than I should."

"I do, too," Sam assured him. "And we can be mad about it, too. But he's here right now and I think we should spend time with him while we know for sure that he's safe."

"You're right." Josh smiled at Sam, crinkling his eyebrows thoughtfully. "How did you turn out so smart?"

"I guess I was raised by smart people," Sam replied with a shy smile in return.

"Aww," Josh cooed, leaning his head against Sam's shoulder. "Shucks."

"Come on, let's go get our questionably smart brother," Sam announced, standing up and leaving Josh to lean over and fall on his side on the cushions. He sighed in agreement and rolled dramatically onto the floor before getting to his feet and following Sam to Jake's door. They gave each other a nervous look before Sam rapped his knuckles against the wood.

"Jake?" Sam called. There was no response, so he opened the door and found Jake face down on his bed, one of his legs hanging off the edge and his arms buried under his pillow.

"Come on, Jake, up and at 'em," Josh urged, sitting on the mattress with a cheerful bounce.

Jake gave a muffled grunt in response, snuffling wetly and not moving an inch. 

"We're not mad anymore," Sam insisted, sitting cross legged on the floor by the head of the bed. 

"Concerned, yes, but not mad," Josh added, and Jake groaned. "Oh, for Christ's sake, Jake, we don't think you're some evil pirate villain."

"We do think you're stupid, though."

"A little, yes."

"But that's only 'cause we love you!"

"So much!"

Jake finally lifted his head from his pillow, and his brothers physically recoiled when they saw Jake's pink face puffy from tears, lined with wrinkles from the pillow and sweaty hair glued to his forehead. He looked absolutely pathetic and worn down and Sam immediately burst into raucous laughter. Josh's laughter escaped as a loud stream of air whistled its way out from between his clamped lips and Jake scoffed loudly at their reactions as he sat up.

"Some family you are!" Jake cried and Sam launched into another round of hysterics, falling back onto the rug as Josh clamped a supportive hand on Jake's shoulder but failed to let out any coherent words of affirmation, giggling whenever he tried to speak.  

"You look like Rip Van Winkle after his 20 year slumber," Sam wheezed. 

"Yeah, I was weeping because my family was furious with me," Jake explained slowly, sitting up while Sam and Josh attempted to contain their laughs. "And now said family is laughing at my sorrows."

"I'm sorry, Jake," Josh lamented, wrapping his arms around Jake's shoulders and nuzzling his curls against Jake's ear. "Your sorrows are just really funny looking."

"You're funny looking."

"No, you're funny looking."

"We're all funny looking," Sam said, leaning forward and joining in the brotherly embrace by resting his chin on Jake's knee. "Sorry, Jake."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Jake sighed, combing his damp hair with his fingers. "I shouldn't have lied to you guys, and I'm really sorry about that. I don't like lying, I just knew you'd get upset."

"And we did," Josh agreed, Sam nodding along with him. "You know it's because we care. Just...next time you become a swashbuckling pirate captain, please tell us."

"I will, I will," Jake finally laughed. "I love you idiots a lot, you know that?"

"We love you too," Sam hummed, and Jake patted his head. Josh crushed Jake in a hug until Jake started to wheeze for breath and haphazardly slapped his twin off of him, who kept his arms locked around him as they began to tussle. 

"Avast, ye scurvy dog!" Josh crowed in a stereotypical pirate voice as Jake pushed back against him, sending Sam into another laughing fit. He leaned back and watched his older brothers bicker and eventually roll off the bed onto the carpet as Josh chuckled and Jake clawed out of his embrace. 

"We don't even talk like that," Jake protested, chuckling breathlessly. "You'd be surprised."

"Do you have a skull and crossbones flag?" Sam asked, sitting cross legged attentively. 

"No," Jake answered patiently. Sam frowned. 

"Lame," Sam said in disappointment. "Daniel said you did."

"Daniel is a damn dirty liar, then. When did he say that?"

"Over lunch."

Jake's eyes widened and Josh's impish grin returned as Sam realized what he had done.

"Over lunch?" Jake parroted, his voice lilting in shock. "When did you have lunch?"

"Today," Sam answered coolly, ignoring Josh's silent kissy faces. "We hung out while I was mad."

"Wait, you were out that entire time?" Jake gasped, Josh's glee visibly heightening as Sam shrank back. "So, what, 9am to 6pm?"

"So?" Sam squeaked out, already breaking out in sweats from this interrogation. Whenever the twins cornered him, they always got the information that they wanted. Sam didn't even know how they did it. Together, they could weave together the perfect trap that Sam fell into every single time. 

"And you were getting lunch?" Jake continued.

"He also mentioned dinner," Josh chimed in. "So, lunch and dinner."

"Okay, lunch and dinner," Jake confirmed as they leaned back against the side of the bed in perfect sync. "My, my. That's a lot of time between those two meals. What did you two get up to?"

"We got rained in," Sam answered truthfully, keeping his face as neutral as he could, shrugging casually as he spoke. "Listened to a record, talked about pirate shit."

"He's telling the truth," Jake mumbled, narrowing his eyes to analyze Sam. Sam smiled innocently, wondering if this would be the first time he could actually get away with a secret that was all his own. 

"Hm," Josh grumbled, raising an eyebrow at Sam as a smile crept back onto his face. "So nothing else happened?"

Sam floundered for a moment too long, and he immediately knew he was screwed. Instantly, the twins descended on him in a flurry of triumphant yells and questions.

"I knew it! I knew it! Tell me everything!" Jake hollered, shaking Sam's knee. Sam kicked at them and backed up until he was flush with the wall. 

"There's nothing to tell!" Sam insisted, his voice hitting a shrill range that made him sound even guiltier. Jake and Josh's eyes were flaring brightly and Sam knew that it was going to take a lot more than that to get them to back down. 

"You lie!" Josh argued. "Spill. Did you hold hands?"

"No." Sam spat. 

"Did you kiss?" Jake asked.

Sam clammed up.

"You did!" Josh cheered, smacking Sam on the shoulder and then retracting it just as fast. "Aw, but also ew!"

"No details, have mercy," Jake pleaded, yet continued on his rampage. "But, like, was it good?"

"Ew!" Sam shrieked. "Why do you want to know, you perv?"

"Because I'm nosy!"

"I am also nosy," Josh added with an affirming head shake. 

"I'm well aware, thank you," Sam snapped, cheeks flushing hotly as he feigned supreme annoyance. 

"So?" Jake prodded, both in questioning and with a physical poking of Sam's arm. "Good? Bad? Yes? No?"

"It..." Sam trailed off, mortified beyond words. "It, well, okay, listen-"

"It couldn't have been bad," Josh decided, exchanging a nod with Jake. "You can tell Daniel knows what he's doing. I mean, and excuse me for this, Sam, but awooga." 

"Yeah, no, you need to lock that down, Sammy," Jake agreed sagely. "What if we meet some mermaids? You don't want them stealing your man away from you."

"I'm not worried about that," Sam noted mysteriously, a touch of pride in his voice as he recalled Daniel's mermaid comparison from earlier. 

"Awful confident, aren't we?" Jake teased.

"And yet, you won't tell us anything to give us motivation to back up this confidence," Josh sighed dramatically, side eyeing Sam pitifully in an attempt to pry out more information.

"I thought mum was the word on details, you freaks," Sam said haughtily. 

"We'll start worrying about details when you tell us one singular thing," Jake retorted impatiently. "So far that has not happened. Spill."

"Spill," Josh repeated. Sam let out a deep, deep sigh and rolled his eyes petulantly.

"Well..." Sam started, looking up at the ceiling as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. "I'll have you know I made the first move."

"Now that's a plot twist," Jake laughed as Josh let out a long, low whistle. "Nice to hear you have some guts. I mean, it's news to me, but, wow."

"Do you want me to tell you my salacious escapades or would you prefer to keep teasing me?" Sam snipped, crossing his arms. Jake and Josh exchanged a genuine look of consideration.

"Is 'both' an option?" Jake asked.

"I'd love to do both," Josh agreed. 

"Fuck off, the 'both' of you," Sam whined, weakly kicking at them again. "Now you get nothing."

"Noo," Josh booed. "Come on, one more thing. Then we'll leave you alone."

"Swear to God," Jake promised, and both he and Josh covered their hearts with very serious expressions. Sam sighed again and opted to hide his face behind his hand as he spoke.

"He, uh," Sam went on, hiding his face further in his hand as he powered through. "We kissed. I don't know how long but it was, you know, it was fine. It was...good."

Instantly, the twins recoiled and launched into a loud, theatrical cacophony of overlapping cries and gags. Josh fell backwards, slowly sliding down the side of the bed with a faux death rattle in his throat as Jake shook his head and repeated pleas for Sam to 'spare him'.

"You asked!" Sam shrieked, his body burning from head to toe with flames of embarrassment as his brothers writhed and moaned. They only broke their façade for a moment so they could indulge in the joy of seeing Sam crumple up and scowl at them.

"It was just so graphic," Josh insisted, a smile breaking through his howls of agony. "I mean, the thought of you kissing anybody is foul."

"Kissing is a sacred act," Jake explained, feigning grief as he rubbed his temples. "Now it's forever tainted in my brain."

"YOU told ME to go out with him!" Sam squealed, kicking Jake on the shoulder. "YOU asked to hear about it!"

"Did not!"

Sam let out a wordless howl of frustration and the twins bubbled over with satisfied cackles as Sam struggled to get to his feet, their laughs rising an octave as his socks slipped against the hardwood and he struggled to get the traction he needed. 

"I," Sam snapped, throwing open Jake's door. "Am going to get ready for work. Because I am a responsible adult."

"Okay, okay, but remember," Josh said, wagging a finger at Sam. "I expect you and that pirate boy to keep your hands off each other at work."

“Fuck off!”

Sam listened to his brothers continue to giggle and talk quietly as he stalked off towards his room and rolled his eyes. However, the second his door was shut, he couldn’t help but let his face split into a huge smile as he fell face first onto the bed. With a moment of quiet to himself for the first time all day, Sam let his brain replay every precious moment from his afternoon with Daniel that he could possibly remember. He wondered absently if he should write it all down, just so that he could keep the imagery of every glossy curl that swung in his face and the cadence of every breathy word from Daniel fresh in his mind. Sam’s face burned as he stayed buried in his pillow, trying desperately to keep a little exclamation of excitement from erupting as he thought of Daniel waiting for him at work. God, how was he supposed to focus during his shift? Having done what he’d done and not being able to dive deeper like he wanted to? It was going to be torture. Delicious, delicious torture. 

-

The night had passed slowly, and despite being distinctly aware that Josh and Jake were constantly on the verge of throwing a glass at his head, Sam had been absolutely unbearable and proud of it. Daniel had kept his promise and tried to cover as much of Sam’s tables as possible, but every spare moment was spent tossing glances back and forth and flirting unabashedly. After a particularly ridiculous giggle from Sam at something Daniel had whispered in his ear, Sam had heard Jake mutter something to Josh about a suicide pact, which Josh had accompanied with a gagging noise. 

But Sam didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He was fully aware of how unlike himself he was behaving, but he felt loyal to the compulsion to sink completely into the feeling that Daniel gave him. When walking home, Daniel and Sam strode far ahead of the twins, lost in their own little world. When Daniel talked with Jake for an extra 10 minutes about a Friday night dinner plan, Sam had clung to Daniel’s arm, listening quietly for maybe the first time in his life with his cheek pressed to Daniel’s bicep. When the twins were inside, Sam felt the world melt away into irrelevance when Daniel gave him a goodnight kiss on the front step that turned into two or twenty. And when Sam’s head hit the pillow, he felt every muscle in his body finally relax and his mind let him sleep. A deep sleep at that, one that dreams didn’t even touch, and even in this sleep Sam wished that it would last forever.

~~~

#my fave chapter? mayhaps #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #myart #karoufiction #greta van fleet fanfiction

[claudemblems]

“It’s a lovely night.”

You and Zhongli, linked arm-in-arm, strolled along the sleepy streets of Liyue, relishing in the cool nighttime breeze. The two of you had just finished a romantic dinner at one of the city’s most acclaimed restaurants, and to end your date on a high note, Zhongli had suggested taking a quiet walk around the harbor. It really was a perfect way to draw the date to a close–enjoying one another’s comforting presence before the arrival of the moon beckoned you home.

“Did you enjoy today, My Dear?” Zhongli asked, his thumb caressing your hand in his.

You smiled up at him. “I did. Very much so.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. Every moment with you brings me great happiness.”

He squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back, wordlessly confessing your love once more. You’d noticed throughout your courtship with Zhongli that he never lost that glimmer in his eyes when he looked at you. That same deep affection from the day he revealed his feelings was still there, even more so than before. It was the same for you, too. You never thought you could love someone so much, much less love them to an even greater degree than you had before, yet there you were, gazing at Zhongli like he was the single most beautiful creation in existence. Breath hitching, heat blooming in your cheeks, you were nothing less than a lovestruck fool.

And you wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Oh, Zhongli, look! The stars have come out!”

His gaze followed yours to the sky above, the landscape dotted with a plethora of twinkling stars. Their light illuminated the Liyue night, casting soft glows on the world below.

“Aren’t they just beautiful?” you sighed, childlike wonder gleaming in your eyes.

Zhongli smiled fondly at you. “Truly they are, but your beauty outshines them all.”

Your turned towards him with widened eyes and your cheeks dusted with pink. “Me?” you asked, as if your boyfriend could possibly be talking about anyone else.

But Zhongli simply nodded, holding your hand just a little bit tighter. “I can think of no thing or person that can compare to you. You are wonderful in every way, My Dear, and I shall never tire of your elegance and grace.”

Shyness crept over you, and you hid your face in Zhongli’s chest. “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”

Zhongli’s soft laughter filled the night air as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “When I’m with you, My Darling, my lips can't help but to profess just how much I adore you.”

#KAT WRITES???? NO WAY????? #AND ZHONGLI??? #sorry it's been a month but here's something to tide you over #kat writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader

[merci-bitch]

Hi, I know the serie just came out, but would you consider writing for Larissa Weems? (Wednesday Principal Weems) (Sorry English is not my language)

HI!

She's very tall that lady, but of course! And no worries at all! English isn't my first language either, lmao.

Since with nearly every new character I write I do the NSFW list, so I'm thinking, why not do the same with Ms. Weems? With all due respect of course to the fine lady.

Not my gif !

Warning(s): Well, smut

- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s very caring, very cuddly with you. Almost motherly. Kind of weird to say but she makes sure you’re alright afterwards. 

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes your eyes, your smile. Larissa is a sucker for your whole being.

- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

She loves seeing your chin covered in her juices. Big turn on. 

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Um, she once had you under her desk while she had a meeting. Ask her about how it went...

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Girl knows. She might not know everything, but you help her along the way. 

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I don’t know actually. She likes when you go down on her, and she strokes your hair as you do. Perhaps that. 

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She smiles quite a lot. She feels very happy someone chose her as their number one. 

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She’s well trimmed.

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Larissa can be very romantic, very. Specially for birthdays or anniversaries. You mean the world to her and she will shower you in gifts and praises.

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Mhm, well. She might do it. Everyone does it, but now that she has you, I think she prefers you. 

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Girl got a few. 

Mommy kink, orgasm denial, edging, perhaps a little choking, doing someting rather public

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Girl loves her bed, but there’s always that certain spark when it comes to the risk of doing it in her office. She loves the thrill of needing to be quiet so you wouldn’t get caught. Absolutely loves it.

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You’re ever so sweet with her, her darling girl. So when you decide to be a little naughty, mhm. You best be on your best behaviour around Larissa if you wouldn’t want to be punished.

HER DESK CRAWL.

No more words need to be said. Each time she does that, and she knows it has an effect on you, it always leaves you speechless and a little weak to the knees.

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. Do something that could hurt you, do something you wouldn’t like. This woman cares so much about you, the thought of hurting you makes her want to cry.

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She loves when you decide to help her relief some of the stress. Loves when you go down on her. She wouldn’t be opposed to doing the same for you. Having you sit on her desk with your legs spread, she wouldn’t complain but there is just something that thrills her even more when you go down on her. Your eyes change when you do.

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Larissa could be in a teasing mood, and it would be slow and almost denial in her movements. Sometimes it’s gentle and slow, almost romantic. I wouldn’t say she classifies as rough but she can have days where she just needs to let it out.

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All the time. Yes. She loves it. You find it very useful when she’s not giving you any attention. You’re very good at distracting her.

- Risks (game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She takes risks, and loves trying new things as long as you’re onboard with it.

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can last for a while. She’ll tire you OUT.

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She has a few, but not many. Perhaps a few usual things like a vibrator and such.

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a tease, but it depends on her mood. Sometimes she’s so unfair it’s unfair, and sometimes she gives in when you plead the first time.

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She’s loud, loves when she has to be quiet though. But she has a high pitched moan/cry when she finishes at home. You’re always filled with pride whenever you make her feel so high on adrenaline.

She’ll make you scream.

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

She one time pinned you against the window in her office. It was dark outside but you still had the chance of being seen from down below. It sent a pleasant shiver through the both of you.

- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

She’s wearing like a soft matching set. A soft colour palette to match her pale skin. Lacy bits.

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s normal, but of course. Nothing ever stays the same…👀

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She makes sure you’re alright and comfortable before she relaxes. Makes sure you’ve had enough to drink, cuddled to her side. She falls asleep after you. Sometimes she stays up to read. If you hadn’t lured her to sleep.

#wednesday #larissa weems x reader #ask #lgbt

[elithilanor]

Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p3

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.

@sorrow-and-bliss p3

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