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wandasaura · 26 days ago

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SNOW ANGEL

summary — you can’t tell a lie if you never speak, but renee’s never needed words to know when something isn’t quite right with you

warning(s) — established relationship, domestic fluff, sleepy cuddles, top!renee rapp, history of eating disorders, mental health struggles, anxiety, mood disorders, medication, ed relapse, bullying as flirting, comfort, recovery, nicknames, pet names, praise, lesbians in love

authors note — i don’t really like this at all. like at all, at all (it truly is not bad, im just so particular about these topics). but some simple domestic renee because im religiously having rmjr crash outs

“Hi, Chicken!” Reneé grins brightly. She crashes into the bedroom, her bedroom, and smiles at you wide. Her bag, one she’d stolen from your closet, gets dropped onto the floor and she clambers onto the bed with high, infectious spirits. You drop your phone, attention diverted, uncaring for the videos you’d been putting your full consideration into. Your eyes sting. They’re tired from a long day of doing nothing. Reneé can read that clearly in your pouty smile. “Hi, angel.” Her voice lowers, accommodates your mood. Her hand cups your cheek — she’s warm; like a mouthful of cinnamon.

Reneé has the softest bed. It takes no time to swallow you whole, nor does it release you without a fight when it comes time to move. It takes effort to twist onto your other side on the mattress, especially considering you’re wrapped up in a bubblegum pink throw blanket you know was meant to represent ‘Mean Girls’ when she bought it. It’s affectionately known as her Regina blanket in your relationship, and it’s equally both of your favorites. Reneé’s hand reaches for a loose corner, tugging it over her thighs eagerly, with only mild consideration that it would assist in untangling your limbs.

A satisfied sigh falls off your lips, and it reminds you that you’d forgotten to put chapstick on after you’d showered and gotten ready for the day. Your tongue juts out to reapply a layer of temporary moisture, and blue eyes shoot to investigate the sight. They’re sharp, cunning, perhaps even conniving. It should definitely be illegal how one glance can fry your system.

One flicker of her blue eyes up to yours is all that you need to know her next move, but it still takes you by surprise when she cranes her head farther down to capture your lips. The exchange is sweet, slow and unrushed. There’s no objective, no ulterior motive. You could kiss her for hours without reprieve. You’ve proven that you could. But Reneé pulls away first, and she licks a wet path across your bottom lip before you can whine about the loss of contact.

“I missed you today.” She frowns, dragging her fingers through your hair. She’d left the apartment with rings on her fingers, some bulky, others dainty. There’s only one left on her hand now, and it snags in the knotted ends of your hair accidentally on its descent. Reneé winces in sympathy, easing her digits into the mess of your hair and soothing the tender ache with circular motions of her fingers applying deep pressure to your scalp. A stated moan fills the bedroom, and she sighs in response, like its an automatic condition; like just making you feel better eases her tender heart too. “What did you do?” She wants to know immediately. She always does. It warms your heart that she cares about your life so much when hers bustles far brighter in the sunlight.

Your eyes flutter closed, thinking about your day. You’d gone to work a little later than you typically did on a Thursday. Numbers were low, exceptionally so, and there was no need for an extra set of hands, so you spent your morning tidying up Reneé’s medicine cabinet instead of wiping butts. Your mid-morning and entire afternoon had consisted of the same routine, but you know she anticipates your stories. Especially the ones you come home with on Thursdays. Your eyes open, and the first thing they find are Reneé’s eyes on you.

A shy smile curves onto your lips, and Reneé snickers. Her nose scrunches at your easy cuteness. “Ava and Daniel were there today.” You nod, knowing that she’s going to ask about them if you don’t flat out mention them yourself. Sometimes, you’re convinced that Reneé would have more fun doing your job than hers. It’s nothing major, but you balance a part time job at a Daycare in between balancing classes and occasionally posting photo dumps on Instagram that feature her cheesing face and a lot of sunsets.

“Aw, chickens.” Everything about Reneé melts at the mention of your youngest babies. You’d worked in Ava’s preschool room for a couple of months before you’d moved around and eventually landed in the infant room permanently, and she’d been the youngest in her class. Daniel’s the youngest in the infant room now, and you wonder slightly if their mother goes home and worries about that fact. You’ve seen parents worry about less. “Did anyone show you their lunch again?” The corners of her eyes crease, and you frown persistently.

“That’s not nice.” You argue, because Reneé knows how much you hate thinking about spit- up. She laughs, and a few strands of hair fall over her eyes. “Nobody showed me their lunch, nobody showed me their snacks, and surprisingly, nobody acted like changing their butt was the most exciting part of the day. Made me think we could handle at least two right now. Maddie will go home with anyone. She doesn’t nap though. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You theorize and Reneé’s eyes sparkle with amusement as she hums, listening intently to your quiet dreaming about a future you won’t actually have for a while.

“Two, huh?” Reneé leans down to kiss your lips sweetly again, and you sigh contentedly into the exchange. You chase her touch when she pulls away too soon again, a displeased frown on your lips. “Keep telling me about your day.” She insists, brushing a thumb down your cheek. There’s a handful of blemishes bubbling beneath the surface of your skin. You’re meant to be starting ovulation sometime this week, and notoriously that breaks you out far worse than your actual period.

“They had broccoli alfredo and bananas for lunch, and I swear Amani drives me up a wall sometimes.” There’s an annoyed frown on your lips that steals the breath right out of Reneé’s lungs as she watches it entirely change your expression softly. She’s not entirely sure how someone can look so cute and aggravated at the same time. ”She was over my shoulder the entire time because she was scared of the littles choking. Which I get, but I was right there. I’m CPR certified, she’s not, so if Daniel really did start choking, she would’ve just been in my way of getting to him.” You can’t stress that point enough, though it’s futile. Reneé knows that you’re CPR certified, and she knows that your lanyard for work features bright pink letters that spell out CPR too. You’d needed to call her into the kitchen when you’d first gotten the name badge, unable to weave it through the keyring on your lanyard yourself without any nails. She’d spent the next ten minutes analyzing your picture and credentials in the building, and pouting about how you got to play with babies and she didn’t. She still listened intently, with her full attention on your eyes, never straying. She knows that sometimes you just like to hear yourself talk, especially when nobody else has listened to you today.

Her fingers still stroke your cheek, they’re mildly distracting as your focus keeps ebbing and waning between her and the faint sensation painting across your cheek, but you're not ready to give them up yet. You lean into the weight of her palm, letting her hold your head up herself for a couple of seconds before you tilt it normally again, scrunching your nose at her. “I just came home after that. I was thinking about going grocery shopping when I went on my break, but then I passed Krogers on the way home and didn’t realize until I passed that light by the gas station.” You yawn, and Reneé frowns as she glances at the alarm clock on her nightstand. She’s late. Only by forty minutes because of traffic she hadn’t expected, but she’s still late. It’s not late enough to have expected this level of exhaustion from you though. Her eyes soften when she reads that it’s still fifteen to nine, and the sky is only just truly beginning to darken outside the windows.

“Did you have dinner yet?” Reneé asks. She can’t tell if you’ve moved an inch since coming home from work. Your sneakers are kicked off in a clump at the edge of the bed, your yellow leggings are crumpled on top of the hamper, so close to where they should actually be, but somehow still misplaced. You look so comfortable with your head resting on your palm, your gaze tilted to watch her carefully.

“Yes.” Your belly squeezes. It’s a lie. You know that it is, even though your brain tells you there’s a million things you can tell her you ate to prove you’d consumed something today. Then it wouldn’t really be a lie anymore, but you’d still feel bad. “Did you?” It’s easier to turn your attention on her, to look at her with stars in your eyes and hope that she allows you to just keep falling in them over and over again.

“I ate, and I ate.” Reneé hums, her nude lips pursing. Her canine teeth sink into the pillowy bottom lip you’ve traced with practiced patience, the lamplight gleams off of her dazzling smile. “Picture me living my best life. Close your eyes, come your eyes, come on,” She directs spontaneously, excitement buzzing at her fingertips as she bounces on the bed to readjust. “Okay, picture me living my best life. Like if Frank Ocean was playing on every single radio station all day, that’s the kind of day I had. But, it totally would’ve been like if Beyoncé was playing on the radio all day if you were there.” Your eyes peak open, and you can’t help but smile when you realize she’s been looking at you this entire time.

“You had a Frank Ocean, good day? Wow, the world must be in harmony. All the lesbian angels are looking out for you.” You snort, because only Reneé would put her day up against her favorite streaming artists as a nonchalant comparison. Only she could make you smile just thinking about Blonde.

“Thank you, I know.” She grins, and she wiggles her head just enough to let her hair shake with her movements. You smile at the choppy cut that frames her face with edge. It’s a deadly combination when she traces her waterline with black gel liner. She laughs when it becomes evident that you're transfixed on her simply beauty, and her nose scrunches. “I was thinking that tomorrow you could ask Salah for the first break, and we could swing by that little cafe.” Reneé wrestles you down into the bed. You giggle, hair sprawling out on the pillows beneath you.

Reneé tangles her limbs with yours. A shiver crawls up your spine when something metallic and cold brushes against you, and your girlfriend laughs apologetically. She pulls away to wiggle out of her pants, kicking them off the side of the bed with a reliever huff. Eager fingers work at the clasp of her bra next. Your eyes can’t help but watch how her nipples pebble against the material of her top. You know she’s not going to be comfortable in that. You know that despite all of the effort she’d gone through to avoid getting out of bed, she’s going to be crawling out of her to find a t-shirt.

She shifts against the pillows, looking like she’s trying her best to stay content in your embrace, but eventually she can’t help it and she wiggles out of bed with dramatic whining and complaining that amuses you. Your eyes are heart shaped as they watch her wiggle out of her top, trading it in for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that nearly comes down to her knees and drowns her upper-frame unapologetically.

“I want your hoodie, please.” Your lashes bat unintentionally. Reneé has very publically and unabashedly vocalized her attraction to confidence that appeared as arrogance, but somehow she ended up with you, and you never seem to have an assertive way about you. Reneé loves the way you make her feel impossibly big, not just with power, but with love too.

Blue eyes soften as they look as you so contently sprawled across the bed half-dressed, and she knows without question that you haven’t moved from bed since you’d gotten home shortly after six. She knows what time it was because her Life360 pinged during a meeting and she’d smiled, uncaring of anyone’s opinion. She wants to call out the lie you’d allowed her to believe without telling it bluntly yourself, but the sinking guilt in her belly reminds her that hasn’t been all that present in your friendship recently. It’s not your relationship that she’s been neglecting, it’s the sacred bond that corresponds with your commitment to each other. She’s been here physically, but she’s been living in a bubble of optimism fueled by exhaustion. It sickens her from across the room, practically wafting off of you. What weren’t you telling her about the hours you spend alone?

“Is baby sleepy?” Reneé taunts instead of addresses, and it relaxes both of you to know that for right now, no problems exist. Both of you are tired, it’s just not the time to dredge up issues.

“Baby needs to go to bed.” A yawn rips past your lips, and Reneé smiles like she might just burst if her lips refused to give way to the energy coiling in her belly. It lights sparks in your belly just feeling her gaze on you, and so you turn your face into the pillows bashfully. Reneé can still make you blush. She’s well aware of that, as well as very proud.

Reneé turns toward the closet, and she fumbles through garment bags and sweatshirts until she comes across a solid grey one without strings. Your preferred sleeping hoodie. One that she hardly has the chance to wear because it’s on your body, or in your hamper, or in the back of your car instead of her closet. There’s no desire to put it on now. It doesn’t even cross her mind that she could put it on and give you a different one. It’s your hoodie. She’d accepted that a long time ago.

She crawls onto the bed, over your body, until her face is hovering over yours. There’s a tired smile on your lips when you reach up to grab her cheeks, pulling her down to kiss you with aggression that makes her laugh. Reneé is always manhandling you. It just comes naturally to her, but it really gives her a kick when you return the energy. Especially when she’s least expecting it.

She tastes sweet, like candy or sweet tea has washed across her tongue at some point recently. Temporarily being back in Huntersville has brought out a few of your favorite things in her. For one, she’s back on an incessant sweet tea kick despite telling everyone she’s not. And secondly, she’s back to her snarky southern bell commentary. She’d blessed somebody’s heart last night, though through the fog in your mind you can’t specifically remember who. And two days ago she’d been laying flat on her back, pondering if her tits were getting her any closer to god for being so big. She’d forgotten her medication at her house, hence why tonight you’ve chosen to come back to her place and oversee that she actually takes them, because she can’t remember the last time she did, and the last time you’d definitively seen it happen was two weeks ago in California. It amazes you briefly that she can be so on top of your medication, and so chronically forgetful of hers at points.

Reneé only pulls away from the kiss when your work bag falls off the door knob you’d hung it over tiredly, and every muscle in her body goes taut with worry that someone’s in the house. Your hand runs down her back soothingly, your lips chasing the shell of her ear.

“It’s just my bag.” You tell her softly, but she still searches for the discarded tote bag with rushing adrenaline until she can confirm that nothing else is happening beneath her nose. Always in flight or fight. You wonder if she’s constantly exhausted looking over her shoulder for the worst. She won’t tell you even if she is.

Reneé taps your bicep, sitting up on your hips to look down at you. She smiles when you comply, and she strips you out of your t-shirt to replace it with her hoodie. You look so effortlessly soft like this. With your hair messy from a long day, your face pale with exhaustion, your fingers sleepily pulling the cuffs of her hoodie over your hands until it’s two paws that bat at her cheeks veering for another kiss.

You twist around, kissing and teasing each other for more minutes than either one of you realize it’s been. You’re halfway asleep against Reneé’s chest when your stomach growls like it hasn’t been fed in days, and all you do is turn farther into her and let it consume you until it dwindles to only a memory that fills you with guilt. Reneé knows you, and she knows your body. She knows that it’s worse than she’d initially thought when you don’t even teasingly comment that “apparently you’re still hungry”. It’s not tonight’s problem though. Tonight, she just wants to hold you and make up for being all over the place in recent weeks.

When the sun rises, and you wake up, you realize it’s going to be harder than ever to hide your relapse from her. She hasn’t been home most mornings as of late, whisked away to some studio, or conference building, or event. And when she’s not balancing a fast booming career in music, she’s still holding onto the friendships that make her a person in her free time. You don’t always join her for drinks with Stephanie or dinner with Jake, just like she doesn’t always join you for dinner with Elliot, a friend you’ve kept since grade school, but before you can even register that the birds are annoying chirping and pulling you to consciousness, she’s asking if you want to join her for dinner and drinks tonight.

“Good morning to you too.” You huff, turning your face into her chest until all that consumes you is the scent of her perfume and detergent laced into the fabric of her t-shirt. Reneé laughs. She squeezes you tight, protectively. She’s probably been itching to do that since her eyes fluttered open. “Can we just stay here all day?” You ask over a yawn, fingers curling into her t-shirt.

“You have babies to play with, and I have bitches to scold.” She feigs annoyance at your pre-determined plans for the day, but they’re not all that demanding. You’re not expected at work until the late afternoon, and she’s not at anybody back and call until after three. You have all morning to just exist and wade around the inevitable for a while.

When your belly growls beneath Reneé’s palm, and there’s no valid reason to avoid staying in bed and avoiding breakfast, she drags you out of bed by your wrists. She’s full of sunshine and laughter as she bounces around the bedroom, conquering the morning with a n exuberance that’s contagious. It’s when you try to run after her down the hallway that the hunger begins to work again you, a thick heat suffocating your face and a thick disorienting haze coming over your vision so intensely it somehow vibrates in your ears. You sway on your feet for a minute, only a second really, but it’s long enough for Reneé to notice because she’d already been looking at you. She’s always looking at you.

“You okay?” Reneé frowns, and she’s at your side in a single moment. That wave of faintness passes quickly, like it always does, so it brings no wave of worry over you like it does Reneé. You offer a bold smile, because it’s not the first time this week you’ve concealed nearly fainting, and shrug her hands off of you.

“Good!” You take her distraction as your advantage, and continue the race to the kitchen, mocking her performance all while pulling out a package of muffin mix that she’d been putting off making for one reason or another. You truly couldn’t guess why, it’s just something she decided when she didn’t feel like doing it and now can’t seem to work around that mental block whenever she thinks of making it. You could kiss her face a million times over every time you take a minute to really think about how her brain works. It’s beyond magnificent to have a front seat view of the chaos.

It’s not that the sight of food is unappetizing, or even that it disgusts you slightly, you’re just not hungry. You haven’t been hungry for a while, even when your belly rumbles and your brain goes blank. You think about the workouts you’ve been doing. The silly little five minute exercises that you’d stolen from watching Reneé do simple stamina upkeep on break. It feels horrible to weaponize her techniques, but you’d done so without thinking, and now the routine engulfs you.

Reneé always hands you the whisk when she’s finished mixing together the wet and dry ingredients. It doesn’t matter what she is making, she knows you’re going to at least want to try a lick. Her lips flutter downwards when you reject her advances, declining the whisk dripping with batter.

It’s a subtle pressure forming on Reneé’s chest. The inability to let this keep sliding by. It had been slowly growing since last night, only getting stronger the more she’d felt your stomach growl against her palm in the middle of the night. You don’t seem all that far from yourself. At first she’d considered that all her time away had allowed her to miss the warning signs, but she analyzes you closely now, and there’s not an inch of you that seems out of place.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” Reneé is snarky, she’s quick to tease you before she compliments you, but she’s a protector at heart, a very stereotypical capricorn. It shouldn’t take your breath away when she turns the question on you with such sincerity, but you grapple for air the second her blue stare lands on you heavily.

There’s nothing wrong. Truly there isn’t a single thing you can name beside the few hundred problems that always exist. You’ve been having good days. You’ve been happy, truly happy, but then there’s this… and it seems to contradict everything that you’re feeling somehow. You wouldn’t say you’ve been any more anxious than normal, you wouldn’t say the world seemed drastically dim or hopeless beyond what was portrayed in the media, but there was undeniably something stirring the emotional pot in your belly. You don’t just start counting calories again on a whim. But it doesn’t tear you apart like it used to. It’s a weird maturity you’d never expected to meet. The point where you can recognize the ridiculousness in your actions without being in control enough to stop them entirely. You eat. You’ve eaten something every day this week. That’s more than you would’ve been able to say ten years ago, but it makes you sink to consider you’ve had this whisper in the back of your head for so long, so that’s the only ounce of credit you’d been able to give yourself before backing far off the thought.

You hate lying to her. You hate hiding parts of yourself from her when she’s the only person who really knows you. She’s the only person that hears the ins and outs of your day, the only person who you have never doubted truly cares about the niche little in between moments. You hate putting this wall up when there’s no reason for it. She’s the only serenity you’ve ever found in this chaotic world, you hate choosing unknown hell over known heaven because you’re terrified of eternal contentment. But that’s a deep rooted fear for therapy, not your kitchen with muffins in the oven. You wouldn’t even know where to begin if that one came up.

“I don’t know.” You hate to be so vague, but Reneé can see that you mean every last consonant you throw at her. Your shoulders sag, tears prick your eyes. You’d felt no prior resentment toward your situation. You feel it now though. It’s a slimy sensation that crawls up your throat. It grips your heart. Chills your blood. It’s not fair that you constantly wade through ankle deep waters. It’s not fair that no matter how far you fight to reach the shorelines, another wave crashes and brings the tide up higher. You’ve done your work in getting better, you’ve put in the hours where they matter and faced what you could, but it never seems to be enough to end the cycle before another one pops up. Reneé knows the resentment. She knows what it’s like to be addicted to the idea of something, constantly chasing a sensation you’ve created in your head. She knows how one simple change can become a downward spiral of bad decisions. Reneé knows just how much ‘I don’t know’ can encapsulate at the same time as meaning absolutely nothing.

“Oh, baby.” She deflates with you. She wraps you up in a tight embrace, her chin resting on the top of your head. She’s an anchor in the sea. Her chin is a steady pressure on your crown.”Why didn’t you say anything?” Reneé would’ve dropped everything to be there for you, but that was that problem. You didn’t want her to drop everything, to separate herself from her own life to put yours back together. Not when she’s finally finding that genuine happiness she’d always dreamed of.

“I didn’t want to trigger you.” You don’t mean to say it. You hate making her feel like she’s incapable of helping you because of her own addictions and locked away demons. She hates being reminded of how similar the two of you are, and how sharply you both can cut without meaning to. She wants to tell you that you shouldn't ever worry about her before yourself, but when the tables are turned, and she’s the one falling back on old habits that just won’t die, she still wants you to tell her things. She still wants to feel useful in helping you. She still tries to protect you from her nightmares like they’re not walking around alongside you too. “You’re thriving, Naé.” Your lip wobbles, it crumbles beneath the stinging pressure of tears. Your sinuses sting, your tear ducts feel heavy in your eyes. “And I didn’t even realize it was that bad. I just…I don’t know what I was trying to accomplish.” You drop your forehead onto her chest, right above her breast. Reneé deflates. She wraps an arm around you, and then another.

“Can you try and tell me what you’ve been doing?” She whispers, scared to speak any louder. Reneé isn’t a quiet person, but she’s quiet with you. You’ve never made her raise her voice to be heard. She’s never learned to have a need for projecting when it's just you two. “It doesn’t have to make sense. There doesn’t have to be a reason. Just tell me what you’ve been doing, yeah?” She levels your stare when panicked eyes raise from her shoulder. You haven’t even recognized half of your recent behavior until now. The frequent refilling of your water, the skilled grazing that will effectively leave you stated for hours despite being nothing of substance, the calorie counting, the working out in the morning which is slowly becoming after your shower, and when you leave the bedroom to find a snack, and after you get home from work. The quiet ache in your muscles could be from a number of things, but deep down you know it’s because you’ve made it your mission this week to exceed at everything you’ve ever fallen short at. Reneé’s workout regimen consists of a three minute plank as a warm-up. It’s essentially harmless. But when you do five sets a day in between crunches, push ups, mountain climbers, and wall sits, paired with whatever arm workouts you’ve seen in TikTok ads, its a wearing combination that desires a decent rest period. You haven’t stopped in weeks.

Reneé listens to you without judgment, even when her belly clenches with sickness just hearing about your hours beneath her nose. She wants to say that there hadn’t been signs, but there was. Now that she knows what to look for, it's so beyond clear that you’ve been stuck in this rut for a while. Your favorite cereal is usually gone in days. Between you and Reneé it never lasts more than three days at the longest, but it’s been at the top of her refrigerator for a week and a half now, collecting dust. Your favorite easy lunches that you just throw in the microwave haven’t been touched, Reneé’s not even sure if you know they're there at all. It’s little things, like how you’ve been wearing hoodies more frequently. How you’ve been shivering. You’re always hot. Always complaining that whatever room you’re in is a hundred degrees surely, but not recently. Recently you’ve been acting like the house is a tundra and you’re a desperate angel in the snow just trying to make it through.

“I tried.” Your voice cracks as you plead. Your nose burns, but when you wipe away sudden wetness that collects in your cupid's bow, it’s ice cold. “I’ve come so far. I tried so hard to keep it that way.” It’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that you’d come a long way in your recovery before this point, and that’s all it takes for Reneé to feel this heartbreak with you like she’s right there in it too. She’s been here. She’ll never keep her heart locked away from feeling this discouragement and sadness with you.

“It’s not your fault.” You don’t know what she’s aiming to accomplish, but your eyes sting with an onslaught of fresh tears and you bat your fists against her chest once, twice, before they desperately curl into the fabric of her t-shirt like she might slip away if you let go.

“It feels like it's my fault.” You tell her. Trying so hard to keep the anger out of your voice. It’s not her fault. The one thing you know definitively in all of this is that it’s not Reneé’s fault. But it certainly feels like it’s your fault. All your life everyone has always told you it's your own fault.

“Hey.” Her voice levels. It evens out with a stern edge that shatters your world just a little bit, enough to redirect your blown pupils onto her face. Your lips pout, downturn into a frown that’s genuine but so sweetly amusing. At any other time, Reneé would bring attention to how gentle you look like this. “Quit it.” She scolds and you sigh, falling into the southern twinge that only slips out because of where you are.

Huntersville, how it always seems to bring the worst out of you both.

Before Reneé can attempt to patch up your heart, the timer dings from the stovetop, and your eyes fall onto the oven where your muffins have risen over the silicon pan. Reneé sighs, pulls away from your touch, and begrudgingly reaches for the oven mitt speckled with daisy’s. It’s from your apartment. You don’t even know how it made its way here.

She plates you one, with butter spread across the top. It’s not that it looks unappetizing, or even that your stomach churns at the idea of eating it, but you’re aware of how it feels unnecessary to eat when your body isn’t breaking down. You’ve gotten to a point where eating for pleasure doesn’t cross your mind, and neither does eating out of acute hunger pains.

She guides you to the island regardless. She sits with you at the black countertop, laughs with you when crumbs spill onto your laps despite precautions being taken to assure no mess was made. She didn’t let you think about the workout you still hadn't done, pulling you into the shower with giggles and bites to your naked shoulder.

She doesn’t take big steps to entirely rewrite your thoughts right now. She lets you brush off her idea of lunch, instead deciding to tag along for dinner with Stephanie and Julia and Jake. It’s not a race to the finish line, you’ll get there eventually regardless of whether you run or take it slow.

Before you leave for work, fifteen minutes separating you and the start of your shift, Reneé pins you to the threshold of the front door and holds you by the loops on your jeans. “I’m proud of you.” She tells you. It feels silly. You hadn’t done anything spectacular, but she doesn’t need you to move the moon to be proud of you. She hates how much you forget that.

“I love you.” You whisper sweetly against her lips, kissing her shortly and sweetly three times before you peel away, no longer able to put aside the inevitable. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Bye, baby.”

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steddie x fem!reader collab with @voyeurmunson

summary: a facetime call with Eddie and Steve gets heated

warnings- masturbation (f), mlm, jerking off, dirty talk, fantasizing, dick slapping, if I miss anything tell me!

wordcount- 1.8K

a/n: thank you guys for reading we hope you enjoy this, feedback is always appreciated and welcome! 💞

October 2022

Being cooped up indoors was making you stir crazy, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in a week and you could feel the withdrawal setting in. Eddie had gone to visit Steve, his best friend that currently lived in Chicago. He was a CEO, a big shot but Eddie swore he was down to earth. You had to admit he was easy on the eyes and even you’d seen Eddie glance at him in a much more that friendly way before. You sighed as you slumped back onto your bed, opening your laptop before clicking on FaceTime. Eddie called every night around the same time, sure he wasn’t physically with you but seeing him always made you feel like a schoolgirl with their first crush.

“Hey sweetheart.” You smile as you see your boyfriend’s frizzy hair, his brown eyes sleepy as he rubs them with the back of his hand. “Missin’ me again peanut?” You nod, as he grins at you, the dimples on his cheeks prominent. “Can’t help it Ed’s you’ve been gone for way too long, tell Steve I want my boyfriend back.” You whine out, hearing Steve’s laugh ring out from somewhere in their room. He quickly pops into view, sitting down next to Eddie. His glasses sliding down his nose before he pushes them back up and grabs a blanket, curling up. “Sorry, didn’t you know he was my man before he was yours?” Steve says, winking at you as you roll your eyes playfully.

“So sorry, forgot you guys are married.” You say, Eddie laughs, leaning back against the couch as you watch the both of them. They both looked like sin, Steve with his brown sweater that complimented his eyes far too well… and Eddie, who didn’t even bother to put clothes on only in his boxers, the black hair on his stomach tempting. You wanted to run your tongue over it. Your mind wanders as they take turns telling you about what they had been up to today, you weren’t catching all of it simply because your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how you wanted to be between them.

You craved the feeling of Eddie’s calloused hands running over your body, down, down, getting closer to where you needed him the most before he’d pull away, a cruel smile dancing on his lips as you’d whine quietly. Steve would be on the other side of you, leaning down to your neck, his nose gently tracing up the side of it before nipping at your ear playfully. You snapped out of it as Steve’s hand waves in front of the camera, you feel yourself flush as Eddie’s laugh comes through your speakers. “What were you thinking about sweetheart?” He asks, a knowing look in his eyes as you glance over to the clock on your bedside table. “N-nothing really, just miss you Eddie.” You whisper, chewing on your lip nervously before looking back over at the two of them.

Steve sets his coffee down, glancing over at Eddie before leaning over to whisper something to him. Eddie smiles looking at you before nodding at Steve. You huff in annoyance. “Hey, no secrets, what's going on guys?” You ask, adjusting your shirt as you sit up against your headboard. “So Steve and I have had this idea, because sorry sweetheart you’re way too obvious about how you feel. I see how you look at the both of us.” You stop breathing for a second, your face heating up as you think about slamming your laptop shut. Shit. “We just wanted to ask you if you wanna have some fun.” He says, leaning forward some so that his eyes are practically burning through yours. “A-and what would this fun be Eddie?” You squirm a little, looking at where Steve was sitting, his eyes were glued to you.

“Oh I think you know sweetheart, I think you’ve been fantasizing some filthy things in that pretty little head of yours. We want to hear about it baby, is that okay?” You close your eyes, trying to ground yourself before opening your mouth to answer. “Yes sir, I’ll tell you.” Eddie nods. “Good girl. Every thought baby, they all belong to Steve and I. One more thing though peanut, I want you to touch yourself too while you tell us. Can you do that, baby?” You nod, your fingers twitching at the hem of your shirt as you focus on them.

“Was thinking about you touching me, both of you, touching me.” You slowly slide your hands up your shirt, your fingers leaving goosebumps as you imagine your hardest that they belong to either of the men on your laptop screen. You let your mouth run, your mind shutting off as you tell the both of them every deep and dark fantasy that’s played through your mind when seeing them. You bite your lip, your eyelashes fluttering as you try your best to keep your eyes open. There’s a moment where Eddie says something to Steve but you’re too lost in the moment to care.

Your fingers slip under the band of your shorts, sliding lower until a dampness covers them. Your breathing shortens as you hear Steve let out a choked moan, you glance at the screen again watching as Eddie’s hand slides over onto his lap, his ringed fingers teasing the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Eddie whispers, his hand wrapping around Steve’s clothed cock the best that it can. Steve grips the back of the couch, the muscles in his neck straining as he lets out little huffs of air. His face is red as he lazily watches you. Your boyfriend is all too smug next to Steve while he teases him. “Show us what you wish we were doing to you honey.”

You slowly lift your hips, pushing your shorts off before your panties follow quickly behind. You scoot the computer down, making sure they have a perfect view of you as you spread your legs. You’re so wet you can feel it running down to your ass, ruining the sheets below you. You close your eyes as you imagine the two men in your room with you, caressing your skin as you lay before them. “She’s so pretty Eddie.” Steve moans, the sound of a slick fist can be heard, you didn’t know if it was his or Eddie’s. Your fingers trail down your thighs before you finally touch yourself for them. You gently place them against your clit, a sort of hiss breaking its way from your throat as you finally circle it slowly.

“There’s a good girl.” You hear Eddie say, your eyes open slowly and you think you’ve died and gone to heaven at the sight before you. The boys had made quick work while your mind was floating, not only were they completely undressed now… Steve’s hand was wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie’s hand around Steve. The both of them slowly work over each other, the sound of their wet skin and moans making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “Oh fuck.” You moan, as you slip two fingers inside yourself, “Want you both so bad, n-need you here, want you inside.” You say, your fingers slowly sliding in and out of yourself before you pick up speed, thinking about how they’d feel inside you, on you. You wanted their mouths on you, you wanted them to use you. “Fuck, Steve… Eddie.” You moan out.

“Look at her big boy, she’s crying for you. Think she could take this big dick?” He asks, taking his hand off of Steve before slapping it a few times. The muscles in his legs twitch as his body tries to coil away, the moans coming from his mouth telling a complete different story. You feel yourself throb, watching beads of pre-cum slide down Steve onto Eddie’s fist as he wraps his hand back around the other man. “Make him cum Eddie, wanna see.” You mumble, your other hand coming up to play with your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples until you feel like crying. Eddie smirks over at Steve, running his hand back up to squeeze at his sensitive head as Steve lazily strokes Eddie, his hand pausing every few seconds. “Gonna show her? Think she wants a show, Stevie.” Steve nods, his hair falling around his face as the muscles in his stomach tense up.

Eddie flicks his wrist over him a few more times before Steve is cumming, his eyes latched onto your fingers watching the way they push in deeper. “Fuckkk.” He moans, he sounds like he’s been taken straight from a porno as he fucks up into Eddie’s fist, his lips swollen and raw from how hard he’s bitten them. His hand grips tighter onto Eddie, creating a pain that has Eddie reeling, his own release threatening to break at any moment. Eddie’s eyes shut as Steve comes down a little more from his own high, stroking over the older man with a sick sort of smile on his face, he’s glancing between the both of you. “You should feel how hard he is honey, I just know he wishes he could cum in your pussy right now.” Your hips buck off of the bed as you pull your fingers out of yourself quickly, gliding them back up and around your clit.

“Y-yes Steve oh fuck, please, make him cum, want him to cum in me please I-” your rumbling is cut short as you spread your legs a bit more, your fingers pace growing erratic as Eddie moans. His head is leaned back against the couch, the curls that you love to pull on so much falling down over his shoulders, sweat is beading on his forehead and running down the side of his face. Steve does something that finally breaks you, leaning towards Eddie and opening his mouth. Your eyes focus hard as he sticks his tongue out, licking up from Eddie’s jaw to the side of his face before he’s pulling away, staring straight at you. “Cum. Right now. Both of you.” He demands. The both of you obey Steve’s command, your bodies giving up and at his mercy.

You’d never experienced something like this before, and you already feel addicted to it as your body shakes. You try to watch Eddie cumming too but you can’t keep your eyes open as you drift off into a blissful state, your chest heaving as you slump back against your bed, worn out. You faintly hear Steve’s voice muttering out praises as you smile happily, finally able to open your eyes. Eddie’s still leaned back against the couch, a dopey smile on his face as Steve laughs at him. “You weren’t kidding man, she’s perfect.” Eddie nods slowly like he can barely hold his head up. “We're doing this again sweetheart, if you want to of course?” You’ve never answered a question faster in your life, “Yes! please.” Eddie chuckles, slowly leaning down to pull his boxers back up. “Steve’s ticket has already been bought sweetheart he’s coming back with me.”

Oh my god. You’re doomed.

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zayne-s · 8 months ago

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fourteen hundred hours

don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."

buy me a ☕?

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eddiazx · 8 months ago

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benefit part 2 - evan buckley x reader

part 1 here!

Buck wakes up with his nose pressed against your hair. You’ve slept at Buck’s multiple times, even shared beds once or twice, but he never realized just how clingy you are in your sleep. Half your body is on top of his: your head is tucked underneath his chin, your arm is splayed out over his bare torso, and your right leg is hooked over his left thigh, knee brushing up against his morning wood.

Buck likes this. The domesticity, the smell of you, your warmth; Buck could get used to waking up this way all the time.

Except, he thinks soberly, that’s not what the two of you had agreed on. This was supposed to be just sex. But Buck has come to the belated realization that it could never be just anything with you.

��Buck? You awake yet?”, Eddie’s voice comes ringing through the loft from his front door. Buck’s eyes widen; he had completely forgotten that he made plans to get breakfast with him that morning. He looks at you, who had woken up to the sound. With an impressive quickness, you roll off and drop down soundlessly to hide under the bed in all your naked glory. Buck would have busted out laughing if he wasn’t so scared that Eddie was going to catch the two of you together. Neither of you would hear the end of it if the rest of the team found out about your little arrangement.

Eddie makes his way up the loft stairs and gives Buck an unimpressed look over at his sleepy, shirtless form. Buck had had the sense to throw the covers over his legs to avoid flashing Eddie.

“Hey Eds”, Buck smiles weakly.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. You able to get ready in 5, at least? I’m craving that breakfast burrito from Joe’s.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Just…go watch TV and I’ll be ready in a bit.” Buck says, desperately hoping Eddie doesn’t look too closely at the fact that your bra was on the floor in the corner of the room.

Eddie nods, before saying, “Maybe we can text Y/N if she wants to join us too.”

Buck lets out a startled cough at your name, but Eddie already has his back to him, walking down the stairs. A few moments pass until Buck hears the sounds of Brooklyn 99 playing downstairs.

Buck leans over and peers down at you. You have an amused smile on your face, but Buck can’t help but mouth, “you okay?”

You nod, and give him a thumbs up. You gesture at your phone, which Buck hands over to you. He watches as you open up your notes app and type out 'go grab breakfast, I’ll let myself out and lock the door' before showing him the text.

Buck nods and walks to the bathroom, all the while wondering what the heck he got himself into.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Eddie is talking about a project Chris has for his history class while chewing on his burrito. Buck is trying really hard to pay attention, but his brain keeps providing him with unhelpful flashes of last night. He thinks he might be hallucinating, because he can even picture you sitting down in front of him.

Wait, that’s not a hallucination, you were actually here.

“Hi guys”, you smile, swiping a potato off of Eddie’s plate and popping it into your mouth, eyes sparkly and beautiful as usual. Buck is again met with a memory of last night, when you put something of his in your mouth.

Buck shakes his head, as if he can physically clear his mind from the memory. “Uh, what’re you doing here?”

“I knew you would forget so I sent her a text to join us while you were getting ready.” Eddie responds for you.

"Right, yeah." Buck nods quickly.

Eddie and you exchange glances. Buck was acting weird, weirder than normal.

While you order and promptly delve into a conversation with Eddie, Buck considers moving to another firehouse, one where he didn't have to see and work with his best friend that he was hopelessly in love with.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

"Hen, can I talk to you?", Buck stammers, when they're the only two seated at the firehouse dinner table one evening.

"Sure, what's up?" Hen asks, closing the textbook she was reading.

"I... I think I have feelings for Y/N." Buck admits.

Hen continues to stare at Buck expectantly, not a single difference showing in her face after Buck's admission. "Wait, that's it? That's not news to anybody, Buck."

Buck blinks at Hen. "What?"

"Buck, you've been gone for her since she started at the 118. You've had permanent heart eyes for that girl."

"No... we're friends! Best friends!"

Hen shoots Buck a patient look. "Chim and I are best friends, Buck. You and Y/N are in a different category entirely."

"Okay, fine, whatever. It's bad, Hen. We started sleeping with each other last week and -"

"What?!"

"She's so smart and beautiful Hen, and she makes the hottest sounds when-"

"Okay, ew."

"But she doesn't want to be in a relationship and I don't know how to act around her now that I know I have feelings for her and-"

"Alright Buck, breathe." Hen motions for Buck to inhale and exhale with her hands. Hen seems thoughtful for a second, before she asks, "how do you know she doesn't want to be in a relationship?"

"I don't think a relationship was what she had in mind. She suggested we have sex casually; that it wouldn't be weird 'cause we're friends."

"That... was a horrible idea."

Buck groans and puts his head in his hands. "Well, I know that now!"

Hen smiles softly, prying Buck's hands away to hold onto them. "Buck, we all knew that you were in love with her, but she looks at you the same way. I think you guys should talk to each other. You guys might be on the same page."

Buck looks at Hen's earnest, honest face. He wasn't entirely convinced, but he knows that he couldn't keep avoiding you or clamming up the way he did at breakfast. He needed to come clean.

And then promptly move.

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frost-queen · 1 year ago

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Coming down sick (Daughter!R & The Warrens)

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The tv was playing as you were all gathered around it. Your parents in one sofa, your dad’s arm over hers. You sat in the other sofa with a blanket over you. You pulled it tighter around you, letting out a shiver. It alerted your mom Lorraine. – “Are you cold honey?” – she questioned. Ed looked around, trying to feel the temperature for himself. – “It is rather warm in the room.” – he stated lowering his hand once more.

“Just a cold shiver.” – you responded, not sure what it was. – “Okay.” – Lorraine answered turning her attention to the tv once more. You snuggled under your blanket to keep as much of your own body heat as close as possible. After half an hour or so, you started to feel sleepy. Your eyes almost falling shut. Blinking rapidly, you sat yourself better.

It made your dad look briefly at you, reposition yourself. You couldn’t understand as you felt wide awake an hour ago. Not long your eyelids started to fall shut. You let them close for a second, before waking yourself up. Flashing your eyes back open to focus on the tv. You hid a yawn by moving your blanket in front of your mouth. Lorraine laughed at something on the tv.

Overcome with exhaustion, you were debating to give in to it or not. It was just 8pm. Barely any time to go to sleep, unless you were a child. For a brief moment, you were wide awake. Only for the exhaustion to kick in double. This time you yawned loud, body shivering. – “That boring?” – Ed joked pointing with the remote to the tv. You shook your head. – “Just a bit tired.” – you responded.

“Do you need some Camille tea?” – Lorraine suggested. You politely shook your head. – “No thank you mom. I think I’m just going to head upstairs. Occupy myself a bit to get this out of my body.” – you went on, pulling the blanket from you. – “Okay.” – Lorraine spoke watching you get up. You went over to them, bending over to give them a kiss on their cheek.

“Night mom.” – you said receiving a kiss on your forehead in return. – “Night dad.” – you then spoke, leaving a kiss on his cheek. Ed drew a cross on your forehead for protection. Something he had done since you were born. It was a habit now. – “Night darling.” – he answered.

You left the room, heading upstairs. Hearing the last of your father chuckle at something on tv. Getting up the stairs, you started to notice just how exhausted your limbs were. Feet barely wanting to move. Your knees buckled as you needed to clamp onto the railing to stay upright. Panting loud, you had no idea what your body was experiencing.

With a lot of effort you, made your way up. Everything felt sore. Groaning soft, you barely had the strength to brush your teeth, but you did anyways. Entering your room, you wondered what to do to occupy yourself. To get yourself to wake up again. Nothing came to mind or seemed to tiring to put the energy into it.

With a soft groan, you let yourself fall onto your bed, face forwards. Your mind told you to get back up, but your body wouldn’t budge. Instead they kept laying stubbornly still. Exhaling loud, your eyes closed as your world turned blank.

Lorraine and Ed silently went up the stairs. – “I’ll just check up on our girl.” – Lorraine said standing in the corridor upstairs. Ed nodded heading for the bathroom. Lorraine knocked gentle on your door. – “Y/n, your dad and I are going to bed. You should too…” – she said upon entering.

She frowned seeing you lay down on your bed, the lights still on. Lorraine approached the bed. – “You must’ve been really tired.” – she whispered, lifting your legs up to move them under the blanket. She then pushed your body a bit, to get you to lay in a more comfortable way. She tugged you in, leaving one last kiss on your head.

Flashing the lights out, she left your room. She joined Ed in the bathroom. – “Already fast asleep.” – she told him. He hummed soft with his toothbrush in his mouth. They went to their bedroom. The Warren’s house falling silent.

Around 3 pm you woke up. Your sleep interrupted by own doing. Your mind simply let you know to open your eyes. Groaning soft, you sat up, rubbing your eye. Then the soreness came. A pain moving through your limbs. They shuddered as you shivered. Despite it being blazing hot under the covers, were you cold.

You had to lay down again, not sure what was happening. Touching your forehead, you felt that it was warm. Rather hot. Wrapping the covers around you, you tried to close your eyes once more. It was no use as the bothering in your body was ever present. Tiredness expressed in your limbs as everything felt too exhausting.

Even your limbs resting felt tiring. Touching your forehead again, you knew you were coming down with a fever. Exhaling deep, you rolled over. Eyes wide open as you couldn’t catch any sleep. Staring at your wall, you watched the hours tick by till morning hit.

You heard your parent’s bedroom door open. They were awake. You barely had it in you to get up. Stomach hurting now as well. Since you’ve been awake for several hours now, your stomach interpreted it into I need food. There was no denying it now. You were sick. Groaning loud, you rolled over to the other side. You knew your parents had an important interview. One they couldn’t miss.

You didn’t want to be the reason for them missing the interview. There was only one option left. You needed to lie. There was a knock on the door. – “Honey time to wake up.” – it was your dad, speaking through the door. – “Okay.” – you answered. You waited for his footsteps to die out before leaving your room. Rushing into the bathroom. You almost freaked out at the state of you.

The lack of sleep wasn’t glorifying with the illness. You looked even worse. Splashing some water in your face, you hoped to wake up more. When it appeared presentable enough, you got dressed and went downstairs. Your muscles aching with sore and tiredness. Every step, every movement felt like taking up too much energy.

“Morning Y/n darling.” – Lorraine said baking some eggs. – “Morning my girl.” – Ed spoke whilst setting the table. Normally you’d help him out, but today it felt too exhausting. You sat down, trying to look alive as possible. Lorraine quirked her eyebrow up, eyeing her husband at your unusual behaviour. Ed shrugged it off, thinking it probably just wasn’t your day. – “So honey, you know mom and I have that interview today right.” – Ed began.

You forced a smile, knowing it damn too well. – “You’ll have to eat lunch alone. Don’t worry we’ll be back around 5.” – he explained coming to sit down as well. Lorraine hummed loud to agree. – “Okay…” – you responded softly. – “It is only for a couple of hours.” – Lorraine said, setting the pan down. She moved over to you, kissing your head before you could keep her at bay.

Her eyes widened slightly, moving your head back, pressing her hand against your forehead to feel. – “Mom.” – you groaned out, pushing her hand away. – “Y/n feels hot.” – she expressed wanting to feel again. You slapped her hand away. – “I’m fine. Just go do your interview.” – you answered a bit bitsy.

“Y/n?” – Ed said confused to from where your sudden behaviour came. – “What’s wrong?” – he asked. – “Nothing.” – you replied. Lorraine surprise attacked you, pressing her hand against your forehead again. – “You’re burning up. Are you coming down with a fever?” – she called out worried. – “That’s it, we’ll post-pone the interview.” – Ed declared. – “No!” – you blurted out. – “Y/n…” – Lorraine looked worriedly at you. – “It’s just an interview.” – she explained.

“A really important one. Me being sick isn’t a reason for you to stay home.” – you ratted yourself out with your own stupidness. Sighed soft, there was no lying about it anymore. – “Were you feeling like this since last night?” – Lorraine wanted to know. You nodded as she tilted her head to the side. – “Y/n darling why didn’t you say anything.” – she asked. – “Because you had that interview.” – you explained. Ed got up, going round the table. – “Nothing is more important than our girl.” – he wrapped his arms around you.

Lorraine joined, giving you a good squeeze. – “Ed, post-pone the interview.” – Lorraine ordered. Ed nodded, already heading over to the phone. She took your hand, pulling you up. – “We are going to take care of our daughter.” – she said. She helped you back upstairs, tugging you back in. Ed came running up the stairs with some medicine.

Lorraine accepted it, assisting you to some medicine. – “You’ll feel better and be able to get some sleep.” – she said. Ed laid his hand on her shoulder. – “We’ll be right here.” – he spoke. You smiled at your parents before laying your head down and trying to catch in on that sleep.

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svttaeri · 1 month ago

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«hello» Taeri greeted as she opened the white door, revealing the large room filled of people. chaos was inevitable since they have uncountable number of staff and members were being noisy as usual, especially Seungkwan who was dancing in the middle of the room. she probably was one of the last to arrive so she just rushed to put her mic on after giving a quick look to the room.

a fitted white shirt wrapped her upper body revealing a glimpse of her tummy, since she left the last button undone, while her legs were covered by a pair of flared black jeans. Taeri sat comfortably in her chair beside Jihoon, occasionally giving glance to the camera and following the laughs when they filled the room.

confusion lingered among seventeen member as no one actually knew what the content of the day would be, not even the class president— Mingyu— or the leader. wrong and confused suppositions were made just for them anging in the air, and when it seemed like they finally had some answers all the staff was asked to wait outside.

«didn't we just start filming?» Taeri's frown was visibile in her face, just like the others. members murmurs filled the room that was nearly awkward silent except for the staff soles hitting the ground as they lead outside the room and the director apologies trowards them.

thats when they were asked to do the most exhilarating thing to do in their whole career. Genius— absolutely genius.

[March 31, 2025][HYBE parking lot]

«there is no space left in the vocal team van, someone's gotta go with the hip-hop team» a staff member flicking her eyes between Taeri and Seungkwan, the last two to leave the HYBE bulding.

«it's okay, i'll go» Taeri quickly said while the corner of her mouth lifting impercetibly as her hand shakes into the air, it was no bother at all. «am I welcome in the hip-hop team instead of Wonwoo» the girl joked, hooping into the van letting the heavy door close after her and taking a seat beside Seungcheol in the backseat.

the quiet hum of the city reached her ears in a calming way, her head resting against the darkned glass as her big eyes slowly shut. «how much longer do we have to live as 14?» the leader voice shook her from her almost-asleep status forcing her to open eyes and adjust herself from the comfy position.

she didn't said a word, her gaze just flicked back and forth the two guys holding a short convo not holding her smile when the oldest one yawned— squinting eyes cutely. «youre sleepy, aren't you?» Taeri hand reached over his leg patting it twice, giving him a knowing look. she didn't really waited for an answer as she could actually tell he was tired and probably dreaming about his bed and blankets after such a long— exhausting day.

«i'm okay with changing things but EIGHTEEN really isn't it» Mingyu's voice suddently filled the quite van, he wasn't really interested in the conversation as he kept her eyes on the phone screen just like as the other two. Taeri frowned «so you'd rather eventually lose a few members and mess up all the dynamics instead of just changing the name?» she watched his side profile while his mouth was ready to defend his words.

«i mean, look at the bright side. adding new people can brings youth to the group» he replied without lifting his eyes. «but hearing EIGHTEEN just doesn't sound good» his point was sharp— clear but Taeri still disagree, shaking her head and looking away from him «i don't get you»

[March 25, 2025][SEVENTEEN's home]

taeri walked trought the small front door giving herself a moment to look around for a second before heading troward the so called living room. it wasn't nothing fancy— actually it was kinda ugly. clothes and shoes were exposed, a messy bed right beside them with Jun laying on it. she was just few inches away, sitting on the other bed watching the chaos unfold in front of her.

«why do you change the way you speak when cameras are rolling?» Minghao asked the younger boy— Seungkwan, making her giggle. «you never do this either» Taeri couldn't hold back a smile at the sight of the chinese member doing... push-ups? «why do you roast people and then you do the same thing!» she exclaimed pointing at the boy. in response she just recived some embarassed— or maybe knowing— giggles.

bored of the situation, Taeri decided that it was finally time to get up from that bed, where now Woozi was laying too. her steps were light, nowhere to actually go. «you ordering?» seeing dino with his phone in hand caught her attention. food had been on her mind the whole time, her stomach feeling emptier that it should. reciving a nod from the youngest was everything she needed, and she happly clapped.

«tell me it's Japanese» Taeri asked, tought her hopes were already low, Jun's habit of always ordering Chinese food never went away with the time. Dino's look said it at all: his eyes amused, head slightly tilted on the side and the corner of his mouth raised as he looked at her.

«yah Moon Jun-hui, you and your habit of ordering Chinese food» Taeri dramatically turned around planning to head to the living room again, scolding him for eating the same damn thing everytime. a warm feeling wrapped her wrist blocking her steps, «i'm going to order Japanese after this» dino slightly pointed at his phone, he didn't need to know what she was craving— it was so obvious of her.

«members, gather around» hoshi's voice called out looking into every room for someone. Taeri wasn't even done with her meal yet, still sitting down at the low table along Minghao and Jun. she was a slow eater needing to taste every bite of it, Jun was simply an heavy —chinese— food lover. Minghao was just there picking now and then little bites from the plate in front of him, his eyes occasionally lingering on Taeri's figure eating and making sure she was enjoying the meal —if she was actually was. that probably was the cutes habit he had picked up after her hiatus.

everyone in that room knew it was about to be an absolutely chaos the moment Mingyu spoke making her roll eyes. «restructuring would make life easier» he said still following his previous idea and basically siding with the company.

«EIGHTEEN isn't it» «maybe... black SEVENTEEN»

almost choking on her food at the sentence Taeri hold back a laugh, she didn't want to to ruin the whole concept of the documentary but Hoshi was effortlessy funny. just the thought of Jeonghan being here in this situation made her want to laugh more— knowing the weird and funny things he would've come up with.

«i think pink SEVENTEEN would be better, what do you think?» taeri joined in, casually saying colours. «pink SEVENTEEN?» hoshi repeated not fully convinced. Taeri nodded «don't you like it? i think it kinda brings youth back to the group» she mocked Mingyu's words from earlier in the van

«actually i got a seventeen tattoo in a spot it's hard to see» Taeri forgot for a moment it was all made up, her eyes widened at the confession and she looked at the boy stunned. «show me» Minghao dared — or maybe he just was genuinley curious— but she didn't expect him actually leading to the bathroom followed by almost everyone else, leaving her alone.

«not fair i can't see it» she said to the camera filming her as she was now alone in there, sitting on the edge of the bed. she shook her head, watching her teammates faces curiosly— he actually got a seventeen tattoo? Vernon's reaction left her with hundred question marks floating above her head, she'd have to wait until the documentary was done for the day to learn the trurth. «i guess we can't change it, at least for Jun's sake»

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«so the other members want to keep things as they are, and you want to change everything. Why don't we try to find a middle ground?» Vernon genuinely asked appeasing her, that was the smartest thing to do at the moment. not adding or removing someone.

«no it's better to just change the name, who minds if it doesn't sound good? we'll get used to it. Woozi's shy, so are Wonwoo and Hao, adding someone would just mess up all the dinamics we've built» Taeri said as her like dependend on it or it was actually a serious thing.

«don't you remember how some of you were extra why just because i wasn't a male too? that would be the exact same thing» she shrugged getting her point straight and solid— that shut up almost everyone in the room almost.

«but we were way younger, maybe things changed and we didn't even realize it» Mingyu broke the silence frist. Taeri had to hold back from rolling her eyes again not getting why he was so invested with the addition of someone new.

«why do you want someone new so badly? even on our ride here. maybe you're even the one leaving and you messed up everything for nothing» she snapped back— maybe a bit harsher than she meant. «i just think that this could be a great change for us» he answered, defending his point.

«i think we should change everything like line up and name» Dino words take her backwards— was he getting crazy? almost everyone in the room showed their disapproval. «you drunk?» taeri voice mixed with others disapproving the maknae words

it was fast when things excalated— Jun's tattoo he couldn't get removed, Mingyu costantly siding with the company and someone who didn't want to change anything. member didn't wanted the cameras rolling anymore, the thought of leaving the group wasn't comaciando con la registrazione of the documentary.

«just empty the spot» «are we really ending like this» air was heavy, Taeri didn't know wheter to laugh or be surpised. it felt like those trainee days again— full of tension and that strange mix of fear and hope. just dreams and no power at all in their hands

«well, if we rebrand i vote for pink SEVENTEEN» Taeri wanted to light up the mood— even if it wasn't real she didn't enjoyed that fake tension al all. «pink?!» Mingyu gasped raising an eyebrow at her «yes, youthful and fresh like a laundry detergent»

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louloulemons-posts · 2 years ago

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Sleepy Snuggles

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Just a drabble about Eddie coming home to his sleepy baby.

Word Count : 0.5k

Warnings : Pure fluff, mentions of a migraine, mentions pain medication, cuties in love, not proof read.

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Trying to enter the trailer as quietly as possible, Eddie slid off his shoes. Wayne was working a night shift so he didn’t have to worry about waking him up, but there was you.

He knew what he’d walk into his room to find. You wrapped up in a blanket, one of his hellfire shirts on and little of anything else. He’d been out playing with his band tonight and had convinced you to stay home.

A migraine had been bothering you all day, you had tried to tell Eddie you were fine, but he said no, even saying he’d call off tonight’s show to make sure you stayed put. He smiled when he saw a note on the fridge door.

‘Hey Rockstar,

I know you smashed it tonight, like you always do. I made you dinner, make sure to eat before you head to bed, and have some water too.

I love you.’

Looking in the fridge he found some stew, he loved when you made it and you knew so. Even in the warmer months, he loved it, he then saw some bread rolls that he knew your mom had made.

He could never have imagined being loved the way he is by you, or your parents accepting him the way they did. He felt so lucky. He had two families that loved him so much.

Whilst he waited for the stew to be fully warm he drank a big glass of water, his throat feeling scratchy from all the singing he’d done. Grabbing a bowl and spoon he emptied the put and sat him self down.

Almost moaning when he ate the first bite of stew soaked bread. His body was tired and this was just what he needed, along with sleepy cuddles from his favourite person.

It didn’t take him too long to demolish the bowl of food, not realising how hungry he had been. Rising the bowl slightly, he clicked the light off and headed down to his room.

There you were, snuggled into the blankets, hair messy on the pillow. Eddie began to remove his jacket and rings from his fingers. Shimming out of his jeans, he did his best not to wake you up.

Climbing in gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You hummed slightly, mumbling a sleepy, “How was your show?”

“It was good, how’s your head feeling?” He asked, rubbing your bare tummy. “Less noisy.”

“I’m glad. Did you take meds?”

“Mhm, then I slept. Did you get your stew? Made some for Wayne too.”

You turned in his arms to face him, eyes opening slightly to find his face in the darkness. “I did, it was delicious as always. I’ve gotta thank your mom for the bread too.” You smiled softly, playing with the ends of his curls.

“You sleepy baby?” he asked.

“Mhm, you must be too. Being a rockstar can’t be easy Eds,” you mumbled, clearly becoming delirious in your tired state. “Well we can sleep in tomorrow, make sure you’re taken care of too.”

“Oooh Doctor Munson,” you huffed as laugh, which Eddie couldn’t help grinning at. “Sure babe, Doctor Munson. I’ll take care of you My Love.” He kissed your head and you snuggled closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest.

Drawing patterns on your back, Eddie soon heard your soft snores, “Goodnight Sweetheart, I love you.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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starshideurfics · 4 months ago

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Thirsty Thursday - Be Mine?

steddie, omegaverse, power dynamics, minor feminization, mdni🔞

Eddie knows better. He knows better than to act like a knothead, to say something as stupid as, “You know I’ve got that pussy on lock,” when Wheeler asks about his Valentine’s plans with Steve. And maybe it was just posturing when talking to his boyfriend’s ex (especially when he knows Nancy’s is the biggest knot Steve’s ever had), but he knows better.

And it isn’t like he doesn’t have plans! He’s taking Steve out to that fancy fondue restaurant. He’s sending flowers to him at work. There’s a velvet box burning a hole in the back of Eddie’s underwear drawer!

But Eddie knows better, and he still said that to Nance. Steve may not have heard, but Robin did.

Eddie’s an idiot.

💘💘💘

Steve thanks him for the flowers when he gets home from work, putting the vase on their little dinner table, and kissing Eddie quick on his way to change for their date. He giggles when he manages a cheese pull that’s gotta be at least three feet long; giggles more when he gets chocolate on Eddie’s nose.

He cries happy tears when Eddie pulls out the ring box, whispers, “Yes!” over and over when Eddie says:

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this unless I could commit to forever, and right now, Stevie, forever doesn’t feel close to long enough. So, what do you say? Be mine for always?”

When Steve is composed enough to say anything else, he adds, “Just so you know, I think I’ve been at forever since our first date.”

Eddie can’t help it; he cries like a baby at that.

💘💘💘

Steve practically has his hand down Eddie’s pants on the way home. They struggle to even get out of the car with how desperate they both are, but eventually they make it to their bedroom. Eddie’s only goal is to get out of his pants before he’s fully hard, while Steve slowly strips down to his underwear.

Robin told him.

And she used her embroidery machine.

He doesn’t fully understand the “sweet” and “sour” over Steve’s tits, but the panties say more than enough: “My pussy, my rules.”

Eddie bites his lip and whines. “I was stupid, baby, I’m sorry!”

Steve smiles, eyes dragging down from Eddie’s still-clothed chest, over his naked cock and bate legs, down to his pants bunched around his ankles. “I know you are, Eds. I know. But you’ve gotta apologize better than that.” Steve grinds against his fingers for a moment, just long enough to get the scent of his slick on them. “You’ve gotta say sorry to her.” He nods down towards his crotch. “Show her what a good, thoughtful, attentive alpha you can be.”

Dropping to his knees, Eddie nods emphatically and waits.

Steve carefully pulls down his panties, and sits on the end of the bed, spreading his legs to show off his glistening pussy.

Drool escapes from the corner of Eddie’s mouth, but he waits until Steve beckons him over. The carpet burns against hus knees as he hurries to his fiancé, but again he waits.

Waits for Steve to guide his face down to his core. Once he’s there, Eddie licks and sucks and kisses every place he can reach, thrusts his tongue up inside to stroke Steve’s inner walls, ignoring the thrumming pulse of his blood through his own cock. He’s happy to do his penance. For as long as Steve requires.

Eddie ends up on his back, Steve riding his face to his third orgasm of the night. When Steve swings his leg over to move off him, lies down beside him, he glances down at Eddie’s angry, purple cockhead with a sleepy grin. “You can come now,” he offers magnanimously, giggling when Eddie immediately shoots off, hips thrusting into the air. “But that’s the last time you come outside my pussy until I’m pregnant. If you’re giving me forever, I’m ready for a baby.”

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #stranger things fic #ficlet #thirsty thursday

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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7:28

this post by @footburn inspired me in that 'you must type this out before you can do anything else' way so here. this was literally from brain to computer in about 20 minutes.

rated m this is literally just the softest and sweetest fluff, with some implied sexual content discussed

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"Eds."

"Hm?"

Eddie's sleepy voice whispered against Steve's ear, his breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Steve turned his head as his hand reached over to cup the back of Eddie's head, his fingers gently gripping the frizzy strands of hair sticking out.

"Gotta get up," Steve mumbled.

The alarm clock would be going off in two minutes, a stark reminder that the real world was just outside of their bedroom and unfortunately required putting on clothes and going to work.

If he could, he'd stay like this all day, every day, for the rest of their lives.

Next to Eddie, on top of Eddie, under Eddie, any way he could possibly have him. As long as the sunlight kept streaming through the window and the warmth of Eddie's soft, sleepy smile was in view, Steve would be happy.

"Mm-mm," Eddie shook his head once, nuzzling closer so his next exhale made Steve's eyes flutter closed.

"I have to open today."

Eddie's hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing once before falling away again.

"Stupid."

"What is, baby?" Steve smirked as he watched Eddie's brows furrow as he finally started to wake up.

"Work."

Eddie's eyes fluttered open.

The alarm clock switched to 7:29.

"Call out," Eddie's eyes blinked slowly.

"I can't. It's just me today. Robs would kill me."

"But it'll kill me to watch you get out of bed," Eddie pouted.

Steve sat up, leaning on his elbow, and looked down at Eddie.

Eddie looked back up at him with those wide eyes, bottom lip out like it would actually convince Steve to stay.

The alarm clock showed 7:30.

Steve reached over to shut off the alarm as soon as it started beeping.

He leaned down to kiss his head, then his heart tattoo, then the scar on his side.

"Pleeeease?" Eddie whined. "I have today off. We could sleep and not sleep."

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but want to give in.

They had so few days like this: where one of them didn't wake up screaming or crying from a nightmare, where they weren't in pain the moment their eyes opened, where someone wasn't needing them the moment the sun rose.

It was tempting to take advantage of this moment, of this day, see where it would lead if Steve just settled back down in bed, see if they were able to sleep for another couple of hours.

Maybe wake up with lips against skin, or hands against chests or thighs.

Maybe eat breakfast in bed and make more than one type of mess.

Maybe only get up to take a shower together, scrub off the stickiness of syrup and body fluids.

Or maybe they'd get a call in 15 minutes from Dustin, who should know better than to call before ten in the morning on weekends, but does anyway because he won't admit that he misses them.

Maybe Robin would show up to shove Steve out the door for the shift he's supposed to work, pissed that he'd even try to get out of it.

Maybe Wayne would finally remember to bring that cake recipe he found in an old family cookbook and insist on helping him make it since he knows the secret.

Or maybe Steve would kiss Eddie's lips once before getting up and doing the thing he doesn't want to do today so they can enjoy their peace tomorrow.

Maybe Steve can look at the alarm clock that now reads 7:31 and think about how sometimes love is getting out of a cozy bed and going to work so you have money to pay for those concert tickets that are gonna be the best birthday present he's ever gotten.

"Love you so much, Eds," Steve whispers as he pulls away from Eddie's mouth, already longing for another kiss.

"Love you too, sweetheart. Bring ya lunch?" Eddie's eyes were getting heavy again as he turned his head into the sheets, breathing in the scent of Steve, of them.

"See you then."

At 7:32, Steve managed to go into the bathroom to shower and get ready for his day.

At 7:56, Steve kissed Eddie's forehead as he slept, careful not to wake him.

At 8:02, Steve left a note for Eddie on his way out the door, the same note he wrote for him every morning, left on his favorite mug so he wouldn't miss it when he made his coffee.

Love you, miss you, want you - your Stevie

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this art has me feral #clearly #i stopped mid assignment to do this

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syndrmes · 1 year ago

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Filler words for usernames: Terror, grief, despair, archive/rkive, revenge, time, petal, flora, heaven(ly), soju, nerd(y), wdym, what, miss/mrs/mr, digi(tal), central, msg, txt, original, horror, charm, sleepy, natural/nature, shape, miffy, sequel, prequel, fruit, love(d), tape, tale, story, fiction, lovers, gloss(ed), film, drama, scent(ed), required, out, forgot/forget, guide(d) lost, stuck (in), type, blog, vlog, mbti, tube, https, alarm, vibe, site, myth, dalgi, sweet, jpg, png, file, size, fight, realize, jeans, fever, new, into, info, fever, cam, mind, reveal, gaze(s), city, hint, inner, dear, etc

Words i use most to put before/between keywords: his/her/their, of, any, in, so, by, wdym, what, miss/mrs/mr, worst, best, how, but, sweet, sour, https, into, ipod, 90s/Fifth any number), made by, etc

.. misspelling words looks good sometimes too, take my username for example

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago

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hiii, could you do a Sanji x reader in which the reader has an eating disorder and Sanji's food is the only one that the reader eats and when Sanji discovers this he tries to take more care of the reader's diet?

(I love your writing, it's so good)

So this does hit very close to home for me and it both made me feel good and cry while writing this.

I did twist this a bit as well, but I hope it's still okay!

I also made this GN since this can happen to Anyone.

Warmth

⚠️Warning: ⚠️ Mention of ED, issues with food and body issues.

Please support me in Ko-Fi

"It's called Shio Ramen, it's a lighter form of ramen made with a much gentler broth. It's not as heavy as normal ramen and doesn't have as much oil" He said calmly, watching your eyes look over it.

You should have realized he had been watching you- from the very beginning you should have known that the Nosey Chef would catch onto you sooner rather then later.

You had always loved food, but you felt like it just.. didn't love you in return. Especially when it was used as a weapon by your loved ones.

From people pushing that 'You're just picky' or 'Just wanting to look a certain way' since you were young at your... aversions. It all starting with your family and the lack of control you felt over your life... it had been a way to control something- even if it was as small as food and how you wanted to look physically.

You had been on the brink of self destruction when the Strawhats arrived on your island home, of course their swirling of chaos following them-

Needing a Barber for their crew, so you jumped at the opportunity to join them; running away from the shackles of your home and the onces youd once called your family to new adventure and freedom.

However some shackles still remained..

It had some weeks, close to a month on board the Strawhat Ship before you even ate Sanji's food, passing your plate to Liffy who would eat it up or not showing up to meals at all-.

If you did he'd often making you bowls which you would take single spoonfuls of before not taking more- eating only when you were sure no one was around and what you had been used to, if you decided at all.

But as time passed, you did gradually eat more of his cooking- trusting him more as you wouldn't skin meal times or take single bites anymore, while it tasted good- you always felt that anxiety rise up eventually..

You should have known he would have seen this all.. noticed your actions and ways. Planning his next move-

Which took place on a sleepy late afternoon.

Sitting in your quarters you were trying to read a book Nami had let you borrow, but your mind just kept drifting off in a daze as you watched the sea pass you by- as well as the memories of the past invading and poking your mind.

A soft knock snapping you from your whirlpool of thoughts as you look up to see Sanji, calmly staring at you. His coat off and only in a button-down, his nice pants and freshly polished shoes a unlit cigarette placed perfectly on his lip as he smiled softly at you.

"Hey (Y/N)- follow me for a sec?" He asked, you of course nodding as you rose and followed behind your peer down the corner- being lead right to the kitchens.

Anxiety hitting your chest then as he motioned for you to seat on one of the island benches in the kitchen.

Sitting down you nervously look at the chef as he calmly walked around to the stoves on the otherside of the island countertop.

You assuming he was going to scold you for not eating or put you on blast...

"How do you like it on the ship so far?" He asked innocently as he began to grab a pot. There ge had you watch him as he cooked- You watched the ingredients he picked, how he washed his hands with every step asking what things were to your taste which he cleverly hid in casualy conversation...

It was actually fun to watch, the care and time he put into cooking and talking to you- Truthfully it had actually started to look delicious and smell good as well as you watched him pour a light broth over Fluffy noodles you'd watch him make by hand.

Not a word had to be said after that, Instead he sat next to you calmly with his own bowl and began to silently eat. Tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed the spoon and took a sip of the hot broth- Warmth filling your stomach and chest- finally that cold anxiety started to ease away as the soft flavors of the warm Shio Ramen filled your senses.. like a blanket beging placed over your shoulders... it was just what you needed... what you'd always needed.

"You want to try some?" He asked, getting a hesitant nod from you. He smiled softly, setting the already prepared bowl infront of you before making his own.

Sanji glanced at you and held out his handkerchief to you, At first confused before realizing salty tears were rolling down your cheeks. Accepting the gift you cleaned up your face and set back into eating, smiling softly to yourself as you did so.

It finally felt like... someone cared- And what more could you ask for?

Maybe a second helping?..

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #op sanji #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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Could I request some Eddie. It’s the readers birthday and Eddie gives her a mix tape of all her favorite songs. But instead of it being the original artist’s versions is Corroded Coffin doing covers?

AN | No but this is the sweetest idea?! Imagine getting this from Eddie! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hey there birthday girl,” you playfully huffed as you walked into Eddie’s shop, finding at the counter, pouring over some spreadsheets. He wasn’t bothered in the slightest by your response, pushing everything away in order to give you his full attention, “you look pretty.”

“It’s not my birthday, Eddie,” you hopped onto the counter without a second thought and Eddie leaned in to kiss you, lips lingering against yours, “hi.”

“Hi almost birthday girl,” he hand setted on the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead to yours. You groaned softly; your heart was both so happy at how sweet he was and heavy because you didn’t want him to make a big deal of your birthday. You’d never really been a fan of celebrations or parties, but Eddie insisted on doing something to celebrate you. You knew that he would listen and respect your wishes, which was one of the many things you loved about him. He always saw you, even when you felt invisible, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you promised, putting your hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze, "are you almost done here?"

"Yes ma'am," he tossed everything off the counter and onto the floor, causing you to laugh at his dramatics, "anything for you."

"Such a dork," you slid off the counter and held out your hand for him. He eagerly took your hand and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, “my dork.”

“And you’re mine too.”

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"Hey," you couldn't sleep and had spent almost an hour staring at the ceiling. You weren't sure if Eddie was awake but figured it was worth a try, "Ed?"

"Hmm?" He rolled over so he was facing you, eyes closed and a sleepy smile on his face, "what's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," you sighed lightly, relaxing when you felt him reach for your hand, "its just…its dumb."

"Tell me."

"You don't have anything planned for my birthday right? I don't want a big celebration or anything," you exhaled slowly as he squeezed your hand, "I just don't want anything big. I'd rather just have it be another day."

“I know baby,” he scooted closer to you and nuzzled his face next to yours on the pillow. You felt his lips kiss the tip of your nose, “it’ll be just like any other day. If that’s what my baby wants for her birthday, that’s what she’ll get.”

“Thank you,” you closed your eyes and snuggled up to him; he instantly wrapped his arm around your waist, “I love you Eddie.”

“I love you,” and with that, you allowed yourself to relax and give into sleep, “so much.”

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Your day at work had gone by without anything noteworthy happening. That would definitely have everything to do with the fact that you hadn’t told your coworkers or boss that it was your birthday. You knew that it was your personnel file somewhere, but you doubted anyone ever checked them. It still didn’t stop you from startling a few times and bracing yourself for the worst when your coworkers came up to you. But if anyone actually knew that it was your birthday, they didn’t comment on it.

Which was exactly what you wanted.

It wasn’t that you were vehemently against birthdays or celebrating them - you loved helping friends celebrate. You just didn’t want to celebrate your own. At first it seemed like Eddie had been upset when you told him you didn’t want to do anything, almost like it was some sort of slight, but he quickly came around and realized that it wasn’t personal. It was just your preference, and he always wanted to respect your wishes.

The only issue you’d experienced all day was the fact that Eddie seemed to be almost completely radio silent. You knew that some days he was extra busy and didn’t have a lot of time to text, but it was strange to hear nothing from him. You’d seen him when he left for work as you were getting ready, and he’d seemed fine. But now you were almost worried with how quiet he was being; you hoped he was okay.

When you pulled up to the house, not a single light was on. Only the porch light flipped on as you walked up to the front door. But Eddie’s truck was parked in his usual spot which didn’t do anything to reassure you. You almost ran inside, almost dropping your key in your haste to open the door.

“Eddie!?” you made your way into the kitchen and flicked on the lights to have some sort of balance.

“Surprise!” As soon as you flicked on the light, Eddie jumped out from the other side of the counter, blowing on a noisemaker with a little happy birthday hat on his mop of curls. You yelped in surprise and jumped back, clutching at your wildly beating heart.

“What the hell, Edward?” you took a moment to catch your breath as you looked around to see if anyone else was in your house. But you didn’t see any movement or anything to suggest anyone was there. He came around the counter and threw his arms around you, pulling you into a big, warm hug. You relaxed into his touch and hugged him back just as tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Sorry baby,” he peppered kisses to the side of your head, rubbing your back soothingly, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought it would be a fun surprise.”

“Oh Eddie,” you pulled back and kissed him softly, “it’s definitely a surprise. I was starting to get worried since I hadn’t heard from you all day. I was hoping nothing happened, and then you had to go and give me a heart attack!”

“I was…I had to finish a few things up today on top of work so it was just a long day,” you could tell that he was being honest…but giving you all of the story. But you didn’t want to push him either - he always came around and told you the entire story, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to be so absent today.”

“It’s okay - I’m glad you’re okay,” you took the noisemaker from his hand and blew into it loudly. That caused him to laugh, shaking his head fondly at you, “what’s all this for?”

“First of all, let me just say that I haven’t gone and planned a huge surprise party or anything. It’s just me and you,” his promise allowed you to relax, “I have a few things planned for tonight, if that sounds good to you.”

“Just you and me?” your voice was small as he beamed at you, big brown eyes bright and shining.

“Just you and me.”

“That sounds perfect,” the idea of spending some time along with your love sounded like the best thing in the world, “what’ve you got planned then? Should I be concerned?”

“Not at all,” but yeah, there was still that little mischievous glint in his eye, “but first things first.”

He ran into the living room before coming back with another party hat and putting on your head. You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as Eddie snapped a few pictures of the two of you.

“I’ve ordered dinner from your favorite place - it’s on the way and should be here soon,” as if on cue your stomach started to rumble, “I didn’t think about asking if you wanted to eat at the restaurant, fuck! But I figured it might be nice if it’s just here with the two of us.”

“That sounds perfect,” you promised, “can we also change into pajamas and eat on the couch?”

“Blankets are already on the couch and I already put out the clean pajamas," he was such a sweetheart, always thinking of the things you liked. Your expression softened as he slowly started to usher you toward the bedroom, "but I think we have just enough time to take a hot shower before the food is here and we get comfortable."

"Eddie…I - this is wonderful," the way your face lit up was enough to make it all worth it. Truthfully he would have done anything for you, but then again, you would have done the same for him, "you didn't have to do all this though. Seriously."

"It's your birthday," he reminded you, "and even if you don't want a big celebration or want to make a big deal of it or anything, I want to do something special for my girl. I want to celebrate you. I love you, you know.”

“Yeah,” you blinked back a few tears that his sweet words had caused to spring up as you took one of his hands in both of yours and held it gently, “I love you too, Eddie. Thank you for all of this, it’s…wonderful. This is perfect. Are you going to join me in this shower?”

“Only if you want me to…”

“Of course I do,” this time you were pulling him to the bathroom, already trying to pull off your clothes in your haste to get into the shower. The two of you were fumbling around as you turned on the shower and tried to pull off his and your clothes. Hasty kisses were exchanged along with soft smiles and laughter; the two of you were just so…meant to be. That’s what Eddie always said and you didn’t disagree with him. It was all true.

“C’mon,” Eddie pulled back the curtain to make sure the water was warm enough for the two of you, “let me take care of you.”

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By the time the two of you were on the couch, clean and in fresh pajamas with the remnants of dinner spread on the coffee table, you were already growing tired. The shower had been so warm and comforting, along with Eddie going down on you which he insisted was part of celebrating you, and the food was delicious. It all led to you feeling the tiredness in your bones as you cuddled with him on the couch, with warm and soft blankets covering the two of you.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty girl,” your head was resting on his chest, lulled by the steady beating of his heart. You mumbled something in response as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’m not,” you insisted softly, badly stifling a yawn as you pulled back and blinked up at him with heavy, sleepy eyes, “just resting my eyes for a moment.”

“Mhmm,” he tenderly took your chin in his hand and turned your face up to his, “is that why you were snoring?”

“Was not!” your lips pulled in a playful little pout as you looked at him. He raised an eye but didn’t say anything, “I was just heavily breathing as I watched the movie.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Alright then, what’s happened in the movie so far?” judging from the surprised look on your face, Eddie knew that he had you trapped. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before leaning up and kissing him. You figured if there was one way to shut him up it was through a kiss. He leaned into you, your lips still sugary sweet from dessert, “it’s not really an answer but I’m willing to accept that.”

“As you should, my love,” you managed to work your into his lap, snuggling up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “thank you for tonight - everything. It means the world to me - you mean the world to me.”

“Well, if you’re amenable, I have a little something for you - another little thing. But it’s actually tangible,” your eyes widened in curiosity as he nodded, “so…yeah.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you loved him. You really loved him, “ugh, stop, you’re so disgustingly amazing.”

“Anything for you,” he pressed kisses to your cheeks, forehead, nose and stopped at your lips, “and I’m really excited for you to have it. It’s - can I go and grab it?��

“And just who would I be to say no?” you slid off his lap and cuddled up in the corner of the couch under both blankets, “I’ll allow it.”

“Be right back!” he almost jumped off the couch as he ran into the bedroom. You heard him rummaging around for a few minutes before he came back out, his arms behind his back, “close your eyes.”

You eagerly complied and made a show of squeezing your eyes closed and draping one arm over your eyes. Eddie snorted in amusement as he reached for your free hand and set something small and square into it.

“Alright - you can go ahead and open your eyes,” as soon as you did, he watched your face go through several different expressions as you tried to figure out what the small wrapped item was. You pulled off the big, golden bow and looked at him, “go on - open it.”

You slid your finger under the messily wrapped paper - you loved that about him - and pulled out the item inside. Your face turned into a huge grin as you realized what you were holding - a mixtape. An actual, real life, mixtape. You weren't sure if you'd ever seen held one before.

“Eddie. Y-you made me a mixtape?” you felt the tears prick up again as he nodded excitedly, biting on his bottom lip.

“It’s not just any old mixtape either,” he watched as you turned it around and looked at the label, “it’s your favorite songs but umm, well, it’s all Corroded Coffin covers. I think it’d be neat you know to have something just your own, so yeah. I-I hope you like it.”

“Edward Munson,” you jumped up and quickly closed the small distance between your bodies, almost throwing yourself into his arms. He let out a nervous laugh, relieved at your reaction. It had been an idea he’d had for a long time, but it was never anything he’d actually planned on doing. Then one day, he realized just how much he wanted to do this for you. He felt your tears soak into the thin fabric of his t-shirt and gently rubbed your back, “this is the nicest and most special thing anyone has ever done for me. I love it. So much.”

“You haven’t even listened to it yet baby,” every nerve and worry he’d had about sharing this was relieved, “can’t judge it just yet.”

“I can and I will,” you took his face in your hands and kissed him sweetly, “I can’t wait to listen to it. I love this so much. Thank you.”

“Happy birthday baby,” he put his hand on your face and brushed his thumb over your cheek, “to this one and to many more. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Eddie,” you looked towards the old radio that was next to the vintage record player; Eddie followed your line of sight as his smile grew, “you’ve made this one of the best and most special birthdays ever. Can we give this a listen?”

“Oh, you don’t have to…are you sure?”

“Of course!” you bounced over and popped the cassette in, “and it’s still my birthday and this is one of my few requests. And that you dance with me.”

“What if it’s not danceable?” he took your hand that was already outstretched to him, as you pulled him closer.

“Then we’ll make it danceable,” you sighed softly as he kissed you, reaching behind you and hitting play, “you’re going to have a lot to live up to next year.”

“Don’t worry, I plan on surpassing even your biggest expectations,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “was this okay then? Nothing too much or not enough?”

“This was perfect,” you promised, “I couldn’t think of anything better. Best birthday ever.”

The new mixtape became a part of your regular rotation.

It was your favorite gift ever.

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