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[dthroned-sameurl]

🐝 🐝 you're bee-utiful! pass this along to five writers to bring the sunshine in && give friendship a bloom!

this ask has me buzzing with happiness !! thank you for thinking of me when sending out such kindness ! you are truly a gem !

@americanedpsycho

[hayw1res]

Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Anton, Ben, Wise, and Lycaon being stuck in close proximity with his GN crush please?

♡﹒﹒ 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 !

𝅄; synopsis: HC , getting a little too close for comfort ft Anton, Ben, Wise and Von Lycaon

𝅄; warnings: none! , fluff, flirting , humor , GN! Reader

𝅄; a/n: ill be answering my requests more frequently now! if you sent a request earlier don’t worry i will be posting those soon as well! also i dont know much about Anton so sorry if hes a bit ooc! not proofread

You and Anton were pretty close friends at this point and often would run errands together for Koleda or Grace, today was just one of those days. You were taking spare parts to another company , Anton accompanied you of course. You made it to the first floor of the large building, the elevator was just a bit too small for the two of you especially due to his rather muscular build. It was a bit of tight squeeze up almost 13 floors..

the damn elevator was so cramped you swore you could feel the rise and fall of Antons chest with how close you were to him, how on EARTH was this thing certified? “Kinda..cramped in here isn’t it?” Anton spoke quietly, you were in close proximity after all. You looked up at him the best you could, but you could only laugh.. “What’s so funny—eh..” Anton looked down at you, your pretty eyes stared up at his and that’s when he realized just how close you two were, how his height compared to yours and just how pretty you looked from this angle.. so much so that he didn’t even hear you.

“Anton—Anton??” You called out to him, confused as to why he was just..looking at you? Anton snapped out of his trance and laughed awkwardly “WOW this elevator is slow isn’t it—doesn’t even feel like we’re goin anywhere” Surely he played that off cool enough. You snicker- “Anton I was telling you to push the button.. we haven’t moved.” Anton almost choked on his breath, turning to the array of buttons to see that he in fact.. did not push the button to the 13th floor..and you hadn’t been moving this whole time.

“I..I knew that.” He pushed the button to finally get you guys going, you could only smile at his cute demeanor..

“Course you did.”

Ben probably has saved your life in the Hollows more than once at this point, he was intimidating and sometimes just his presence alone would scare off anyone bothering you, you truly felt comfortable and happy around him more than anyone..though you didn’t actually know his underlying feelings for you just yet. Unlike everyone else.. So when you get sent off on “special” requests for Koleda- you never question her knowing smirk.

you and Ben just left on another small “mission” for Koleda, just to retrieve some item from the Hollow? You didnt fully understand what she needed, or why she needed you two to go alone specifically- but you never questioned her judgement ! Ben was pretty much your guard…bear? while you searched around the Hollow in search for the missing item. Ben just honestly loved seeing you run around freely with no problems, of course you could fend for yourself but..nothing made him feel better than knowing that he was your protector and you relied on him for that.

“Ben! Think I found something here- down there!” You called to him as you leaned over the bar overhead a pretty dastardly fall- Ben walked over to you, worried that you may fall over.. “Careful there y/n…” He said softly as he stood behind you, and boy was his intuition right. Almost as soon as he said that you could feel yourself lose balance and almost fall down , if it wasn’t for large arms immediately grabbing you and pulling you back, down with him..

“Are you okay?! You had me nervous there you know—“ Ben panicked , his eyes finally opening to you sitting almost completely on his lap, fixing your hair from the tumble..you were so cute, you looked..perfect. “Ah—sorry Ben I got too excited again didnt I” You chuckle and make eye contact with him. The position you were in.. his arms still protectively around your waist and your hands on his chest. You both didnt speak, but after a few seconds you finally see it..

“…Thirens can blush?” You tease, his cheeks in fact had a pinkish red tint to them , you found it adorable.. in fact, you found A LOT about the bear pretty cute for someone so intimidating and strong.. “Well don’t just sit and stare..lets hurry up so we can get home and maybe test that theory?” You stand on your own feet now, and before Ben could..he swore his cheeks burned harder.

Wise loved having you around when he and Belle did any proxy duties, you were not only great help around the store but you also hung out with the two of them as a close friend. On days when the two weren’t busy with commissions you usually would help out with whatever they needed- and occasionally go out with Belle or Wise when they needed to drop things off or maybe pick some things up. Today you went to the video store with Wise to pick up some new dvd’s for the store, the manager told you two about a few great movies they had in stock but unfortunately couldn’t reach, that was no problem for you two! It was just down the dark and creepy basement..

You and Wise crept down the dark room, only a flashlight in hand. Wise walked beside you , he laughed a bit at your nervousness- he found it adorable how at every creak you would slightly jump back. It wasn’t a hard search , just not a preferable one. “Wiseee come on.. its cold and creepy down here” You groaned as you held the light up for him as he searched through crates. “Yeah dont worry.. just hold it still okay?” He said back, holding back his grin.You swore he was moving slow on purpose , you almost completely lost it and ran back upstairs- the creepy factor increased with every passing second..

Wise was just about to turn with the few movies he found when he heard you shriek- he could barely react when you practically leapt into him! You surely weren’t thinking clearly and Wise was the only warm body around so.. to no surprise you went to him when you heard something fall behind you. You didn’t open your eyes until you felt his arms wrap around you, you looked up at him as you realize what just happened.. and there was that shit eating grin on his face, “Well if you wanted me to hold you..you could’ve just asked” He teased, his smirk turning to a fond smile as he felt you relax slightly in his arms. “Just—get the movies and lets go..” You mumble as you pull away , he nodded at you and took your hand this time, so you “wouldn’t get scared again”.

Victoria Housekeeping was like a second family to you at this point, you weren’t a maid/butler at all but that didnt stop you from occasionally running with them into Hollows when they time needed, and this was one of those times. Luckily when you all split up to escape a rather large and dangerous crowd of ethereals , you ran with Von Lycaon.. the tall handsome wolf thiren. You knew with him by your side, you wouldn’t have to worry much.

“This way- quickly now.” He called to you as you both ran around the corner of what was like an abandoned school building, with Lycaon quick movement and sharp turns it was hard to keep up. He noticed this and decided it would be best for you two to hide. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a supply closet nearby, though it ws quick thinking..he didnt take into account that it would be a rathe small and tight fit. You were quickly pressed against his chest as his arms came up above you to make at least some room..

“A-Apologies .. this is a rather odd position” He said calmly but the way he avoided eye contact made you think twice.. you and Lycaon had some small moments here and there that would be labeled as harmless flirting , but this felt different. “Im enjoying the view” You were quick to reply, your laugh caused the wolf to scoff a bit “Focus..” He mumbled .. but you could feel his tail increase in speed just a little after that comment..

[williamkisser]

A Luca x reader would be nice........... preferably slow burn and y/n is the shy type............. I'm hungry................. Thirsty............ Would beg....... Thank you.... *dying*

♡— The Prisoner with a shy S/O

♡— Oh my god… anon… N-N… NO!!!! Anon please, don’t do this to me… breathe. Oh my god. BREATHE!! *sniff* *sob* i’m… I’m so sorry i couldn’t save you, anon…. I hope you’re in a better place now… *sob*

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, fluff, possibly ooc i’m not sure, word count is 1400

♡— Luca Balsa, despite going through a turmoil of tragic events, never did once even try to stop working on his lifelong passion, god forbid even think of it. Yes, around him there were degenerates, murderers, thieves, even mystical, strange creatures - such combinations would drive any man crazy, as if anyone in here already wasn’t. But after all, finding something you could get absorbed in is the best method for killing time, don’t they say? Not even his developing issue with memory loss can stop him now.

♡— That’s why the prisoner, most of the time, could be found in the comfort of his own dorm, sitting by the desk while brain storming for yet another solution to the new experiment he was currently developing. And to be frank, he did quite like it this way. He had his own corner in the world, didn’t need to worry about money, could eat delicious meals and could even discuss some scientific matters with a few other enlightened individuals. And the prize for winning the game was even more tempting. Just imagine how much quicker he could develop his project with all this cash.

♡— Despite all the focus on his own dreams and scientific infatuations, Luca didn’t stray from engaging in interactions with other people. He’s certainly considered as one of the friendliest and most cheerful people in here. Some wonder if anyone im here ever managed to get on his nerve. He’s just very tolerable towards most, if not all, however, clearly he feels most comfortable near people who are willing to listen to his info-dumps, or engage in smart conversations, ask questions and give suggestions. There weren’t much residents in the manor like this. Most are either uninterested or too weirded out, therefore the prisoner always appreciated the open minded ones.

♡— Sadly, Luca’s past whereabouts left a permanent scar on him, making him a little unaware to some social cues. This man can not pick up on someone being painfully visibly attracted to him. He assumes all people willingly interacting with him are either friendly or just curious. Luca likes showing off and exchanging ideas with his mentor Alva, asking Helena for advice and letting her touch all of his tools or projects, trying to connect nature with science together with Luchino, or even explaining his ideas to the suspiciously fascinated Florian.

♡— And then there was you. A person very shy, awkward even. Everyone didn’t mind your presence, you just existed in your own bubble, in silence. Sometimes, someone would try to include you in some conversation, and while you did appreciate the gesture you just couldn’t grasp why you felt so uncomfortable, barely able to form a meaningful sentence. That was until you first encountered a young, quite charming in his own way man personally. You instantly became fond of Luca Balsa. Something about him just radiated pure happiness. He genuinely wanted to talk with you, sensing your anxiety, and you have no idea whether it’s for better or worse, because, oh God - he made you feel butterflies in your stomach and needles in your heart. You’ve got a crush on the Oletus manor’s „Prisoner”.

♡— You didn’t know what to do. The newly discovered feelings for the boy made your anxiety far more intense than it already was. Something in your head just screamed to not get too attached, after all, this is Luca Balsa we’re speaking of, he most likely doesn’t view you as anything else but a companion in matches. But, of course, the heart always does whatever it wants, ignoring the brain. That’s how you found yourself standing in front of his dorm doors, reflecting on if it’s alright for you to knock on them. What if he’s too busy right now and you’re just going to be a burden? This was a part of your mastermind plan - try to get into his interests and become a closer friend, and then…. maybe the friendship could bloom onto something else? You were in deep wonder, unaware that the doors are now open and Luca was waving his hand in front of your face. Earth to you.

♡— Either way, you spent some quality time with him together. He was very pleased to hear that you wanted to find out more about his projects and shared several insights related to his future plans. His dorm felt oddly cozy. You didn’t even realize that visiting Luca became some sort of a habit of yours, entering his workplace nearly on a daily basis - it made you forget about all the atrocities you witnessed during the bloody games. His voice was so soft and gentle, his eyes beamed as you kept asking questions about what is he doing right now. Luca felt so glad to elaborate and ramble about his passion. He’d even offer you to help him, giving you simple tasks as asking you to bring a certain tool. He was well aware of your shyness, so he was as understanding as he could, not forcing anything onto you. One day, Luchino teasingly called you „Luca’s little assistant”. The intense colour of your cheeks spoke for itself. You were head over heels.

♡— Quickly enough, your small acts of kindness turned into something way more serious. At one point, you felt like Luca’s own caretaker, because he was literally too absorbed in his work to pay attention to his own well-being. After you began frequently assisting him in not only helping to build some programs, you just took care of his needs. While Luca would love to stay up all night and didn’t like when people complained about it, oddly enough, he didn’t hesitate to tuck himself into his bed after you offered the prisoner too. You made sure he went outside and ate enough. Simple gestures like that were your own way of showing him affection, as you were too shy to be verbally affectionate.

♡— The whole situationship was now taking way too long. You were absolutely crazy over Luca, while he viewed you as a good friend and a fast learning companion. Everyone could tell you were following him like a lost puppy outside of matches, and he didn’t mind it at all. You just wished he would finally pick up on your real intentions, but at the same time you felt worried. What if he won’t talk to you anymore? What if there will be weird tension between the both of you if you confess? On one ordinary day, you were sitting by his desk as always, silently reading the notes hanged on the cork board while Luca came to you and asked to help him draw a technical sketch in his work notebook, to which you agreed to. After months of practice in his dorm you already knew how to properly draw a project on a piece of paper with accurate proportions - yet this certain sketch was new to you, you weren’t quite sure how to do it. That’s when Luca held your hand and guided it, helping you be more precise, and what an amazing, ecstatic feeling it was, his hand contained a specific, electric even, feeling on top of that. You blushed so hard you were surprised Luca didn’t even notice, but you knew you can’t be with him this way. You were hurting yourself by not telling the truth.

♡— This is how you found yourself sitting on Lucas’s desk, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers after telling the prisoner to listen for a minute. The whole thing was so stressful you can barely remember anything from that moment, not sure if it’s because of your own anxiety or if it’s the curse of this wicked place you’re stuck in. Either way, your confession to him was probably the most awkward one this Manor has ever seen - and it certainly saw a lot. Luca was surprised he didn’t manage to connect the dots for so long. He was focused on all the wrong things and failed to notice your affection towards him. Those were a few painful months, but he was going to make sure you know he appreciates all the help, not only on the projects, but also helping him take care of himself. Luca asked you for permission to kiss you while holding your hand, which you agreed to, feeling happy like never, making all your shyness go away for once… which did not last long, as Florian entered the room without knocking, making a loud „EWW” sound. Luca was going to make sure no one will interrupt you, scribbling something about a doorbell in his notebook right after kissing you like his life depended on it. Turns out, Luca Balsa now has found something to look forward to in his life other that science and innovative inventions - which was you.

Thank you for your request anon… i hope you can read this fic in the afterlife at least… anyways this my first time writing a fic for a character i’m not very familiar with. I tried to be as accurate as i could so i’m sorry if it’s ooc 😭 anyways it’s 2am now… idv x reader tag how are you doing on this lovely summer night

[teddypickrwritings]

*exciting noises* how do you think of a scenario about morning star!Ithaqua x simp!reader (feel free to skip if it is not in your liking) (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Anything for You - Night Watch (Morningstar) x Reader

A/N: Is it even possible not to simp for Morningstar? I could be biased, but that skin is one of the coolest limiteds. Sorry that this ended up being so short, and if Helel is a little OOC.

“What is it about me that makes you so devoted?” Helel asked you one day. He had a teasing lilt to his voice that masked his genuine curiosity.

You smiled a bit bashfully and broke your gaze from him. “You couldn’t have known it at the time, but…you saved me,” you said quietly. “I was an indentured servant at the time of the rebellion. Things got out of hand one day, and…well, my boss died in an accident caused by one of your followers. That was the happiest day of my life.”

Helel was taken aback from your honesty. He hadn’t expected you to open up like that. But now that he knew your story, your behavior towards him made more sense. Something akin to pride welled up in his chest. “Is that all?” he murmured, half to himself.

“Do you really want to know?” you asked.

“Enlighten me.”

In a bold move, you took his hands into your own. How tiny yours seemed, even though his were average-sized. Perhaps it was the claws that gave the illusion of them appearing bigger.

“Aside from you saving me, you’re just…beautiful,” you said, face reddening a bit and then contorting with regret. “Ah, that was foolish of me to say. You’ve never taken off your mask completely, so how would I know…”

Helel’s pale red lips curled into a smile. It occurred to him how much more praises you would sing for him if he took it off…no, what was he thinking?! Your foolish devotion was nice, yet you shouldn’t be so captivating to him. “So if I’m understanding correctly,” he said slowly, “you’d do anything for me?”

“Yes, my king,” you replied immediately.

“You would jump off a bridge if I told you to?”

“If it made you amused, yes.”

The king was perplexed now. “I don’t understand you. Your former life was all about following orders, yet you’re re-living it by being under my rule…”

You smiled. “There’s a difference. It was my choice to follow you. I didn’t have a choice before,” you explained.

Helel still didn’t really understand. But it was at that moment that he realized you were still holding his hands. Instead of pulling them away, he surprised you by holding yours. “You do realize that I could turn out to be just as awful, right?” he asked.

“Perhaps. But I believe you wouldn’t do anything drastic,” you said bravely. “You don’t seem like that kind of person.”

The room was quiet for a while as Helel processed your words. Once he did, he started laughing. Was it at your naivety? Or that you were probably right? He was a dangerous man, but certainly not as cruel as his brother.

“A-Are you okay, my king?” you fretted. Only now did you feel some semblance of embarrassment at your words.

Helel’s laughter died down and he looked at you with a wide smile. “You are truly something,” he said, a little breathless. He lifted your hands towards his face and kissed the tops of them very lightly. “Aren’t I lucky to have someone like you…”

It was your turn to be confused now, though you felt more flattered and excited than anything. “I take it that means that I’m allowed to be by your side?” you inquired with a cheeky little grin.

“If that is what you wish,” Helel said as nonchalantly as he could. Really, he was just as happy as you. It was a weird feeling for him.

But if it meant that he could receive your unrelenting adoration, see your cute face and hear your cute voice everyday, then so be it.

[qaxqxd]

Not leavin'

♡: Din Djarin x f!reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort Warning: Tiny angst, Injuries, blood, Din being soft for reader (yes that needs its own warning), casualties, maybe ooc din, reader with abandoned issues. Word count: 1.7k A/n: I have awoken from my slumber 🫶 Summary: You've been staying with a Mandalorian who saved you, and who has been keeping you safe. You adventure out to the town, as something bad happens. You didn't want him to find out, scared that he'll leave you.

It hasn't been long since that Mandalorian saved you. You didn't know why he saved you. Actually you do. He's a bounty hunter, and the people who were chasing you just so happen to be his bounty.

He wasn't trying to save you. He just hit two birds with one stone. So you thought. You wanted to repay him for it.

"It's fine." The monotone voice came out, the beskar armor man. "Just let me repay you. I owe you my life." You had your head lowered.

The man wouldn't give in, until you saw a green little child walk around him. 

He tilted his big green ears at you. He coos and giggled walking over to you. He reached out for you.

So you picked him up. He seems happy in your arms. You were good with children, and the child knew. Because he was all giggly. The Mandalorian looked at you. 

You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he seemed content.

"I could take care of him, repaying you for saving me." You uttered.

It's been about a whole year exactly. Since you and Din met. He trusted you enough to share his name. You two built a fond relationship with each other.

And… You sort of liked him too.

Also Grogu. Grogu was his child. Apparently he is a jedi. He seems to like being around you. Always giggling and cooing around you. His father seemed a little jealous of it.

It's quite funny actually. But Grogu always goes back to his father.

You landed on a semi-familiar planet. Din had a bounty hunt here. He finally allowed you to get out of the ship for once.

"You know the way back right?" He stared at you. "Of course, Din. This isn't my first time." You crossed your hand. 

"And the weapons?" He speaks. "In the wall, AND yes I know the combination." You took a big sigh.

"Just worry about the bounty and the Grogu." You reassured the worried man. You stared at the T-visor trying to collect any emotion out of him.

You were going out shopping for a few things. Din gave you some credits to spend. Which you had in your pocket.

Grogu was sitting in his father's bag, strapped around him. You could see his big ears popping out.

"Do you remember the—" "Controls to lockdown the Razor Crest? Maker, yes I do." You cut him off.

He sighed under his helmet, jerking his head off to the side. "Just stay safe." He grumbles. "You too, y'know. You're the one with the mission."

"Don't worry about me." He turned around walking out. As he left you alone in the Razor Crest.

How could you not worry about him?

You looked around for a while. There were different types of things, laid out everywhere. It was pleasant to see. You were holding a few items that you already bought.

You need bacta and bandages, for Mando. But you didn't know where to find them. Usually other planets would have a type of aid store.

You eventually found a sketchy store in the corner. It sold what you needed, so you decided to go there.

Not knowing how dangerous it was. When you headed out of the store, you glance over a group of people. You just ignore them until one of them stops you.

"Don't you have something you're forgetting?" One of them asked. "M'sorry?" You frowned, gripping your bag. He reached his hand out.

"You enter our alley. Now you gotta pay." He spoke in a dark tone. 

You didn't know what to do. They all had blasters. You had one too, but you probably wouldn't be able to take them on.

Or could you?

They didn't notice that you had a blaster. So you could probably take them in surprise right?

Oh maker. How wrong you were.

They left you all messed up in a corner. Stealing all your credits and stuff you bought. You stood up, all staggered. Blood drips from your scratched skin, nasty purple bruises.

Your arm was in agony, the most. You knew Din would probably be pissed at you. You didn't do much around the place. So wasting supplies and getting hurt. He would definitely cast you out.

You grab a nearby towel and wrap it around yourself. Taking a deep breath, you started walking back to the Razor Crest.

You hoped Din didn't come back already.

When you arrived back. You were let out a sigh. He wasn't there, yet. Which meant you had to clean yourself up. Your arm was still stinging.

Making it hard for you to move quickly. You got into the fresher, cleansing your body off, of all the blood and dirt.

You quickly put on some clothes that would cover your body, and wouldn' tshow your wounds. You didn't notice till now, that your legs were suffering too.

You wrap your wounds in spare cloths, not wanting to use up materials. That could be used for Din.

You lied on the cot, limiting yourself from moving much. The fatigue eventually got to you, and you slept on the cot.

Din arrives back, placing Grogu down to play around. He noticed that the door to the cot was closed.

So you must have been home, sleeping. All the worries slip away from him. You got home safe and sound.

He fixed some dinner for the three of you. Some soup that he got after the bounty hunt. He placed a small bowl for Grogu. Grogu examines the soup as he usually does.

Din knocks on the door to the cot. You woke up to the knocking. Still feeling depleted of energy and drowsy.

'Right… He must be home.' You thought. 

Opening the door to the cot. You were greeted by a bowl of soup and the beskar man. You gave him a groggy smile, as you accepted the bowl. 

You held the bowl with your agonizing arm, which made it hurt even more.

You struggle to stand up, and Din seems to notice that. Eventually you do stand up, but limp quite a lot.

"You al' right there?" His helmet facing your direction. "M'fine, just slept the wrong way." You let out a plastic laugh.

He didn't buy it. He stayed with you long enough that laugh was fake. He's heard you laugh before. Your pleasant laugh and generous smile.

He had a terrible gut feeling something was off. Your actions and movements felt wrong.

No, he knew it was wrong.

"So… how was it?" You started up. "It went smoothly." He stated. "That's great." You stammered.

"How was yours?" He inquired.

"It was fine." You uttered. "You seem tense." He added. He stood up which made you flinch badly.

"Are you sure you're fine?" He tilted his helmet, enough so he could eat and not reveal his face.

"Yes!— I'm fine." You belted. Grogu looked up at you. "I just need rest." You let out a frustrated sigh. 

Placing down your untouch food, struggling to stand up again. You didn't notice that your cloths were leaking.

"You're bleeding." Din quaked. That's when your legs collapse on you.

What great timing.

He caught you before you landed on the floor. Adrenaline spiked through him.

'She's hurt, injured, bleeding.' Thoughts raced through his head.

All the numbing, agonizing pain returned.

"Where are you hurt?" He demanded. "Im—" He cut you off, picking you up to the cot.

"Show me." He barked. "I'm fine— really!" You gave into his demands and rolled up your pants.

You couldn't tell, but he widened his eyes. He saw your wounds wrap in pieces of cloth. He was very devastated.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowned through his visor.

"I didn't want you to know." You mumble.

"Why?" His tone turned weak.

"No reason." You jerk your head away from him.

"You could've used the aid-kit, (Y/N)." He sighed.

"It's a small wound, I don't need that." You muttered. He scoffed at your words. He seem angry.

He got off the bed to go somewhere. You sat there in pity. 

What now was he going to leave you? Kick you out? Whatever he was going to do to you. You prepared for the worst.

He came back with the aid kit. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. "You don't need to waste your bandages on me." You stated.

"Waste? No, you're wounded. I'm not wasting anything, cyar'ika." He quaked.

Cyar'ika? What does that mean? You knew it was probably Mando'a. Since he was a Mandalorian.

He took off his gloves, revealing his calloused hands. You watch him gently clean your wounds. You hissed at the pain. He was oh so gentle with it.

You could feel the warmth of his hands, finishing your wounds with band-aids.

"I'm sorry." You tremble. "What for?" He tilted his head up. "I— don't even know why you even keep me." You muttered. "I must be a pain to keep around."

He leans in to hold you. Wrapping his arms around you, trying to somewhat comfort you. "That's not true." He added. Wiping your tears with his fingers.

"You are a lovely person to keep around, cyar'ika." He pulled your sobbing body closer.

He continues to comfort you. He cares for you more than you expected.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He spoke.

"I was afraid you didn't want me anymore." You mumble.

"I'd never leave you, cyar'ika." He reassured you.

"What does that mean?" You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Cyar'ika, could mean darlin' or sweetheart." He said a little flustered, you got a little flustered from that too.

"Now I have a question too. Do you mind explaining what happened?" He requested. 

You explained to him what had happened, and he listened to you carefully. Hanging on to every word and detail.

Grogu climbs into the cot for support and falls asleep.

Din held you in his arms till you fell asleep. The fatigue caught up to him too.

He knew what he was going to do tomorrow morning, but right now. He needs to comfort you.

He needed you, and you needed him.

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[chenyann]

Kiss me like you mean it!!

All NRC Boys♡

|°Rumor:Seems like you're stuck under the mistletoe with some certain boys~ let's see how this goes shall we? |°Rumor warning:gn!reader, cussing, kissing,suggestive(?) But still sfw,ooc(?),Spelling error and othro is platonic as always. |°Ads:I know I havent done half of the list of the count down! But things down go as planned sometimes. I hope yall enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it! [Countdown list here!] (Also if I hear about how this is one day late I'm gonna steal ur fridge)

Riddle!

He wouldn't be the one to point it out so if you want to kiss him you will have to tell him what yall  are standing under.

Once you do tell him, he just blinks.

You're just standing there like a fool. 

“Riddle, you don't need to” you muttered as you waited, there is a giant elephant in the room and its that mistletoe. If that mistletoe wasn't there you wouldn't have asked and embarrassed yourself. “Riddle….?”

you were embarrassed okay, I would be embarrassed too if I told someone there was a mistletoe, implying that I wanna kiss them and they just stay quiet. Making me look stupid while I wait for a reply.

“NO.”

Don't think he won't, because after you told him he didn't need to, made it a challenge. He is swallowing his pride and he is gonna kiss you gosh-darn-it!

He is giving the quickest peck on the corner of your lips and bolting away with the excuse that he saw  ace breaking rule 147.

(Ace didn't do anything plz go help him)

Trey!

Oh he noticed it

He just stands there not knowing what to do.

Should he give you a kiss???  Should he ask you??? Should he just not?? Guys, is he panicking???

Cater is in the corner just giving him a thumbs up-

Cater isn't helpful at all during this situation-

Then you make the situation worse by pointing it out

Should he just???? 

He asks if he can kiss you [“omg but i hate tr*y, I would never”  I don't wanna hear this grinch haired man slander again]

Once you give him consent he will give you an alright kiss-

It's kinda messy and quick, he kind of kissed more of your cheek than your lips but hey it's a start.

Would 100% move his glasses as a way to play it off. Lucky for him Cater comes by and saves the day before trey embarrasses himself-

“Seems like Cater needs me for something. I'll talk to you later.”

Ace!

The most smug grin is on his face when he noticed the mistletoe.

“Oh, y/n~” Ace teased while pointing up towards the mistletoe. He kept eye contact while he kept joking about his cheek kiss. 

He has zero shame.

That is until you actually give him a cheek kiss, how he is as silent as a mouse after you made the move. Until he realized he could have actually gotten a kiss on the lips.

Before you walk away he grabs your hand, omg this is ur main character moment!!

He doesn't say anything.

He just stands there like a little goober^^ (plz have someone help him) 

After standing there for five minutes he finally says something,“Another…….” you're there  just processing it. Did he really just ask- no…demand another kiss???

Yes. Yes he did. When you comply and give him another kiss he is happy as a claim!

He will tease you ALOT though-

“wow y/n, YOU wanted to kiss me that badly huh” he teased with a giant smile, pink tinted his ears and cheeks but it seemed like he hasn't noticed it yet.

But if you love him enough try not to mind it, it's out of love promise<3

Deuce!

he won't notice? I think ??? It's half-half I'm sure he would but another part of me thinks so-

So for the sake of the headcanon I will say that you noticed before he did! 

Once you point it out he is like: Oh! Oh……

That's the best way I can explain it-

If YOU give him a kiss (which you should bc I don't think he will be able to give you one) he will be very happy! He will also say you didn't need to, but deep down he was hoping to kiss you one way or another.

Tells his mom about it, his mom is delighted to hear about how his love life is going!!! Suddenly he has to go bc his mum is calling him.

“Oh, thank you y/n but my mom is calling bye!”

Cater!

Cater will pretend not to notice it.

But if you do ask him first he will pretend that he just saw it.

“Oh! Y/nnie I didn't even notice it!”

I think he would ask you where you want to be kissed and if you wanna be kissed because he is very supportive of consent! (Consent is cool guys)

Makes it the most hallmark type of kiss he can. He will hold your cheek with his hand, maybe even brush some hair away from your face, even go as far to hold your waist???

 All I'm saying is he will make you feel like you are the center of the universe. That you are the most special person in this domain.

“Well did you enjoy cay cay's little treat?” Cater teased with his signature smile, he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick kiss before running off. “I HOPE YOU DID, BUT CAY CAY JUST SAW A PERFECT PHOTO OPPORTUNITY BYE BYE!”

Leona!

He actually fell asleep under it. But he still points it out while you're under it- “herbivore, look up.” oh he enjoyed how the expression of your face changed so quickly.

I honestly think he doesn't really care about these things, he just wants to toy with you. So if you were to give him a kiss, he wouldn't care that much about it.

But if you demand a kiss that's when he is a bit cocky and much more awake. “The herbivore is finally getting bold huh?” he teased, with half lidded eyes as if he was falling asleep. Oh he will make you work for that kiss y/n, he will tell you to bring him a drink and maybe some food, trying turning the music down ect ect. 

But after all that work he will give you a kiss, but not on the lips tho…

He will kiss the corner of your lips just to play with ya!

If you want a more proper kiss be ready to do more chores though, but hey ruggie seems to like that idea he is already hitting the buffet table!!

Once you do those chores (again) He will give you a kiss on the lips, not too quick but not too long. It wasn't enjoyable when Leona started to pinch you though-

After all of that Leona just goes to his room to sleep because the party is too loud.

Ruggie!

He is doing things for Leona, getting some random loose change that fell off the floor and checking out the buffet– so to put it in simple terms he is busy, but that doesn't mean he isn't observant. Oh he noticed that mistletoe, yes and he has a great plan. *add grinch smile here*

“Y/n! There is a spot right here” ruggie shouts as he sees you wandering around like a headless chicken. “Thanks ruggie” you said as you sat down with him. 

He is gonna play off that he didn't just trick you to sit under the mistletoe with him, after sometime of silence he speaks up about the mistletoe.

You're just looking up thinking about how you didn't notice it-

If you give him a cheek kiss he would be okay with it, he won't pester you into giving him a kiss on the lips but he really wished you did.

BUT IF YOU GAVE HIM A KISS ON THE LIPS HOOT DOGGY, he is very happy about it!!! His ears are perked up while he mutters incoherent words. 

Then the moment gets ruined by Leona texting him, you can hear a faint “really now Leona” from ruggie yet in the end he complies, but not before giving you another sweet peck on the lips!

Jack!

I don't think he will really notice-

But he does notice it when you walk under it and comment on the decor. 

He will actually comment on it now. Like oh! A mistletoe- 

After getting some courage he will ask if you want to be kissed but it's somewhat shy, like there will be moments where he goes silent because he doesn’t know how to explain properly.

His kisses are actually very sweet, it's quick yet filled to the brim with love. Jack will also scowl at anyone who makes jokes about you.

I feel like he would want to keep that moment to himself, that is until he heard the not so hushed whispers of a group of first years.

“see, he did it pay up ace” “Epel you cheated!” Ace mumbled by the booth, Deuce looked at those two and back at yall hoping yall won't hear them. “I DONT GET THE PLEASURE PEOPLE GET BY THIS” you heard sebeks booming voice say, Jack sighed as he walked off rubbing the back of his neck.

Azul!

This party is at the monstro lounge. He knows every little thing that was set up here and- WHY IS THERE A MISTLETOE IN HERE!?

Azul avoids it like the plague, he won't take it off mid party because people seem to enjoy it (pretend they're females there too)  but it doesn't help when the Leech twins start pestering him about it-

“Azul did you put that up..?” one asked while the other butted in “You should go under it with shrimpy!” Azul felt years fly off his life trying to explain to those two– well, mainly just floyd. But jade wasn't any better!

Now here he is under the mistletoe with you, like he is feeling like he is the center of attention and that there are eyes staring holes through him. When in reality he is just very nervous.

You just point out the mistletoe and then he starts panicking. 

(Side note if you want someone to leave you alone just start acting crazy. "THERE'RE IN THE WALLS, CHECK THE WALLS!" They are going to leave you alone, or call the police but at least you're not with them anymore) 

You will have to be the one to kiss him. But first, consent- listen this man is literally having a panic attack, calm him down, inform him that nobody is judging him and then ask for consent. Your first priority is to calm him down and your last one is that kiss.

“ummmmmmm……..” Azul said after you asked him, his eyes dart around making sure that nobody is watching him- he kept silent until he slowly nodded.

When you kiss him he kisses back, azul is no longer tense and he is mainly just sinking into the kiss. That was until yall heard a certain pair of eels snickering to themselves and whispering (very loud) to each other. 

Azul adjusts his glasses before stomping to them and dragging those two in the vip room. Likely to try to lecture them (he fails)

Azul kissing you was actually quite soft and cute, he was a little timid at first but then got more bold with time.

Jade!

Don't kiss him. Just don't. He will point out the mistletoe but just run away.

“Oh look, it seems we are under a mistletoe” he teased you with a sharp tooth grin, a grin that said he was up to something. 

You're just looking around confused.

He would make you kiss him, or maybe he would kiss you if he was feeling nice-

(the short y/ns)

Of course you would give him a little kiss kiss, but he doesn't help one bit. You are trying to kiss him but he doesn't lean down, he doesn't offer you a boost. He won't help you one bit, he just looks down at your suffering with a grin. HE THINKS ITS FUNNY!? 

You were just there hopping until you finally gave up, but no. Jade will finally give you a kiss and it's a good one too trust me. He may just nibble your lip to keep you on your toes, he will pull back slightly so you can feel his breath on your lips. Was it worth it though???

(For the tall y/ns)

He will just swoop down and kiss you, again another hallmark kisser. But of course he will tease you, before actually kissing you. When he does kiss you, he will kiss your hand and try to walk away. But if you really want a proper kiss you will have to stop him and demand a kiss, because he won't do it unless you stop him. When he swoops down and kisses you he will also nibble your lip and maybe even hold your wrist for a good measure. 

He then walks away before you can say anything, walks away to his little gossip group (Azul and floyd).

But nonetheless that kiss was honestly very nice, short yet nice, perfect but not robotic. Honestly it felt quite amazing.

“jade where were you?” Azul asked with his eyebrow raised, jade puts on his usual business smile while looking back at you still under that mistletoe. “I have no idea what you mean Azul, I was with you this whole time.”

Floyd!

He is definitely the one that points it out.

Another one with no shame.

He is very much demanding a kiss, his mood will change quickly once you say yes-

“Awww koebi-chan you're so sweeettttt!” Floyd said as he slicked his arm around your shoulders from behind, “floyd if you keep standing behind me I can't kiss you” you muttered as you squirmed around in his hold. 

(For the short y/ns)

He will be kind and lean down for you, unlike another eel we know. But he will actually pick you up because he was quote-on-quote tired of leaning down.

So now you're just being held, the kiss had ended three minutes ago but floyd just slung you over his shoulder and now you're stuck there.

(For the tall y/ns)

He will look at you waiting for you kiss him and when you do he is enjoying it! His kiss is very greedy and sloppy. He also bit your lip multiple times-

But not when you go and pull away, now that's no fun.  He would grab your hand so quickly and pull you back to him, then he hears Azul call for him. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and now yall are off to find his boss.

“ah there you are floyd– why is y/n on your shoulder?” Azul asked, “Oh hey Azul, can you tell floyd to put me down” you felt floyd's grip tighten as you asked Azul that. Floyd huffed and sat you down “you're no fun shrimpy”. 

Promise to make it up to him later okay!

Kalim!

Oh kalim

The boy that is literally like the sun<3

He didn't notice because he was way too busy buzzing around going place to place greeting everyone! (Actually kalim is the host and he hosted it at the lounge-)

Jamil is somewhere we don't know where tho-

But as soon as kalim sees you minding your own business he goes straight to you, apologizing to everyone he bumped into while running towards your direction. 

Oh he just loves seeing you at the parties he throws!

Seeing you at his events gives him such joy that nobody can compare too♡

“y/n! You made it!” kalim said, still quite far away from you. He is practically yelling across the room over everyone but nobody seems to have minded it. “Oh, hey kalim!” you said, watching him run towards you with a big smile. That was until he got hit in the face by a random plant-

…..

You're silent. He's silent…

“Oh y/n it's a mistletoe!” kalim beamed at the small plant. “Would you like your kiss?” you asked. Kalim of course said yes bc like??? Who wouldn't say yes???

He will giggle during the whole process because he is so happy! Once you get close enough he will hold your face in his hands. His kiss is very very sweet. It's like finding a warm sunny spot on a cold day. It's filled with happiness and lots of energy, he still has your face in his hold while yall pull away. But instead of letting go he showers you with little kisses across your face with a big smile on his.

That moment lasts a while until jamil comes out of nowhere-

“kalim I was looking for you” Jamil said after a long sigh, “Jamil guess what! There was a mistletoe and- ” kalim started but before he could finish Jamil cut him off. “We can talk about that later just hurry up and come with me”

He waves bye to you and everything<33

But someone help Jamil tho, he has had to listen to kalim go on and on about you for the past few hours-

Jamil!

Jamil is too busy getting gray hairs to notice a small plant hanging from who knows where.

So you will have to point it out y/nnie<3

If you do catching him on his break of babysitting kalim and just so happens he is under the mistletoe with you then you better speak up fast-

When you tell him he is a mix of embarrassed that he didn't notice it and like what do you mean by kiss?

“jamil look what we are standing under. '' You teased, he looked up and saw a small plant above yall that looked a little too similar to a mistletoe. “is that a mistletoe..?” he muttered to himself as he looked back at you patiently waiting for your little kiss kiss.

He complies after some convincing, his kisses are quite indescribable. It's soft yet quick, cool yet it has a venomous bite to it. There is no telling what he really is trying to convey with that kiss, at first. 

After a few moments goes by and he gets out of his shell, his kiss becomes more tender and warm. To the point it felt scalding, not in a bad way, oh no. It felt like the warm sun had blessed you with its touch. You felt him get more bold in the kiss as he grabbed your hand.

That was until his perfect moment got crushed by kalim, he goes on auto pilot and tries to find him before he does something dumb-

Vil!

I think he would notice it, would he go and point it out tho? No, I didn't think so.

But when you somehow teleport near him and point it out that's when he shows interest.

Is this planned..?? Is it that you wanted to kiss him this while time and now was the prefect moment…?? Oh he is very smug now, you just unknowingly gave him an ego boost..

“Vil look we are under a mistletoe” you exclaimed with a smile, he looks back at you with a bit of suspension before looking up at the small plant. Could you have really planned all of this out….yes– just look at you being with joy about getting to kiss vil

“Y/n did you plan this” vil said with a smirk, amused at your attempt to get his attention. (Even tho you didn't even do anything and that you in fact didn't plan this) “no?” you said feeling a bit on the spot, “nonetheless ill play along” he says before gently grabbing your jaw.

He is a great kisser- 

Guys we all know it, he is an actor and he sure as hell knows how to kiss someone and make it feel amazing.

He has grabbed your chin, looked deep into your eyes and gave you the most toe curling kiss ever. It made you feel like you are on cloud 9 with the most precious things in life! His kiss felt like the spring of life and you were in full bloom, it was soft and elegant, slow and passionate. It was certainly amazing.

He will tell you to run along after the kiss, it's not that he didn't like kissing you. He enjoyed it alot but what he isn't gonna enjoy are those rumors about him dating you but then again, he doesn't think they're half bad.

Epel!

He noticed it too, he was actually eyeing it for the past 10 minutes.

He is another one to have no shame-

He will see you by that mistletoe and he is sprinting to it just to get your kiss, he didn't want anyone else stealing that kiss. 

“Oh hey epel-” you said as you saw him, okay epel act cool like you didn't notice it so y/n can kiss you.“We are under a mistletoe.” FUCK! 

You look at him, he looks at you. It's awkward. 

“Did you want a kiss?” you asked, epel just nodded and you took it as a yes. You give him a kiss on the cheek and-HOLD IT! don't act like you're about to get away with giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He is grabbing your wrist and demanding an actual kiss. 

If you do give him a kiss on the lips he is very very happy

He also brags about it to the other first years but we won't get into all of that now ^^;

He will now ask for another kiss at the most random times just to show off to everyone.

Definitely tells and tries to get advice from his lovely granny<333

Rook!

He sees it, I actually think he was the first one to ever notice it being there. Now he has made it his mission to find out something he has been wondering for a long time.

Are your lips soft?

Listen it's not in a weird way okay, normally he can tell every little thing about everyone just by watching them but you, he just can't for some reason the only thing he can focus on is your lips. 

He is like the human version of Pepé Le Pew with that mistletoe around.

So naturally he sets a trap for you like the amazing hunter he is!

“salut trickster! ” Rook says from right behind you, “Oh hey rook” you said as you finally noticed that he was behind you, you turned to look at him only to be met with a cheeky grin. “rook…? What are you up to? `` you asked, “non non mon ami, you wound me because I'm up to nothing!” Rook exclaimed with a fake pout, “mais.. (but) while I have you, I need your assistance with something.”

You knew Rook was up to no good when he asked that, but you agreed. Now here you are standing by a wall while Rook talks to vil about something.

Vil has no idea why rook is suddenly talking about how he reminds him of a peacock but he listens-

After rook is done with his little "chat" with vil he walks back to you but, oh my! Is that a mistletoe!

“Oh mon! It seems like we are under a mistletoe trickster!” Rook gasped, as he put his hand to his mouth. Acting as if he was in shock, he stared at you dramatically.

He feels so excited getting a kiss from you!!!! He is practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes are watching your every movement. 

When you kiss him he is very happy. 

He will be someone who makes the kiss special, it would be a little long so he can feel the softness of your lips a little longer, he will be the type to hold your chin. 

Once yall pull away he is showering you with praise about how soft your lips are. 

Then swoops away because he saw epel damaging his beauty-

Idia!

He didn't even come- so there is no headcanons

Well in some reality Ortho pulls out a giant beam and threatened idia to go to the party in person. This is how it would be like!

That mistletoe has to be in a corner because that's where idia has been this whole time. You walk up to him being the kind soul you are<3

He stinks of hot cheetos and energy drinks. I'm sorry yall didn't need to know that-

But nonetheless you wander up to him, that's when you notice it– the mistletoe. 

“isn't that a mistletoe” you asked yourself, idia looks up at the plant as his eyes grew wide. “do you know what that means idia?” you teased, but when you looked back at him he was even more pressed on the corner. You noticed how it looks like he was shaking.

“Idia don't worry I was just joking with you ” you tried to calm him down the best you could, but his hair kept on flaming one-hundred shades. 

It was tense as you sat in silence in that corner.

He looks at you and you look at him, like does he think you're about to do something to him???😭

Yall just stare at each other.

“Idia…?” you asked as he started mumbling nonsense like “this so isn't a pro gamer move-” “I'm acting alot like Kari from Kairi won't speak because he is shy, yet gets a harem for some reason now someone tells how he did it ” “please I probably look so cringe..” He then went silent for a moment before hardly saying “...but this is my chance to be harmi from romantic hot boys academy club for the rich.”

Does he want the kiss or not???? He is sending mixed signals!!!!

“idia do want me to kiss you or not” Listen, you are getting fed up with waiting, does he want to smooch you or not!? 

He just looks around. Is he ignoring you? Kinda. He is just check if everyone is judging him or not, he then speaks: “yeah sure whatever”

That was a quick mood change. You suddenly get close and whoop his hair is now pink again.

You give him a peck and his head just flings away as soon as yall touch lips. “you must have low standards to kiss me lol”

Did he just insult you….?

“So I have low standards for liking you? I have low standards by wanting to kiss you”

He is now just a bubbling mess, his hair is wild pink and it almost feels scalding. He didn't expect you to answer like that. He is muttering incoherent things under his breath as he walked away-

Ortho!

ORTHO IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE PLATONIC

he does notice it and he will tell you.

You give him a little smooch on the forehead and next thing you know he is gone. He is just with idia trying to get him to stand under the mistletoe so he can have a forehead kiss too<3

Actually his battery went up by 13 percent when you gave him that forehead kiss.

[Cue idia being dragged across the room by a small robot boy “Nii Chan, you are going under that mistletoe.”]

Malleus!

Oh he saw it, but he doesn't really know what it's used for? You being the kind soul you are, you explained to him that he has to kiss you.

He isn't saying no 

In Fact he will kiss you with no shame.

Another hallmark kisser, but this one brings off more of a black and white 1900s drama kisser. He is holding your chin, looking into your eyes and smiling down at you.

Will kiss you in the most gentle yet greedy way he could, he will pull away once you are out of breath. 

“Did I do it correctly, child of a man?” he mumbled not too far from your lips, his eyes had a certain glint watching your every move as you felt your face get hot. “yeah…” you muttered.

Now everyone is looking at yall bc you just kissed THE MALLEUS DRACONIA, *cue a crying screaming sebek*.

He will just be on his way acting like it wasn't a big deal, he doesn't understand why everyone is looking at you and him strange because he thinks that kissing under that plant was normal.

“child of a man, why is everyone staring at us like that?” Malleus asks with a hint of sadness in his voice, “Maybe because you kissed me?” he sat there and thought about what you said for a moment then spoke again: “So I did it wrong.” There was a small frown present on his face, “no Malleus, you didn't do it wrong.. it's just that you're a prince so you can do limited things in public.” you said, Malleus sat there for a moment before speaking “public, so I'll have to kiss you in private?......then meet me in my room in an hour, I'll be waiting for you.”

Would tell Lilia about it even though he was not too far away watching yall-

Lilia!

He knew it was there, because he was the one to put it up there-

Actually he even lead you under it and pretended not to know it was there😭

“Oh my, y/n look at what we're standing under! Fufufu, you know what that means right~” 

He gives you the most toe curling kiss, I swear those 100+ years of life gave him some kissing skills.

He will grab your jaw, maybe even play with your hair, he will also  let his hand trace your torso to tease you. But not once will he pull away from that kiss, he will likely pull away when you squirm abit too much.

You're just gasping for air-

“fufufu, y/n~! You didn't inform me you can kiss quite good”

He then went off somewhere when you weren't looking, but don't worry he will come back to tease you later.

Silver!

He accidentally fell asleep under it, bless his heart. He was trying to stay up so badly too<33

Lilia had you look for silver because he didn't want him getting trampled-

“ah there you are, sliver- sliver wake up…?” you said as you patted him awake, his eyes softly opened as he looked up at you. “Are you alright?” Silver nodded in response to your question, he sat up and whiped the tiredness from his eyes as he observed his surroundings. 

He then finds the mistletoe, I think he is the type to point it out nonchalantly-

Then you noticed it, if he asks you if you wanted to kiss him nod yes trust me you won't be disappointed! 

If you do say yes, he will hold you ever so slightly and kiss you. The kiss is long but light, sloppy yet sweet. He will place his hand over yours for a sweet moment. 

He then hears sebek yelling for him so he has to go. 

“Bye y/n, we will talk later” he said as he kissed your hand and disappeared in the crowd.

Sebek!

He is one to notice it but act like it isn't there. I also think he wouldn't really care about human traditions unless Malleus is actually very fond of them, that's when he showed interest and his surprising vast knowledge of human traditions that his father likely showed him. 

But then Lilia points it out (and has to explain the concept to sebek) 

He is very loud about the whole thing. "I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO KISS YOU HUMAN" He yelled, making half of the room stare at yall like you're some weirdos for announcing it.

Very bold until he actually has to kiss you. When the time comes he is kinda a mess, but being a knight (in training) of lord Malleus he has to do it (he doesn't) He is under the thought of 'Lilia told me about it so he obviously wants me to kiss this human and follow the tradition.' And he isn't really the wrong, Lilia just wants some drama tonight and what better cup of tea is sebek having is first kiss with the magicless ramshackle prefect<3

Gives you a quite nice kiss on the corner of your lips and bolts away.

“I HAVE TO GO SEE IF WAKA SAMA IS ALRIGHT!” 

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Raindrops falling on my Heart ♡

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: Well, if that weren't a shitty couple of weeks 🥲 anyway, I am back! The Leon brainrot has been eating at me for months and I finally caved, have some angst! With a happy ending of course, because I have a fragile little heart :) I have some more Leon in my drafts if y'all are interested ;) Enjoy!

~ Fi 🪻

Warnings: talks of alcohol being used as a coping mechanism, badly written fight, potential ooc Leon

Word count: 1.1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"You always do this, Leon!" Your voice echoed through your shared apartment. "You know that it's out of my control" He responded, frustrated. You scoffed. "You were gone for three weeks. Three weeks, Leon!" You yelled, tears stinging in your eyes. "I was sat here, for three goddamn weeks wondering whether you were alive or not. One Text. That is all I ask. 'I'm save' or 'I'm okay' that is all I want. I need to know that you're alright." You pleaded.

He was gone for long periods at a time and you were a nervous wreck, tossing and turning at night, hoping, praying that your lover was alive. It was eating away at you, hearing that knock on the door not knowing whether it was Leon finally coming home or his officials to tell you that he didn't make it. It was agonizing, really.

Leon, who previously had his back turned towards you, turned around. "Sure, just let me tell the bad guys to stop shooting at me so I can text you. Also, have a little more faith in me, you know I wouldn't go down that easy." He spat back. He shook his head, scoffing. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his jacket and keys. "Where are you going?" You asked bitterly. "Bar" he replied coldly. "No, Leon! You don't get to walk away from this. You always do and it's solving absolutely nothi-" you were interrupted by the door slamming in your face.

Hot tears were running down your face. You two fought like this almost everytime he came back after weeks of disappearing. It always ended with Leon threatening to leave for the evening but he never did. Until today. He actually left.

Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You clutched your heart with both hands to help soothe the pain. Your Relationship was really put to the test with Leon having such a dangerous job. It was obvious he couldn't just stop the whole mission, but there had to be at least 5 minutes between saving the world and kicking ass where he could let you know that he was alive. Why didn't he understand that you loved him?  Why wouldn't he let you love him? "Stubborn son of Bitch..." you mumbled, tears drying on your cheeks.

Leon angrily stomped out of your apartment building. Having shoved his hands deep into his pockets, he stepped out into the pouring rain. He'd be soaked by the time he got to the local bar but he couldn't care less at the moment. He hated fighting with you, especially over something like this, something you have been over a million times. He kept his head down, the cold rain trickling down his neck into his shirt.

The stores, restaurants and buisnesses that lined the street, cast a bright light onto his face as he looked up, searching for the sign of the bar. He was a regular at this point. Coming in, sitting down at the very back in a cozy corner, and then quietly leaving when he had drunk his anger, frustration and pain away.

Looking around, Leon spotted happy couples roaming the streets on either side. Laughing, holding hands, smiling. It made him sick. How dare they pretend to be perfect when he knows for a fact that they aren't. Every couple fights. How dare they be happy. He shot them a bitter look and went on to get into the warm and dry embrace of the bar.

Reaching for the the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name being called.

"Leon.." you spoke, arms wrapped around yourself to keep you warm. "Can we talk? Please?"

He turned to face you. You were soaked. Your wet hair clinging to your forehead and your neck, the flimsy jacket you had grabbed in a rush doing little to keep the pouring rain and cold out. What are you doing here, you're going to get sick was the first thought that popped into his head as he saw you. But he didn't say that.

"What? You come here to yell at me again?" He asked, coldly. You took a couple of steps towards him. "No, I.." you sighed "I love you, Leon. And I care about you. I worry for you. But you just go on your missions thinking you have nothing to lose and no one that cares about you." Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks.

"But I do! I care. You have something to lose. Us. Everything we've been through. Every fight, every sleepless night, every kiss. I just don't understand why you won't you let me love you. You own my heart and take up my every thought. You're the love of my life, Leon. You're my world, my everything. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if anything happened to you. You are loved. I love you. Isn't that enough for you to not storm into every situation recklessly and put your life on the line for-" you were cut off by Leon pressing your head against his chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you let all your emotions spill out. Leon stayed quiet as you sobbed into his shirt, your tears mixing with the rain.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart" he whispered, you could hear the tremble in his voice. Pulling away from the embrace, you looked at him, seeing the faintest hint of tears in the corner of his eyes. you reached to his face and cupped his cheek gently.

"You deserve to be loved, Leon. Please understand that. You don't have to earn love or prove yourself worthy of it. Being you is enough. I love you." You sniffled, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Leon leaned into your touch, placing his hand on yours and pressing it closer to his face. "I-.. Thank you. I love you too. So much." he sighed, a tear escaping his eye.

You gave him a soft, sad smile and carefully brushed the tear aside. "No more fighting, okay?"

"Okay. Let's go home, baby. I think Bingo's on tonight" he grinned at you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. You two walked home in the cold rain, your hand clutched tightly in Leons.

After a much needed hot shower you were now both cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite show but basically talking and laughing through the whole thing. You'd missed nights like these with Leon, the cuddling, the loving, the talking. You'd grown distant the last couple of months due to the frequent arguments. But now, all was well and you later fell asleep in Leons loving arms.

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Unbreaking Emotions

𓆩♡𓆪 Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 ANGST 𓆩♡𓆪 FLUFF 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 Note: Vincent is so OOC in this fanfiction I wrote.(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Also I didn't do much proofread because I can't be arsed so I'm truly sorry if there are any mistakes 𓆩♡𓆪

Summary: A month after the incident at the Shinra Building, You and Vincent had a serious talk about each other’s feelings...

𓆩♡𓆪 dividers by : @saradika-graphics 𓆩♡𓆪

It all happened in a twist when you were trying to steal the flashdrive from the laboratory at the Shinra Headquarters to expose their secrets to the public. Your friends insisted on tagging along with you. Even though you prefer to work alone. Vincent refused to let you go to the Shinra Building alone. 

You strongly believe that it was all going well according to plan but things turned out ugly when Hojo appeared out of the shadows and grabbed you from behind while his other hand was occupied with a knife, he threatened your friends to put back the flashdrive. Vincent felt the heating anger burning through his veins, desperate to save you. Refusing to give back the flashdrive, Hojo struck the knife into your right eye before Vincent could dash over to you. He failed to save you. A howling scream of agony broke out. Cloud and the others watched in horror. Hojo kicked you towards the floor, his immoral laughter echoing in the blur as you slowly passed out hearing shouting and very loud gunshots ringing through your ears…

A lot of things had happened since you lost sight to your right eye, leaving you only with one eye. Vincent never visited you once at the hospital. His friends pleaded with him to come and see you but he refused. 

Was it because he didn’t try to save you?

Must there be any more reason for that? 

After a month of recovery, you were finally discharged from the hospital. You headed over to Nibelheim where the crew are currently at. They were very happy to see you have recovered. Cid slipped out a joke saying that you look like a pirate because of the eyepatch you were wearing. Others didn’t find it funny because they thought it wasn’t right to joke like that because of the right eye you lost. However, you don’t seem to mind at all. 

You noticed Vincent wasn’t with them, wondering what’s up with him since he never took a visit to the hospital to see you. You asked your friends where Vincent is. Tifa told you that he wanted to be alone at the Shinra Manor. Aerith, along with the others, urged you not to bother him. You ignored them and headed your way to Shinra Manor. You hopped on the elevator going straight down to the basement where Vincent usually rests in his coffin. Tifa and the group knew exactly what was going on with Vincent while you’ve been resting at the hospital for a while, they just didn’t know how to tell you. 

Without even knocking, you barged into the basement and shouted his name in such conflicting anger, “Vincent! We need to talk now!” 

Vincent lifted the lid as it slid off the coffin, he jumped out and gave you a scowling expression. Displeased with your unnecessary rude entrance, unbothered by the new sight of the way you currently look since you lost the sight to your right eye, “About what exactly?” It’s obvious that he knows what this is about, he just has no desire to talk about it. You curled your hands into fists, marching up to him with vexation, “Enough of this! I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me! Why didn't you visit me at the hospital when I was badly hurt?!” You asked him, a fiery heat of indignation breaking in. 

He stayed silent for a moment. Yet, he could feel you hurting deep inside. Screaming with such resentment, that’s what he truly hearing from the depths of your heart. “Is it…Is it because of what happened at the Shinra Building? When you desperately try to save me…from that bastard Hojo? Or is it something else? Tell me…” There was a slight tremble in your voice, Vincent could sense you breaking down. He didn’t try to show it but it broke him apart seeing you like that. It was quite hard for him to find a way to comfort you since he rarely does that to anyone he knows. 

You huffed out a long depressing sigh, “Okay…I will leave you alone. If you don’t want to talk to me then…fine.” You were planning to storm away until Vincent fastened his hand around your wrist in a tight hold, “(Y/n), I…” You turned around to face him directly, his eyes gazing deeply into you. You could see the wheel of sadness and regret within those crimson red eyes of his. 

“I’m sorry…when Hojo had you in his grasp, I felt very desperate to save you I…” Vincent took a pause then spoke up again, “It all happened so fast…I wasn’t even quick enough to save you…I thought I-” You shushed him by flinging your arms around his lower body. He didn’t even try to push you away, he was unmoved by this feeling that he couldn’t describe. “It’s alright, Vincent, you don’t have to say anymore.” 

Vincent motioned his arms to pull you close, he felt the urge to want to hold you in his arms. Never in his life has he ever held anyone close to him. “(Y/n)...I…you really don’t know how much you mean to me and I’ve been wanting to tell you ..” his words touched your heart, you moved away for a moment, holding onto his arms as you felt your cheeks coloured with a swift of warm feelings. 

“There are times where I find it confusing to be around you. Usually I keep my distance from everyone I know but…” Vincent held your hand, squeezing it as he tried to focus on what he wished to say, “I’ve gotten so used to you being around me, especially when I don’t interact a lot. The times we went through together, the moments we spent together…it all felt special to me.” 

Were you actually dreaming of this or is he truly trying to confess his feelings to you?

“Vincent I…you never usually like to hang around people, I know that. I feel…safe being around you somehow…” It shot you to realize that your bond with Vincent was becoming something else, something more, “I...just find you very mysterious at times, Vincent Valentine. I also find it confusing to be around you and yet…” you lift your chin to look at him, your left eye locked onto that dreamy gaze of Vincent, “I still like to be around you..” 

Vincent curved his lips into a little smile, “You know…I never knew you would like me so much…when I first met you…I couldn’t figure out how I feel about you.” he wanted to continue but was at a complete loss for words at that moment. You let out a dry chuckle, “I was actually the same. Once we got to know each other more, I slowly began to grow fond of you. I kept denying my feelings I have for you. Knowing that I don’t deserve you. That remains to be questioned..” 

Vincent leaned in and asked with a soft demeanor tone, “Do you…still have feelings for me now?” his question popped you like a bubble. Instead of using words to give him an answer, you lifted your hands to cup his face. Touching his lips with yours tenderly. Vincent had his very first kiss and it was with you. It had to be you. Without hesitation, he swept his arms around your waist, kissing you passionately. His kiss melted your heart, your soul and body. Two whole different worlds colliding to one another, it was until then that they came to realize that they were destined to be together. 

You pressed your forehead against Vincent’s, letting out a gleaming smile “Let’s..stay like this for a while..” 

Vincent took your hand towards his soft lips, lowering his head down to kiss the knuckles of your hand. He then brushes your e/c hair out of your face, his hand touching closely towards your eyepatch as he does it. Admiring your presence while he caresses your face lovingly, he always finds you beautiful. Inside and out. Although beauty never truly mattered to him. 

He crashed you into his body, your head burying onto his chest as you felt the heavy load of butterflies in your stomach, “If that’s what you want to do then…I don’t mind because I would rather stay here and spend my time with you.”

a/n - I regret to have to write this in the first place because this fanfiction is fucking dry as hell, I had to change up the beginning. It wasn't really connecting with the other parts so...yeah...

planning to delete this in the future but im not sure (╥‸╥)

[bleeding0heart]

(MedicineSeller! Kusuriuri x Mortal! Reader)

(Can be OOC!! AnyPOV!!)

♡愛して、愛して。。。♡

Existing in a world full of bloodthirsty mononokes wasn't easy, especially when you're just a fragile being, a mere weed that can easily be stepped on.

And you're no exception.

But it's okay, because he'll protect you forever.

His little flower.

•"I'm sorry."

.・゜゜・

Kusuriuri had said that it would only be a couple of hours, hours without you. Oh, how badly he wished that he'd stayed with you instead. Not only did he fail as a protector, he also failed as a friend.

An hour after Kusuriuri's department, you started to feel a strange feeling deep inside your core. Something had placed its root into your heart, a parasite feasting upon your sanity, leaving nothing but a shrill and some crumbs.

Slowly, you were filled with hatred, witnessing the wrongdoings of your kin through the parasite's lenses. You felt yourself losing control, diving deeper into the matrix of madness, becoming a fish stuck in a hurricane, unable to save yourself.

And before you knew it, you were standing in front of a burning house, a warm cottage and a happy family destroyed by your hands. Blood stained your body, your soul sealed by sins.

.・。.・゜✭・

A death sentence hung over your head.

Everything was too much. Your chest felt heavy, and you felt like you couldn't breathe. You lost control of your body, and yourself.

Kusuriuri couldn't fucking believe it. Five hours, he'd only been gone for five.fucking.hours, and you're already at death's gate.

Standing amidst the mob, he watched you and the dancing flame with wide eyes. Fear? Anger? Disappointment? He didn't know, but he knew that he felt one thing: Shock.

"... Oh no..." You've been possessed, Kusu knew it. As quickly as he could, he worked to baptize you, or rather, the mononoke. Though he managed to banish it, you're still on the verge of exhaustion.

"[Name]! Snap out of it!" Yelled the medicine seller, as he ran toward you, his steps almost clumsy. He reached out, gripping your shoulder, the claws digging into the fabric of your clothes. Until then did he see your eyes.

"... C'mon... Let's go home, please..." Kusuriuri pleaded, hurriedly carrying you back to their estate.

.・゜゜・

Upon reading the news on the bulletin board, Kusuriuri felt his heart die little by little. Dropped to the pit of his stomach, to be precise.

____

░NOTICE FROM THE GOVERNMENT:

1. [Name] L/N's CRIME HAS BEEN CONFIRMED, AND THEY'VE BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH.

2. KUSURIURI HAS BEEN DEEMED AN ACCOMPLICE IN THE INCIDENT AND IS THUS SENTENCED TO DEATH.

FURTHERMORE, ACCOMMODATING HIM WILL BE CONSIDERED A CRIMINAL ACT.

3. SHOGUN SHALL RECEIVES THE DEATH PENALTY FOR INCITING KUSURIURI AND [Name] L/N AND CAUSING THE INCIDENT.

4. THE SUSPENSION OF [Name] L/N's DEATH SENTENCE IS REVOKED AND THE EXECUTION IS TO BE CARRIED OUT IMMEDIATELY.

5. SPECIAL GRADE SORCERERS ARE APPOINTED [Name] L/N's EXECUTIONER.

____

It would only be a few more days, until Kusuriuri and you were brought to the execution place.

"Even Shogun isn't safe from this..." Kusuriuri sighed. One of his kin got dragged into this mess, all because of him, though Shogun remained safe for now. 'This can't be good'

The other kitsune was innocent, but the people chose to be ignorant. They didn't want to listen, they only wanted a reason to purge him.

[In case you're wondering, Shogun is my OC who's also a kitsune. And damn that mononoke.]

Then, they'd be "off with their heads."

[poeticlilies]

I really loved the akutagawa x reader post. Could you maybe do one for dazai?

♡ Melancholy

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: You comfort Dazai after a bad day. (fem reader)

TW/CW: angst, spoilers, harmful thoughts, dazai's past, abuse, might be ooc? not too familiar w bsd yet i'm new to the fandom :')

Dazai Osamu was a man who had lived through at least seven lifetimes in the span of one.

He'd seen things; things that nobody should've seen, but it didn't stop him from seeing them.

He saw Mori kill the old boss and rebuild Port Mafia anew; he was abused by him, and continued the cycle of abuse with Akutagawa, who eventually did it to Kyouka.

Oh, he was a bad man; a wicked, bad, person who had done unspeakable things under the orders of Mori (although some of those actions were not orders; rather, they were committed of his own will).

And although he has betrayed the mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, although he has saved countless lives (and the city of Yokohama, several times) he still sometimes finds himself thinking it wasn't enough.

Wasn't enough to wash his hands of the blood he's spilt; wasn't enough to cleanse his sins as they clung to him, digging their claws into his back and oozing inside, whispering in his ear that he'll never be good enough, never be able to do enough, never be able to save enough lives.

And sometimes, when you aren't around, he curls up into a little ball under his sheets and cries, sobbing into the comforter and choking as he tries to breathe (but miserably fails).

He wails into his blanket, shaking all over, hands trembling and eyes wide as he scratches at his throat and his chest, leaving red irritated marks as he tries to rid himself of his sins.

In the detective agency, he was Dazai; a charming, annoying, womanizer who never worked but always somehow managed to turn his share of the paperwork in.

At home, in the privacy of his bedroom, he was Osamu; a man who grew from the broken mold of his childhood, desperately picking up the pieces of his heart and gluing them back together only to fall apart at another one of Kunikida's scathing remarks or the looks from the Agency members varying from pitiful to condescending.

Osamu is sure that he's useless. A burden to the agency; kept around only as a pretty face for sore eyes.

He's been hurt much too much to let anyone know of his meltdowns; there was one close call when Atsushi questioned the splotchy patches of red on his face when he came out of the bathroom, but he managed to convince him it was the aftereffects of another poisonous mushroom and that he was fine, having already been treated by Yosano.

He's hurt too much to even want to fathom the idea of letting someone into his heart. No, what if they see the ugly creature of anxiety and fear and shun him, kicking the soft organ in disgust and making it crumble further into pieces?

You had been let in unwillingly; after worming your way into his heart, one day, things had changed.

You found him crying in your shared bedroom; chest heaving as he sobs into his palms, occasionally pawing at his bandages and tearing the soft fabric. He was so scared, that day, that moment; everything seemed to have been frozen as you two lock eyes, and for a moment, he's absolutely sure that his worst fears have come true, that you will shun him and kick him and sneer at him in disgust, before leaving and never coming back.

Oh, he was so surprised to learn that wasn't the case; when you had shushed him and pulled him into a soft, gentle, hug, and told him it would be alright, despite not knowing what he was crying about, he almost giggled; you didn't hate him? even after knowing his past? you didn't hate the monster that was in your arms?

Of course not, you told him. You're not a monster, Osamu, you murmur, hand carding through his hair as he shudders in your arms.

He blinks, once, twice; before fresh tears come into his eyes (these are ones of happiness) and a soft smiles curls his lips upwards as he lets his façade melt away and allows himself just this once to be rocked to a comfortable nap, knowing that if you've seen this side of him and still chose to embrace him that nothing would hurt him now because you were here, and you cared, and you forgave him for his sins.

And his heart twists in melancholy; there's something just on the tip of his tongue, something about his past that he can't quite piece together, but you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head and the thoughts and sadness melt away until he is not Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, the ability user who harnesses No Longer Human, and he is simply just a man who has found someone who cares about him.

And he feels a little branch grow out of his cold, dead heart, and he tells himself that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be loved by you.

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shii bro this one was long asf... uhmmmm i kinda got carried away :') wHOoPsiE

still very new to the bsd fandom so i apologize if my little scrunkly is ooc

[dthroned-sameurl]

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[exactlyzealouslady]

My old fic that's I wrote on ao3, thought didn't finish it. But maybe I will continue...

♡ ♡ ♡

Cw: general yandere, manipulation, stalking, blackmail, ooc, obsessive/possessive behavior, kidnapping, drugging, Age Gap.

It had been a while since Stelle had visited Belebog. Serval and Natasha missed her so much that they couldn't stop thinking about her. Of course, they won't allow the raccoon girl to get away from them. Together they will find a way to possess their princess heart.

Chapter 1 The Heroe's Last Trip: Serval tries to wait for Stelle patiently, but she gets anxious and worried that the trailblazer might not return. It wasn't until the hero of Belebog came to visit once again. This time Serval will make sure she won't let the raccoon girl escape from her grasp.

P.S. : The story is an au, so the story will not include a Lynx companion quest story. However, it does include spoilers for the Belebog and Xianzhou arcs story.

Serval waits for Stelle for so long. How much has it been since she left Belebog? The mechanic can't count anymore, but she tries to wait as patiently as possible. Yet, Serval feels regret for not stopping a silver girl from traveling so far.

Of course, she realizes that saving people is part of the nameless duty and that she can protect herself. So why does the guitarist feel so bitter that she can't embrace the raccoon girl tightly...

Stelle helped her deal with Cocolia's past. Sure, she still has trauma issues and Gepard is always by her side, but if it was not for the female trailblazer, Serval would not be able to defeat the echo of the former tyrant. Stelle is not just a hero for Jarilo-VI, but for Serval as well. 

But one day, Stelle comes to visit Jarilo-IV. Hearing the news, Serval gets so happy that the excitement crows inside her chest to reunite with Stelle. As she sees a raccoon girl walking around the overworld, Serval rushes to her and is about to call her name when a group of crowds surrounds the hero.

They ask Stelle for her autograph, telling her how much she inspires them, and some of them even invite her on a date. Not only that, but a tall black-haired woman in a yellow dress comes to Stelle. The raccoon girl begins flirting with her, as she holds the young lady's left palm and kisses it.

“You must be a pretty princess who came from a far planet. Why don't I take you to the universe with me? I will always be by your side.”

The black-haired woman blushes as a tomato as she stumbles with a response. 

“W-well…a-as y-you w-wished m-my h-hero." 

“You're the most adorable lady that I ever met~” The black-haired lady was out of line and fainted.

For some reason, Serval feels her heart shrink inside her chest. Seeing people approaching Trailblazer, touching her palm, and blushing from the shower of compliments, makes a mechanic envious. But, she has to be happy for Stelle, right? So why does the blonde feel so negative towards crowds? Why does she want to drug the raccoon girl from them? 

As soon as the crowd walks away from Trailblazer, Serval's smile returns. She walks close to Stelle and is about to touch her arm when a tall blue-haired man blocks the former rock star's view from the raccoon girl.

Serval grumbles in frustration. What is he doing here? Did that idiot forget that he is not allowed to be in Overworld? Serval watches how Sampo chats with her darling... Showing the same smug face, laughing, touches her shoulder, and...flirts with her?

Serval's clenches her fist. How dare he? Stelle is uncomfortable and tries to get away from him, but Sampo never leaves her alone. What a creep. But that's okay, Stelle does not have to play the hero role...

 🎸🎸🎸

During the night, Serval finds Sampo walking and whistling around the dark area. She comes closer to him and grips his shoulder. The tall, blue-haired man twitches and turns around. Once he sees Serval, he sighs in relief.

“Whew, you scared me. I thought it was your little brother or one of the silver man guards.”

“We need to talk.”

“Listen, I didn't steal anything, I just came to chit-chat with my old friend Stelle."

“And that's what I want to talk about. I want you to stop speaking to her, no, don't even look at her. Stay away, or else you'll regret it, and I will tell my brother that you're here.” Sampo chuckles and lightly pets Serval's left shoulder.

“You have such a great sense of humor. Sometimes I even wonder if you're Gepard's older sis-" 

"-If you won't listen to my request, I will BBQ you with my guitar." There is a short pause between the two. Sampo analyses Serval's facial expression and the way she handles her instrument. He gulps before letting his hand go from her shoulder and escapes without saying a word.

🎸🎸🎸

Serval rushes to Gepard who sees her panting heavily. “Serval, has something happened?”

“G-gepard…t-this is an emergency, Sampo is here! I-I j-just s-saw him trying to s-steal one of the relics in the museum."

Gepard clenches his fist. “That brat!” He demands the soldiers to follow him and rushes to catch Sampo. Little, does he notice a sly smile on Serval's face.

Stealing a relic was a ton of hard work. The mechanic has to make sure not to get caught by security and cameras, stay quiet, and most importantly, take an essential item carefully without dropping it. Then, she has to escape from the museum with the same first steps.

Luckily, Sampo didn't leave Overworld. Serval suspects he might have told her a white lie and probably did some shady business… But that is not relevant. She carefully and quietly hands him a relic in his palm when he swings behind and doesn't even notice her. Perfect. 

Now, he cannot run away from her brother. Part of the mechanic's mind reminds her how wrong it is to manipulate her little brother to catch Sampo, but at the same time, she feels that one threat wasn't enough as a warning. That is what he gets for trying to steal her precious treasure.

🎸🎸🎸

The next day, Serval sees Stelle walking all over the street. *Now you won't get away from me.* The guitarist says to herself in mind as the smirk appears on her face. The guitarist rushes to the raccoon girl and waves her hand.

“Hey, Stelle, it's been a while since we saw each other!" Stelle gasps and turns her head as her silver hair swings to her side. *Such a pretty girl you are.* Serval hides her face from the blush.

"Oh, hi there Serval. You surprised me, and yeah, it has been so long. Especially since we had a long journey to Xianzhou."

The mechanic smirks at her precious hero. "Let me guess, you got in trouble again?” Serval asks Stelle teasingly. The raccoon girl scratches her neck. “Yeah, we even encouraged and fought against the most dangerous criminals, the 'Stellaron Hunters.' 

*Stellaron hunters, huh?* Serval's face hides in the shadow. The guitarist promises herself that she will never let Stelle go. Serval won't allow some filthy criminals to touch what is hers.

“Um, Serval, are you all right?" Stelle's worried voice returns Serval to reality, who gives a trailblazer a quick smile. “Yup, I'm cool. Hey, how about you visit my workshop, and we will continue chit-chat? Does that sound cool?”

“Sure. Besides, I'm so bored."

“Perfect!” Serval grabs her hand and leads her raccoon girl to the workshop. 

🎸🦝🎸

Stelle sits on the chair nonchalantly while waiting for a Serval to get a drink. “Well, here is the soda you ordered, my lady.” 

Stelle chuckles in response and takes a class from the mechanic. “Thanks, Serval. I finally get to drink something sweet.” Himeko always persuades me to drink coffee, but it is honestly too bitter for me.”

“Haha. When I visited Astral Express, she convinced me to try a bitter coffee and told me that the more bitter, the better. She's a hard-core coffee fan, huh?”

Stelle nods her head and giggles at the joke. *How cute* 

Stelle takes a sip and feels a weird taste in her mouth. It still has that sugary texture, but something different… Suddenly, her hand drops a cup, and she almost falls to the ground until Serval catches her.

The mechanic analyses her soon-to-be captive's terrified and red facial expression, as the trailblazer breathes heavily.

*So adorable when you get scared.* That increases Serval's wish to protect Stelle even more.

“S-s-serval… W-what….” But, Stelle cannot finish her line. Serval puts an index finger on her lips while petting the raccoon's girl's head with her left hand. "Shhh… you must be tired of all the adventures. So why won't you rest?” Stelle's eyelids become heavy as she slowly falls asleep.

Serval kisses her right palm, lifts her, and carries her princess style. Her mouth leans closer to the ear and whispers: “Sweet dreams. Now you don't have to fight, my princess. I will be your guard and by your side forever and ever.”

[s-talking]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

generally speaking, slow-burn. always. while envy does have sudden impulses here & there ( due to feeling nothing at all & then everything at once ), the actual shipping tends to kick in when both muses start to vibe. otherwise, it's just shallow one-sided infatuations from envy's side & i personally wouldn't call that shipping U N L E S S we are also vibing in ooc. i mean, i do have ships were envy is just going full-on yandere & the other muse is beyond terrified lmao but that does require for some ooc comfort from both sides.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

whoever my irl partner picks lmao though i honestly cherish all of my ongoing ships equally, & wouldn't say one is better than the other in terms of preferences. i'm not really the type of person to have tunnel vision over 1 pairing & that's that, as different muses tend to bring out different emotions, & i love it ♥

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

as long as your muse isn't under the age of 18, we're good.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

once he unbuckles his belt, or touches something very inappropriate.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

not really. if there's chemistry between our muses & we're both vibing, i'm more than happy to ship ♡

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

not at all, just general communication at best, let it be on dash, ims, or simply little chit-chats in tags. otherwise, i won't assume that you're shipping with him since envy is all about unrequited love for most part.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

more-or-less. envy is primarily a horror muse & a villain, & while i do enjoy my good dosage of spice, i'm also pretty chill about it. ~

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

n/a. original character.

FINALLY, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO AVOID WHEN SHIPPING?

it's simple, really. when shipping with envy, please remember that he is a serial killer & a very unhinged one at that. as my good friend @umbralrosa once said, ❝ envy is one hell of a living curve-ball ❞ so don't be surprised if he ends up suddenly harming / dominating your muse in most sadistic of ways, even IF already married or in a relationship. same goes for attempted murder. the only verse that has him completely pacified is ' solace, ' where he is saved from the clutches of the evil that slowly keeps eating away at his humanity.

tagged by: - temp. place holder agflkjglkja - tagging: whoever reads this, you are now officially tagged ~ !

[abyssal-ali]

Jasonette Crack (feat. Talia al Ghul)

~0.8k, everyone (Talia) is WilDlY OOC, you have been warned. Not beta'd (if anyone wants to beta or even just toss ideas around, let me know!) Please tell me what you think, and I'm open to constructive criticism as well.💜

Marinette groaned into Talia's bed.

Talia merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for the young woman to speak.

"Is something the matter, Marinette?"

Another groan, then Mari raised her head to look at Talia. "I want a boyfriend. Can you find me someone? If *you're* happy with him then he'll be great, and I won't have to worry about my family's disapproval."

Talia couldn't believe this was happening. Marinette was asking her to set her up with her OTP!

"I shall begin the search," she said neutrally.

Jason kicked off his boots and hung his jacket up, then collapsed onto the sofa.

"You need a girlfriend," said Talia from the shadowed chair she was sitting in.

Jason almost screamed. "T, you gave me a heart attack!"

"Be aware of your surroundings," she said unapologetically. "You need a girlfriend," she repeated.

"I have neither the time nor the patience to find someone everyone will like. You find me a girlfriend and I'll be happy."

♡•○•♡

Two weeks later a kidnapped Jason and a kidnapped Marinette were stood in front of Talia, who spoke somewhat quicker than normal. "Marinette Genevieve Dupain-Cheng, do you take this man as your husband?"

"Yes-wait-what-"

Talia ignored her and turned to Jason.

"Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, do you take this woman as your wife?"

"T, what are you-"

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" she said cheerfully.

10 minutes later, once they freed themselves from their ropes, the new couple burst into her room.

"T, what did you do?! I didn't actually mean it!!"

"I just wanted a date! What was that?!" screeched Marinette.

They looked at each other, then back to Talia.

"You're perfect for each other, you know. I've shipped you two for years; this is a blessed day. I can die happy now. I was thrilled when you asked me to find you a partner."

"I didn't mean a husband!" "I didn't mean a wife!"

"You're welcome," she said, calmly sipping her tea. "I saved you the dating-- it's inevitable you get married."

They sputtered at her impeccable logic and left.

"I'm so sorry about Aunt Talia," said Marinette.

"Talia's your aunt?"

"Kinda. I'm 98% sure she mentally adopted me, though. My mom's her best friend and Aunt T's kind of my mentor? How do you know her?"

"She adopted me. And she's my dad's ex."

"Oh," Mari nodded. "You asked her to find you a date too?"

"Kinda, but I was joking and she knew it. I am so sorry about this."

"It's fine; I *literally* asked for it. I'm sorry for *you*."

"Don't worry about it. Obviously she thinks you're perfect if she married us."

"Same for you- wait, is she licensed?" Mari asked.

"Unfortunately."

"We didn't sign anything though."

"T forged our signatures. We're legally married," Jason pointed out.

"Right...well, I guess we'd better get to know each other. Hi, I'm Marinette, from Paris. Nice to meet you."

Jason shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Jason, from Gotham. Enchanté."

The couple talked for hours, finding out more about each other. There was definitely chemistry there.

Marinette decided to move to Gotham so she and Jason could get to know each other better. It wasn't like she had anything tying her to Paris and she *had* wanted to travel.

Talia smiled happily. Her plan worked (of course it did, she was a genius with a knack for matchmaking.)

Then Marinette took a taxi to 1007 Mountain Drive from her cozy little apartment just outside the Diamond District and gasped, prepared to beat up Jason instead of meeting his family. She was only wearing jeans, an "I died and all I got was this T-shirt" shirt, and a red leather jacket--hardly appropriate clothing for a *manor*!

Jason let her in at the gate and laughed at her T-shirt, then led her into the Manor.

"Don't worry, sweats are the norm around here. You look beautiful," he reassured her.

The couple were swarmed by curious Waynes ("who's your date?") until a feral child with a katana appeared and ran at Marinette.

She caught him in a hug and ruffled his hair.

"Hey kiddo, how are you?"

"You know Demon Spawn?" asked Tim, shocked.

"Of course, she is my honorary big sister," sniffed Damian.

Everyone agreed that Marinette was perfect, and perfect for Jason after just 5 minutes of acquaintance. It was the beginning of a lovely relationship.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY

♡ angst ♡ not proof read ♡ slight gore for sensitive readers ( like a grain of sand ) ♡ not really accurate to lore ♡ ooc

Artist on twitter: Elico79068549

"Scara, today is my birthday!"

"Ah you mean that day where humans celebrate their first day of worthless and mundane existence despite their creation being of no effort of their own?"

"Yes, but it's also to celebrate the fact that you're able to live to this age happy and healthy, for the people around you to be joyful about your presence in their life!"

"How utterly useless, as all humans traditions"

"Eh I guess I should just jump off a cliff right now then since you clearly aren't happy with my existence"

His eyes shot up, he didn't expect you to take it that badly. Panic start running in his veins.

"AHAHAHAHA I'm joking of course. Here, I saved a piece of the birthday cake for you! You're okay with vanilla flavour, right?"

"It doesn't matter to me what flavour it is."

Despite his hesitancy, he took the cake from your hand.

"It taste..decent enough."

"I know you would like it! Enjoy the cake! I'm going to go ham on the booze, cya!"

"HEY I NEVER SAID I LIKED IT, AND DONT DRINK TOO MUCH YOU- *Bam* idiot..."

the door shut on your departure

" *sigh * I will take care of her later"

Scaramouche returned to his paperwork as the next day arrives. That was how you spend your first birthday with him.

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You guys were taking a stroll down the street. Well, it's more like you pushed him out the office to accompany you to your whimps.

"Y/N I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO!"

"Indeed, and one of them is seeing the streets with me. Hurry now, we're going to miss the fireworks!"

"What reasoning is that? Wha-"

You hold his hand and ran before letting him finishing his sentence (most likely another insult). Scaramouche give up on resisting. He doesn't know what get you so excited, but he is used to falling for your sudden nature by now. He stared at your back, at your hair that bounce up and down as you ran, at your jumpy happiness that he wants to keep all to himself, at you, all of you.

Suddenly you stopped in yout tracks.

"Scara look!!!!" You points upwards.

Fireworks of different colour set ablaze high up in the nightsky. Like a thousands different kind of fiery flowers.

The moonlight shine delicately on your face, as the reds, the blues, the greens pop up and went out.

He wanted to burn this sight into his memories, into his eternity.

You look back at him.

"Sorry, I wanted to spend my birthday with you this year but I could only force you out of your office. Otherwise you won't come at all!"

You pout, holding scaramouche hands more tightly than ever.

Maybe you're just as afraid of losing him as he is of you.

"Happy existence day, y/n."

He let out without a thought. His voice was soft. And you knew it was for your ears only.

"Its happy birthday stupid."

He deadpanned.

"Fine, I take it back."

"HEY NO BACKSIES! Plus I would pay you one million to say it again!"

"Then... I shall say it to you next year too."

"Ehh i cant wait that long! Ahh dear Barbatos please let time past faster."

"Pfttt impatient as always hahaha."

"I can't help it. NEXT YEAR, COME SOONER!!"

You shouted.

Your smile is brighter than the moon, he thought. Its funny how you get so excited about the simplest of things, he thought. I wish you stayed that way forever, he thought.

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Scaramouche just return from his expedition.

He's holding a letter you wrote just yesterday, filled with honey laced words , bunch of I miss you, I love you and lastly a "I wanted to see you again ░▒▓██▓▒░". And at the end of the letter, your signature and the date.

Ah it's that day again. Perhaps that why you both were longing for each other so much eventhough you guys had only been three days apart.

He remembered humans have tradition of giving gifts on birthdays. He himself have readied your gift a few weeks ago. A of custom made pendant, made by the most renowned blacksmiths in teyvat, reminiscent of the fireworks and fake stars you both seen together last year.

He spare no time and hurried to your residence. With no second waste, he arrived at your door. He took a deep breath, mustered up every bit of emotion in his body and knock before opening the door.

"HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY, Y/N!"

However, his short lived excitement was responded with silence. Knowing y/n, they most likely is celebrating in their room with their friends. He didn't like the idea of not being the first to wish them on this special day, but he miss them too much to care. He expected your loud voice filled with joy, but as always, you surpass his expectations. Your corpse lay limp as you hang from the ceiling, skin white as the snezhnaya snow,

Scaramouche stood still, he froze in place as his eyes examine and take in every part of your corpse. Then, he hug you, hug you so tightly blood started oozing out of your cutted wounds and one might think your bone shattered.

He wanted to hold your hand one last time, but it was clenching something you refused to let go even after you died. A sticky note, messily written.

"I wanted to see you again before I go. Wish me happy birthday will ya?"

He hooked the pendant to your flesh.

"Happy existence day, y/n. May it corrodes with you."

He didn't cry. He didn't laugh. He was emotionless. This void appeared in his hollow husk once again.

Once more, I've been tainted by worldly filth

My 4th betrayal was a heart, a lover.

Surrounded by sorrow and grief, they seek to run away from the prison of their mind, robbing my torso central cog and leaving me behind to rot.

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A fic to myself 30102022

[spicysix]

me and you (we can't lose) | eddie munson X reader

You met a sweet boy by an alley and shared some cigarrettes. You had the best time of your life and made some plans for the perfect future. But Hawkins is no good place to live, and he went to sell drugs to the cheer captain and didn't come back.

warnings: fem!reader. angst angst angst! drinks and drugs abuse, unreliable narrator, canon compliant, canonical character death, hurt/no confort. eddie is dead, okay? he's dead. i'm sorry. also, maybe a little ooc? word count: 4.5k author's note: baby's first try at angst! based on the song 'all I wanted' by Avril Lavigne (feat. Mark Hoppus). not beta-read. if it sucks, don't let me know. if you liked it, please do let me know - reblogs and comments are worshipped like divinities. happy (not so happy, sorry) reading! ♡

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A light breeze passed by you, raising the hairs in your arms. The smell of dampened earth around you and the sound of the drizzle on the clothed surface of the umbrella above you was somehow soothing, even if not soothing enough.

You couldn’t see anyone around you, but, anyway, your eyes were focused.

Staring at it, as memories flooded your mind.

~

I was always crushing on the wrong boys I was always yelling when I should’ve been sitting down Memories of cigarettes and polaroids

“Will you shut the fuck up, for god’s sake?!” you said loudly, and Chance rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re the one talking non-stop!” he countered, and grabbed your arm tightly. “Look, I just wanna apologize, okay? Please,” he called for you, his voice not pleading at all, but you were already forcing your wrist out of his grip.

“Give up, man, okay? You think I’m someone who’ll just bite my tongue and keep my head low for you, but that’s not how it goes. That’s not me. You want a little bitch to boss around, search through your cheerleaders.”

You turned around, ready to leave, but Chance was determined to try and force you into his wants. He pulled you by the arm once again, backing you into the wall behind you, forcing air out of your lungs in a gasp.

“You’re being a bitch right now,” he sneered, voice low, dangerous, a threat. “Now, you listen here-”

“I think you should leave, man,” a different voice came from your left, louder than Chance’s, from the opening of the alley Chance had you cornered in.

You knew him. Eddie Munson. Regional drug dealer, metalhead, nerd leader, trailer scum, and known freak.

Not your words.

The Hideout was just around the corner, the bar where you knew bands like Munson’s band played from time to time.

“I think you should stay out of this, freak,” Chance mocked, and Munson rolled his eyes. But the first boy’s grip on your arms was a little less tight now.

“I’m not gonna say it again, man,”

“Or what?”

Munson pulled up the sleeves of his leather jacket and walked closer to you and the boy bothering you, a slow strut, also dangerous, also threatening. His face was stern, not once looking at you, focused on the boy in front of you, and you already knew Chance well enough to know that the movement in his Adam’s apple and the tightening of his jawline meant fear.

When Munson reached a closer distance, you could see the height difference. He was two or three inches taller, shoulders broader. Chance was just starting on the basketball team and thought he was who? Billy Hargrove? Grow up, man.

“I’m not sure you wanna learn what,” Eddie took something out of his back pocket. A switchblade. Chance saw it, and gulped again. Retreated from you, leaving your upper arm sore - would probably leave a bruise.

“Don’t you think this is over, bitch,” he practically growled at you, before passing through Eddie, bumping shoulders, but Eddie’s eyes were finally on you now, and he didn’t deflect them elsewhere as Chance left.

“Could've saved myself, y’know. But thanks anyway,” you said, and Eddie’s features were instantly softer. He stood put where he was, not coming closer, but not leaving either.

“I know you could, you’re scary yourself. But shitheads like that one don’t tend to listen to you unless you’re taller than them,”

“Makes sense,” you shrugged, and he still wasn’t leaving. You fished your pack of Camels from your back pocket and offered one to Eddie. “As a token of gratitude,”

He finally approached you, a sweet smile on his lips, leaning onto the wall beside you and reaching for the cigarette. “Thank you.”

You smoked in silence, side by side, for what felt like hours - even though it very likely wasn’t more than thirty minutes. Didn’t stop at the first cigarette, each of you smoking one more before sharing the final one - fuck your lungs, I guess. The touch of his fingers against yours sparked something electric, the thought of putting on your lips something that had just touched his lips giving you chills. And you peered at him from the corners of your eyes to see a light blush on his ears. Maybe he was thinking the same. You smiled.

“Need a ride?” he offered. Your smile grew wider.

~

Kiss you in the kitchen of a house that burned down I remember waiting on the sunrise

“Come on, you old duds. Gonna leave you behind,” Gareth’s voice wasn’t far ahead enough that you couldn’t listen, even though you had no sight of him in the dark woods anymore.

“Christ’s sake Gareth, slow it down!” Eddie complained by your side, making you laugh at his grumpiness.

It had been his idea to come to the old Creel House, wanting to “spice things up” from a normal Halloween, get drunk on a supposedly haunted house, maybe play some Ouija after smoking some weed. Y’know. The usual freak behavior.

And you couldn’t believe that having met him in an alley by a rock bar would’ve led you to this a few months later. He saved your ass, took you home, bid you goodnight with that sweet smile of his, waited for you to get inside your house before leaving. And yet the next day he actually seemed surprised to see you sitting at the table he shared with his fellow freak friends on lunch at school. But you had absolutely no complaints, as you’ve come to find out his rough exterior was reserved for assholes only, but to you he would show nothing but kindness and sweetness. And that Gareth had a sour, dry humor that could make your belly hurt from so much laughter; and that Igor was actually great at chemistry and at explaining it, and helped you study for your tests; and that Jeff could cook a bomb carbonara from scratch and was the best hugger ever. And that they were all lovely, wonderful souls, mistreated because of biased views only, and that you could also come to love being a freak alongside them.

The sight of the Creel House took your mind off your thoughts, and Gareth was trying to see something past the old dusty windows as Jeff and Igor were working on opening the door. The silence around you was unsettling, something in your stomach growing - a mixture of fear and excitement.

“We’re here, rats, calm your tits,” Eddie said and went to help his friends with the door. You stopped beside Gareth and could see through the glass: the peeling wallpaper, the furniture left behind, and was suddenly remembered that a once happy family lived there until it all went to shit.

“Okay I’ll admit this is kinda freaky,” you whispered and Gareth nodded.

“At least you have your knight in shiny armor to save you from the spirits, I’ll have to rely on Jeff and Igor,” he poked your side with his elbow and you rolled your eyes at him but grinned anyway.

“He’d never use a shiny armor. He’d use a rusty one if only to make a statement. Also, when it comes to spirits I feel like he’d be the first to run off in fear. Or pass out, maybe,” you both laughed at Eddie’s expense, and turned to see him looking at you with a confused expression before calling out.

“Come on, rats, it’s open. Let’s get freaky,” and so you did.

You got sofreaky that Gareth had to go outside and puke at some point.

You got so freaky that Jeff passed out on top of a dusty, disgusting, thirty-year-old couch after double intoxication from too much booze and weed.

You got so freaky that Igor was dancing by himself with no music on, twirling around the living room with a broom, humming what sounded like Culture fucking Club.

You got so freaky that you and Eddie decided to go check the kitchen for any running water even though you knew the house had been abandoned like, twenty years ago, and wasn’t surprised that the water was cut off at some point. Yet you lingered by the kitchen anyway, you sat at the counter, and Eddie was rambling about the story of the Creels for the fourth time that night, trying to scare you off maybe. But all you could focus on was the way he’d gesture around while talking non-stop, and the way his hair was frizzy like a halo framing his face and looked as soft as a cloud, and the way his lips moved around each word and you wanted to shut him up with your own lips.

You got so freaky that you did just that.

“Eddie, get over here and shut the fuck up,” you called, and he came instantly.

“What, is this too scary for you, honey?” he teased despite his willingness to you.

You didn’t dignify him with an answer, just pulled him by the collar of his leather jacket and pressed your lips to his, feeling his body tensing up before relaxing, before he led one hand to your thigh and the other to your cheek, before he responded with eagerness, before you poked at his mouth with your tongue and he opened wide for you, before you could smell and feel and taste nothing but Eddie, and it was intoxicating - more than the weed and the booze, but in the most delicious of ways.

“Of course he’d get the girl,” you parted lips and Eddie jumped and tried to let go of you, but you held him close before he could run away. Because it was just Igor mocking you, his broom partner still in hand, Gareth by his side with that expression on his face of someone you could tell just puked his guts out.

“It’s the hair, I think. ‘Tis why I’m growing mine out,” Gareth answered and they both shrugged before turning around and going back to the living room.

Eddie’s ears were pink and your face was burning from getting caught, and none of you said a word even though you both chuckled lowly, and you tucked your face in his neck to hide how far gone he took you - gotta keep his ego in check, and gotta keep your tough gal image intact.

But you’ve been there for a long time now, and it was closing in to the time the Sun would come out of hiding, you could hear the birds outside chippering waiting anxiously for the brand new day; and his fingers were tracing sweet, soft caresses in your waist and soon you were just all over him again, fuck the Creels, fuck the spirits and fuck your friends, because Eddie was mumbling something like “and she’s sweet like honey too,” to himself against your lips. Because you couldn’t wait, and it was a brand new day, and Eddie’s taste was just addictive.

~

I would always fuck around and find out You were always saying I would crash down someday I would have to pass out on my friends couch

“One of these days that’s gonna be me, honey, you bet?” Eddie asked, and you didn’t have to look at him to see that he was pointing at the band performing.

“Don’t gotta bet, Eddie, I know that,” you shrugged and he looked at you, those stars in his eyes, that sly smirk on his lips. His arm was draped over your shoulders and you could barely hear each other, but it was fine. More than fine. It was the best time of your life.

You enjoyed the rest of the band set, their sound very similar to Corroded’s and, yeah, you could see them on top of a stage someday, a huge crowd, maybe some bras being thrown to the boys but Eddie would have eyes only for you. You knew that.

“Wanna head to a club next?” he asked, and you nodded. Where he’d go, you’d follow.

“One of these days that’s gonna be me, Eds!” you shouted over the loud beat, nodding at the DJ, a girl barely over your age, hair half buzzed, the rest a rainbow of colors, tattoos all over her arms and a naval piercing dangling and twinkling in the club lights.

“You’re gonna be smoking hot behind a mixing table, honey,” he answered, not shouting like you did, just a low tone voice right by your ear, and the club was cramped, the air was moist and hot and yet Eddie’s voice still gave you chills. “Open up, baby,” he commanded, and what he said you’d follow, so you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue where he placed a small pill. You swallowed, and you took a sip from the glass on your hand - didn’t remember what drink was in it anymore - and you kissed him.

And you danced, and you kissed him, and you drank, and you kissed him, and he twirled you around the dance floor, and you kissed him, and he made you open up and swallow another pill later, and you kissed him, and he shoved his hand inside your pants in the bathroom, and you kissed him.

You couldn’t tell what it was that drove you so far over the edge, if it was the substances or if it was just Eddie, but you couldn’t care less when he took you to the wildest places because you asked him to, and he took you to your higher orgasms because you begged him to, and he took care of you after every night out because he wanted to, and you kissed him and you couldn’t stop kissing him and it would never be enough.

“Sweet like honey,” he’d whisper against your thighs, pressed to a bathroom stall door, one of your legs over his shoulder and your shorts and panties almost falling from where they were barely hanging on from your boot, in danger of getting wet from whatever liquid was on the floor. And your head was buzzing and the tips of your fingers were numb but you couldn’t care less, because you wanted more of him, always, and it was the best time of your life.

“One of these days that’s gonna be us, honey,” he’d point at a couple getting out of a courthouse, they were dressed all white and cleaned up nice, and the rings on their ring fingers were polished bright as the sun above you.

And it was a brand new day, you were on your way back to Hawkins after partying another whole weekend in Indy, probably about to sleep in his bed because your parents would freak out again. And you looked at Eddie beside you, he was always beside you, and smiled, no headache could stop you from smiling at him, and his sunglasses were hiding his beautiful eyes but you could feel the warmth of their attention exclusively on you.

“But we’ll be wearing black, Eds.”

~

We were up all night so we slept all day I remember waiting on the sunrise

“Do ‘ya think they’ll take too long?” he asked, and his eyes left your intertwined fingers to stare at you instead.

“Dunno. But I think we’ll miss first period anyway,” you shrugged. “Ms. Click’s already pissed at me, what’s another time?”

He only smiled and said nothing else.

You were sitting on the van’s hood as it was parked by the curb of the road, the sun rising in front of you to a brand new day, Gareth and Jeff and Igor sleeping in the back benches. Waiting for towing because of course Eddie’s old thing would break at some point, it took her long enough. Ten miles left until Hawkins, so close and yet so far, but it was okay. You had an amazing weekend, Corroded played in a disgusting pub but it was amazing nonetheless, and you and Eddie were glued to the hip the whole time, as usual - where he’d go, there you were, following him. Just living the best time of your lives.

“That guy from the bar seemed to like the band. Think he’ll call you over to play again sometime?” you asked, not enjoying the silence after so much noise for three nights straight.

“Sure hope so. I wouldn’t mind living in Indy,” he replied, somehow shifting closer to you, draping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your temple. “Me, you, the boys and a huge fucking dog. The ugliest mutt we can find in a shelter, ‘whaddya say?”

“Sounds like a fucking dream, Eds.”

“Sure is, honey,” and he cradled your face in his hands and he kissed you, gentle and slow, and the rising sun was not the only thing to heat your skin, because you revolved around Eddie and he showered you in all his light and warmth and he was addictive and you couldn’t get enough, couldn’t wait to live your dreams with him, always beside you, you knew he’d always be beside you.

Glowing from the inside out, you let yourself just kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. Until the towing came, until you went to school without a night’s sleep, but you didn’t care because Eddie was all you needed to power up.

~

And maybe it was for the best, you used to call me useless We’re floating to the nothingness ‘cause after all the truth is The only things we leave behind are noise and absolution I act like everything is fine, when I’m plotting revolution

“Eds, seriously? Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Well, she seemed nice enough. And she definitely has money enough, and we need the money for our plans, okay?” his voice wasn’t as sweet as it usually was when he talked to you, and he seemed jumpy, nervous, as he went through the shit in the van’s glove compartment, looking for god knows what.

“Can’t I at least be there?”

He paused. Looked at you from the corner of his eyes before looking at his hands again.

“No. You’ll scare her,”

“I’ll scare her? How the fuck would I, a nobody, scare the Queen of Hawkins High?” you mocked loudly, drawing attention from the people passing by the parking lot, probably on their way to watch that stupid pep rally.

“Look, she was already scared when we talked, and it wasn’t easy to get her to trust me. She won’t trust you if you’re there, and I don’t wanna scare her even more,” he finally gave up on whatever he was looking for and turned to face you, and you loved how he cared about people, but you also knew him too well.

“That’s not all. Tell me the whole truth, Eddie,” you demanded and he sighed.

“You look like shit,” he stated, not looking into your eyes, but staring at a far spot above your head instead. “And I don’t know where you were yesterday, and why you were late to school again, and I don’t know what you used, and I don’t know how you got it because it wasn’t from me. But you look like shit, like a truck ran over you, and I don’t want her to see you like this.”

It was like a punch in the gut. Your eyes instantly wet, your breath instantly cut, your heart instantly broken.

What have you done?

“I was with Igor. You said you couldn’t yesterday, but we-”

“Yeah, had to help Wayne with some stuff.”

“Don’t want us to have fun without you?” you knew the venom in your words was unnecessary, but you felt like you had to defend yourself from something.

“That’s not what-” he sighed again, “look, I’m sorry, I gotta go. Hellfire’s about to start and I’ll take Chrissy home later to get whatever she wants and you can come over after that. And we’ll talk.”

“What’s there to talk about, Eddie, you’re not my dad!”

He gulped, people passing by still paying attention to your fight, Gareth waiting for him by the entrance to the school, and you were feeling like shit - in addition to apparently looking like shit - but your pride spoke louder than your reason.

“I’m just worried, honey. We’ll talk about it later, ‘kay?” his voice was sweet again, and he pressed a kiss just as sweet to your forehead before closing the van’s door and leaving you there. Alone by the parking lot, because you didn’t play D&D and you weren’t close enough to Lucas to go watch his basketball game, and because you felt like you had no one else but him.

And you felt like shit because you couldn’t scare pretty little Chrissy Cunningham, who was going home with your- with Eddie, and you knew you could trust him because he was a good - the best, really - person, and yet that ugly little green thing in your gut was screaming.

And you felt like shit because mixing shrooms and molly wasn’t a good idea, and you felt like shit because you knew Eddie was fighting for his life to finally get his diploma that year - because he felt like shit, guilty for making you repeat your senior year with him even though it wasn’t his fault at all. And you were probably throwing it all away and god knows why. Not like you didn’t have a good life without the drinks or the drugs or the party, it was a good life. And you had to get your shit together to make it a perfect life: you, Eddie, the boys and a huge ugly-ass mutt in Indy.

You cleaned your face, wet from tears and melting mascara, on the glove of your jacket, took a deep breath before leaving the parking lot, telling that ugly little green thing in your gut to shut the fuck up. It was okay. You’d see Eddie later and you’d figure your shit out. Just a few more hours.

~

I remember waiting on the sunrise And I’ll be right here waiting till you come back around Come back around, come back around

“You’ll wake up in no time, I’m sure of it,” his hand was cold in yours, the incessant beeping from the machines loud in your ears, the weight of guilt pinning you down.

It was a whole week before you saw Eddie again after the fight about Chrissy, his eyes closed and his skin pale, lying in a stiff and thin mattress as Wayne cried and prayed in the hallway, a gaggle of kids worried to their souls, going from Eddie’s to that Mayfield girl’s room - Eddie’s trailer neighbor, who was apparently also in a coma. And you had no idea what happened to them, if what happened to them was connected, if it was related to the huge fucking slashes in Hawkins’ soil and streets, but it didn’t really matter.

Because none of you could do a thing.

Because the doctor said Eddie lost too much blood, and his wounds were too deep and got infected, and they were doing their best but Eddie was too weak to wake up.

Yet. You’d always add it to the end of the sentence. Eddie was too weak to wake up yet, but he would. Soon.

And you didn’t see him for a full week, and Jason Carver and the news guy were saying he killed his cheerleader girlfriend, and a boy from the school’s paper, and a basketball player. And you knew it in your bones it was bullshit, because your Eddie was sweet and caring and lovable and wouldn’t harm a mosquito. But he was being hunted by an angry mob, and the little sheep he recruited for Hellfire were nowhere to be seen, and Gareth had a purple eye, and you were getting nightmares every night since Eddie went missing, and you just wanted to leave this creepy fucking town behind once and for all.

But after a week the freshmen reappeared, with a few older friends - the prior king of Hawkins High, the preppy ex-girlfriend who cheated on him, a band weirdo. And Eddie. Unconscious, on the brink of life, and the hospital people were treating him apprehensively until some sus government people showed up with the (apparently not) dead ex-Sheriff, and that family whose little boy had gone missing three years prior. And all of them talked to Wayne, and none of them talked to you, and then Eddie got the best treatment ever.

And he was still in a coma, but he’d wake up soon, you knew it.

Because you had a plan, and you didn’t use shit after your last talk in the parking lot, feeling brave and strong from resisting your urges, but it was almost easy to resist them when the other possible outcome was losing Eddie. Because you had a plan, and it was him and you, always together, making your dreams come true in the big city, and you couldn’t do it without him, he had to be there, beside you, always beside you, and you couldn’t lose him.

And yet you were losing him anyway.

~

All I wanted was you, let’s do whatever it takes Me and you, we can’t lose, I’ll take you away from here From the city that never loved you, from the town I always hated Me and you, we can’t lose

A light breeze passed by you, raising the hairs in your arms. The smell of dampened earth around you and the sound of the drizzle on the clothed surface of the umbrella above you was somehow soothing, even if not soothing enough.

You couldn’t see anyone around you, but, anyway, your eyes were focused.

Staring at it, as memories flooded your mind.

And it was staring right back at you, stone cold in all ways as it read:

“Edward Wayne Munson 1965 - 1986 Beloved nephew and loyal friend Brave until the very end”

“I’m so sorry, Eds. I don’t think I’ll be coming here much often now. I’m leaving for Indy. Gonna go live our dreams, okay? For you and me,” you touched Eddie’s grave, wetting the tip of your fingers, rain falling harder now. “I love you. Sorry I never said it to your face, I really should’ve said it to your face. Gonna miss you forever, gonna take you with me. Won’t ever forget you, that I promise, okay?”

You let silence reign for a minute. Waiting for an answer, maybe - that you knew was never coming. You had no tears left in you anymore, been crying ever since Wayne called you to say Eddie was in a coma weeks before this, but you could feel as the half of your heart that was entirely Eddie’s broke into pieces, could practically see it falling with the rain, soaking the soil beneath you. Growing roots in Hawkins. Where a part of you would always be. Where you hoped to never return.

You left the cemetery, left Eddie there, and didn’t look behind you once.

I’m with you Win or lose All that I wanted was you