#{{ ok so this could go either really fluffy or really angsty }}

[hitomisuzuya]

Hiii! hope you're doing well❣️

In some recent fic you mentioned scara having a bit of separation anxiety and now i cant unsee it...

Id like to request a very fluffy and a little angsty fic (some nsfw is ok too ^^) where he's been away from us, and since he feels down we make a surprise visit 🥹

I hope it wasnt too confusing...

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluff. some angst. some smut.

this request🥰 i hope the level of smut is okay.

scaramouche hates being away from you like he hates sweets. he loathes it. he despises it. you are what makes the world look a little less gray to him. it makes him very anxious being away from you.

a selfish part of him feels a little resentful for a moment at how nice you are. you'd gone away to help a friend as moral support for a few days. he understood that. he likes how disgustingly caring you are, but why did you have to always go and be so nice all the time?

if you had just said no, and not been so nice then you could be here with him instead. and he wouldn't be in his incredibly foul mood.

sighing, he picks up his phone and looks at the time restlessly. it was already so late, and you no doubt would be asleep. he decided to try and mess around on his phone in an attempt to take his mind off his anxiety.

these attempts usually are to no avail. anything he did, he couldn't stop thinking about you. how much he misses you and wishes you are here with him. he couldn't even play video games because it just wasn't the same without you. you wouldn't be there next to him praising him and calling him amazing when he did well. or encouraging him when he got pissy about something in the game.

he settled on reading your text messages. it was a little comfort to him because those typed words had come from you, your fingers had done the typing and your thoughts had put the words together. however, reading them just made him miss you more.

scoffing, scaramouuche rests his head back against the wall, tossing his phone on his bed next to him. he cringes for a moment thinking it was going to bounce off the bed and on to the floor.

the absolute last thing he needs is to break his phone. then he wouldn't be able to talk to you at all.

relived to see that it hadn't clattered to the floor, he let the quiet of his room settle around him. maybe he turned on the tv and left it at a low volume he would be able to fall asleep eventually? he supposes the sooner he falls asleep, the sooner he can wake up to a good morning text message from you.

he freezes as his phone vibrates. hastily, he grabs it and almost couldn't believe what he read. it is a text from you that says: 'can you come let me in? it's kind of really cold out here🥺'

"shit!" he hissed, and practically fell getting out of bed. he scrambled downstairs and to the front door. were you really here?! life had better pray it wasn't fucking with him. that this wasn't some dream he was having. did he fall asleep without realizing it?

he unlocked and opened the door. there you were, standing there while snowflakes swirled around you. there was only one way he could be sure that this was real.

he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. wrapping his arms around you, he kicks the front door closed and is immediately greeted with the relief that he could feel the warmth of your body on his as your body settles against him.

his arms tighten around you. you are actually here.

"i missed you," you greet, putting your arms around him. "i pulled some strings and came back early," you nuzzle your cheek on his chest. you didn't like being away from him, either.

"i knew you couldn't stay away from me," he teases, smirking as he watches the cute, flustered blush color your cheeks. as vulnerable as he feels, he is also more than a little scared you would see him as weak.

"i couldn't," you reply, smiling softly up at him. you always miss him just as much as he misses you. chuckling, put his finger under your chin and tilts your head up.

the moment that your lips met his, he knows he doesn't have to be scared of you seeing him this vulnerable. you understood him. you are patient with him. you are entirely accepting of his many quirks. you miss him. nobody ever misses him.

but he could feel it in your kiss. in the way you sweetly open your mouth for his tongue. in the way you shiver in his arms as he runs the tip of his tongue on the sensitive roof of your mouth. in the way you moan softly as he deepens the kiss, his hands wandering on your body.

scaramouche fully intended to pin you against the wall of the hallway and start taking off your clothes while he kissed you, but your hand dips down between his legs to cup his erection outside his jeans. he groans as you palm and rub his cock, feeling his back rest against the wall.

it didn't help that some of your text messages to him had been very dirty. scaramouche knew he could just jack off, but that wouldn't cut it. it would only make his cock ache more, and he would miss you even more. he needed you. so so badly.

it's been really, really rough for him.

"let me take care of you now, scara," you said, your lips hovering over his as you unbutton his jeans. he shudders as you free his cock from his confines, and wrap your hand around it. you pump your hand up and down on his pulsing cock, rnassaging your thumb on his leaking cockhead.

a loud moan sounds from scaramouche as he rests his head against the wall, rutting into your hand. it felt so fucking good on his cock that it was overwhelming for him. you brush your knuckles over the vein that bulges to the surface.

"oh fuck, i missed you. i missed you so fucking much," his moan is tinged with a soft whimper, his cock throbbing in your hand. putting a hand on the back of your head, he kisses you. tangling his fingers in your hair, his teeth bit at your lips, his tongue curling and gliding against yours.

his lips linger on yours for as long as they could before scaramouche suddenly tore his mouth from yours. he couldn't stop the string of loud moans that tore from his throat as you increase the pace of your hand.

"oh fuck," he hisses, rutting more urgently into your hand. you gently twist your hand, squeezing his cock in anyway that made him see stars. he shakes as cum spurts into your hand.

"i'm really glad you are back," he moans shakily, losing himself in the pure bliss of your hand stroking his cock through his orgasm.

"like i said, darling," you press a soft kiss on his lips, "i just couldn't stay away."

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi 👋🏻 I’m currently very sick rn and I need cuddles and love from either Clark Kent or Simon Riley, you pick. And could it just be fluffy and sorta angsty with a ps!reader who is just super mopey and mad about being sick and others things. You can pick most of the background for this!!

Btw love 💗 all of your writing 💛🦡🙃

.⋆｡Sick Days and Comfy PJs｡⋆.

Clark Kent x plus size reader

Sick days require your boyfriend to become your live-in nurse, but who are you to complain.

Warnings: sick!reader, fluff, little smidge of angst but not really, general sick warnings, brief nudity WC: 840

A/N: I hope you feel better soon! I’m so glad you find joy in my writing and I hope you get some out of this one 💚

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“I’m dying.”

“No you’re not.”

“I feel like I’m dying.” There was a sigh.

“You just have the flu sweets.” 

“I swear it’s the plague.” The bed groaned and the weight of another person settled on top of it but you didn’t move to look at them. A large hand cupped your head over the thick blanket draped on top of you.

“Can you let me take your temperature again?”

You grumbled back. “No. Too cold.” 

There was another sigh and then the blanket was moved aside, sending a wave of cold air into your little cave of sickness. You groaned in annoyance as you attempted to escape the disruption but before you could, your boyfriend’s thick arm wound around your hips and pulled you up. 

“That’s just the fever talking.” His voice was much clearer now as he held you to his chest while he rummaged around the mountain of things on your nightstand. Your head was pounding with a migraine that was only compounded by your clogged sinuses. 

“Clark.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut against the harsh light bleeding in from the hallway. 

His palm spread out across your back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your shoulder blade as he finally found the thermometer. “Just a couple minutes sweets and then you can go back to sleep.” The cold metal tip prodded your lips for a second before you begrudgingly opened your mouth. “That’s a good girl.” He cooed and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“I hate you.”

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of it rumbling through his chest. “I know sweets.”

“Dumb alien genes.” Clark sighed again.

“I can get sick sweets, just not with anything here on Earth.” You cracked your eyelids open to glare at him again, letting him get a good look at your bloodshot eyes and dark bags from three days of fitful sleep. “Fine. I’m sorry I can’t get sick. How can I make it up to you?”

“Grill me a cheese.” The thermometer beeped and Clark gently pried it from your lips. You gave out a rattling cough. “And lemme wear your pjs.”

He tsked and wiped off the end with a tissue. “Still too high. Alright, how about a nice hot shower and I can throw my clothes and your blanket in the dryer so they’re nice and warm by the time you get out.”

“And a grilled cheese?” He gave you a look.

“I’ll heat up some of that soup mama made. A grilled cheese might be too heavy for your tummy.” You stuck out your bottom lip at him. Clark tugged you up higher on his chest, letting your soft legs wrap around his waist as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. His hands fell to your ass and unable to help himself, he gave the plump cheeks a gentle squeeze.

“But you’re the one that got me sick.” He had taken you out on a little fly around Metropolis four days ago, ignoring your warning that it was too cold for you to be whipping around the clouds with him.

“That’s not- ok fine, I’ll make you a grilled cheese.” You beamed up at him. “But only if you don’t complain about a stomach ache afterwards.” He rose to his feet as gently as he could, keeping you from being jostled too much.

You sighed and clung onto your boyfriend, feeling utterly sorry for yourself. “Don’t like being sick. Hurts so much.”

“I know sweetheart.” Clark kept you wrapped up safely in his arms as he turned on the hot water.

“You won’t leave me?” Steam soon filled the small bathroom, making it a little more bearable when he gently stripped you of the old pyjamas you had on. Clark paused.

His brows furrowed and he looked up at you from where he knelt on the tiled floor, one socked foot in his hand. “I’d never leave you. Where-where’s this coming from sweets?”

You shook your head and roughly wiped away the tears of aggravation. “It’s dumb.”

Clark pulled off your sock and threw it into the laundry basket in the corner before standing up to his full height. “It’s not dumb if it’s making you this upset.” He cupped your full cheek. Your hands curled into his t-shirt and you nodded.

“I’m sorry I’m so annoying, making you take care of me.” 

“Hey. I take care of you because I love you, you aren’t annoying or a burden. You’re mine and that means I take all of you. Ok?” You nodded and he rewarded you with a soft peck to your chapped lips. “Good. Now that we’ve cleared that up. Finish your shower and I’ll get everything ready for you.”

With a gentle pat to your ass, you were bathed in hot water, easing the pressure behind your eyes. “Love you sweets. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

And as the bathroom door shut, you smiled. Sick days with Clark weren’t bad at all.

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[dipplinduo]

I have no idea what you have planned in your devious little mind (compliment), but i have a fluffy image that I like to HC happens after the regular DLC story and lowkey hoping itd fit after whatever the heucking angsty shenanigans youve got planned.

Basically, like right after the climax of ID but before Keiran and Carmine go have a break, ornin SSD's case sometime after Peachy-runt is booted to the moon, Keiran's out sitting out in the Terrarium. Hes feeling guilty and selfshamey, dosnt really know what to do, is just wallowing.

By coincidence, Juliana is out in the Terarium conviniently nearby, probably having a picnic bc part of this idea relys on her pokemon being out, but she hasnt noticed Kerian presence yet. Idk, hes on the other side of a small hill, he foind a lil spot where its intentionally hard to see him, hes just not in Jules' eyeline, whateber reason, she dosnt see him from where shes making sandwiches. But one of her Pokemon dose see him.

Ogerpon.

Now, I may be projecting, but after what shes been through Id suspect Ogerpon is pretty good at reading someone's emotional state based off of body language. And she get to just stare at Keiran for a while, and is able to get a better read on the kid rather than 'lowkey obsessed guy who took the answer of No poorly'.

Keiran is spaced out, trying to process everything that happened, when he feels a gentle weight on his side. Ogerpon has come up, sat down, and is leaning against his shoulder bc she recognises that this kid needs to be grounded to help fight the thoughts. Even if shes still not a fan of him, she recognises that noone should fight those kinds of things alone. So she sits with him as he starts to shed tears.

(Ok im defo projecting, but moving on,)

That scene is the main bit of fluff i like to hc, but its could also continue to Jules' other pokemon take note that Ogerpon has wandered off, sees Keiran too. And they all make their way over one by one as Jules is still making sandwiches (either shes not getting the effect she wanted and starting over, she is meticulusly placing ingredients, or is actually making enough for all of her pokemon to have one)

By the time Jules is done with the sandwich, all of her pokemon are gone (except Koridon/Miridon bc they focused on Sammich), and she finally moves and sees them all huddled around something.

She approches and gets pulled into the cuddle pile on the other side of Keiran, who is now silently crying due to overwhelm, he did not expect this level of care from her pokemon and is able to get a bit of cathartic realease rather than bottling it all up.

Im imagaining it like an animation, and it closes out with Jules taking Keirans hand and squeezing it as she leans more into his shoulder, showing her own quiet support.

God this is some good fluff, projection or no. Immaculately good.

I promise I'm gonna do ya good with end end ending/epilogue.

[joels-golf-club]

Hiii!!! I have a request

Can you write something with heavy angst at the beginning like maybe a fight? And at the end super super fluffy!!! Any Pedro characters!! (Preferably whiskey or pena)

Complicated

A/n: Thanks for the request anon! I decided heavy angst meant HEAVY angst so here you go. It isn't exactly what you requested but this kinda popped into my head when I read your request and I really wanted to write it, I'm sorry. This is my first Javier Peña fic so pls have some grace <3!

Word Count: 3K

All my work is 18+, MDI!!!

Warnings: Swearing, typical Narcos violence, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, torture, real angsty, kinda fluff at the end jk I can't write fluff apparently, mentions of drinking and smoking, poorly translated Spanish (google translate 😃), no use of Y/n, attempted/talk of SA.

Your relationship with Javier Peña was complicated to say the least. You weren't officially together but there were two toothbrushes in his bathroom, there was a drawer full of your clothes in his dresser, and your coat was hanging by his front door.

He made breakfast for you most mornings and you'd kiss him goodbye when he left for work, but you weren't dating. You loved him but you've never said it to each other.

That was the worst part. You practically lived at his apartment and you feared for his life every single fucking day he went to work, but God forbid he put a damn label on whatever you were. So that's how the argument started.

"You don't need to risk your life every fucking day Javi! The world won't end if you just relax for one goddamn second!" Every single day Javi would come home black and blue. Today he came home with a fractured nose and bruises littering his body from a run in with one of Escobar sicarios.

"Why the fuck do you care? You're not my wife! You're not even my girlfriend! You're nothing to me!" The moment those words left his mouth he immediately backtracked. "Querida, I'm so sorry, I didn't me-"

But it was too late you were already walking to the door to grab your keys and pull on your shoes. "No, Javier. You're right. We aren't dating no reason I should give a damn about you. See you around." The door slammed behind you as you walked away and down the apartment complex to your car parked out front.

Your solution to the hurt radiating throughout you was to head to the nearest bar and get shit faced. Javier would've had your ass for going out and getting drunk alone in the crime capital of the world but who the hell was he to tell you what to do. Especially after what he said when you tried to show concern for him.

So here you were sitting alone at the bar, well past midnight, and probably three too many drinks deep. Getting home was the issue at hand now. Home. That should've been Javier's apartment filled with both of your belongings. The two of you should've been intertwined in bed right about now, connected in the most intimate way.

But instead you were drunk, alone, and extremely vulnerable. All because Javier fucking Peña couldn't find it in himself to commit to one person after over a year of almost dating.

As you made a move to walk out the bar and back towards the car you almost immediately stumbled just standing up, no way in hell were you driving across town to your apartment.

Walking wasn't an option either. There were already three men outside the bar looking at you in a way that was much more than just friendly.

There was only one person you could call no matter how much you wanted to avoid it.

He picked up on the third ring. "Hermosa? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said you know that right?" He immediately started spewing apologies the moment he answered the phone.

"Javier, I don't really care right now? I'm drunk, really drunk and there's these guys that aren't too far away from me and I can't drive."

"Where are you, Carino?" You gave him the address and you could hear him grab his keys and slam the door. "Stay where you are and stay on the phone ok? Do not hang up."

You nodded before remembering he couldn't see you. "Ok. " You kept an eye on the three men and couldn't help but notice they were closer than before, they had now crossed the road over to your side of the street. "Javi?"

"What is it? I'm 30 minutes away."

"Javi they're getting closer." You gasped when a flash of metal lit up in the dim streetlight. "Javi they have guns. What do I do? They have fucking guns Javi." You were panicking now and the men were only getting closer. Javier wouldn't be able to do shit in half an hour if the men decided to use their weapons.

"Lock your doors. Do not open the doors. Can you drive at all?"

You're gaze darted around and sent your head spinning. "No. Javi I can't drive! I'm so fucking stupid why would I get drunk right now? Javi what if they try to d-"

The sound of your voice over the phone was cut off by a scream and loud gunshots ringing through the line.

Javi gripped the wheel and pressed the pedal down to the floor while shouting your name. "Hey! What happened? Answer me please!" He called your name again before the line went dead. "Joder que hago? ¿Qué debo hacer? Fuck, what do I do? What do I do?"

With sweating palms and a racing pulse he called Murphy for backup.

After the men shattered your windows with bullets, they roughly yanked you out of your car, uncaring of any cuts or scrapes you got from all the broken glass, and shoved you through the doorway of the house across the street they had sat in front of earlier.

The entirety of the short walk there was spent with you fighting tooth and nail to get out of their grasp while the men felt you up through the tight dress you wore. Their dirty hands grabbed and pulled at every available inch of skin they could reach while you tried to kick and bite at their skin.

"Deja de pelear o te paso una bala por el cerebro! Stop fighting or I put a bullet through your brain!" The press of cold metal against your temple had you freezing where you stood before you were roughly shoved into a chair with the gun still pointed at your skull, keeping you still.

You tried to remember what Javi had told you to do if you were ever in one of these situations. "Do whatever they say, Hermosa. If they ask you what you know, you do not tell them anything. They will kill you the moment they don't need you anymore. Wait for the right moment if you can to fight." Right. Do what they say. Don't answer questions. You could do that.

The man with the gun came closer to you and caressed your face with the back of his hand causing you to jerk away as far as you could. The man's gaze narrowed and he backhanded you across the side of your face, sending you to the ground with your ears ringing. "Don't be a bitch. I'll have to teach you a lesson, then I'll let them have a turn with you, Hermosa." The pet name sent a fresh wave of sobs through your body at the memory of Javi calling you that only hours earlier and the man straddled your thrashing form then pulled out a knife from his jean pocket and cut away at what little remained of your torn dress and undergarments, leaving you entirely exposed to the three men while you fought beneath him.

"Stop! No, don't! Please stop!" You begged as tears flowed down your cheeks and you kicked uselessly a the man pinning you down.

"I told you to stop moving!" The man swung his fist down across your jaw, sending black dots flooding across your vision and make your ears ring once again. "Now hold still or this is gonna be so much worse for you." The man released his grip on your arms to reach for his belt, only for another man to send his boot into your ribs causing you to curl away and let out a wheezing cough.

Just as the man got his button and zipper undone and leaned over you once again you let out a scream and threw your throbbing head forward into the man's nose making a river a blood flow down his face. "You fucking bitch!" He sent his boot into your side again, making your curl up into a ball and gestured to his two men. "Tie her to the chair. Make sure she stays conscious, I want her to know what happened.

The man's words sent your eyes flying open and you immediately kicked and screamed at the hands that grabbed at your bruising arms. "No! Stop! Please, please I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you say, please!" Your screams and begging only brought a sadistic smile to the first man's face when we held up the knife he had earlier and brought the tip to your bare ribs.

He trailed the blade with just enough pressure to draw blood down to your exposed stomach and pressed the tip deeper into your skin and dragged the blade down, forcing a scream from your throat. He did this a few more times before he pulled the bloody knife away from your stomach and up to your cheeks to cut a deep line across both. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear while his hands roamed your bare body, "You look much prettier with that. Look at your pretty little stomach, Hermosa." He forced you to look down at where he had cut into your skin and your sobbed at the markings left there, AJS; the man had carved his fucking initials into your stomach.

Just as the man grabbed at your body again deafening gunshots rang out and the man's body slumped forward against your own while blood from his head and chest spilled across your skin. The two other men barely had enough time to raise their own weapons before more gunshots sounded and they slumped to the floor as well.

You looked down at the body in your bare lap and your tormentor's blank eyes stared back at you. You let out a scream and yanked at your bindings in an attempt to get away from the body, but you only managed to thrash enough to knock your chair backwards and fall to the side when you heard thundering footsteps rush into the room. You forced your eyes as closed as tight as they would go in an effort to ignore what you new was sitting right in front of you. Your body wouldn't stop shaking.

Suddenly hands were on your bare skin and you let out another piercing scream, unable to process the much more familiar grasp that pulled you upright and cut away the ropes on your wrists and ankles. "Shh, Hermosa, it's me. It's Javi." You were still shaking and sobbing when he pulled his jacket off to cover your exposed body and you still wouldn't open your eyes open from their sealed position. "Look at me, Hermosa, look at me."

You finally pealed your eyes open at his soft voice and saw the man kneeling in front of you. "Javi?"

He nodded and made sure your gaze stayed on him when he lifted you up out of the chair. "Yeah it's me, hermosa. You're okay now. you're safe."

At the sound of that name you flinched and new tears sprung to your eyes. "Please don't call me that anymore. H-he called me that."

Javi's jaw clenched and anger flared in his brown eyes but he nodded and continued walking you out of the house to where an ambulance sat outside the building. He set you down on the back of the open vehicle so the medics nearby could check you over but you gripped his hand as hard as you could the moment he let go of you.

"Please don't leave me alone, I can't be alone right now." Your hand shakes where it grips his and you can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises littering the skin there. It all seemed much more real now that you could see the marks on your skin. Your skin. The man had carved his fucking initials into your skin. You looked down and moved Javi's jacket away from your stomach to stare down at where your hip began. Blood covered the wound but you knew what was there. You lifted your hand to try and reveal the marks in a moment of morbid curiosity but-

"Querida, don't." Javi's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "I'll stay with you however long you need, but you can't touch it. Try not to look at it if that helps, alright? Estarás bien, te lo prometo. You'll be okay, I promise." You just nodded and Javi held your hands while the medic checked you over and cleaned and bandaged your wounds.

The medic informed you that you shouldn't be left alone for a few days and that you'd have to change your bandages twice a day, but you were cleared to go without having to go to the hospital.

"You'll be ok staying with me right, querida? You can't be alone and I don't want you out of my sights." You nodded silently to answer his question which only made him furrow his brows and concern took over his face, but he said nothing and just guided you over to his jeep.

The two of you drove in silence for about ten minutes before you spoke for the first time in well over an hour. "Javi?"

"Sí?"

You swallowed hard and stared down at your still shaking hands. Why won't they stop shaking? "I'm sorry for all this. If I didn't try to be so controlling with you earlier and if I didn't go and get drunk like a fucking idiot you wouldn't had to have dealt with me and-"

"Darling. Stop it. Stop thinking for one second that any of this is your fault. You aren't controlling, you care and I didn't know how to act because of it and that is no excuse for any of the absolute shit I said, by the way. And you aren't an idiot, you are the smartest person I know and you just did what anyone would do after a long day. The only people to blame are the hijos de puta that did this to you. So please, darling, for both our sakes don't blame yourself." He had just pulled up to your apartment when he stopped speaking and he parked before turning to face you.

Tears streamed down your face and the tight feeling in your chest was back from earlier and your fucking hands wouldn't stop shaking. "He marked me, Javi..." You whispered in between sobs as your shoulders shook. You looked up just to see Javi's face fall apart.

"He did what?" His voice came out a broken whisper full of pain for you.

"He marked me! He took a knife and carved his goddamn initials into my skin! He made sure it would scar so that I can't ever forget! What kind of sick fucking psycho does that shit?" Your sobs came faster and Javi hopped out of the car and ran to your door, pulling you into his arms.

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. I know that doesn't do shit, but you didn't deserve a single second of what you went through. You know that right?" You nodded and let him pull you out of the car as he ushered you upstairs to his apartment.

Once the door was closed and locked behind you two, you steeled yourself and forced away your tears before turning to face Javi again. You would not waste anymore tears on the fucker who did this to you, he didn't even deserve a thought. You wanted to set things right between you and Javi and if what happened today is what that takes, so be it."Javi. I love you, and I'm sick of your shit."

Shock filled the man's face across from you and he shook his head. This was the first time saying those words to him and the circumstance seemed less than ideal. "Querida what are you saying?"

"I love you so goddamn much and I know you love me and you just won't say it. I will not stick around if it's going to be more of the same as what it has been. You will either take me on a date when I'm over all this bullshit and make what we are official, or I'm getting my stuff and leaving." You stared Javi dead in the eyes and narrowed your gaze when his face split into a grin and he let out a short bark of laughter.

"There you are, baby."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Javi just grinned wider and shook his head before he wrapped you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your temple. You melted into his grasp but confusion still filled you.

"You've had this... this look on your face after everything like you're not quite here but you are now. That's great, baby. And just so we're clear, I will take you on a date the second you are feeling up to it. Then I will take you back here and you can officially move in after I spend hours making up for everything stupid thing I have done or said to you." His voice had taken on a slight seductive whisper at the end that sent a small shiver through you and you grinned as you wrapped your bruised arms around him.

"That sounds perfect, Javi. Now let go of me because I really need a fucking shower or I'm never going on that date with you." The reminder of the blood and grime still on you from the events of the night made you shudder and the mood changed instantly but Javi just nodded and squeezed your hand in reassurance as he walked with you towards the bathroom. He would be with you through everything and he would help you get through this.

[misiahasahardname]

for the character + emoji thing - Jake, Liam and Henry TMF and the sunset duo (any TMNT show): ❤️🧡💛💚📖🏡❤️‍🩹😋

(sorry if this is a bit much 😅)

omg omg ok

idk if it’s meant to be in order or i do all of these for each character listed? i’ll do the latter because i think it’d be more fun

(sorry if these aren’t great, i’m trying my best)

OK!

JAKE

otp - a tie between jaisy and jenry. both mean absolutely everything to me, just for different reasons! (i’m a big fan of fluffy ships and stupid ships)

everyone i ship with this character - daisy, henry, liam and drew (how did this pathetic guy pull so many people?)

brotp - honestly? jalia. lia and jake have great potential as friends!!

notp - i don’t think i have one? (i could list the obvious incest or large age gap ships but like. you’d expect that)

au i’d like to see them in - DEAR EVAN HANSEN AU!!!!!!! (we really cooked when we chose that cast)

domestic headcanon - so him and the dromies move in with eachother. and they realise that jake is SUPER forgetful (the adhd brain fog never clears) so they start putting sticky notes everywhere to help jake remember stuff, like to do chores, to take his meds, that he has an appointment or a date or something… it helps and he’s grateful :>

angsty headcanon - so, so absolutely terrified of losing his friends that it’s genuinely taken a serious toll on his mental health. like he struggles to sleep sometimes because he’s too busy thinking about the things he said during the day and stressing if he said something wrong or if someone took a joke the wrong way. it gets worse after episode nine… i don’t think he’ll ever recover from that. :(

funny/stupid headcanon - was so desperate for money as a kid he pulled out three teeth for the tooth fairy lmao

LIAM

otp - henriam. sorry i’m crazy about them

everyone i ship with this character - drew, henry and jake (i think it’s obvious i’m a big polydromies fan)

brotp - also henriam!!

notp - can’t really think of one?

au i’d like to see them in - can. can we have a vampire liam au. would that be ok. because i’d love to see a vampire liam au.

domestic headcanon - his art covers the walls of the house. he makes sure every room is decorated appropriately, and is constantly painting or making something new to add more character to the house. his room is a total mess because of him constantly working lol

angsty headcanon - unfortunately i do not have enough Thoughts or canon to go off of to make an angsty headcanon. disappointing :(

funny/stupid headcanon - absolute menace on halloween. to him it’s like april fools but in autumn. he will take every oppurtunity to fuck with people on halloween, whether that be through scaring or scheming. he is not allowed to answer the door for trick or treaters because he will either start handing out onions or steal a handful of sweets from their buckets when pretending to hand out sweets. evil (i hope this made sense lmao)

HENRY

otp - JENRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

everyone i ship with this character - jake and liam

brotp - henriam. yes they’re perfect platonically and romantically!!

notp - anyone from the music club (besides jake ofc), mostly for their sanity (this doesn’t mean i would hate to see any ship with him and a music club member, i just personally would not ship it)

au i’d like to see them in - au where he’s in the music club. i just want to see the shenanigans

domestic headcanon - doesn’t do any chores because no one trusts him to be responsible

angsty headcanon - i’m sorry i genuinely cannot think of henry angst. angstless being

funny/stupid headcanon - he jokingly flirts with everyone all the time so no one knows when he’s being genuine or not (this is why you’re struggling to pull, henry!)

SUNSET DUO (doing them both at the same time ig)

i have selected 2012 sunset duo because i’m predictable lmao

otp - for raph it is definetly rasemona (is that what they’re called?) polyamory is always a W!! (also like. i cannot just choose one. it’s impossible. he’d definetly end up dating both of them anyways). i don’t really have an otp for mikey because in all honesty i don’t actually properly ship him with anyone?

everyone i ship with this character -

brotp - i mean……. brotp feels like a weird term to use for them but. it’s them. sunset duo. yippee! (i also think pepperoni pucks and raphril are fun, underrated friendship dynamics)

notp - NOT EACHOTHER. NOPE. nothing relating to tcest or other incest shit. gross weirdos

au i’d like to see them in - my very own extended family au!! i’ll talk about it one day i promise—

domestic headcanon - they’re definetly the closest brother dynamic out of all the others. they hang out regularly, whether it be they’re training together, playing video games (and getting way too competitive), or just chilling out. i feel like they’d also look after chompy and ice cream kitty together. shared responsibility or smth

angsty headcanon - thanks to their amazing twin senses (sunset duo are twins trust me) they know a lot of… dark things about eachother.

funny/stupid headcanon - they both have physical touch as their main love language, it’s just with eachother that ‘physical touch’ is beating the shit out of eachother. they will playfully slap, punch, and nudge eachother regularly, and these actions only sometimes escalate into fights where they need to be pulled apart by their brothers!

gaymers i have no idea if these made any sense or if they were even good. i’m sorry

[munsonsreputation]

ok, ok, envision it, #4 taylor prompt:

steve harrington; i wish you would

congrats on reaching that milestone love! 🫶🏻💖

elizabeth!!!!

my apologies that it took me so long to get to your request 😭😭 i hope i was still able to do it justice and i hope you love it!!

"i wish you would" is one of my fave tracks off 1989 and im so ready for the rerecord of it!! it's also sooo steve harrington encoded -- i hope you like my twist of angsty fluffiness!!!

It was 2AM — too late of a time for either of you to be awake right now.

But Steve was on the other side of the door.

And you were also on the other side of the door.

Just an old wooden door separating the two of you but no one daring to make the first move and open it all because it came down to one thing—pride.

You and Steve had a hell of a lot of pride, which often led to stupid arguments over the dumbest things. Usually, the fight would resolve in a matter of minutes, if not maybe hours. Arguments never exceeded days or weeks—that was until now.

It was safe to say that outside your relationship, you each had lives consisting of managing a VHS store and yours filled with busy days at college completing a very stressful internship. The only time the two of you would get to kick back and relax is when you came home to each other. Spending the winding days in bed or lazily making dinner before falling asleep in each other arms on the couch.

Either way, it was both your and Steve’s preferred way of living.

That is until life got a bit too real and hectic, leading the two of you to spend less time together and more time on different schedules.

Family Video had incorporated a new tracking system which caused Steve to need to stay back later, trying to work through the stupid software so that the opening shift didn’t call him the next morning complaining about it not working.

Your internship was taking a toll on you mentally, requiring you to get up earlier than usual and head to campus in order to get work done before the day ended. Your colleague in the program had totally ghosted you, leaving you to pick up the slack when you weren’t quite sure how much of it you could carry alone.

By the time Steve got home, you were already asleep.

And by the time he woke up you were already gone.

The place you two shared didn’t even feel like a home anymore. Just simply a place where you two were in passing of each other before going off to live completely closed off lives. Suddenly, the energy just shifted, as if the two of you were now a crooked love with no idea where this was headed.

It was brutal for both of you, but of course it was always easier to blame each other instead of figuring out how to work past it. It didn’t help that the both of you were quick with your words, always biting back at one another with insults that neither of you really meant, just being used in the moment to deflect.

It blew up last week when you and Steve had both woken up late. The home phone blaring with calls from Family Video and Robin paging Steve every second. The alarm clock in your bedroom ringing sharply jolting the two of you awake.

Maybe it was the morning grumpiness combined with the exhaustion you two were facing, but either way it resulted in an early morning argument that was like a train running off the tracks.

“When’s the last time we even had dinner together?” You asked sharply as you combed your hair in the bathroom mirror.

Steve lifted his head after he spat out the toothpaste, glaring at you in the reflection. “It’s not my fault that by the time I get home you’re already passed out on the couch. What do you want me to do? Haul your half asleep body into the kitchen and force you to make spaghetti with me?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your comb back into the drawers, slamming it shut as you walked away from him, though he was hot on your heels, still going on.

“Or wait do you want me to take you to Enzo’s so you can sleep in a booth while I eat never ending breadsticks?”

He watched you fling open the closet doors, grabbing a jacket and throwing it over your outfit, before you stared pointedly at him, “You’re such a fucking dick, Steven!”

“Oh, so I’m the dick now? How about the last time we had an actual conversation with each other that wasn’t just hi, hello, and bye?”

You brushed past him, bending to pick up your backpack and sling it over your shoulder. He reached into the closet, grabbing his vest and throwing it on before following you down the hallway and into the living room.

“Seems like we’re having one right now.” You muttered, grabbing your keys on the coffee table.

“Sure does,” He sighed, reaching for his own car keys.

That morning the two of you went your separate ways, starting off the day on a bad foot with nothing but hatred. But the two of you could never ever hate each other.

That wasn’t what your love was.

It was never formed from hate or thrived off of it.

It was supposed to be the kind that was always understanding and working together, but that was a standard that you knew you and Steve just weren’t capable of all the time.

The two of you were bringing less than a hundred percent to the table combined. There had to be some kind of compromise, a way for it to be settled, but of course, this was just something that was going to get dragged on until you both felt like putting your pride aside and taking the first step.

That fight was the catalyst that led the two of you here. Still standing on the other side of the door—your shared bedroom door that is.

For the past week, Steve was out on the couch while you occupied the bedroom. Not that you kicked him out or banned him from sleeping in bed with you, but you had gotten home the night after the fight and he was already home, knocked out asleep on the couch.

So you left him there, and since then that’s where he slept.

You couldn’t say you felt good about it because you didn’t. His back was probably all sorts of fucked up from cramming himself to sleep somewhat comfortably on that couch. And you had certainly missed his presence beside you in the middle of the night.

Steve didn’t know why he kicked himself out, probably just so you could both get some space and cool off, but he hadn’t meant for it to go on for this long. He missed kissing your forehead goodnight when he finally got home, and he certainly missed the way you’d do the same when you had to leave in the morning.

Right now, it just felt like a lot of yearning for one another because neither of you could remember what you were fighting for in the first place.

For pride?

For ego?

For what?

All you both wanted to do was just give each other the tightest hug and longest kiss because you missed each other that much.

You wanted to cry to him, to tell him that your stupid internship was driving you insane and all you really wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be ok.

Steve wanted to vent to you over how stupid that damn tracking system was and how it was driving him up the walls and all he really needed right now was your encouragement to keep going.

He was probably asleep.

You were probably asleep.

Maybe it could wait until morning?

If either of you opened the door to see the other sleeping, it would just make you both want to turn back around and run from actually waking the other to apologize. It was best to just run back under the blankets and wait until you were both awake.

But honestly, the both of were just too exhausted and missing each other to even be mad anymore.

Fuck it…this couldn’t wait and neither of you was going to let it drag on.

“Baby,”

“Babe,”

The two of you stared at each other dumbfounded as if you were ghosts, but it didn’t last long as Steve quickly wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his as you draped your arms around his neck, gluing yourself to him.

“I missed you.” You murmured into the juncture of his jaw and neck.

He could feel the heat of your breath fanning against his skin, a trickle of tears following suit only making him hold you tighter.

“I missed you more…and I’m sorry for being a dick.” He said, breathing in the smell of your hair and he whispered into it.

You sniffled, shaking your head the best you could in his hold, before he loosened, allowing you to look up at him through your watery eyes.

“I’m sorry too…I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I was just so stressed and I missed you too much to tell you how I was really feeling and I—”

He smiled softly at you, letting his thumb brush your tears away as he shook his head, “I did the same, baby. I just wished we didn’t solve it that morning…it would’ve prevented whatever the fuck happened last week.”

You laughed quietly, nodding your head in agreement. “I know. I wished we would have.”

“We can now.” Steve suggested, holding your face in your hands.

You smiled, sniffling once more before letting one of your hands rest on his cheek, “Yeah we can.”

Your lips finally connected after what seemed like a lifetime away. A reminder that while the love you and Steve shared wasn’t always picture perfect, it was certainly something that you both were always going to come back to.

You were each other’s person.

The other half you wanted to go to with all of life’s joys and upsets.

Together.

Sure, maybe you both pushed each other’s buttons way too easily, but it was the love that made the two of you come rushing back to each other.

Because when it mattered and came down to it, you and Steve could never live without each other — no matter the distance or even the stupid internship or job you each had.

Right here and right now, it was all good.

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[satninroses]

Elvis To The Rescue!

(A/N): Cute fluffy/ angsty request. I love protective Elvis!! Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: BDE! Elvis finds out you’re being bullied and harassed and is less than pleased.

Pairing: BDE! Protective! Elvis x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,803

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexist terms, descriptions of violence, and descriptions of minor injuries.

Living at Graceland always seemed like a dream for you. If you would have told younger you that you would be living in a mansion in Tennessee, dating ELVIS PRESLEY, you would have probably told yourself to leave. This was no dream though. You had so much room to enjoy, so many clothes, many books, as much entertainment as you wanted, and of course, your loving boyfriend.

That being said, today you needed to run some errands outside of Graceland. You need to head to the record store, the instrument repair shop, and the fancy grocery story that you and Elvis enjoy. As you were getting ready to have the gates opened, there were a group of girls and paparazzi already crowded.

“Well. If it isn’t Miss Gold Digger. What have you done to be of use to society today? You know, when he’s done with you, he’ll come to one of us. You won’t be “Mrs. Presley” anymore. You’ll just be one of his past mistakes.” The girl snickered with her friends. You felt tears well up in your eyes but decided to continue on your way as if nothing happened. You step out of the gate and the same girl that had been berating you pushed you. You fell onto some harsh rock and skinned your calve pretty bad.

“P-please stop. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” You stood up and dusted yourself off and made your way quickly down the street to the record store.

When you got there, you stood in the alley way behind a dumpster and cried. They had always been mean to you but they had never once put their hands on you. You wish you could tell Elvis but you really didn’t want to be another problem on his plate. You wiped your tears and took a few deep breaths to control yourself. You walked up the steps and opened the door.

The record store was always somewhere you enjoyed visiting. It’s actually where you met Elvis.

It was 1968. The ‘68 comeback special was the most awaited televised special in the world. Elvis was on top of the world at this point. Yet, somehow, you managed to bump into him in this little record store you liked.

You had knocked right into someone and tripped. You look up to see who you slammed into only to be met with THE King of Rock 'n’ Roll. “O-oh my gosh. I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry Mr. Presley! Here, let me pick that up for you.” You had never been so nervous in your life. The first time you meet a celebrity and this was how you acted. He probably thought you were a dumb, clumsy girl. Afraid that you had angered who was probably the most famous man on the planet right now, you cowered under his burning hot gaze.

He removed the sunglasses he was wearing to reveal a very worried expression in his eyes. “I’m sorry Darlin’. I should have looked where I was going. Let me pick these up for you. What kind of man am I to go around tripping pretty angels like you? Don't you pick up a thing doll. I should have watched where I was going."

That was over 2 years ago now. You’ve never been happier either. Elvis was your rock and you were his. You loved him so much yet you were just too afraid to tell him about the stuff that was going on.

“Hey Mrs. Presley! How’s it going?” Robbie, the old store clerk greeted you. He had been there when you and Elvis met and was there every time you and him went to this record

store as well.

“I’ve been better, that’s for sure.” You tried to add a bit of humor to your answer but your voice was just to shaky to pass off as sarcastic.

“Is everything ok Ms. ?” You looked a little troubled when you first walked in. Your hair was disheveled, your eye makeup was slightly faded and streaky. Not to mention, you had a massive yellow and green bruise on your leg. You thought about his question. You felt like it had been a while since anyone had asked if you were ok. Maybe it was time to fess up about the stuff at Graceland. “No. There are these girls that stand out side the gates of our home and taunt me every time I leave. Sometimes, I can hear what they say when I’m trying to enjoy my time with Elvis and the Mafia. Today, they called me a “mistake” and pushed me down onto the ground. I want to tell Elvis but I’m so afraid of what will happen. He has a lot going on and I don’t want to add more to his plate.”

You exhaled after having confessed that all to Robbie. “Mrs. Presley, listen to me. I’ve known Presley for quite some time. He is a strong willed man. He would do just about anything for the people in his life. Helping you out wouldn’t be a burden to him. What might be a burden is you not telling him what’s going on. I think you should talk to him about it.”

He looked at you with a hopeful expression and held your hands in his. “Trust me. He’s a good man with respect in his heart. Tell him.”

You smiled weakly at Robbie. “I don’t know. I can give it a try. Anyways, I need a copy of For the Roses by Joni Mitchell, please!”

Robbie looked a little less hopeful before but still offered a kind smile. “Absolutely ma’am.”

Later that night, Robbie had been sat by the telephone contemplating a few things in his head. He decided with the latter. He rung up the Presley residence.

“Hello, this is Elvis Presley speaking.”

“Hey, Elvis! It’s Robbie! How have you been?”

“Not too bad. You?”

“I’ve been ok. Look, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.”

Elvis cocked his eyebrow up. At this time of night? “What’s up?”

“Your lady came in today. She looked pretty beat up. Looked like she had been crying. I asked her what was the matter and she had confessed that there was some type of harassment at your place.”

Elvis’ breath quickened. (Y/N)? Who could be hurting his precious angel?

“What do you mean?”

“She said that there have been a group of fans and paparazzi that have been camped outside your house. More than usual." He added with emphasis. "She said that every time she leaves the house, they’ve been calling her names. She said that today one of the girls shoved her to the ground. She didn’t show me but I would assume that’s where the big bruise on her leg came from.”

'My god. How have I sat here and let her be treated this way?' Elvis couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I have to let you go Robbie. Thank you for telling me this.”

“You’re welcome. And Elvis? Go easy on her.”

Elvis hung up and put the phone back on the receiver. He stood up and walked up the stairs to his room where his lovely flower lay waiting for him.

He had a plan in mind. He would ask her to run an extra errand tomorrow and catch this in the act.

He got into bed with you and wrapped his strong arms around you. "Elvis? Are you ok?" You asked. He looked down at you and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you so much. I hope you always know that."

The next morning, he asked you to run out to the dry cleaners and pick up a few of his button-ups. What you didn't know what that he had already picked these up yesterday while you were out. He forgot to tell you but he didn't want to make you go back out after you had gotten home. You looked a bit uneasy but nevertheless, you made your way out of the house and down to the gate.

Elvis wasn’t too far behind you. He took light steps in order to not scare the girls off and to scare you into thinking something was up. As he made his way down the path, he stalked behind a tree and zeroed in on the conversation.

“Aww! Look who’s back. Are you still playing messenger pigeon for him? See what I said last time? He’s bored of you. Doesn’t even want you at home.” The girls friends laughed along with her. They took turns telling you all the thighs that were better about themselves than you.

He had heard enough. He rounded the corner and briskly made his way up to the gate.

“You need to shut your mouth. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would mama's think if they heard you talking this way? (Y/N) has never done ANYTHING wrong for her to receive this treatment. I suggest you make your way away from my home before I call the police.”

The girl gasped and cowered slightly. Her little clique had escaped the scene before the confrontation went down. The girl began to tear up and she walked away quickly to hide away from the humiliation bestowed upon her.

Elvis placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you back up to your home. He opened the door for you and led you inside where you both sat on the couch.

“How long?”

You looked away humiliated. You murmured something quietly.

“Baby. Look at me. How long have they been out there bullying and harassing you.”

You faced him fully and revealed the tears rolling down your face.

“A while now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Baby. You should have told me. I’m here to protect you and make sure you’re safe.”

“I know. I just felt like it might be a burden if I would have told you.

Elvis grasps your face gently. “Nothing you could ever do is a burden. I love you so so much Satnin.”

He pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

[honey-flustered]

Cruel Little Vixen 4

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You’re on tour with Corroded Coffin when Eddie decides to confront you about your distance. Your true feelings finally come to surface after bottling them up for so long.

A/N: The way yall have supported my writing has been such a surreal experience for me. I swear I can’t thank you guys enough for all the love ❤️. This chapter may be a little angsty, a little sad but the reward is great because it’s full of fluff here and next chapter will be crazy smutty fluffy. I love writing so much and i’m glad i can share it all with you. Hope you enjoy!

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Word Count: 7.3k+

Warnings: yelling, addict parent, mentions of insecurities, kissing, confessing feelings, hand holding, eddie and reader being idiots, sexual tension, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, use of sex toy, ‘master’ kink name, slight dry humping, french kissing, orgasm denial, cum eating

Despite not seeing him for so long having an affect your article, you decided not to bother him, figuring he wouldn’t want to see you either. It wasn’t until Mel Thomas had begged you to speak to him, claiming that Eddie would only listen to you.

So here you were. You’re at his front door pacing back and forth, conflicted between leaving or knocking. Your hands move on their own accord. You knock. Immediately regretting your decision, you turned to leave when you heard the door creak open.

“Y/n?” You turn around. It’s Wayne Munson.

“Hello, Mr. Munson, I’m sorry to disturb you. The band’s really worried about Eddie. We all are, actually. We hadn’t seen him in a week and we wanted to know if everything’s ok.”

Wayne waves you to come closer, you do. He swings the door open just an inch more and points into the living room. There you saw a frail older woman, about in her late 40s, jittery and pale. She bared a close resemblance to Eddie. She’s wrapped in a fleece blanket sitting on the couch, Eddie’s arm around her. He’s comforting her. Is it who you thought it was?

“That’s Eddie’s mother, Sheila,” Wayne explains. “She’s an addict. He hasn’t seen her in 3 years.”

You felt a twinge of pain in your heart for Eddie. You remembered him telling you that she’s been in and out of his life. You hadn’t known that it was due to substance abuse. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come at such a personal time. I should go.”

“No. It’s actually a really good thing you’re here. Eddie’ll need the company while I head to the store. Come on in.” Wayne steps out of the way and you timidly take a step inside.

Eddie doesn’t notice you just yet. Instead, he helps lead his mother up the stairs possibly to have her get some rest.

“I’ll just get some things for dinner tonight. You’ll need anything?” Wayne asks.

“No, thank you. But I can assist you with dinner. I just want to help anyway I can.”

“You being here is already enough.” He pats your shoulder.

Eddie’s back downstairs. This time he sees you. You couldn’t read his emotions much but you sensed some shame behind his eyes.

“Well, I should get going,” Wayne announces. “Eds, you be nice.”

“Aren’t I always?” Eddie shrugs, meeting you in the middle.

Wayne shoots him a final look before leaving and it’s just the two of you after what felt like so long. You’re both standing awkwardly far apart from one another, Eddie expecting you to question the situation.

“You wanna play D’n’D?” You blurt out.

Eddie’s confused, letting out a dry laugh. “What?”

You crouch down, pulling out the board game placed on the shelf of the coffee table. You shake it around to entice him. “I’m not exactly sure how to play but I was hoping you could teach me.”

He had the urge to ask you if you’d witnessed any of what had happened before but seeing you smile so warmly at him made him feel at ease. “It’s a pretty long set up. I’d have to tell you about the rules and you’d have to make a character. Are you sure you’d have time for all that?”

“I’d make all the time in the world for you, Eds,” You admitted. You should have been blushing being so open to tell him this but you weren’t ashamed. You wanted him to know that you did value the time you got to spend with him. You wanted him to know that you enjoyed hanging out with him regardless of the article. “Now sit your ass down and help me with this, will ya?”

His mood changed and he’s smiling that famous smile. He sits on the ground beside you. “I didn’t know you cared for this stuff.”

“I didn’t know you still liked this stuff. Seeing your smile, though, proves to me that you’re definitely a huge nerd.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“So are you.” He taunts, nudging you back.

“You’re a bigger one, though.” You tease, throwing a game piece at him.

“Hey,” Eddie calls out, catching the piece. “This is limited edition.”

You ignore him, taking another game piece. “Can we begin already?”

“Let’s start with building your character. How you build your character determines the outcome of the game statistics.”

“Ooh! Could I be a halfling?”

He snorts. “You could be any species you want and that’s what you choose? Good luck with that. Just know that as Dungeon Master, I won’t go easy on you.”

“You nerd.” You giggled.

There’s a sense of comfort that growing between the two of you. You’d hoped this meant that Eddie could trust you enough to know that you’d never write about this in his exposé. There were some things just too personal to write about. His secret was safe with you and you’d happily put down your journal just to make him feel okay again.

By the end of the night, you and Eddie had laid on the couch together. You laid right beside him, bodies pressed against one another on the tight space. He’d drifted off before you, probably exhausted from caring for his mother going through her withdrawals.

Before you’d drifted off, you gaze at him and pressed your lips to his cheek. You were grateful to know every part of him. Hopefully, he’ll never fear to hide parts of his life from you again. You rest your head on his shoulder and let slumber take over.

—————

In the morning, you’d found yourself resting alone on the couch. You brought your head up, searching around. Eddie’s outside in the backyard, sitting by the pool. You can tell that he’s sad. You knew this could only mean that his mother had left again. Without a trace.

You go out to him, quietly sitting beside him. He looks at you then down at the water again, knee bent to his chest and hands resting over his knees. The silence is worth a thousand words.

“She’s gone,” He speaks up. “She left last night while we slept. She…she fucking told me she wanted to get better. That she’d be off that shit.”

He’s hurt. His voice began to raise, cracking a little as he tried to fight back from breaking down. “I’m not even angry that she stole money from me. But she told me that she wanted to be in my life again. I care for her this entire week and even after seeing how my life turned out…she still has no interest to know me as her son. I’m just another stranger. I don’t know why I always think that the next time will be different.”

You swallowed hard, continuing to listen intently. You could feel the anguish that he’s releasing and it made you hurt so badly for him that you wished you could shelter him from that pain. You’re compelled to hug him. So you do, jumping into his arms causing his back to hit the ground as you clutched around him from above.

“You’re amazing, Eddie Munson. If she’s not willing to see that, then you have me to help you see yourself the way I see you. Thank you for being you.”

He’s surprised by the embrace. He’s usually the one to initiate contact between you. He squeezes his arms tight around you as you straddle him in an even tighter embrace. When you pull away from the hug, your eyes lock on his. His eyes slightly wet as he looks at up at you through his lashes, lips parted.

He looks so damn kissable.

You hover your lips over his, your hands suddenly pinning his hands beside his head. You weren’t sure what had come over you. His eyes fluttering as you gently press your lips against his. Now you feel as if you believed ever line written in romance about feeling sparks during an intense kiss because you felt like fireworks had exploded in the back of your head the moment your lips touched. His lips were just the right amount of soft with enough of a roughness to them that gave you a feeling to savor.

Your hips grind into him without your knowledge until you’d heard Eddie groan against your lips. This felt wrong. Like you were taking advantage of him in his vulnerable state. You should stop. You let go of his hands attempting to pull away but you’d only given the reigns to a beast of a man. With his hands on either side of your face, he bucks up into you and you gasp, he uses this opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. Then, he lowers his hands to your hips guiding you against him. It felt so amazing. Even between the barriers of you shorts, you felt his hardness digging into you, beckoning for its freedom.

“No,” You moaned into the kiss. “No, please. We can’t.”

But he’s addicted. He’s suckling on your lips as if it were the sweetest he’s ever tasted. You push at his chest, breaking the kiss and the line of saliva between you.

You swing your leg around, keeping off him. He sits up and just as he cups your face to kiss you again, you turn your face to the side. Then, he tries to kiss you from that side, you turn again. He stares at you bewildered and annoyed.

“I can’t.” You whisper.

“Of course, you can’t.” He mutters angrily under his breath.

“I…” You began.

“It’s fine. We’ll forget it ever happened,” Eddie rushes out. “I’ll accept his apology, by the way.”

You blinked at him, lost.

“Jessie. I’ll accept his apology. That’s why you came to visit me, right?” He says a slight bitterness in his tone.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had come over to convince him to accept the apology. If the band hadn’t asked you to speak with him, you’d never known what Eddie had gone through. It didn’t meant that you didn’t care, though. You just wanted to give him his space.

“I almost didn’t knock on your door. I thought about giving you some space. Figured you were mad because of the way we left things the night we…did those sexual things. But I knocked anyway. I did it because I wanted to. Because I wanted to know if you were okay even if I was scared you’d be mad at me. I care about you. You’re my…you’re my friend.”

A flash of hurt skims his face for a moment before it quickly shifts to indifference. “I think I’d like to be alone.”

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly accepted his wish. It was fair. You’d only made things worse. So much for cheering him up. Nodding, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.

He shrugs. He was over this conversation with you. You sighed, looking down sadly at him before heading out. You couldn’t wrap your head around how it’s the perfect formula to concoct a great friendship between you two and yet all you could do was lead him on only to pull away at the very last second. It felt selfish that what you’d once accused him of doing was now something you were doing: playing mind games.

————

Day 14. Another week has gone by. The strain between you and Eddie’s relationship had only increased. Your writing suffering as a result. Your heart’s not in it the way it was when you both were playing off each other’s personalities. Everyone noticed the changes including your boss which only made the pressure lay thick on you. You didn’t have much time. You’re week three into this project. One more week left. If you couldn’t bring out your best, you’ll be in the background once again. You just couldn’t speak to him even when he’d decided to let bygones be bygones you had avoided him.

Today, Corroded Coffin will be leaving for their London tour. You were instructed to go along with. The coach bus waiting out front to take you all to the airport.

Chrissy pulls you into a hug. “Take all the pictures you could and don’t forget to call me.”

“I won’t forget. I’ll take so many pictures and I’ll call you so much it’ll feel like you’re there, too.” You promised.

“Great! Also, I got you a going away gift partly an apology gift for cockblocking you.”

You giggled. “Chrissy, you shouldn’t have.”

“No. No. This’ll be good. You’ll need this.” She rummages through her bag before she pulls out long gift-wrapped box.

You smiled as you ripped up the gift wrap then lips curve into a frown. “Chrissy! This is a dildo.” You whisper-yell.

“A vibrating one, too.” She smiles, widely.

“Why?”

“You told me you didn’t want to fuck Eddie. I don’t see why but I respect your choices. So, to sort of curb your horniness while you’re on this trip I bought you this.”

“You…are insane. I’m 100% convinced.”

Chrissy laughs. “For helping a friend get an orgasm anyway she can? This isn’t the 60s anymore, Y/n. It’s about time you pull up your big girl pants and gotten a sex toy.”

Eddie walks over to you both and you quickly hide the box behind your back. He silently greets you then looks over to Chrissy.

“I’ll bring you back a souvenir?” He addresses her.

“Make it a signed CD from Haven’s Fight. I heard they’re opening for your band and I’d like a personal signature from Haven.” Chrissy requests.

“Haven? The guy’s a fucking asshole.” Eddie scoffs.

“You think everyone’s an asshole,” Chrissy laughs before they come together for a hug. “Take care, okay? Make sure you keep my girl happy.”

“Yeahhh, we’ll see about that.” Eddie’s eyes shift to you and you instinctively look away.

“Let’s go, everyone! Time to hit the road!” Mel Thomas shouts.

You give a final goodbye to Chrissy before heading into the coach bus. You’d sit in a seat across from Eddie. Neither of you saying a word. Simply exchanging shy glances before looking anywhere but in front of you.

Judas Argo noticing the silence, sits in the seat beside you darting his eyes between you. Eddie slowly getting irritated.

“Can we help you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ve never seen the two of you this quiet. Usually, nothing could stop you from mouthing off at each other now all of a sudden your as solemn as Brit at a funeral.” Judas says.

“We don’t feel like talking. It’s not a big deal.”

“Fuck that! I’m not going back to my home with two boring fucks. We’re going to liven it up in here. Jessie, cue the radio. Look for something tasteful.”

“Jude, I swear to god…” Eddie groans.

The radio switches on and “Stayin’ Alive” by The Bee Gees begins to play and Judas stands up, giving his doing the disco pointing dance. “I know you know this one, princess. No one can resist this song. Even metalheads like us.”

He takes your hand forcing you to stand. You stand awkwardly as he dances around you, trying to gain your balance from the slightly rocky bus. Then, the chorus begins and you couldn’t help but sing along following his dance.

Judas smiles widely, impressed by your moves. “See? Disco’s not dead after all.”

“Come on, Eds. Get up!” Judas encourages.

“Noooo.” Eddie protests.

Judas rolls his eyes, frustrated at his bratty bandmate. “Grab the cunt, boys.”

Eddie shoots a threatening look and warns them. “Stay the fuck away from me, dudes.”

Jessie and Mel ignore all warnings and take Eddie by the arms, yanking him to his feet. Eddie stands there with his arms crossed as you all sang and danced. His eyes land on you carelessly dancing and singing away. You looked so happy that he can feel the corners of his lips began to twitch into a smile. After some nudging from his mates, he joined along in the singing and soon you were all belting the lyrics as if it were a heavy metal song itself.

You and Eddie had even sung the chorus to each other like you’d never kept your distance from each other. It felt like old times again. Even as you boarded the plane, the two of you talked and laughed as if you’d known each other forever.

—————

You were unpacking your things in your hotel room, feeling jet lag from the flight. You could use the rest before you and the boys went sightseeing around the city for tonight. Throwing on the Hellfire Club T-shirt, you entered the bed. Although you were extremely tired, you’re still very alert. Then, you’re mind drifts back to the sex toy that Chrissy had given you.

God, I hate her for being right sometimes.

You go retrieve the box from your bag. Opening the box, you carefully slide out the pink vibrating dildo laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. It was quite a decent size. A size that you weren’t accustomed to but it wouldn’t necessarily be uncomfortable.

You press the button on its side and it starts to vibrate erratically nearly jumping out of your hand. Then, you hear a knock on your door.

Just my fucking luck.

Switching it off and hiding the object under your sheets, you walk briskly to the door. You swing the door just a peek.

Eddie.

“Hey, I can come in?”

“Errmm, now’s not a good….” He interrupts your protests and pushes through, taking you aback. You scoffed, following after him. “Excuse me.”

“You’re excused,” He smirks before throwing his body onto your mattress. For a brief second, his eyes roam your body, taking in the fact that your wearing his shirt. It’s not the first time he’s seen you wearing it but each time it gives him the chance to burn it into his memory for later recall. “So where do you think you and I should go?”

“We’re sightseeing with the boys. Remember?”

“Ughh, I thought we’d be going our separate ways.”

“Nope! Sticking with the group. It’s only fair.”

“Maybe for you but—” Eddie cuts himself off, wiggling around in your bed and made a face of discomfort and confusion. A faint vibration noise sounds from under him.

Your eyes widened, face beginning to flush as you remembered what you’d buried right under him.

Fuck, Fuck, Fucking Fuck.

Eddie pulls out the item that was vibrating away at his back. He holds it up in the air, eyes sizing it up before landing on you.

His face slowly pulls into a cheshire cat grin and you quickly, sputtered you explanation. During your incoherent blubbering, Eddie slowly stands up from the bed and calculatingly stalks over to you. “I-It’s not mine. Well, it is mine. But it was a gift from Chrissy. I wasn’t even going to use it. I was just c-curious a-and I was inspecting it.”

“You were…inspecting?” He asks, clearly amused.

Your temperature at an all time high. You were sure water could evaporate from the heat giving off on your face. “Y-yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, I find it incredibly hard to believe. You know what I think…I think you’re using it to replace me.”

How the fuck does he know these things?

“Maybe,” He began, stepping closer to you. “Maybe you’re using this to train yourself for something more. It’s a pity. It’s not even the right size. You’d have to get something much, much bigger if you really want to handle me.”

You gulped before shaking off his words, walking up to him confidently. “Give it.”

“Come and get it.”

It was deja vu except this time you know what it’s like to kiss those sinful lips. You rush him again only instead of dodging you, he let’s you come at him full force. The moment your hand wraps around the toy, he tugs forward, making you crash into him and your lips meet.

You melt, all the pent up tension releasing as well. You test the waters, intertwining your fingers into his curls. He deepens the kiss, walking forward. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you both fall onto the mattress.

“You look so sexy in my shirt,” His hands roam down your body before cupping your pussy causing you to moan. “Should I use that toy on you? Get you nice and ready.”

Taking the toy and switching it on, he drags it over your stomach before bringing it between your inner thighs. The vibrations causing you to shiver as he brings it closer and closer to your core. He hovers it over your sensitive bud and despite your underwear being the only thing between direct contact, you can feel your wetness begin to pool. Then, he presses the vibrator against it and you yelp at the feeling, unable to squirm away.

You wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull it away. “Please…”

He pulls up your shirt to get a better view of the scene between your legs. “Such a pretty sight.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can. Look how wet you’re getting.” He growls in your ear making your back arch and the vibrator presses harder into your sensitive bud.

Your eyes roll back, biting your lip at the sensation. Moan after moan, tumbling from your lips like you’re a broken record. His heavy erection against your thigh signaling his enjoyment in your reactions. He sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck and you’re convinced that he’s trying to end your existence because no way could anything feel this good.

He’s reduced you to a panting mess and you can see bursts of light exploding behind your eyes. Your heart rate quickens as the pleasure builds and builds.

“E-ed—I’m really, really close,” You mewled. “Gonna cum.”

“You are?” He asks, mockingly.

“Yes, yes. Mmm, fuck!” The coil within you ravels itself in a twisted knot. You’re back completely off the bed and your lips part. Eddie studying your face. You’re on the brink of an earth shattering release when he cruelly pulls away.

You immediately whined at the loss. It was evil. He’s a monster. You hate him. You hate him! Why is he laughing at you misery?

“You should see the look on your face.”

“Why’d you do that?!” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate but you were. He’d ripped away what could’ve been such an intense awakening for you.

“Because I can,” He simply says, pulling off you. “Call it a punishment, if you will.”

Taking a pillow, you strike him with it repeatedly. He gets up from the bed, trying to get away from your attacks.

“Okay, okay. Let it out.” He chuckles.

“Get out.”

“You’re that mad?”

“Yes! Now go!” You pout, opening the door and pointing out.

Eddie knows he’s getting to you. He’s slowly chipping away at your walls and it was only a matter of time before you crumble. He bows as he makes his exit. “My room’s just across from yours in case you’re ready for the real thing.”

“You wish.” Your voice goes against your stance as it uttered the phrase in a breathy whisper.

“If you say so.” He shrugs, unconvinced.

You closed the door behind you, sliding down as your knees buckled from weakness.God those lips. Those very soft… full…luscious lips. That fucking sexy voice when he’s turned on. His weight on you…

Okay, maybe I’ll be ‘inspecting’ that toy a little more now.

—————

You hardly got any sleep before the outing. Countless times you had to keep yourself from jumping out of bed and ending up in his. You’re at your breaking point and you weren’t sure at all how you’d gotten this far.

After dressing up in simple denim jeans and a corset shirt, you let your hair down and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were going for a rockstar girlfriend look in an attempt to veer off your more conservative style.

Then, you were off heading out to meet the group and receiving wolf whistles. In the corner of your eye, you spot a possessive look on Eddie’s face, hopefully a repeat of the fight would not be in the cards for tonight.

The boys were talking over each other, excitedly about the activities they planned for the night, all of which you weren’t looking forward to.

“Patsy’s has great drinks and the hottest women. I know from my last visit here.” Mel says.

“Not to mention the giant tits ok some of these girls. Wouldn’t mind taking one home.”

You gagged. They talked about women like picking out a dog from a shelter. You follow far behind the boys, Eddie soon falling behind after next to you.

Tapping you on the shoulder, he points to a little music shop across the street. You shrugged, not understanding the big deal. He takes your hands and then your both running across the street towards it. His bandmates not noticing a thing.

Entering the shop, Eddie looks around before turning to you. He’d brought you here with no reason to actually be there.

“Why did we leave the boys? Don’t you wanna go to Patsy’s?”

“Pssh, nah. It’s overrated. Plus, I figured you needed a little rescuing.”

“I actually wouldn’t have minded.”

“We can go bac—”

“No! We’re good!”

“I thought so,” He laughs. He picks up a Jimmy Hendrix vinyl record. “Great guitarist. One of my influences aside from Metallica. Would’ve loved to play guitar with that guy. Damn.”

You spot a pair of sample headphone and it gives you an idea. “Let’s play a little game. I’ll put these on and you talk to me.”

“Wow, I’m boring you that much.” He scoffs.

“No, moron. It’s a game I used to play as a kid. Whenever my mom would take me to the music store, I’d go to the tester headphone section, blast the music super loud, and I’d try to guess what people are saying. I’d gotten so good at reading lips, my mom would put a hand over her mouth whenever she wanted to speak privately with my dad.”

“I think I’d have to see it to believe.”

“Okay. Prepare to be amazed.” You place them over your ears, giggling as you raised the volume of the rock music playing in them.

Eddie starts talking but he’s talking so fast that it’s practically gibberish. Then you realize that he’s actually speaking nonsensical phrases.

“Be serious.” You laughed.

You read his lips. “Aw, you got me.”

You repeated it out loud. He’s impressed. Then, he utters another phrase.

“Do you like…pies?” You laughed, a bit confused. You mimic his mouth movement. “Oh wait, ‘Do you like pizza’ is what you said.”

He nods, smiling at your accuracy. Then, he utter one last phrase and your smile fades. ‘I like you’ he says. You felt a sense of sadness wash over you knowing that this was only for the game and not something you’d actually hear from his mouth genuinely.

You pull off the headphones, Eddie noticing your the shift in your mood. “Everything okay?”

You don’t answer. You walk out of the store into the street, not even thinking to look back to know if he’s following close behind.

He rans after, catching up and putting a hand to your shoulder to make you face him. “I don’t understand. What’d I do wrong? Why are you avoiding me?”

“It’s nothing. And I’m not avoiding you.” You swipe sway his hand from your shoulder then walked away.

“She then proceeds to avoid me,” He throws up his hands, voice raising. “You’ve got to be the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met. It’s like your a different person every other hour.”

You stop in your tracks, pointing at him. “Oh and are you any better?”

“Least I’m not leading you on. You want me then ya don’t. You’re constantly leading me on and it doesn’t feel fucking good, Y/n. I feel like shit.”

“How can I feel anything for you when you don’t really like me? All of this casanova player shit is just to get in my pants. Then, what’ll happen once you do?”

“Is that all you think of me?”

“Only because that’s what you think of me!”

“You don’t know what I think of you!”

“Don’t need to! I’ve seen the way you and your bandmates talk about girls!”

“That’s not who I am! Maybe come down from that fucking high horse you sit on so you can actually see things a lot clearer!”

“Fuck you!”

“You’d love that!”

“I’m not—” The rumbling from the sky cuts you off and not long after drops of rain began to trickle down on you both. The nearest shops were too far from all the walking you’d done and you silently curse yourself.

Eddie points to a designated phone booth, taking your hand and you both run over to it. Shutting the door behind you, you were both officially sheltered from the rain.

Eddie stares at you and point at you face. You peer at your reflection the the glass. Your mascara’s running so much for the cool rockstar girlfriend look.

“I look like a sad panda.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or what? You gonna leave? I’m sick of this back and forth. Do you like me or not? I like you and it feels like I’m alone in this.”

“I kissed you first, didn’t I?”

“Because you felt sorry for me. You took pity on me about my mom and kissed me.”

“It’s not true! You don’t know how I feel about you either.”

“Then just tell me! Spare me this push and pull because I can’t take it.”

“Fine, I like you,” You admittedly shouted. “I like you, Eddie. I like you a lot sooner than I’m willing to admit. I wanted you for so long.”

“Then, what’s with you? Why’re you being so fucking distant?”

“Because I have a career to uphold. My career is all I have. Even if you were to fuck me and dump me the next second, I’d always have my career. I don’t want to be another one of your conquests. I don’t want to be a pawn to whatever game your playing. If I become this way for you, I’d hate you forever. So to remember you fondly even after this article’s over, I don’t want to go any further.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“How am I supposed to believe that? You’re a rockstar. You make lists of the countless women you’ve fucked. I’m nowhere near you’re type. I know you like Chrissy and you’re probably using me to get to her.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! How could you even say these things without batting an eye?”

“It’s true and you know it, Eddie,” You sighed. “You think this is what you want. That—that this is fun and exciting because I push you away and you take me as some kind of challenge for you. But then, you’ll get your way. Then…you’ll have me and you’ll get bored of me.”

His eyes are filled with hurt, pleading silently to stop the horrible things you’re saying. Yet you continue, “I’m no rockstar. I’m not some pretty former cheerleader you once had a crush on. I’m just me. A journalist looking for her own footing in the world. Once this article’s over…by next week you’ll forget I’ve ever existed.”

“You couldn’t be more goddamn wrong! You sound so heartless, you couldn’t even take a chance to see from my side of things! I fucking like you, Y/n! If that makes me some kind of a monster with a motive against you then I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You practically did!”

“You’re mishearing me. Let me elaborate!”

“You’ve said enough!”

A bang on the glass of the phone booth causes you and Eddie’s widened eyes to turn to the intruder. Looking down and see a shorter elderly man dressed in a dapper pin-striped suit, carrying an yellow umbrella.

“You kids gonna keep bickering or could I make a phone call?” The old man asks.

“S-sorry.” You and Eddie step out of the booth.

The old man hands Eddie the umbrella. “Wait here.”

He head inside making a quick call leaving you and Eddie standing outside in quiet embarrassment at your public outbursts.

“He’s nice to give us his umbrella.” You say, shyly looking down at your boots.

“Yeah, I suppose. He’s well dressed, too. Pretty expensive suit. I’d say he’s in a mob.” Eddie deduces.

“You’ve got an active imagination.”

“I’m serious.”

The old man finishes his call, stepping out the booth and looks between you two.

“You two lovebirds were at each other’s throats in there. You alright?”

“Yeah.” “No.” You and Eddie say simultaneously.

“The gentleman says ‘no’.” The old man says to you.

“He just likes to say everything opposite from me.” You say.

“No, I don’t.” Eddie denies.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Ya know what, you two walk with me to the diner. We’re gonna have a little chat and settle this.” The old man waves a hand over.

For an old man, he was pretty fast. Eddie trying to keep up holding the umbrella over him, leaving you both soaking in the process.

When you reached the diner, Eddie and you sit side by side in a booth. The old man sat across from you,

“Oh shit, Eddie. You’re in public? You could be attacked at any moment.”

“No worries. Brits don’t bother the celebrities. Francis’ll be okay. And if anyone dare tries anything, they’ll answer to me.” The old man says.

“You know Francis?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, the Mrs loves his music.”

“Old people listen to metal?” Eddie questions.

“She’s anything but old, bucko. The woman’s timeless. Ya see, I’ve been with this woman for 30 years. Best years of my life are with her. All because I worked the courage to talk to her and tell her how I felt. If I was ever a pansy about it, I would’ve never even gotten her bloody name. My lesson for you both is to quit beating around the bush. You’re young and you don’t want to waste your life regretting what could’ve been.”

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, tell that to her. I’ve never met a girl who hated being favored this much.”

“Well, good sir, could you please explain to this man next to me that I’m not pursuing my feelings for a man who belongs to the world.”

“Oh, so now I’m just a sex maniac in your eyes? I can’t just like you and only you?”

“You both hush up,” The old man orders and you both immediately fell silent. “It’s clear you both are fancy one another. No denying it. If you were honest about these emotions from the get go, this shit show would be a thing of the past. What’s your name young lady?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you like this man?”

You glance timidly at him, he searches your face. “I do.”

“And you rockstar?”

“I do, too.”

“Then, that’s all that matters. Stop focusing on the things that could go wrong or you won’t enjoy the present. You think I’d made it that far if I kept worrying whether she’d leave me or whether we’d fall out of love? Live in the moment, youngsters. That is the secret to love,” The man looks at the window and there’s a limo parked outside for him. He stands throwing a wad of cash on the table. “Keep the umbrella and quit arguing in phone booths.”

Then, the old man steps out. His chauffeur carrying an umbrella in one and and the other opening the door for the man. You and Eddie waved at him through the window as he drove off.

“He’s definitely in the mob.” Eddie states, breaking the silence.

——————

It was an interesting night that you two hadn’t expected to go down. You both admitted to liking each other, blushing every now and then when you caught each other staring. You made it back to the hotel, calling the night early.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, you were fiddling for the keys to your room when you decided to stop and face Eddie.

“I’m sorry if it sounded like I was calling you a sex addict. I’ve just been trying to convince myself you’re bad for me but you come all charismatic and cute and you make me want you.”

“To be honest, I see where you come from. Any sane person would be wary to date a rockstar.”

“I’m definitely not sane,” You laughed, deliriously. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Me too. You make me crazy,” He leans against his door. “Remember that night I said I saw you in the crowd? I wasn’t looking because you were front row. I looked at you because…you remind me of home. I don’t see that much on the road. I’m used to this fast life. But with you, I felt like I could be there again. I wasn’t Francis. I was Eddie.”

You eyes glimmer with happiness. He notices this, face crimson red.

“That was lame to say that.” He says, rubbing at the back if his neck.

“No, I get it. And I really appreciate you telling me this.”

He clears his throat. “Of course.”

“Hey, Eds.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you. I want you as mine. Even if only for tonight. Whatever you decide—whatever happens between us, I’m okay with it. But like that man said, life’s too short to beat around the bush and I don’t want to regret not having you.”

“You sure? What about your celibacy?”

“I’d break it for you.”

Eddie caresses your cheek. “How about you let me take you on a date tomorrow? It’ll be the last day we get to have this time alone before the concert. Let’s enjoy the entire day. Then after I’ll take you back to my room and I’ll take my time showing you how much I care.”

“As much as I like that…I’d like something now. After that little scene in my hotel room, all I want to do is feel you on me.” You’d never been so bold. That old man’s a wizard.

Eddie swings his door open hand, resting on one side of the door frame. “I’ll give you a little preview of the fun we’ll have. All you gotta do is step inside. But once you do…you’ll be mine.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

“I need a verbal yes. Tell me you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours.” You say with no hesitation.

“Then come inside. Let me show you what I can do for you.”

You step into his room and he shuts the door behind you. His demeanor changing as he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island table.

Your shoes are the first to go then your jeans and underwear. He’s staring down at you glistening core as if looking at Heaven itself.

“So damn pretty.” He whispers.

He lowers himself enough so that his face met closer with your core. He kneads your thick thighs, his rigid rings making marks against the skin as he squeezed tighter and tighter.

He scatters wet kisses across your inner thighs and you nearly came in that instant. His eyes never leave yours, watching you squirm under his touch (though he’s barely touched you at all).

Dragging his lips from the inner thigh, they latch around the fat, sensitive nub sucking hard and your hips buck and this sudden act.

While one hand wrapped around your thigh, keeping you from crushing his head between them the other hand flicks around with her clit. Eddie devours your cunt as if you were his last meal, slurping at the excess juices and then sucking on the folds that still drip with your essence.

“You taste so good, little vixen. So damn sweet.” His words, despite being muffled by his mouth serving your pussy, sent another pool of liquid what seeping out of you.

Those lips were made to be ridden. His entire face was. So you did, grabbing the top of his hair you grind your pussy into his face. You’re riding his nose that rubbed in just the right spots against you. The familiar sensation of the bursts of lights behind your eyes returns only this time this was the kind of orgasm that scared you.

You feared that if you allow yourself release you’d either lose your mind or your life. You wanted to let it subside, give you a more easier orgasm to handle but that’s not what Eddie lived by. He wanted you taking it all and full force. When you tried to pull your hand away from his hair, he placed a hand on top your locking them there and making you continue grinding you wetness in his face.

“It’s too much. Too much, Eddie! I feel like I’ll die.” You panted.

“You can take it,” He mutters against your thigh. “You’re a big girl.”

He flicks his tongue up and down with an incredible speed that send you convulsing. The tongue you’d always dreamed of between your legs whenever he’d stick it our during his shows. Now you were living every fans dream only you were certain he’d tasted you in a way he’s never done with anyone else.

“Ohmm, my gah, fuck. I’m gonna, uh—I’m gonna cum, master. Oh shiit.”

He groans at the name you’d given him. It simply slipped without you recognizing but you were too much in bliss to be embarrassed by it. Then, he sucks your clit with a combination tongue circling motion and you combust.

You convulsions racked so heavily through you that it was a miracle your head hadn’t bang against the table. Real tears stream down you face as you tried to hold on to something to get a grip on reality. You pulled hard at his hair and he lets out a long drawn our moan.

Once you come to, you are still slightly trembling and trying to gain your breaths. Eddie stands, there’s a raging hard on in his jeans.

“I’m regretting this,” Eddie begins. “I’m not sure now how I can wait until tomorrow.”

“Then, don’t.” You say exhausted, lying boneless against the kitchen table.

“No, no. I’ll be waiting. Counting the goddamn hours if it makes this faster,” He groans. “You’ll have to leave now, though, or I might not be able to hold our longer.”

You sighed, hopping off the counter and your legs feel like jelly. You shimmy on your clothes and headed for the door.

Why was he now trying to be a gentleman, when you wished for him to be the freak you’d heard constant rumors about?

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?” You say, licking your lips.

“No. I swear any more contact with you and you’ll be with your hands tied taking every inch of—fucking hell, woman. Just leave!”

“Okay. Okay!” You say, putting your hands up in surrender.

It felt weird being on the other side of this dynamic. The tables have surely turned.

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Hiya Peach! Hope you’re living your best life!!!

Not sure if you’re still taking drabble requests for dad!gojo, but if so I wanted to see what your take on “Gojo finding out his s/o is pregnant” would be? I go back and forth on my imagining of his reaction to the situation-positives and negatives-and I’d love your take! You always write him so well 🤩 and I love using your fics for my own character hcs 😆

Also thank you for posting the Gojo drabble tonight-I screamed when I opened my app and saw it!! Your writing is so fantastic and I’m so excited whenever I see updates to your series or a new drabble on your blog. Keep it up! Honestly live for your JJK scenarios!!!! ✨

Thank you!! 💕

Dad Gojo x Female Reader (prompt: finding out you’re pregnant) 

- minors & ageless blogs dni - 

A/N: First off, I’m swooning over your comments right now! 🥺 I always feel like my Gojo can be slightly ooc because I write him soft and sweet, but honestly to me he’s such a good guy that I can’t help it! 🥺 I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get through these requests, I have so many of them half done/almost complete (including this) but I’ve been behind on actually cleaning and editing them for post! I hope you still enjoy this drabble, and I’m so happy that you enjoyed the previous drabble posted! 💕💕  You guys really help keep me motivated, especially on days when I just don't want to write period. So, I’m going to take the time to say THANK YOU. *please accept this 🍑 as a token of my affection. 

TAGS: pregnancy, discussing kids, alludes to abortion, angsty, fluffy, slight mention of smut

Satoru sat with his back pressed against the bathroom door. He tapped his fingers along the floor, his heart racing as he nervously tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“...ok, it’s done…” he heard you speak from behind the frame.

“Can I come in?” your boyfriend asked a little too eagerly while still trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite feeling like he was about to combust.

“Five minutes,” you sternly replied. “We…I…have to wait.”

Satoru sighed, a tightness pulling across his chest from your particular choice of pronouns.

Did you really think that he would abandon you at such a crucial moment?

He rubbed his hands over his strained face, recalling the night you both had sex without any protection. Your boyfriend was sloppy too, completely losing himself to the intimacy of the moment being inside you that he didn’t pull out fast enough.

How could he when he was staring deep into your lust-blown eyes filled with nothing but love for him, when he could feel the tips of your swollen breasts brush over his chest as your bodies molded into one, and how you sang the most sensual notes as you clenched around him? 

Your apprehensive behavior is completely valid - he knew that. 

Despite being in a committed relationship together, you knew that you could never have a traditional future with the head of the Gojo family. You accepted him even after he told you that he can’t marry you, but the possibility of children…that was something neither of you ever took into consideration.

Not yet, at least.

“I’m right here,” he replied upon clearing his throat, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Seconds passed, the deafening silence only making the sorcerer grow even more nervous as he shifted uncomfortably in his place.

“I-I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

He perked up, “I…don’t either.”

“I forget to feed myself when I’m too busy…” you vented, “How…How am I expected to take care of anyone else?”

“You take care of me,” he kindly reassured, “Just like how I take care of you.”

“This…this is different. This…is permanent.”

Satoru drew in an unexpected breath, digging his nails into the flooring as his eyes widened in shock.

Why were you speaking like this?

“What makes you think that we are temporary?” he questioned defensively.

“I just…I don’t know if this is what you want. I would never ask for this kind of commitment from you, Satoru. You’ve told me many times that being tied down isn’t easy for you, and I know just how troublesome this will be if anyone were to find out…”

“Troublesome?” he blurted with a surprised laugh.

The quiet found its place between you both once more, and your boyfriend had a sudden urge to rip the door out of the frame to close the distance. Instead he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, channeling all his rational thought as he used his words to soothe you instead.

“I don’t see anything troublesome about a little baby that looks like you, angel,” he exhaled before resting his head against the door. “Pretty eyes, round cheeks, bonus points if it's a girl too…”

You sniffled, “not a boy?”

“And release another menace to society?” he half joked. “Although, I’m sure that my daughter would be chaotic in her own right…”

That earned him a small laugh on your part which he found relieving.

“How would this even work? We aren’t married.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that this baby will be ours.”

“But there’s so much to figure out and this is so…we didn’t plan for this, we haven’t even talked about this…”

“We’ll figure it out together.”

“But…” you kept insisting, trying to find the wild card in your relationship that’ll prove your worst fears crossing your mind. “What if you’re saying this now but you change your mind later on?  I-I don’t want you to feel trapped. I don’t want to force this obligation on you. I’m not asking you to take care of me, or…or this child…we would only burden you with more responsibilities…”

“You seem so concerned about me, what about you?” he interrupted.  “Do you want to have this baby?”

You chose to be silent.

For whatever reason you weren’t sharing what was on your mind, and it was driving your boyfriend nuts.

“Look,” he said, “We both were careless. If you’re not ready for this, then we’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll be there for you, and I won’t stand in the way of your decision. You matter in this too, but if you’re truly only concerned about my feelings…well, I think it’s cute how you’re getting all worked up...

He tapped his index finger against his chin while thinking over his words. 

“Honestly, with everything I deal with, this is actually an easy problem for me to fix. I can leave you to raise the child on your own. God knows that might actually be the ideal option. I can just...support you financially, if necessary…”  he breathed out a chuckle as he stared into the middle distance. “…it’s a good thing I’m loaded, right?”

“I guess…” you nervously replied.

“My life has always been burdensome, you see. Everything requires me to think twice, and I can see why you’re so worried about how this would reflect on me but really you are the one dealing with the ramifications of my problems…”

Satoru smiled to himself, “I’m sorry you had to settle for a man who can’t devote himself to you wholeheartedly but my love for you…has and always will be, the best decision I’ve ever made.”

He stood up, unable to keep himself grounded as leaned against the frame of the door instead.

“Let’s…let’s think about another scenario instead, hmm?” he proposed, “Maybe you move in with me, and we turn one of the rooms into a nursery. I’m sure you’ll have a great time redecorating. I’ll offer to pay and get it done, but I know you’ll want to paint the walls yourself and assemble all the furniture while forcing me to partake in such unnecessary labor…but I think we can build a home together...”

“I’ll be here as much as I can, and you know that there are a few good people who I trust who can look out for you on the days when I can’t. We’ll go to every doctor’s appointment, and I’m not ashamed to ask questions even if they sound stupid…” he carried on, “and it’s not like I’m completely clueless, right? I practically raised Megumi myself…so, technically we have a free babysitter considering I kept him alive all these years…”

He could hear a muffled giggle coming from behind the door, and knew you were listening intently to his words.

“…so yeah, maybe this…this situation is an opportunity for trouble. You’re not just having a child, after all, but my heir. These are things I should be taking into account but…for the first time in my life, I don’t see the implications of my decision. I just…I just see myself coming home to the love of my life and our adorable little menace. Sounds like quite a lovely picture to me...”

The door swung open, and Satoru finally relaxed his shoulders. Your eyes were brimming with tears and you immediately cupped his face in your palms before pulling his lips down to meet yours. His hands met your waist, and he hauled you closer into his body as your fingers tangled through the soft peaks of his snowy hair.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad,” you murmured against his lips, and he smiled into yours.

His slender fingers moved to spread across your belly, “really?”  

You nodded your head in confirmation before stealing a second kiss, then a third and by the fourth one you felt a dampness on your lover’s cheeks as you gently caressed over them with your thumbs.

“Satoru?” you questioned in surprise, but your boyfriend merely brushed his nose over yours as a heart melting grin tugged the corners of his mouth.

“I’m so happy, angel,” he reassured. “I’m so fucking happy.”

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Bucky with #3 &11 pretty please 🥹💗

Comforting Prompt # 3 “I Won’t Go Anywhere, Ok?” -Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N sees Sharon Carter flirting with her boyfriend and worries she’s gonna lose him but Bucky tells her it will never happen

Warnings: angsty, mentions of overthinking, mentions of feeling upset, mentions of crying, fluffy comfort, soft Bucky, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV

It had been a really long day I had two missions plus paperwork and I’ve been missing Bucky all day I wanted to go and find him so we could go eat dinner like we planned. I started to walk around the compound to figure out where Bucky would be because he hadn’t texted me where he would be yet so I got an idea in my head to check the workout gym figuring he might be training with Steve or Natasha so I walked in and I saw him over by the lockers excited to see my boyfriend but Sharon was over by him flirting so I decided to leave and head to my room. I sat down on my bed starting to cry worrying Bucky liked Sharon.

When I get sad I start to either eat chocolate or binge snack on my favorite crackers, I texted Bucky how I felt saying “Hey Bucky… I saw Sharon flirting with you and it bothered me.. can we talk later about it?” I hope Bucky will come talk things out because I still really love him.

~Bucky’s POV

I escaped the conversation with Sharon after a few minutes because at one point I thought I saw Y/N walk in earlier but she disappeared so I went to look around but I felt my phone vibrate so I got it out of my pocket and saw Y/N texted me. I read her message and freaked out and ran over to her room knocking and said “Y/N, doll please open up let me explain babe.. I love you I really do.” The door opened a minute later with Y/N looking like she had been crying a little. I walked closer to her about to kiss but she stopped me and said “no Buck.. don’t.” I stopped her from walking away quickly grabbing her arm. Y/N turned around looking at me confused and said “what? What do you want Bucky?” I looked into her eyes feeling so guilty I was the reason she was upset.

Y/N hugged me crying and said “do you not love me anymore…? Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head saying “baby doll no not at all, it wasn’t like that, Tony needed information from Sharon and volunteered me to talk to her I promise I would never flirt with Sharon, I love you and only you Y/N and I won’t go anywhere alright? I mean what I say.”

Y/N blushed then kissed me and said “oh Bucky I love you so much you’re amazing you know that?” I smiled at her and said “forgive me doll?” She nodded taking my hand leading me inside her room wanting me to sit down next to her which I was more than happy to do that. I put my arm around her shoulder saying “does my baby need some attention hmm?” She nodded hiding her face in my chest, I love how cute Y/N is “I’m more than happy to give my girl some attention, I missed you doll face..” I said and we watched tv cuddling together the rest the day & after a long week of missions we needed this.

Hey bestie I hope you like these 🤗

❤️❤️

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Comforting Prompt # 11 “Loving You Is Never A Task, It’s A Privilege ❤” Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N is dealing with anxiety and doesn’t wanna be a burden to her boyfriend Bucky & he reassures that she never is

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of feeling overwhelmed, fluff comfort, angst, sweet soft Bucky, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV

I hated living with anxiety, I’m suppose to be this this tough avenging hero but lately I’ve been taking a break from missions due to my mental health which I’ve felt guilty for. Bucky recently noticed again that I wasn’t on the mission roster list and he came over to sit by me putting his hand on my knee and said “hey doll I’ve noticed you haven’t been going on many missions lately, everything ok?” I looked into his eyes and tried to think of an excuse for this one quickly saying “yea, Tony and Cap just doesn’t think I’m needed on this one that’s all.” Bucky looked concerned but I didn’t wanna have my anxiety be a burden to him.

Bucky leaned over by me to kiss my forehead then said “alright well if you need anything or if something was wrong you’d tell me right Y/N? I do have to go soon but I really don’t wanna leave you here alone again I miss you.” I got really anxious at the thought of him leaving for another long mission. Before he could get up I grabbed his hand and said “Buck!.. wait, I need to tell you something, I didn’t wanna bother you or worry you about it.” Bucky say closer to me lifting my chin up with his finger and said “Y/N, doll talk to me what’s wrong? You can tell me anything. I want you to tell me when something is bothering you.” I took a deep breath thinking of how to explain and I knew he wouldn’t be mad or upset with me. I looked at Bucky and said “alright so the real reason I haven’t been on missions is because I’ve been dealing with really bad anxiety for the last few weeks and I didn’t wanna mess up if I went on a mission so I asked to be kept off the roster.. I’m sorry I just.. worried you might love me less or I don’t..” I broke down crying from how horrible I felt about it. I felt Bucky wrap his arms around me pulling me into his embrace.

~Bucky’s POV

Poor Y/N no wonder why she has been staying back all this time. I hate that she thinks I wouldn’t love her as much. I helped Y/N calm down a bit and moved some of her hair away from her face and said “hey doll there you are, Y/N I need you to listen to me carefully alright?” She nodded to me and said “ok, I’m listening.” I put my hands on hers and said “sweetheart, I want you to know that you are never alone ok? I would never think less of you or love you any less because of what you’re going through ok? I love you so much and everyone deals with anxiety at least once in their life and you’re not to blame ok? You’re never bothering me I wanna take care of you.” Y/N smiled and said “really?.. so you aren’t mad I’ve missed a few missions? so you still love me?”

I kissed her forehead and said “baby doll I swear, loving you is never a task for me ok? Loving you is a privilege for me and being with you makes me so happy you make everyday brighter for me.” Y/N looked really happy and hugged me really tight and said “I love you Bucky Barnes! I love you so much, thank you for being by my side.” I pulled her closer sighing with relief and said “doll I love you so much more.”

Hey bestie!! Alright so I got this prompt idea from @urfriendlywriter from their comfort prompt list 😊

which their prompt ideas were very cute 😊 hope you like it xx

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Ooh Yayy I’m so happy because you’re my favorite writer here and for you to possibly write one of my ideas I know it’s gonna be perfect!🥰

Okayy so there’s “Sun Goes Down” by Charlotte Cardin and I feel like all of the lyrics could be applied to Steve or Bucky and it would really fit well! Especially the one about how they feel like every bad thing happening in the world is their fault and how life is really hard for them because I feel like Bucky with his Winter Soldier days would blame himself for a lot of things that have nothing to do with him and Steve feels responsible for the world and wants to save everyone without thinking about himself first So I imagine Reader singing it to them either she wrote it for them or she just knows it but you could do it however you want and I know it will be amazing!❤️

Sun goes down

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: like angsty, lil fluffy

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: let’s pretend the reader wrote this song. I loved this request I love writing song inspired fics

The small bar was full. Mostly singers and songwriters filled the room in hopes to get a spot at the open mic night. You loved to sit in the corner and listen to everyone as you built your courage to get up there and share your own music. The bartender and the manager already knew you from how many times you’d show up. Always sitting in the corner with your notebook, always writing something. This was your little safe space away from the tower. When everything got to be too much you’d just slip out and head here to listen to the others express their own sorrows and struggles or happiness and triumphs.

Your current situation involved two super soldiers and their bad habit of closing themselves off from the world. It wasn’t your fault or anyone else’s for that matter. It just so happened that they carried more guilt than they should and sometimes it got to be too much for them. Most of the time Steve and Bucky let you in. They found comfort in your presence but lately they’ve pulled away from you and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t take it personally, you just wanted to be there for them the way they had been there for you after countless nights of self doubt.

Applause pulls your attention back to the room and you join in. The manager gets up on the little stage he has set up and clears his throat.

“Thank you Caleb, for that beautiful song. Now the next singer has been coming here for a while but this is the first time she’s actually going to perform. So please remember to be welcoming and supportive. Please welcome to the stage, Y/N.”

Everyone started clapping as they looked around for someone to head to the stage. Your eyes widened when you heard him call you out. The manager waved you over and you shook your head.

“Go on,” the bartender kneeled by your side. “You can kick ass but you can’t sing that song you’ve been writing and rewriting for the past few days?”

“How did you know?”

“I’m very observant. Just get whatever it is off your chest, you’ll feel better.”

“Ok.” You said after a few seconds.

You head toward the stage and there are quiet murmurs among the crowd as they recognize you. The manager moves out of the way and starts clapping for you. You take a deep breath as you stand in front of the mic, adjusting the stand to fit your height.

“Hey guys,” you clear your throat. “Like Kieth said I’m in here all the time, you’re all amazing. This song I wrote for two very special people in my life. I love them very much and they mean so much to me. I don’t think they realize how much actually.” You turn and grab the guitar that was on the stand. “Anyways they tend to be a little too hard on themselves sometimes and this is my way to let them know they’re not alone.”

You start playing the guitar. Soft sweet strumming filters through the speakers as you sing the first verse. Thoughts of Steve run free in your mind. All the things he’s been through and how he still managed to do the right thing.

🎶 “I've been wishin' for angels

To come down here to save ya

You said that the good guy never wins

And I haven't recognized you ever since.” 🎶

~~~~~~

It was still early in the morning. Almost no one in the tower was awake, except for Tony who probably hadn’t gone to sleep. You knew the last mission had been hard on Steve. Even as he tried to help get people to safety they criticized and yelled all kinds of awful things at him. So it wouldn’t surprise you if he was already up and in the gym.

That’s exactly where you found him. A few punching bags were already ripped and on the floor. He was sweating which meant he’d been there for hours. You knew he heard the door open and close, you also knew he wanted to be alone but you just wanted to check in and then you’d go back to bed.

Steve stopped when he knew you were sitting on the bench close to him. He was breathing heavily as he wiped away the sweat from his brow and his sorrow filled eyes found yours.

“How are you holding up?”

He just scoffed and shook his head.

You patted the empty space next to you and waited until he finally made his way over to you. Taking the towel that he had laid out you pat his face dry as he gets his thoughts in order. This was how you always worked, he would get out his frustrations in some type of exercise before talking it out with you or Bucky.

“I just want to do the right thing. Why can’t people see that? Our intention is not to go somewhere to hurt people.”

“I know but by the time we get there the bad guys have already wreaked havoc and high tailed it out. We stay behind to help as many as we can. They channel their fear and anger at us.”

“Seems like the good guy never wins.”

You pulled back to really look at him this time. He looked defeated and he didn’t sound like himself either. Especially considering the things he’d been through. He’d volunteered to be the test subject for the serum, basically getting pumped full of a drug to make him stronger. Then he found love only to have to sacrifice it in order to save the countless lives of innocent people. When he woke up from the ice he came face to face with the realization that the friendships he’d had were long gone. And even when he didn’t talk about it much you knew there were many things that made him anxious.

“Sometimes I wish I could just walk away from all of this.”

“But?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d be lost without it. I wouldn’t know how to find my way out there.”

“You don’t have to do it alone, you know. I’m right here with you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and take his hand in yours. Steve turns and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes close as you sing the chorus.

🎶 “How you holdin' up?

Want me to stay the night?

When it's all too rough

I hope you'll realize

That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down” 🎶

As you open your eyes and look down at your hands as you continue to play, you begin to sing the second verse. Inspired by Bucky.

🎶 “California's burnin'

Your heavy heart is too

You know the whole world is hurtin'

And it's not because of you.”🎶

~~~~~~~~

The guilt Bucky carried weighed him down so much he could rarely look up and realize he was a victim too. The nights when he would wake up screaming from a nightmare were always difficult for him. All he saw was the face of the innocent victim hydra had him kill. They used him to shape and bend the world at their will and he felt responsible for it. As if he’d willingly gone out and done those things.

This particular night seems to be rough for him. You knock at his bedroom door after hearing the helpless cries fall from his lips. A faint come in greets you. Bucky sits in the space between the bed and the window. Blankets and pillows lay around him. You sit next to him and he won’t look at you.

“Come here.” You whisper and he lays his head on your shoulder. He sucks in a stuttered breath as he fights his need to cry. Your hand softly runs through his long hair as you comfort him. “Just let it out. I’m right here.”

Bucky cries softly. His tears fall in your shirt until he calms down. He tries to pull away, slightly embarrassed from his breakdown.

“Hey, want me to stay the night?”

“I’d like that. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Never.” You get comfortable on the floor and then pull him down so that you can wrap your arms around him. Bucky takes your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

🎶 “Hear you, buddy

Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody

But your lucky day will come

I hear you, buddy

Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody

But your lucky day will come.” 🎶

A small smile plays on your lips as you imagine Steve and Bucky happy. That’s all you want for them really. They deserve peace even if they think they don’t. You take a deep breath before you continue through to the end of the song.

🎶 “How you holdin' up?

Want me to stay the night?

When it's all too rough

I hope you'll realize

That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down

(Ooh yeah, I'm gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down

(I'm gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down

(I'm gonna hold your hand, gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down.” 🎶

You play the last notes of the song and open your eyes. The room is dead quiet and you swallow thickly. This was your nightmare, it’s why you never had the courage to get up on stage. You quickly put the guitar back on its stands and the room erupts in cheers and applause. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you smile at the crowd. Kieth stands next to you and pats you on the back with a proud smile on his face.

“Wow, what do I have to do to get a song like that written about me?”

“Free mozzarella sticks for life.” You yell in response as people in the crowd laugh.

You head back to the table you had been at and grab your bag and notebook. Your hands were trembling from the rush. People in the bar compliment you as you pass by. As soon as you’re outside in the fresh air you take a deep breath. At least now you could say you checked something off your bucket list. Actually singing your own song in front of a crowd had always been a nerve wracking thought but it was also a rush. With a smile etched on your face you turn to head back to the tower. Maybe you could get Steve and Bucky to come out of their rooms or the gym.

“Y/N.” You heard Bucky call your name and you turned around.

He and Steve were standing in front of the bar and you hoped they hadn’t heard the song or what you said before it. But as they walked toward you, you knew they had. Bucky’s eyes were red rimmed and teary while Steve’s gaze softened the longer he looked at you.

“Hey guys,” you stood up straighter as you looked between them. “It’s good to see you out and about. What are you doing here?”

“We went to look for you and when we couldn’t find you we assumed you were here. You always say you love this place and so we thought we’d come check if you were here.” Bucky tells you.

“Oh. So um did you just get here?”

“Not exactly,” Steve gives you a bashful smile. “We were in there when you were called up. Was that about us?”

You try to think of a lie but you can’t so you just nod and look away.

“Did you mean it, what you said before the song?”

“Every word.”

“And the song?”

“That too.” You look back at them.

Bucky holds his hand out and when you place yours in his he pulls you closer. You’re chest to chest with him and he smiles at you.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widen. And you look over at Steve to find him smiling softly. He nods in Bucky’s direction.

“Ok.”

Bucky’s soft lips connect with yours. Butterflies flutter in your belly and you hope they can’t hear how your heart beat picks up. When he pulls back Steve is standing much closer and Bucky turns you in his direction only for the former to lower his lips to yours. You think you must be dreaming, there’s no way that none of this is happening. But when Steve pulls away and rests his forehead against yours and you feel Bucky pressed up against your back you know it’s real.

“We love you too.” He says. There’s a glimmer and light in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “I think today is our lucky day, what do you think Buck?”

“I agree, only if you’ll have us of course.”

“What?”

“We both want to show you how much you mean to us. What do you say? Will you let us hold your hand when the sun goes down?” Steve smiles at you. It’s like he already knew the answer before you did.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Steve takes your hand and brings it up to his lips while Bucky kisses you cheek. When you part the latter offers you his arm and a boyish smile.

“Would you sing it for us again?” He asks as the three of you walk back to the tower.

“Of course, it is your song after all.”

“Do you have more songs?” Steve asks as he holds your other hand.

“So many.”

“About us?”

“Maybe.” You smile up at him.

“Do we get to hear them?”

“I don’t know.”

“So a room full of people get to hear our song but not us? That’s not fair, Doll.” He stops and causes you and Steve to stop too. “Please tell us we can listen to you singing. Please baby.” He pouts.

“That’s not fair.” You turn to look at Steve and he’s pouting too. “Not you too.” You say with a laugh. “Fine, I’ll play you all the songs that I’ve written about you. Does that make you happy?”

“No.” They say in unison.

“You do.”

You smile and start walking again. Steve and Bucky ask you all kinds of questions about the music you’ve written. The more you tell them the more excited they get.

Once you’re back in your room, you pull out your guitar and start playing some of the songs you’ve written. You share soft touches and kisses as you tell them which song you wrote for them. By the end of the night you’re cuddled up between them. You remind them that they deserve so many good things.

And through the good, the bad and the love you’d always hold their hands when the sun went down.

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Hi! Could I request a Vi x reader where they got together when they were young and are still together after the events of arcane (with everything being ok now) :)

I’m in my period and in need of some Vi love🥺🥰 thank you💕

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angsty, sad Vi (sometimes), super fluffy, like really fluffy,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/A bit

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This is really long! You know that song by Katy Perry? Teenage Dream? Exactly, just listen to that and you have this :) Sorry this took so long babe! Loved it though!

It startled her sometimes. How you were always there.

It scared her, for the most part. That no matter where she turned, no matter what she did or what happened to her. You'd be there ready when she needed you to be.

Ever since she'd come back from prison that long while ago. You were always by her side, even after Silco and when Jinx went through hell. You never left either of them. Not when Powder did what she did, or when Jinx emerged and looked to you for care while Vi was gone.

You never left Vi, even when she'd get angry at you. Which was almost never, always being mad at something else. Taking it out where she could, which just so happened to be you sometimes.

As a teen and as an adult. You'd get hurt, of course, she'd always go for the jugular when she was mad. But you always forgave her, you never held it above her head either. Even when she probably deserved it.

And now, staring at you laying on the couch in a shirt that wasn't yours. Cuddling into the pillow that was technically hers.

Vi wondered why you chose her. Stayed with her. You two were so different. One who had no fear going where she wanted, and one who'd follow fearless to the end of the world.

Vi wondered, why her?

-

"I'm scared! I can't do it!" Vi stared at you from the rooftop just across the alleyway. High above most buildings and people, a far drop that would surely kill you or at the least seriously injure you if you fell.

"I know, but you gotta trust me Cupcake. You can." She'd been attempting to teach you to roof jump. And you'd been doing great, for being the person behind the curtain when it came to most things.

Far too scared to do most activities her, Mylo and Claggor did. Opting to stay behind with Powder unless Vi was by your side. And even then, like now, you would hesitate.

"I do trust you, but I don't trust gravity." You were her opposite, yet so similar. It's why you two gravitated together. But damn it frustrated her sometimes, like now.

"I'll catch you." You stared down at the large drop, so dark you could barely see the bottom. "What if you-" "I'll catch you, just trust me."

When you looked up at her, it hurt. Seeing that fear in your eyes, but if you didn't jump you'd be stuck there. The ladder breaking on your way up onto the rooftop you were currently stuck on.

"Promise?" You asked her, Vi's eyes still staring right into yours. Fear never fading. "I promise. I'm gonna catch you." Slowly you backed up, never taking your eyes off of Vi before you ran.

It was like slow motion when she caught your arm, holding you so tightly you had bruises later. Light ones, but you had your life.

Vi felt bad for them, but she almost didn't catch you at all, the jump was too far for you. And now she knew that, looking at you laying on your back, catching your breath your chest moving up and down quickly. So close to her that your hand was brushing against hers.

"I'm so sorry." "You caught me, what're you sorry for?" You asked innocently, a smile then spreading on your face. "That was cool." "You almost died."

To anyone else, it would've sounded like Vi was mad at you. But she wasn't, because Vi could never be mad at you, not for long or even at all.

Vi was mad at herself.

"You caught me." You smiled, brushing the strand of hair that always seemed to fall into her face, away and back into her hair. "I was just scared, you know me." But she hated when you were scared. Gods, she hated it.

But once she felt your lips on her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her skin, the anger washed away. Her cheeks heating up as you giggled. "I'm okay Vi. Thanks for catching me." "Anytime Cupcake."

-

Your eyes then moved to Vi's, meeting her grey irises. The same smile spreading across your face.

"What're you doing?" "Nothing." Vi smirked, watching you then begin to blush, rolling onto your back as she approached the couch. "You're being creepy, creeper." Vi laughed, sitting down beside you while you sat up, hugging your knees to your chest.

"What's wrong?" "What?" You could see it in her eyes, something clouding them but you couldn't see what. Hand reaching out to brush some of her hair away.

"Just thinking." "Don't hurt yourself." "Shut it." Vi laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder before watching you crawl towards her. Laying your head against her upper arm. "Whatcha' thinking about?" The pink haired girl laughed quietly to herself, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

"Us." "Uh oh, is that a bad 'us' or a good 'us'?" "Good." Her eyes never left you as you cuddled in to her side, inhaling her scent. "Like, when we were kids." "I miss those days." She heard you mutter, playing with her bandaged hands, messing with each of her fingers.

"Do you ever wonder would it would be like if we never met?" She then suddenly asked, watching you play with her hand, tapping each of her fingertips with your own. "No. Cause it makes me sad." "But you never would of known me." "But I think something would be missing."

Vi's fingers twitched as you spoke, trying not to grab your hand and hold it. Your soft touch much different than hers. Skin smooth against her rough fingertips.

"I think, it wouldn't be the same. Something would be missing for the both of us."

Vi stared down at you, wondering about a world without you there beside her. It pained her, she didn't like thinking about it. Looking straight forward again.

"That's a shitty world." "I agree. Besides who would wake you up every morning with kisses like mine? Exactly, nobody." You could her shoulders moving as she chuckled. Laying her head back against the top of the couch.

"And who would calm you down when you're upset? Me, because I love you. So you can never leave me, okay?" "You got it Cupcake, wasn't planning on it anyway." "Better not be."

-

"Hey Clag, have you seen Vi anywhere?" You'd been searching for the girl, at least ten minutes passing since you'd asked Mylo and he'd told you just to wait for her. But you'd gotten impatient. Worried.

"Uh, I think I seen her go up towards the roof. She told me to leave her alone." "Thanks, I just want to check on her, that's all." Claggor nodded giving you a wave as you walked off. Finding your way to the roof in no time.

And there she was, legs dangling off the edge, staring at Zaun. She peeked over her shoulder. Ready to say something but instead looked back to the city quickly. Not saying a word.

"Was it Mylo again?" You asked quietly, walking up to Vi and sitting beside her. Hanging your legs over the edge. She shrugged. "Vander?" She shrugged again. "Me?"

Her head then turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and her lip slightly sticking out. Still upset, that was obvious.

"No." Her voice was soft, raspy, the light hitting the drying tear streaks on her face. "Vi, were you crying?" The back of her hand coming up to quickly wipe them away. "No." She then said again, looking forward.

"You don't have to lie to me you know." You shifted to sit slightly closer to her, tilting your head to see her face. "I won't tell anyone, but it's okay to cry." "I'm..." She turned her head so you couldn't see her face, making you sit back up straight. Now feeling awkward.

"I'll go, if you want. I didn't mean to bother you." You looked down at your hands, feeling Vi's eyes on you, her leg bumping your foot. You then looked up at her, seeing tears welling up in her eyes once again.

"I just... I don't know what to do." You looked down again, picking up her hand. Messing with her fingers. "That's why you have me." You whispered, smiling at her, listening to her laugh slightly. "What if I'm doing it all wrong? What if Powder-"

"Vi. She's good." "I just feel like I keep fucking up with her. Like... I.. I don't know." You listened to her, nodding your head before looking away. "You're a great big sister. People mess up, even parents do. For being just her sister, you're doing great."

Vi stayed silent, moving her hand so that she held your own.

You'd always had a crush on the girl, her softest spot besides her sister. But even Powder had a difficult time peaking through her rough exterior.

"I don't know if I can do this." She then broke the silence, holding back tears while meeting your eyes. "You can. And I'll always be here to help." "What if-"

"You're doing great Vi. And you're not alone. Powder looks up to you. You can do no wrong in her eyes, and yeah it's scary. But you're doing great."

"I wish my mom was still here." You'd never heard Vi talk about her mom, not even to you.

"I think she'd be proud of you." Vi's eyes met yours as you smiled. "I know I am."

She looked forward again, shaky breaths passing her lips before a sob wracked her body. Her head moving to lay on your shoulder.

You'd never seen Vi cry, but it didn't bother you. Only that she hurt and you could only do so much to help her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders and holding her close. Hugging her head as she cried into your chest.

"You're just a kid, Vi." Her arms found their away around you, pulling you impossible close, hiding in your neck. "But you're doing great. And I won't let you do it alone. Not if you'll let me help."

You weren't sure how long you sat like that, Vander coming to find you both once it got too late. But Vi had fallen asleep with a wet face, hugging you like her life depended on it. You having passed out leaning against some old crates.

When you woke up, you were in your bed. Vi's cheek squished against your shoulder. Powder curled up behind her, Mylo and Claggor snoring outside of the curtain that blocked off the bed from everything else.

You wished every morning could've been like that from here until the future.

-

"I think me and you were meant to be." Vi didn't laugh this time, a dopey smile on her face while looking down at you. "I think that no matter who or where we are. We'll end up together one way or another. Because it just... feels wrong."

"Well don't look at me like I'm gonna disagree." "I'm not." You laughed, intertwining her fingers with yours. "I'm looking at you because you're very pretty." "Thank you." Her face went the color of her hair, giggles escaping your lips as you grinned.

"I'm proud of you." You then said quietly, laying your head against her once again. Closing your eyes contently. Vi didn't say anything, she didn't have to. Her grip tightening on you, and the slowness of her breathing was enough to give it away.

"Do you ever wonder what we'll be like? In the future?" "All the time." You answered. "I used to when we were kids too. When I'd wake up and you were sleeping next to me because of whatever nightmare you had that night. I'd think about it."

You took in a breath. "I'd think about me, you, Powder and the boys grown up. Together." You looked up at her again, shrugging. "I'd think about you." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Before you kissed me." She then laughed quietly. "It took a lot out of me to do that." "Was I that bad to kiss?"

You scoffed, leaning away from her. A grin on her face. "No, I was just really scared." "Vi? Scared? Now that is rare." "Shut it." "No, that's adorable, you were really scared to kiss me?" Vi hesitated for a moment, nodding after a second. "That, is adorable."

The girl shook her head, looking away from you while red in the face. Pink color dusting her cheeks. Hand still holding yours.

"Well if it makes you feel better, I totally freaked out when you kissed me. I almost broke down." "Really?" She looked back to you as you nodded, giggling. "I literally imploded." "Cute." "Isn't it?"

You leaned forward, kissing the corner of her mouth. Vi turning her head slightly to kiss your lips. Hands moving to your waist.

"Hey, easy, I have to make dinner still." "I can help with that." "And what? Burn the house down?" Vi snorted, helping you crawl into her lap, sitting directly in front of her. Wrapping your arms around her neck.

"I can help. I can keep you company." "Yeah well Jinx isn't here, so I guess you'll do." You shrugged. "Hey, I'm good company." You hummed, shrugging again before leaning your head on her shoulder. "I hate you." "You could never." Vi's fingers trailed up and down your back, her lips meeting the side of your head.

Both of you taking in each other, your eyes growing heavy as she held you. Warm breath fanning your face once her head leaned again yours.

"I love you, Vi." You then muttered, the girl kissing your forehead again. "You better." She responded, watching you smile.

Vi had trouble saying it back still, after everything that had happened. But you knew she loved you back, you always knew.

It was quite obvious.

-

"Y/n?" Your eyes soon fluttered open, looking around the dark bed confused. Vi standing behind you, holding the curtain door open with one hand. "Yeah?" You whispered back to her, rolling over to face her.

"What's wrong Vi?" You then asked when she hadn't responded, looking down at her hands. "Nightmare?" It took a moment, but she nodded, sheepishly looking up at you.

"Well it's cold, c'mon." You scooted towards the wall, back hitting the cold surface until Vi climbed onto the small mattress.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You questioned, Vi pulling the blanket up as far as possible just as you had it. The cold air sending a shiver down your spine. "No. Not this time." "Okay."

Vi waited for your hand to come up, tracing her facial features. Hand locking with your own. But it didn't, instead you shivered, hesitating to scoot towards her.

"Are you cold?" It was a dumb question, but she didn't want to just grab you up. "A little." It was a lot, and it was obvious. Vi then moved towards you, grabbing your hips, hearing your breath hitch. The teenager cuddling into you.

"You're like a heater." She heard you mutter into her layered clothing, looking up at her with tired eyes. Feeling guilty for waking you up. "I hate nightmares. But I have to agree, I'm glad you're here." You smiled, lightening the mood, listening to Vi's quiet chuckle.

Vi didn't say anything though, staring down at you. Her heart beating so hard and fast she thought it would escape her chest. Maybe you could hear it, being so close to her. Beginning to sweat despite the cold.

You were so close to her, a twinkle in your eyes even in the dark.

She then held her breath, leaning forward pressing her lips to yours. A strange position, but it was a kiss. But then you froze.

Vi panicked when you didn't kiss back, but then you did. Leaning up and towards her, kissing her again in a much less awkward way. Cold hand moving to her cheek, bodies impossible close together.

"You positive you had a nightmare?" Vi snorted, looking away from you, her face heating up. "Yeah." She felt you cuddle into her again, picking up her hand, intertwining your fingers with her own. The girl tensed as you held her. Melting into your touch after a moment.

"Goodnight Vi." Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, Vi hummed. "Night Cupcake."

A/n: My heart stops when you look at me, just one touch, now baby I believe this is real, so take a chance and don't ever look back don't ever look backkkkk - Katy Perry

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Conjugal Visit

Yancy the Prisoner x gn!reader

Yancy misses you. You haven’t visited in a while, and he has no idea why.

ty ME for the request djkshvdjdg

A/N: I put a notification on my calendar for every 3rd Sunday and I forgot about it and then last Sunday I saw it and felt so fucking bad that I forgot about my boy so I wrote this. Not much to say, just an angsty, fluffy fic. Bit of cursing and suggestive moments, but other than that, we’re good. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.3K

Conjugal Visit (Yancy x reader)

“Where’s Yancy?” An inmate’s voice caught Tiny’s attention. She paused her walking and turned to the two.

“Iunno. Haven’t seen him since visiting hours.” The other one said.

“5 hours ago? Wonder where he’s been.” The first shrugged and they walked away. Tiny scanned the room until her eyes landed on Sparkles McGee, mopping the floors. She made a beeline for him and got closer than necessary, making him jump.

“Tiny, come on, I just cleaned that spot–” He started to complain.

“Hey, where’s Yancy?” Tiny asked. McGee gave her a suspicious-looking side-glance before clearing his throat.

“I dunno. Nowhere, probably. Maybe he…” He took a long pause. Tiny raised an eyebrow. “... escaped?”

“He doesn’t wanna be free. He made a whole song about it. We rehearsed for a month. ‘There’s nothing more exquisite than my 14 minute conjugal visit’. Ring a bell?” She pressed, stepping just a little closer to him. He stepped away in retaliation.

“Haha… oh. Yeah…” He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. Tiny stared at him as he refused to make eye contact with her. “It’s ‘than when I get my 14 minute conjugal visit’ not ‘than my 14…” Tiny scowled as he talked, making McGee stop talking and look at the floor.

“Where’s Yancy?” She asked again.

“I… don’t know.” McGee very obviously lied. She gave him a Look.

“Don’t lie to me, Sparkles.” She sighed.

“I don’t! Really, I don’t know. I don’t think anyone else will either.” McGee crossed their arms and looked away. Tiny looked around until she saw BamBam whistling while walking around.

“BamBam, where’s Yancy?” She called out. BamBam paused, turning to look at her and smiling.

“Oh, crying in solitary because he got no visitors today.” They explained, and then continued to whistle and walk. Tiny turned to McGee, who shot a look of disbelief in BamBam’s general direction. He then looked down at Tiny.

“Was that so hard?” She whispered. He sighed.

“He doesn’t wanna be bothered…” He mumbled back.

“Well, that’s too bad.” She started towards solitary confinement. McGee grabbed her shoulder, making her turn and look at him.

“Ok-Just-Don’t… be mean.” He begged.

“I have to be mean. It’s my love language. Along with physical touch.” She shrugged. McGee frowned.

“Physical touch?” He asked. Tiny turned to fully face him and punched him in the chest. Not too hard, but hard enough for him to bend over a little and cough while rubbing at his chest. He looked at her. “... ow.”

“Later.” She threw up peace signs and walked away.

“Yeah, bye, Tiny.” He answered.

Tiny walked her way to solitary confinement. Traditionally, solitary was bad for you, even traumatizing, if you were in there for long. But the guards were nice, and brought in a TV if they felt you were being too quiet or were in complete nothingness for too long. Still pretty bad, but it could be a lot worse. Plus, they let Yancy sing whenever he was in there. That’s how you knew he got thrown in solitary.

But, as she approached confinement, there was no sound of music or Yancy’s voice, so that wasn’t a good sign.

“Yancy? You in there?” She asked, knowing the answer. He didn’t respond. She crossed her arms. “If you’re in there, you should tell me before I go into your cell and steal Bearon Beary Bearington the Third.” Again, he didn’t respond. She began to walk to Yancy’s cell.

“... it’s the Fourth. And go away.” He said, eventually. Tiny spun around and walked back to the cell. She leaned her back on the wall, and slid to the ground.

“No, I don’t think I will.” She teased.

“Leave me alone…” He whined. She rolled her eyes a little at his childishness.

“What’s wrong, Yance?” She sighed. He didn’t answer, and she snorted. “Fine. I guess I’ll just sit here till you decide to talk.” They both were quiet for a few minutes, and Tiny started to get bored. She really wanted to leave and do something, but she would stay here for a little longer in case he decided he did want to talk.

Eventually, just as Tiny was getting ready to give up, she heard a sniffle from inside the cell. She put her ear to the wall and heard soft crying. She frowned, her cold demeanor faltering.

“Yance? What’s wrong?” She asked, softly. Yancy sighed.

“They… They said…” He began, voice cracking. He sighed again.

“Hm?” She pressed him to continue, gently.

“I… thought they would visit…” He said so quietly that she almost didn’t hear it.

“Who? The new inmate that got out?” She thought back to them. It’d been a while, hadn’t it?

“... I suggested it… I thought they… liked me… I thought they’d… visit…” He explained. Tiny sighed.

Right. He had a crush. A big one.

“Maybe they’ve been busy.” She suggested.

“There’ve been a lotta visitation days… they came once er twice, but…” He didn’t acknowledge Tiny’s words. She paused.

“... maybe they’ve been busy.” She repeated. Yancy snorted.

“Doin’ what?”

“Pfft… fighting… aliens?” Tiny shrugged with a small laugh.

“Haha.” Yancy deadpanned, finally looking at her through the tiny window of the cell. She could see how red and puffy his eyes were, even from there.

“No, seriously.” She shook her head and smirked. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Hm… they could tell me if they ever came around.” He went back inside the cell. She heard him sit on the ground, so she sat with her back against the wall again.

“Maybe they will. Y’never know.”

“Whatever…”

“We’ll try again next visitation day. Don’t give up hope, alright?” She patted the wall. He chuckled softly.

“Yeah… whatever.” – Yancy wrung his hands nervously as he waited in the visitor area. It had already been a few minutes, visitors for the other inmates were filing in. It was only a little while, but he was already anxious. Tiny had gotten his hopes up, and he really didn’t want to be disappointed again. He watched them talk with their friends and lovers and families. He watched how happy they were. They were just… talking. There was nothing in particular, just talking.

He couldn’t help but feel jealous. He wanted someone to just talk to.

A few minutes turned into 10. 10 turned into half an hour. Half an hour turned into a full hour and Yancy turned around and went back to his cell.

This was pointless. He shouldn’t’ve gotten his hopes up. He was an idiot.

He threw himself onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu–

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the sound of self-loathing!” BamBam called out as he stepped into the room. Yancy groaned.

“What d’youse want from me?” He whined.

“I want you to stop throwing yourself a pity party,” BamBam answered, grabbing Yancy by the back of the shirt and throwing him onto the ground. He didn’t move upon the action, but he did turn to glare at the other inmate.

“In the words of our Lord and savior Lesley Gore, ‘it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to’,” Yancy said through gritted teeth. “Jus’ go away.” Yancy got up and plopped back on his bed, crossing his arms. He glared at BamBam, who raised his eyebrows.

“... if you say so. JIMMY!” He yelled. Yancy’s eyes widened as he looked up to see Jimmy approaching him.

“Nononono, hey-HEY–” Yancy protested, to no avail. Jimmy grabbed Yancy and threw him over his shoulder, turning and walking down the hall. “JIMMY! Put me down.”

Jimmy did not, in fact, put him down, but carried him all the way to the yard, throwing him on the ground. Yancy stood up, wiping the grass and dirt off of his clothes, before he froze.

Chairs. In a circle. With inmates sitting on them.

This was an intervention.

He turned to run back inside, but was stopped by Jimmy’s hulking figure. He sighed.

“Alright. What is it this time? The fightin’? The cigs? The solitary? Listen, it’s a good way to clear my thoughts!” Yancy explained himself to the group.

“It’s a good way to drive yourself insane! But, no, that’s not what this is about.” Hank crossed his arms. Yancy furrowed his eyebrows.

“Then…?” He paused and thought about it, “Ohhh, I get it. Pity party. Youse guys don’t think I have a right to mourn a relationship that never got to happen. I got it.”

“We’re worried, Yancy.” Sparkles said in a soft, condescending voice.

“If youse was worried, you’d shut the hell up about it!” Yancy yelled.

“That is the exact opposite of what you should do!” Tiny shouted back. Another inmate put her hand on Tiny’s shoulder, making her sit back in her chair.

“Youse should treat this like a… a drug addiction. Allow me to continue, safely, under supervision, until I can break it.” Yancy argued. The prisoners all look at each other.

“... fine. But if next visitation day they don’t show up, we’ll–” Tiny was cut off by Mr. Murder-Slaughter.

“Yancy! There you are! Just wanted to remind you of your conjugal visit tomorrow.” The man said. Yancy stared at him for a moment.

“Sorry… I think-I think I misheard ya. What’d you say I gots tomorrow?” Yancy stuck his finger in his ear and wiggled it around to see if he was having hearing trouble or what.

“A conjugal visit? With your spouse?” Murder-Slaughter repeated. Yancy took a double-take, and so did all the other inmates.

“My what?” He nearly yelled. Murder-slaughter laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I get it. It’s been a while, excited to see them, nervous you’ve forgotten how ta… you know.” He cleared his throat. Yancy stared at him like he’d gone crazy. “Don’t worry, it’ll be alright. They’ve been workin’ a while to get this done. You should be grateful they love you so much.” Murder-Slaughter winked and went back inside, leaving Yancy and the others to process what just happened. Yancy turned to the group, who were just as confused as he was.

“What the fuck???” – Yancy stared at you as the two of you sat on the bed in the furnished room. You were pretty happy and excited, but Yancy was still so, so very confused.

“So…” You sighed, patting your thighs.

“So,” He parrotted.

“We should pro–” You started, but he interrupted.

“Why’d youse stop visiting?” He asked. You widened your eyes, looking at him in surprise.

“Oh. I thought they would’ve told you. I told Mark to tell you.” You tilted your head. Yancy squinted at you.

“Tell me… what?” He asked. You smile, and dig through your bag for a moment. Yancy tries to look over your shoulder to see what you’re getting. You put out a few papers, showing them to him. The top says “Certificate of Marriage”, and the papers had signatures from both of you. Yancy stared at the documents.

“Happy conjugal visit, dear husband!” You laughed. Yancy looked at you, and a smile slowly creeped onto his face.

“How the hell did youse manage this?” He asked in awe.

“Well, technically, you don’t have an actual signature for a reference, so I just had Mark make you one and then sign the paper. I also have a, uh… ‘friend’ who just so happens to be very good with… computers. And I asked for a favor, so he… yeah. We’ve now been legally married for uhhh… three years.” You explained, bouncing your leg.

“... and youse got us married… without me… because…?” He smirked. You puffed out your cheeks with air a bit.

“Well… uh… I wanted… more time with you… so this got us like… a long time. Every week, y’know?” You shrugged, looking away, embarrassed. Yancy smiled so wide his face hurt.

“Youse is… the smartest… and dumbest… most wonderful person I’s ever met.” Yancy chuckled. You clicked your tongue and shoved his arm.

“Aw, you’re just saying that…” You mumbled, turning away.

“No, really, this is… so dumb. It should not have worked. But it did, somehow, because youse did it. And I love that about youse.” He sighed, gazing at you. You whipped your head back to look at him. Yancy, feeling like he’d done something wrong, widened his eyes. You started to smile, however, so he calmed down.

“You love me, huh?” You wagged your eyebrows. Yancy rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sure you didn’t, buddy.”

“So… what do you wanna do?” He tapped his fingers together. He knew some things that spouses did, and he didn’t know if he was exactly ready for that. Mr. Murder-Slaughter was right. He was nervous.

“I have a few ideas…” You leaned towards him and batted your eyes at him. He widened his and felt his face heat up. God, he might die. Sure, he liked you, but… now? Here? On a Monday afternoon? He wasn’t ready!

“And… they are?” He squeaked. You smiled cheekily and he swallowed harshly.

“Wanna Smash?” Yancy choked on nothing at your suggestion.

“PARDON?” His voice cracked.

And then you pulled a Switch out of your bag. Yancy blinked at it and then looked at you.

“Wanna Smash?” You repeated. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“... Super Smash Bros–” He whispered.

“Super Smash Bros, Yancy.” You chuckled. He opened his eyes and looked down at you. You were smiling from ear to ear.

“You know what you did.” He accused.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You handed him one of the controllers and set the Switch up on the bed. He watched your face the whole time. How you focus on the screen, your eyebrows furrow a little, you stick your tongue out a little. He bites his lip and taps the controller.

“... we can do that some other visit.” He murmured. You stopped and looked at him.

“I… maybe.” You whisper.

“Can I play that guy?” He pointed to a guy on the screen. You glared at him.

“If you play as Little Mac I am going to divorce you and I’m taking the kids.” You warned. He barked out a laugh and shook his head.

God, no wonder he missed you so much.

[honeybear-yammy]

Just A Dream | Pope Heyward

Warnings: fluffy, a little smut, soft smut, a little angsty at the end

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N dreams of Pope being her boyfriend but, when she wakes up she realizes it was all just a dream, until Pope comes knocking on her window.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You smiled snuggling into Pope’s side as you two watched the sunset on the beach. “This has been the perfect night.” You smiled. “It really has been..” Pope smiled and kissed your head. “I love you y/n” He said softly. “I love you too Pope.” You smiled and looked up at him. Pope stood up and put his hand out. “Come with me, let’s walk along the beach.” He smiled.

“Okay..” You smiled and took his hand then got up following him. The two of you walked along the beach hand in hand. It was nice to finally have some alone time with him, not that you didn’t love the other Pouges also being there, they were like your family, but being with Pope made you feel different. You were truly in love. “You made tonight so perfect..” You said smiling.

“No I didn’t.. I mean I tried but.. you being here is what made it perfect.” Pope said. You giggled and blushed a little. Pope was always throwing cute little compliments your way and you loved it. He knew you had self-esteem issues and issues with the way you looked and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

“Well it’s true y/n.. you’re so beautiful.. I don’t know what I would do without you, I don’t know how I survived without you before I met you.” Pope said. “Honestly.. I don’t know how I made it through without you either..” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Pope smiled and stopped then kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled. “You’re so cute..” Pope chuckled and leaned down and kissed you. You smiled.

“Well.. it’s getting dark now.. we should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?” He asked. “Actually..” You thought for a minute. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “Could I.. stay with you tonight? I mean as long as you’re parent’s wouldn’t mind.” You said looking up at him. “They wouldn’t mind.” He chuckled. “They love having you over there, they think you’re great, and so do I.” He said.

“Well thank you.” You smiled with a small chuckle. Pope held your hand and led you to his car then the two of you drove off to his place.

~When you got to his house~

Pope walked in with you. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! I brought y/n with me.” He said. “Welcome back Pope.” His dad walked out of the kitchen. “and Hello y/n.” His dad smiled. “Hey Mr. Heyward.” You smiled. “It’s nice to see you again sweetie.” His mom said. “Nice to see yo both again too.” You smiled. “We’re just going to head upstairs if you need us.” Pope said as he went upstairs, you followed.

You both went into his room and sat down on his bed. “So.. what now?” You asked looking at him. “Well.. maybe we could..” Pope leaned in and kissed you. Giggling you kissed back and you both fell back onto the bed, tangled into each other’s arm kissing. “I- wait..” You said as you stopped him. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “I- uhm.. I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled.

Pope sat there for a moment and you went flushed. “That’s ok baby, it’s ok to be a virgin.. we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Pope said softly taking your hand in his. “No it’s ok.. I want you..” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Okay.. well at anytime if you want me to stop.. I will.. and I promise to be gentle.” He said and kissed your forehead.

“Okay..” You nodded and the two of you began to kiss again. Then you woke up. You sat up in your bed, in you’re room, Pope was not to be seen. You frowned. “I guess it was all just a dream..” As soon as you said that.. Pope knocked on your window with a smile on his face.

Author's Note: sorry I kind of robbed you guys aha. tysm for reading!!

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[pumpkinblossoms]

OK, in the spirit of positivity, here are my top reads of 2022!

A bit in the way of context: I am a librarian, I read a lot, and, for better or for worse, I live and breathe books/publishing buzz/ARCs/etc. The list below is purely based on my own fully biased opinions, though those biases have nothing to do with whether I had early access to a title, a connection to the publisher, etc. and everything to do with whether a book is sad, gory, or gay. And thanks @explosionshark for suggesting I write this up!

DEAD COLLECTIONS by Isaac Fellman: holy fuck was this book good. The whole “trans vampire falling in love and solving a quiet, sad mystery in the archive where he works” angle is catchy, but this is definitely not the fluffy or straightforward story some people are after. I really loved how vampirism is depicted as a life-ruining weakness rather than a cool and sexy superpower. I also really loved the multimedia aspect of including forum posts and TV scripts and listserv chains.

BABEL: AN ARCANE HISTORY by R.F. Kuang: I think some criticisms of this one, like that it’s slow and repetitive and a little didactic, are founded. However, I couldn’t care less. R.F. Kuang excels at unhurried school stories that slowly and brutally dismantle themselves over hundreds and hundreds of pages, and the formula she establishes in the excellent Poppy War trilogy is perfected here. This is what actual dark academia looks like–The Atlas Six could never.

KISS HER ONCE FOR ME by Alison Cochrun: I used to read a lot of contemporary romance, specifically f/f romance, but after being burned over and over and over and OVER by bad books I’m incredibly selective about what I read and recommend in this genre. I gave Alison Cochrun a ton of shit for her incredibly mediocre debut, The Charm Offensive, but I am totally willing to say that she’s improved, and this book–while still definitely goofy and even grating at times–was probably the best f/f romance out in 2022 from a major publisher other than Delilah Green (which I read in 2021 and therefore did not include in this list, but also whose sequel sucked so much it honestly made me like the first one less). Do me a favor and don’t even read the back copy because it doesn’t make any fucking sense and will turn you off the book.

THE PALLBEARERS CLUB by Paul Tremblay: hoooo boy. OK. So this one got dismal reviews from the Goodreads crowd, but I believe fully and genuinely in my heart that everybody is wrong about it and should feel bad about how wrong they are. The thing is, Paul’s books are slow and atmospheric (are you sensing a theme to what kind of books I tend to like best) and there are no easy answers or moments of triumph or anything you might be led to expect via publisher-created blurbs or taglines. And going into a book with one expectation and having that expectation remain unmet is one of the quickest and simplest ways to have a bad-faith negative reaction to said book, in my personal experience. Like, could this book have been scarier? Definitely. But I loved it regardless, and I loved that the physical format of the book–Art’s memoiry fiction draft, or fictiony memoir draft, depending on your perspective, plus his best friend Mercy’s commentary written in red in the margins–is the sort of embodied story that I love because it fucking sucks to read on a screen or an ereader. You’re tied to the format, either print or audio (which I hear was well done for this one, though I haven’t heard it myself), and that’s great to me.

THE THOUSAND EYES by A.K. Larkwood: In my opinion this duology is criminally, WOEFULLY underrated. Csorwe is a grumpy butch orc warrior and she spends most of her time getting herself and her terrible frenemies out of trouble and also falling in love with a powerful sorceress. This book is the second one and is gloriously angsty and everyone gets middle-aged and sad and yet they all still pine for one another across time and space. I cried. I’m not sorry. It’s GOOD.

AN ARCHIVE OF BRIGHTNESS by Kelsey Socha: ok, full disclosure, this is my wife’s book, but it came out in August and it’s a lovely group of interwoven weird little gay stories. I would’ve loved it even if I didn’t share a mortgage with the author, I promise. Like, people live in houses made of scorpion corpses. Come on.

Honorable mentions: I didn’t really feel like getting too much into YA here, but I really liked CONFESSIONS OF AN ALLEGED GOOD GIRL by Joya Goffney, which was a really honest and interesting exploration of purity culture and religion; HOW TO EXCAVATE A HEART by Jake Maia Arlow, an interfaith winter holiday f/f romance (what a year for holiday romances, sheesh); and HELL FOLLOWED WITH US by Andrew Joseph White, a really gross and sad book that also manages to be incredibly, gleefully YA even as the protagonist morphs into a horrifying monster.

I also didn’t want to mention anything that hasn’t been released yet, so HOW TO SELL A HAUNTED HOUSE by Grady Hendrix and SOME DESPERATE GLORY by Emily Tesh are both out, even though both were SO GOOD and you should be foaming at the mouth to get your hands on them next year. And lastly, I didn’t think The Locked Tomb series needed any extra hype and if you haven’t picked it up yet it’s not like I’m going to convince you, so I didn’t bother saying anything about NONA THE NINTH although it was really very good.

And finally: I’m currently reading WHEN THE ANGELS LEFT THE OLD COUNTRY by Sacha Lamb which absolutely fucking rips so far, very much Good Omens meets Spinning Silver, but I haven’t finished it yet so it didn’t seem fair to count. I recommend it based on the first half, though!

PHEW ok that’s it! Send me your recs please!!

[rere-the-writer]

Aaah ok Ive had this in my mind for a bit but can you do Klaus x reader where he rejects the reader and then gets with Caroline (no hate to her she just fits the story) so she leaves for a bit and Klaus realizes he misses the reader (u can pick the ending either angsty or fluffy) XD

Hey who asked for some angst

Warnings- Angst like alot nothing but angst,

A/N: Normally I love Caroline and Klaus together but I just wanted to do some angsty angst

You smooth out the dress you bought for the Mikaelson ball after being invited by both Elijah and Rebekah as they liked you a bit better than your sister Caroline. You had became close friends with Elijah and Rebekah as both were protective of you so when you told them you had feelings for Klaus they were surprised but supportive.

"Tonight is the night." You muttered to yourself looking a mirror seeing the dress you wore. It was a lovely navy that was strapless and how the dress hugged your curves perfectly as Rebekah always told that it only took a the perfect dress to feel like a princess and she was right.

You got to the ball seeing that Elena was here with Damon and Stefan which didn't surprise you. Elijah was by your side in a flash kissing your hand glaring at men that stared too long at you.

"Hi Eli. This is alot of people."

"Yes it seems Niklaus went overboard." Elijah says rubbing your back sensing your nervousness. With encouragement and a few drinks both Rebekah and Elijah sent you to confess to Klaus.

"Hey Klaus.....can we talk?"

"Yes, what is it love?" Klaus asked after leading you to his art studio and you took a deep breath. Your heart was beating loudly as your hands trembled ready to tell Klaus how much you loved him, how all you think was him.

"Klaus....I.....I am whole heartily in love with you. I find myself wondering how I could fall for you only to love you more and I really hope you feel the same."

You breath ready for a kiss or him feeling the same maybe rejection but you weren't ready for him to laugh. Klaus looked at you as you flushed with embarrassment.

"No offense love but you are just one of Rebekah's little friends, Elijah's little human. A thing to pass the time. I don't love you." Klaus tells you as hot tears fell down your face as Klaus watched you seemly unbothered by your tears.

Klaus thought you were just around because you were with Elijah but having you confess your feelings for him. Klaus wasn't going to be with you as he adored Caroline after all Elijah could just pick up the pieces of your heart like the older Original had always done when a girl confessed to the hybrid.

"I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds." Klaus says as the words hit you right in the heart as you turned around picking up your dress running out.

"Darling?" Elijah questioned seeing you leaving the ball tears in your eyes your face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the invite....I'll be leaving call you later." You said voice raw with emotion as an unreadable look fell on Elijah's face as he let you leave. Elijah looked seeing Klaus with Caroline who was giggling at his jokes enjoying herself.

Elijah marched over looking like a man on a mission grabbing Klaus and dragging him off to talk not caring that Caroline was calling out for him to stop.

"What is wrong with you!' Elijah growled glaring at Klaus as he threw his younger brother in a chair as both Rebekah and Kol entered the room wondering what was wrong.

"Talking to Caroline is wrong now?"

"No but tell me why, Y/N had left crying?" Elijah said as Rebekah glared at Klaus while the hybrid roll his eyes at Elijah's dramatics.

"It this what you are angry about? If she couldn't handle my rejection then she shouldn't have confessed to me."

"So you decide to break her heart?! Niklaus can be you be any more cruel?!" Elijah said glaring angry with his brother as Rebekah left quickly went to check up on you. Klaus sighed looking at Elijah seeing the rage on his older face.

"What would you have wanted me to do? Lie to her?"

"No but could have let her down gently Nik." Kol said having over heard the whole thing when he was being snoopy.

"Well it has been done now if you excuse me. I need to get back to Caroline."

Your heart felt shattered and you hadn't left your house for a month as Elijah and Rebekah had been coming to see you. You decided to leave unable to face Klaus seeing him with Caroline as you couldn't help but wish you were her.

While a part of you was happy that Klaus was happy but the other part of you wished you had white oak to kill him.

"Now darling, you have my and Rebekah's number. Call if you ever need help."

"I will Eli." You said giving him a weak smile feeling him kiss your head then Rebekah pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

"Elijah and I put some money in your account so buy a lot of things for me."

"Okay Beka." You tell her getting one last hug from the blonde and a head kiss from Elijah before getting in your car leaving.

It didn't take Klaus long to notice you were gone along with Caroline which made Klaus wonder where you had gone. Caroline was worried as you were her baby sister but after hounding Rebekah for answers the vampire was upset that you leave over something so petty.

"Where is your little human?" Klaus asked Elijah who was reading a book you recomend him to read.

"She left town. Needed space from you and Caroline." Elijah answered not looking up from the book but he could tell Klaus was frowning.

"She needed space?"

"She loved you and you tore her apart Niklaus. And before ask I have no idea where she nor what she is doing."

Seven months you had been gone and Klaus found hisself missing you. The hybrid hadn't realized before but he really missed your laugh and bright smile that would light up a room. Klaus could help but noticing all the little things you did for him like clean up his studio, bringing him macarons when you learned he loved them.

Klaus noticed how you always went out of you way to make him happy, how you always invited him to join your movie nights with Rebekah. Then Klaus came to realize that everything he loved about Caroline was nothing compared to you as not once did you judged his family for things they done unlike Caroline, not once did you throw his actions back at him like Caroline had done. You had loved him unconditionally unlike Caroline and now you were gone.

"Y/N!" Klaus heard Rebekah squeal making him rush to see you standing there with Rebekah. You were smiling, your hair cut short dressed in a sundress with a white shirt underneath. But the one thing that caught his eye the most was the male vampire with you.

"Beka. Meet Lorenzo St. John but everyone calls him Enzo, my fiancee." You tell her as Klaus felt the air leave his lungs. Elijah came out smiling at Enzo who wrapped an arm around.

"Fiancee? When did this happen?"

"A month ago." You gushed as you went into a story on how you both met as Klaus walked in. The hybrid never noticed before but now he missed the adoring look you had for him.

"Hey Klaus." You say smiling at him as it hit him it didn't hold the same warmth it once had for now you were giving them to Enzo.

"Hello love."

Klaus was angry when Elijah suggested to have your in the garden of the Mikaelson home because Klaus didn't want to watch you marry another. When it came to the day Klaus decided to try to win your heart.

"You look gorgeous love." You heard Klaus say as he stepped in the room seeing you in a slim wedding dress that was long sleeved and tastefully low cut. You had train of lace that was your veil and he couldn't help but feel like he should be marrying you.

"Thank you. How are you and Caroline?"

"We broke up two months ago. I want to apologize for what I said and I realized that I love you." Klaus tells you as you stared at him when you heard the words you wanted to always heard from Klaus. Now you could leave Enzo and be with Klaus but the words he told you when you confessed rang in your thoughts.

You smoothed out your dress walking up to Klaus cupping his cheek watching him leaned into your touch. You almost felt cruel for what you about to do but you remember the pain he caused.

"Sorry Klaus, I don't want my sister's sloppy seconds." You said lowly walking passed him as Klaus felt a lone tear roll down his face while you went off to marry another.