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bartonomy · 4 months ago

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OF STRAY CATS AND MISTAKEN IDENTITY

PAIRING Ravenclaw! Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS Barty is 101% convinced that the stray cat was his girlfriend. But after being hit with horror, he was left wondering- who the hell was he kissing?

CONTENT WARNING fluff, james & sirius mentioned, barty losing his mind, I love ravenclaw barty sm, mention of hospital wing, established relationship

WORD COUNT 2.8 k words

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Barty had never considered himself delusional.

A bit eccentric? Sure. Dramatic? Occasionally. Unhealthily obsessed with his girlfriend? Absolutely. But delusional? No.

At least, that’s what he told himself- right up until he locked eyes with a stray cat in the middle of the courtyard and thought, with absolute certainty, That’s her.

It had your eyes.

Same sharp gaze. Same depth of intelligence. Same quiet challenge, like it was judging him for existing.

The fact that it was also a literal feral animal didn’t quite register.

Barty blinked.

The cat blinked back.

Something cold slithered down his spine. No fucking way.

“…Love?” he muttered hesitantly.

From across the courtyard, James, who had been lazily tossing a Quaffle back and forth with Sirius, immediately paused mid throw.

James turned, brows furrowing as he watched Barty talk to a stray cat with the softest, most devastated expression on his face.

“What the fuck?” James muttered.

Sirius followed his gaze and snorted. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Meanwhile, Barty took a cautious step forward, heart pounding. “I- how did this happen?” he whispered.

The cat, being a cat, did not respond. Instead, it arched its back and hissed.

Barty flinched. His breath caught in his throat.

“No, no, it’s me,” he pleaded, taking another slow step forward. “Don’t be scared, love, I’ll-”

The cat bolted.

“WAIT!” Barty lunged, nearly tripping over his own feet as he sprinted after it.

Sirius howled with laughter as James gawked, watching as one of the most (maybe only) unhinged Ravenclaws in school history tore across the courtyard chasing a cat like it owed him money.

“WHAT IS HE DOING?” James demanded.

“I don’t know,” Sirius gasped, clutching his stomach, “but I am loving it.”

Barty, meanwhile, had completely lost the plot.

Because obviously, obviously, something had gone terribly wrong.

His girlfriend, the love of his life, had somehow been transformed into a cat and was now running away from him.

Was it a curse? Were you a secret animagus without telling him? (He very much hoped not). A transfiguration accident? Had some idiot Gryffindor (probably Potter) hexed you for fun?

He would kill them.

“LOVE, PLEASE!” Barty called desperately.

The cat did not care. The cat was tired of his bullshit.

It darted around a group of fifth-year Ravenclaws, who shrieked in alarm as Barty barreled through them, sending books and parchment flying.

“CROUCH, WHAT THE HELL—?!”

“NO TIME,” Barty yelled over his shoulder. “THIS IS A RESCUE MISSION! LIFE OR DEATH!"

The Ravenclaws watched him go, stunned, before one of them turned to their friend. “Do you think he finally lost it?”

“I think he lost it a long time ago.”

Barty chased the cat all the way past the Greenhouses, through the courtyard, and around the castle walls before jumping on a pillar and out of sight.

He was heartbroken.

Barty Crouch Junior was losing his goddamn mind.

“I saw him again,” a fourth-year Hufflepuff whispered behind him a few days later as he stalked past the courtyard, eyes scanning the treetops.

“No way.”

“Yes way! He was behind Greenhouse Three, just squatting in the bushes—”

“What, again?”

Barty ignored them, running a hand through his already messy hair. He had barely eaten. He had barely slept. Every time he so much as blinked, all he could see was you- or rather, the cat- flitting through the castle grounds, always just out of reach.

Evan had noticed.

“What the fuck are you doing, Crouch?” he had demanded over breakfast, watching in horror as Barty practically inhaled three pieces of toast in under a minute. “You look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge.”

Regulus, sitting beside him, had barely spared Barty a glance before going back to his book. “He has been dragged through a hedge.”

Barty had scowled. “I’m fine.”

“You rearranged your entire schedule to be free at dusk.”

“I did not-”

“Yes, you did,” Regulus had interrupted, still not looking up. “I saw you bribing McLaggen to go to your Herbology classes.”

Evan had narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Barty had hesitated. Then, after a long moment, he had sighed and muttered, “It’s her.”

Evan had blinked. “Who?”

“Her. You know.”

A long, agonizing even, silence followed.

“… Mate.” Evan’s voice had been so cautious, so deeply concerned. “Are you telling me you think your girlfriend turned into a cat? That she was stuck in a cat form for three days straight? I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be bright but I guess the hat made some mistakes after all”

Barty had stiffened. “It has her eyes.” he sighed dreamily. "And Oi! Dare I remind you that I am exceptionally intelligent! I wouldn't run after some animal if I wasn't 100% sure if it was my dazzling girl. She's been stuck in the hospital wing for days now and I've been banned from entering it if I wasn't injured. Pomfrey's too bloody intimidating to say no to." He muttered the last part grumpily.

That had sent Evan into a full body wheeze in the middle of the great Hall, while Regulus had just pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I need new friends’.

But now, about 4 hours later, standing outside the castle with a bundle of blankets and a plate of stolen roast chicken, Barty knew he was right.

Because there- slinking through the grass with a very familiar look of absolute disdain- was you.

Or rather, the cat.

“Come on, love,” he murmured, crouching down. “Just a little closer…”

The cat eyed him warily. He lifted the plate of food.

A pause.

Then, finally, finally, its little nose twitched.

Barty grinned. “Got you.”

With one swift motion, he scooped it up, ignoring the furious hissing as he bundled it in his cloak, clutching it to his chest like a priceless treasure “You’re safe now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to its little furry head. “I’ve got you.” and sprinted for Ravenclaw Tower.

“Nothing to see here!” he called as a group of first-years stared at him in horror. “Just taking my girlfriend for a walk-”

The cat sank its claws into his sleeve, but he barely felt it. Because finally, after three days of agony, he had you back.

And now? Now he was never letting go.

You knew Barty Crouch Jr. was bloody unhinged, but this was a new level.

At first, it had been a joke, something Evan and Regulus found amusing enough to tease him about in the common room. But the moment you heard the rumors by some second-year hufflepuff in the infirmary that a Ravenclaw student had been seen talking sweetly to a mangy black cat behind Greenhouse Three, you knew exactly who was responsible.

Because if anyone at Hogwarts was insane enough to mistake a random stray for his own girlfriend, it was Barty.

And of course, when Regulus, and Evan confronted him about it, he had scoffed, sneered, and shrugged it off like the very idea was beneath him.

But now, after class ( which he was very much absent from), you were all standing in the doorway of his dormitory in in the Ravenclaw Tower, You had expected something when you entered Barty’s dormitory that evening.

Maybe some scattered parchment filled with messy scrawl, half finished homework dumped onto the floor, or the usual stack of contraband items he kept hidden from Filch. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he was cackling over some new prank he had cooked up, or plotting something ridiculous, like replacing all of Flitwick's quills with sugar quills to see how long it would take him to notice.

But watching in stunned silence as Barty- your Barty- lay sprawled across his bed, stroking the very same stray cat like it was the love of his life.

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, pressing an affectionate kiss to the top of its head. “I knew you’d come back to me.”

You exchanged a slow, horrified glance with Regulus and Evan.

The cat, curled up in Barty’s arms, flicked its tail in disinterest. It looked particularly smug for an animal that had spent the last few days hissing at him and bolting at the first sign of movement.

Regulus was the first to break. “What,” he said, voice completely flat, “the fuck am I looking at?”

Barty yelped.

Like, full body, thrown-into-the-Black-Lake and-mauled-by-the giant-squid yelped.

He shot upright so violently that the cat in his arms went flying, landing on the floor with an indignant screech before bolting under the bed.

Barty, still half dazed, whipped around to face the three of you.

Then he saw you and his entire body locked up.

He stared, completely frozen, eyes darting between you- very much human, very much not a cat- and the actual cat now hiding under his bed.

For a moment, his brain clearly struggled to process the reality of the situation.

Then, slowly, horrified, he turned back toward the bed and whispered, voice trembling,

“Then… who the fuck is that?”

Evan wheezed. Regulus made a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a prayer for patience.

You just stood there, arms crossed, watching your boyfriend’s entire grasp on reality unravel before your eyes.

Barty, still looking like he had just witnessed a bloody murder, pointed at the bed. “I- I thought- ” He gestured wildly at you. “It had your eyes! It looked like you!”

Evan wiped at his eyes, barely breathing through his laughter. “Oh, mate-”

Regulus rubbed his temples. “This is painful to watch.”

Barty suddenly lunged toward you, gripping your face with both hands. His blue eyes were comically wide, scanning your features with frantic intensity, as if trying to confirm that you were, in fact, real.

“You- you’re human,” he whispered.

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s usually how it works, yeah.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. ��But I-” He turned back to the cat, still cowering under his bed. “But you- ” He let go of your face and ran both hands through his hair, looking genuinely distressed. “Oh, fuck.”

Barty looked absolutely bewildered. His gaze again darted from the three of you standing in his doorway to the empty space in his arms, then back again, like his brain had momentarily shut down.

Regulus, arms crossed, gave him a withering look. “Explain.”

Evan snorted. “*Yeah, Barty. Explain why you’re making out with a bloody cat.”

“I- I wasn’t- What?” Barty spluttered, still looking thoroughly rattled and perhaps on the verge of a nervous breakdown. His cheeks were pink, his hair a mess from where he’d been lounging against the pillows. “This isn’t- You don’t-”

You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Oh, please. You kissed it.”

“I did not!”

“You definitely did,” Evan drawled, smirking. “Called it darling and everything.”

“I was-” Barty stopped, face twisting in horror as realization finally dawned. He turned toward the bed, eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose like he was in actual, physical pain. “You genuinely thought that was her?”

You crossed your arms. “And this is why you’ve been skipping meals and sneaking off every evening?”

Barty groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Alright, fine. I may have… mistaken a cat for my girlfriend. Briefly.”

Regulus turned to you, looking deeply unimpressed. “This is your fault.”

You scoffed. “How is this my fault? I spent the last week listening to children groaning and Pomfrey praying for a quiet night.”

“You’re the one dating him,” he said, gesturing vaguely at Barty, who was now staring at the underside of his bed like it had personally betrayed him.

Evan grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Did you know your boyfriend had fur kink?”

Barty turned a deep scarlet. “Evan!”

You snorted, but made the mistake of picturing it. Barty, draped across his four-poster bed, murmuring sweet nothings to a cat that clearly wanted him dead and immediately had to clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

Regulus sighed, looking more disappointed than anything. “Merlin, Barty. Why?”

Barty groaned again. “Okay, listen, I swear it looked like her from a distance—”

“Oh?” Evan interrupted, grinning wickedly. “Tell me, Barty, exactly which part of your human girlfriend reminded you of that flea-ridden animal except for the eyes”

Regulus nodded, giving him a deadpan look. “It has yellow eyes."

Barty shot him a glare. “Well-" But then he hesitated. “They… they glowed in the dark?”

“Unbelievable,” Regulus muttered.

“You know what?” Barty huffed, crossing his arms. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Oh, but you do,” you said, grinning. “Because I’d really, really love to know how long you’ve been calling a feral animal by your girlfriend.”

Barty looked deeply uncomfortable.

Evan cackled. “Mate, we should check if you’re cursed. I’ve never seen a wizard be so devoted to a cat before.”

Regulus frowned. “Wait. How did you even catch it?”

A moment of silence fell yet again and Barty coughed. “… A trap.”

You gaped at him. “You set a trap for it?!”

“A very nice trap,” he defended. “With food! And a blanket! I made it comfortable.”

Evan finally lost it. Evan actually had to lean against the doorframe for support, wheezing, gasping for breath. “I can’t- Barty, you insane bastard- ”

Regulus sighed heavily. “Unbelievable.”

You, on the other hand, were struggling between mild horror and the overwhelming urge to laugh.

Because Barty- your very devoted, very dramatic boyfriend- had spent days thinking a feral cat was you.

You cleared your throat. “Just to be absolutely clear- you’ve been talking to this cat like it was me? I wrote a letter to you when I was gone”

Barty looked like he wanted to die.

“I may have… mistaken it for you,” he muttered. "And I thought that you just wrote it with your tiny little paws! Kick my balls for thinking that my girlfriend is brilliant even as a little animal."

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Merlin help me.”

Evan, tears in his eyes, managed to choke out, “Did you kiss it?”

Barty recoiled, offended. “Of course not!”

You raised an eyebrow.

He faltered.

“Okay, maybe once,” he admitted, looking disgusted with himself. “On the head! Not on the- ugh.” He shuddered violently. “Oh, Merlin, I’m going to be sick.”

Evan was on the verge of collapsing. You, finally unable to hold back your laughter, let out a loud, delighted cackle.

Barty’s head snapped toward you, looking utterly betrayed. “You’re enjoying this?”

You grinned. “Oh, immensely.”

“You don’t understand,” he groaned, looking back at the cat with actual horror. “I cuddled with it.”

Regulus sighed, looking genuinely exhausted. “This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Barty buried his face in his hands. “I need a memory charm.”

Evan wiped away another tear. “This is what happens when you skip meals and stalk animals in the middle of the night, mate.”

You smirked, stepping forward until you were right in front of Barty again. “You know,” you mused, voice teasing, “I’ve never seen you look this flustered.”

Barty groaned into his hands. “I can’t believe this.”

“I can,” Evan said cheerfully. “You’re absolutely deranged.”

Regulus gave him the second long, deeply unimpressed stare of the night. “Right.” He turned to you. “This is the man you chose.”

“I’m reconsidering,” you said, still giggling.

Barty’s head shot up. “Oi! shut up-”

Before he could finish, the cat, who had apparently had enough of this conversation, darted out from under the bed and made a break for it. It leapt onto the windowsill, tail flicking, and then, in one swift motion, it launched itself into the night.

“No!” Barty lunged for it, but the cat was already gone.

Regulus, Evan, and you watched in stunned silence as Barty remained frozen at the window, staring out like a heartbroken widow in a tragic romance novel.

"Is it dead?" you whispered in horror.

Evan was laughing again. “Mate. That was the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Barty turned around, pointing an accusing finger. “You did this.”

Regulus scoffed. “Oh, yes, we personally convinced you to fall in love with a stray animal.”

“I did not- ” Barty stopped, exhaled sharply, then pointed at you. “You! We’re leaving.”

You blinked. “Leaving where?”

“Anywhere that isn’t here,” he snapped, marching toward you. “I refuse to be subjected to this abuse any longer.”

You barely had time to react before he grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door into the hallway, muttering about how no one appreciated his suffering.

You grinned and clenched his hand lovingly. “Don’t worry, love. At least now you’ve got a backup girlfriend.”

He looked pained. “Don’t say that."

Still in the room, Evan nudged Regulus. “Do you think it’s still got fleas?”

Barty let out a distant strangled sound. “Oh my god.”

Regulus, ignoring him, simply said, “I hope so.”

Barty ran back into his dorm, dragging you with him and ignoring your yelp of protest and immediately lunged for the cat, now frantically inspecting its fur.

Evan and Regulus walked out laughing.

And you? You just stood there, watching your deranged boyfriend have a full breakdown.

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ashersbunker · 8 months ago

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Hey! I think you’re cool and I’d like ur opinion on a few ships pretty please :]

Texas toast

Scout and Pauling

Swordvan

Freedom fries

Flashfire

And boots n bombs

Pick an choice what to talk bout if you don’t wanna answer them all, I want to know at least one :3

Hii!! thank you sm! Something I forget to mention in this site is that I am a Multishipper! I have no problem with any ship (except extremely problematic ones).

And yes! I can give you my opinion in all of them!

Texas Toast

I think this ship is just so cute, I love the dynamic Pyro and Engie have, I haven't drawn it yet but my god it's a lovely ship

ScoutPauling (Caught looking)

I feel like I could like this ship more if I see more content related to it, but it's not my first option to go to. I think it has potential tho :D

SwordVan

This one feels personal to me, because both sniper and demo are fucked up emotionally, and this is like sweet ship where both understand each other so much to a deeper level...

Freedom Fries

I think it's funny and I like it, local american hates frenchies but ends up with one? I love it

Flashfire

YES, YES, YES. THEY ARE BOTH SO CHAOTIC I LOVE IT.

Boots n Bombs

One of my otps!! I literally have red demo and blu soldier on a different boat because I just CAN'T separate them HELP

#op

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poetryandfluffycats · 11 months ago

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hiiii!! If it’s not too much, could i request a threesome with adonis and souma w/ a fem reader? with praise and stuff maybe too? i love your writing sm!!

A/N: this was a fun write, I hope I did these wonderful boys some justice, never written anything for souma before. anyway, enjoy!

Pairing: Adonis Otogari x fem!reader x Souma Knazaki

Content: There was probably a word for the situation you found yourself in. A dream come true maybe? Whatever it was, it was good, and not everyone finds themselves sandwiched between two of the most handsome men.

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, oral sex(m receiving), fingering, hair pulling, a bit of head pushing(?), throat fucking, praise, good girl used as pet name, dom adonis & kind of sub souma, whiny and slightly jealous souma, sub reader

Words: 1.4k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

There was probably a word for the situation you found yourself in. Maybe 'a dream come true' would work? Perhaps that was too cheesy, maybe a better word would be 'a miracle', or 'a blessing'? Whatever it was, it was damn good.

Being sandwiched in between two of the most handsome men you knew was nothing short of heavenly no matter how many times it happened. You were sat atop Soumas lap whilst Adonis stood behind you, licking and sucking kisses into the back of your neck and shoulders while Souma kissed you as if you were oxygen itself. If it weren't for Soumas hands keeping their tight grip on your thighs you were sure you would have melted straight into the ground by now.

Adonis's strong hands wrapped around your middle, kneading and squeezing on the fat of your breasts. His middle and index fingers held the sensitive nub of your nipples as he twisted and pinched, earning a whimper from you-one that went straight down Soumas throat as a vibration, his bones shivering at the feeling.

"Sweet" Souma mumbled against your lips as he pulled away for breath, tounge darting out from in between his swollen lips to collect the saliva that collected on your own. "Like candy, is that weird?"

"No, it's cute"

You giggled at his childish nature. Under all that hard exterior, he really was a sweetheart. Something similar to a toasted marshmallow, rough and charred on the outside, but soft and gooey on the inside. Just how you liked your men, it seemed.

Adonis head peeped out from over your shoulders, his hands on your chest using their strength to pull you into his bare chest. The side of your face rested just above his heart, thumping hard against his rib cage, making a beat like that of one of UNDEADS songs. Fast and loud, intense and passionate. "(Name) is very sweet, its quite enjoyable"

Another giggle left your lips at the compliment. Blunt as always, Adonis never failed to make you blush, even when you were naked in his hold. Souma also chuckled, and a light pink spread across his pale cheeks, although you noticed that his laughter quickly morphed into a slightly jealous tone rather than a playful one.

"Don't hog her all to yourself, Adonis! I want some too!" The long-purple haired man whined, his hands reaching out to tug very lightly on your hair, slowing coaxing you back into his welcoming arms.

The man behind you let out a huff, but the smile on his face never faltered. His arms hooked underneath your armpits and manhandled you down away from Soumas lips and onto the carpet floor, where you were eye-level with the tent in his pants. One of Adonis' hands came down to the top of your head, gently sifting his fingers through the mess of your hair whilst simultaneously pushing you closer and closer to Soumas awaiting length.

"Go on, (name), he wants it so bad. Look at how cute he is" Cooed the man behind you. His lips met your neck once again as he leaned down, the sloppyness and wetness of his saliva dripping down your shoulder. "You're such a good girl, why don't you show him just how good?"

You shuddered at the praise coming from his mouth. The sweet words made your pussy clench around nothing, an involuntary whine leaving your throat and sending vibrations towards Soumas cock. He let out a whimper, and then a frustrated groan at the lack of friction, his own hand meeting Adonis' in your hair as he pulled your head flush against his bulge, the tip of your nose landing just above.

Heat radiated from the fabric keeping him confined, and you could swear you could almost feel him throbbing against your face, screaming and begging for you to touch him. Who were you to deny him when he looked so desperate?

With a silent look of permission up at Souma and his nod of consent, you reached a shaky hand up to fumble with the waistband of his joggers, slowly pulling them down along with his boxers until they met his ankles. His cock sprung free once they were down, the shaft resting against your cheek. Souma wasn't thick like Adonis, he was more long and slender, with a slight curve upwards. Cute in its own way, and pleasurable nonetheless, so much that you regularly forgot about Adonis' size and girth whenever you had Souma in one of your holes.

"(name)~, hurry up! Please!" Souma whined, his hands tuggly harshly on the strands of your hair, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock. Your mouth opened on instinct at the feeling of something warm and sticky hitting your lips, and you very quickly got to work with your tongue, lapping up the tiny beads of salty pre-cum that seeped out from his slit. "S-shit!- I mean! Agh! Yeah, that feels good, yeah.. keep going like that"

Behind you came a chuckle from Adonis, whom had lowered to his knees behind you to have easier access to your neck-and also to your exposed cunt leaking all over the floor. His hand previously on your head trailed downwards on your back, squeezing and grabbing along the way to your clit.

"She's good, isn't she? Loves getting on her knees for us, loves to make us feel good" His honey like tone and delicious praises only made you even more desperate.

You took Souma deeper into your mouth until his curve hit the very top of the back of your mouth and your throat burned with the urge to gag and spit up. Adonis' words had left you in a delirium of desire, like a burning red lust in your chest that only made you suck harder, faster, deeper. It made you look like a whore out of a porno, but you'd do anything to have those compliments whispered in your ear over and over again.

Adonis' finger finally landed on that special bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing up and down on the bud in gentle and sensual circles. A moan full of spit came up your throat and ran down Soumas cock, causing a string of mumbled curses to leave his usually well-spoken lips. That was another thing you loved about your two lovers, just how different their personalities could be once in bed.

"I'm gonna, fuck! (name)! I'm-" Your name spilled from Soumas lips like a mantra as he jerked his hips further into your mouth, using your throat as a fleshlight more so than simply letting you suck him off.

Your eyes fluttered shut as Adonis' skilled fingers circled around your clit, his thumb pressing and prodding against your hole oozing with arousal. Waves of pleasure were sent like rocket up your spine when he finally plunged the digit in, digging in and so perfectly nudging the spots that made your vision go white, like you were made for him. Almost on instinct from the overstimulation one of your hands came flying upwards to grip Soumas thigh. Your nails dug into the pale skin, a burising hold that would be sure to leave marks for days to come.

It was only a few more seconds before Souma was cumming down your throat, the hot and sticky substance painting the roof of your mouth white and dripping down your chin from the sheer amount of it. He was quick to pull out before he was completely finished, and managed to pump the last few ropes onto your face and bare chest, watching like a man possessed as his release mixed with your saliva.

His swollen lips curled upwards into a smile, and if you weren't so far gone in the moment you probably would have heard the small, barely audible murmur of "thank you", and "I love you" coming from him.

The moment was broken by Adonis removing his fingers from your pussy, arms returning under your armpits and spinning you around to place you in his lap, legs straddling either side of his hips. He was still fully clothed, save for his jacket that had been discarded somewhere around the room, but you could feel him through his pants. Rock hard and throbbing against your core. And in that moment, all attention previously on Souma was quickly diverted back to the man who was yet to finish.

"My turn~"

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 351.brb x oc

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She hasn’t stopped smiling ever since they left her parents’ house. They got home at night time, literally spent a whole day there, laughing, enjoying food, napping a bit because she was tired��and now she watched her husband from the door frame, watched as the white tee stretched on his shoulders a bit as he pours them some wine, “Wine,LC?” she asks, “This late?”

Rooster looked up from the wine bottle he was holding, a"Why not? A little late-night wine never hurt anyone. Plus, it feels like a perfect way to cap off such a wonderful day."

Beatrice smiled, her heart swelling with contentment. She walked over to him, feet bare"You know what, you're right. A toast to a perfect day."

He handed her a glass, their fingers brushing in a gentle exchange. The clink of the glasses filled the air as they made a silent toast, savoring the rich aroma of the red wine.

"To family, love, and the unexpected joys of life," Rooster declared, his eyes locked with Beatrice's.

"Cheers to that," she replied, taking a sip. The wine was velvety on her tongue, a perfect complement to the tranquil evening. They moved to the living room, settling on the couch with glasses in hand.

Beatrice curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Rooster joined her, an arm casually draped over the backrest as he savored his wine.

"So," Rooster began, a smirk on his lips, "what's got you grinning like the Cheshire Cat all day?"

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, "Come on, gorgeous. You've been smiling from ear to ear since we left your parents' house. Spill the beans. What's making you so happy?"

Beatrice chuckled, unable to suppress her joy. "Okay, okay, I'll spill. It's just… she sighs, happily “ being with everyone today, with my family, with you—it made me realize how incredibly fortunate and happy I am. I have this amazing family, a wonderful husband, and a life that feels like a dream sometimes."

Rooster's expression softened as he listened to her words. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, gorgeous. I'm just glad to be a part of it."

She leaned into him, her head finding its familiar spot on his shoulder. "You are a huge part of it, Roos. I couldn't ask for a better partner in this crazy journey."

He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head.smiling against the brown tresses. "I feel the same way. Every day with you is a gift." he sighs, the lavender in her hair entering his nostril and he felt at peace, “...also, your mom forgot I got the promotion,huh.”

“She did.”

“Yeah…she screamed so loud I think it woke the dogs.” he hums, “And she cried a lot.”

Beatrice chuckled at the thought, hugging his arm with the one that wasn’t holding the glass. "Well, she's always been the emotional type. I'm pretty sure the entire neighborhood knows about your promotion now."

Rooster grinned, "Should I expect a neighborhood-wide celebration or just a congratulatory cake from your mom?"

"Knowing her, it could be both," Beatrice replied, laughing. "But seriously, Roos, I'm so proud of you. You've worked hard, and you absolutely deserve this promotion."

His smile widened at her words. "Thanks, baby. It means a lot to hear that from you. And your family's reaction...I wasn't expecting that level of excitement."

"It's not every day they have a son-in-law climbing up the military ladder," Beatrice teased, nudging him playfully. “Besides,you know how they are, of course they’d be over the top,Roos.”

Rooster chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and gratitude. "Well, I'm honored to be the cause of such excitement. Your family has always been incredibly supportive, and I couldn't be more grateful for that."

Beatrice nestled closer to Rooster, her hand tracing absent-minded patterns on his chest. "You know they love you just as much as I do.” she whispers, inhaling his cologne and then looking up when he got quiet, ‘...Roos?”

He tried,feebly so, to hide his tears, wiping them with his fingers, “I’m fine,gorgeous.”

Beatrice, concern etching her features, propped herself up on an elbow to look at Rooster. "Hey, what's going on?" She reached out to gently wipe away a stray tear on his cheek.

Rooster took a deep breath, managing a shaky smile. "Sorry, it just hit me. The combination of the promotion, your family's reaction, and... I don't know, I guess it's a lot of emotions all at once."

She scooted even closer, her fingers lightly tracing soothing patterns on his arm. "It's okay, Roos. Emotions are a part of life, and there's no need to apologize for feeling them."

He nodded, taking a moment to collect himself. "I just... I never imagined I'd be here, surrounded by such love and support. It's overwhelming, in the best possible way." he frowns, sniffling again and groaning with annoyance, “With everything that went down I–”

Beatrice smiled tenderly, her gaze filled with understanding. "You've come a long way, Roos, and you've earned every bit of this. Your hard work, dedication, and the love you've given and received—it's all you.”

He sighed, letting the weight of her words sink in. "Sometimes, it just feels surreal, you know? Like I'm afraid I'll wake up, and it'll all be a dream."

"Well, I can assure you, it's very much real," she said, her voice gentle, because boy oh boy,does she know what he means. "You're not dreaming, I promise you"

Rooster's eyes locked onto hers,brown irises moving all over her face. "I love you, Beatrice. More than words can express."

Her heart swelled with affection. "And I love you, Roos. More than words can express.” she smiles, cupping his cheek, “I worry about you, handsome.” he laughs softly, wiping his eyes again and Beatrice took that moment to set her glass aside and slowly climb on his lap, sitting atop of his thighs with her arms on his neck, “I truly do.”

He stops sniffling for a few seconds, then drops his hands on her hips - glass of wine immediately forgotten - when he feels her warmth on his jeans, “I know…I’m okay gorgeous.” he smiles, rubbing her chin with his thumb and leaning back on the couch, “...I like this view.”

Beatrice chuckled, a warm, melodious sound that echoed in the quiet living room. She shifted slightly on his lap, finding a comfortable position, and leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear. "Well, if you like this view, maybe we should make it a regular occurrence."

Rooster grinned, and the hands on her hips tightened their hold "I wouldn't mind that at all. It's the best seat in the house."

She planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "And the best company, too."Beatrice, still perched on Rooster's lap, traced the contours of his face with her fingertips, savoring the closeness. “It is a great view.”

“Trying to make me4 blush?”

“Is it working?”

His eyes squinted a bit, the dimples on his cheeks becoming prominent as he smiles. “...maybe.” he slides the hands from her hips to her thighs, feeling where the fabric ended and skin began, “A little yes.”

Beatrice's fingers continued their delicate exploration of Rooster's face, tracing the contours of his strong jawline and lingering on the scruff that adorned it. Rooster, in turn, relished the sensation, his eyes locked onto hers "I could get used to this," Rooster admitted, his voice a soft murmur. "Just you and me, enjoying the quiet moments."

“Well,it’s been a while since we had the time to sit down and…relax.”

Rooster nodded, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he reveled in the proximity. "Agreed. Life gets so busy, “she feels his fingers going tap, tap,tap, on her skin, drawing shapes as he speaks, “...and I missed you so much.”

"I missed you too, Roos," she confessed, her voice a tender murmur. "Life does get crazy, but moments like these make everything worthwhile."

Rooster's fingers continued their rhythmic dance on her thighs, "Hmmm…” and his eyes drop down from her lips, to her neck and then to her chest, seeing it rise and fall as she breathed in and out, “...yeah…yeah true.”

“You are not even paying attention,Roos.”

Rooster's gaze snapped back to her eyes. "Guilty as charged. But who can blame me when there's such a beautiful distraction sitting on my lap?"

"Flatterer. You always know how to turn a situation around."

He grinned, his hands now settling on her hips again, providing a comforting warmth. "Well, when you have the most beautiful distraction in the room, it's hard not to get a bit distracted." he smirks, leaning closer, “And I love turning you around too.” his hands slide down to her ass where he cupped both cheeks with gusto, groaning when his palms were filled by her flesh, “Fuck,”

She gasps softly, watching as he dropped his face on her chest and she had to admit…she missed him too and sitting on his lap was already doing things inside of her. She did use a dildo, but once you have someone - once you have a Rooster - she could orgasm but it wasn’t the same.

She feels his teeth gently scraping the upper side of her left breast and his tongue following the cleavage before he moves his lips up,kissing where her neck met her shoulder with a happy hum, “You still taste really good…”

Beatrice’s eyelids dropped a little and she tried to hear if the dogs were coming over or if the baby monitor squeaked with activity, but she heard only silence. Her shoulders dropped in relief just in time for her husband’s large hands slide under her shirt until he reached her bra strap, tongue still trailing up and down her neck, “Roos…”

“Yeah?”

“We better go to the bedroom–” she squeaks in surprise because he immediately picked her up, bouncing her body in his hold to keep her steady as he walks to the staircase, all the while kissing her neck, sucking the skin enough for a red hickey to bloom on her skin.

Beatrice gasps his name, her nails gently scratching his nape as he tried, quietly, to go to their bedroom without waking anyone. She couldn’t remember the last time they had sex, which was a god damn mistake since there was no way she’d forget him.

They got inside the room and Rooster blindly locked the door, his saliva glistening her neck and chest before he sets her down, only to slam their lips together. The absence, from both sides was finally hitting, and hitting hard.

Bea moans into his mouth, feeling his hands cup her cotton shorts and then pull on the elastic, “Take ‘em off.” he breathes against her lips, pressing hot kisses on her skin, “Get all nice and naked for me,gorgeous.”

And he’s looking at her so hungrily she only nods and smiles, backing towards the bed while keeping her eyes on him. She wished she could remove her clothes and remain gazing at her husband’s body, because that man was carved out of marble. He is naked within seconds saved for his dark briefs that now were just a bit tented, “...how long were you–”

“Ever since we started drinking.” he replies, chest heaving, “...c’mere.” he doesn’t give her enough time to react because he kisses her again, his hands sliding under her cotton shorts to slide them down her thighs.

She moans into his mouth as he grabs her ass again, digging his digits into her ass cheeks and leaning back just enough to slap it. The sudden crack echoed all around the room and Rooster swallows her surprised moan, his hand moving to her front. Beatrice gasps into his mouth as his fingers slide inside of her by just pulling her panties’ crotch to the side.

He’s so very pleased when his fingers immediately feel the moistness inside. “You are already so wet for me.” he coos, kissing his way over her ear, mustache scratching her skin as she leans into him, breasts squished against his chest as she feels his calloused digits moving in and out of her.

He can feel the dribble sliding down his hand and he bites his lower lip, because he missed this so very much. And normally, he’d be all up for foreplay but– “Roos,please,” she gasps, hips moving against his hand, “Please,I just need you…r-right now.”

Oh.

Well.

Who was he to deny her?

He has to breathe in to calm himself down, slowly pulling his fingers out - the gentle squelching wasn’t missed by either of them - and licking them clean, he just watches with lust heavy eyes as she smiles - god he loved her smile - and gives her back to him to remove her bra.

“I don’t know why i’m so nervous.”

He flicks his eyes back up at her, seeing how she suddenly hugged herself. Oh that wouldn’t do. He is quick to get rid of his briefs and step behind her,pulling her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck, moaning in pure raw need when her cheeks just wrap around his member as he steps forward “Wha-why are you– fuck – nervous?”

“I don’t know.” she repeats, “I think it’s because it’s been a while since we,” and his hands cup her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh, “W-We had…s-sex….oh god.”

He smirks, moving his hips slowly, grinding his cock against her ass, “I love you.” he whispers, “All of you. You still look as fucking sexy as I remember.” he kisses her shoulder, “How do you want to do this?”

Her whole body is on fire, but she replies, “I missed having you on top of me.” she whispers, biting her lower lip when she feels his smile on her skin, his hands sliding down to the love handles on her hips.

“Well,” he coos, “Get comfortable,gorgeous.”

She wastes no time in stepping forward and falling on the bed, grabbing a pillow to get comfortable and so she could see him better. He looked unreal, like a full body illusion with the sexiest swagger she had ever seen. She bites her lower lip again, flushing just enough to make him smile as he settled on top of her.

He kisses her lips, then her cheekbone, before he nuzzles their noses together, “Wanna do the honors?” he asks while gently prodding her entrance - his gland latches on the opening for a second before it pops out again, and Beatrice whimpers while nodding.

He doesn’t know why but feeling her wedding band touching him as she align his member to her entrance was unbelievably hot. He just keeps his eyes on hers, those green irises shining with unshed tears and those pink,glossy lips of hers parting as she finally achieves it…and he pushes forward.

Honestly it’s a feeling both missed and it’s hard for them to control how good they feel. He wastes no time in interlacing their hands together and pulling them above her head. Eyes still locked as his hips move. He watches her micro expressions, the way her lips part into his name, how she whispers it so reverently but as quiet as a mouse.

Rooster is mesmerized. He always is, honestly, when it comes to Beatrice. He’s so happy. he’s so happy. He couldn’t explain but the way this woman made him feel was out of this world. His hips meet hers and he’s slow, he’s languid, he wants both to njoy this, he wants both to remember how they felt to one another.

Her wetness was comforting and warm and nice. Nice, perfect, perfection.

Beatrice was perfection.

She gasps again, a bit louder and she bites her lower lip. He knows that the flesh will be redder because of the blood rushing under there. He knows there’ll be indentations from here her teeth dug into, he knows he’ll kiss those indentations over and over because he loves her.

He had planned for something else right now, but he didn’t care. He smiles so much when her eyes focus on his and those pearly whites greet him. He moves a bit faster and her breasts shake because of it, but he’s so latched on her face.

She mouths a very quiet ‘what?’ between moans and he shakes his head. He doesn’t know what other adjectives could be said to describe her right now. He missed her, missed this, missed them. Maybe it was the whole M thing, the whole investigation but…for a second he thought he wouldn’t be able to…well.

He drops his head on her shoulder, letting go of her hands for a second so he could wrap his arms around her waist while her own arms were around his shoulders. His hips moved faster, the gentle slapping of skin against skin was loud enough for them to hear but only them. He digs his fingers on her ribs, feeling the soft flesh dip under the pressure, he wants to keep her there.

He knows he’s about to orgasm but he doesn’t care. And seeing how Beatrice got her own before his was enough of a reason for him to let go. He does so by lifting his head and pressing his forehead to hers, mouth parted, panting heavily, “I love you.”

“I love you too Roos.”

“I love you so much.” he furrows his brows, moving his hips faster, “I love y–” he swallows his groan when his orgasm hits and teeth clench as the shudder goes up and down his spine. Her soft hands caressed the back of his head, up and down, playing with the golden brown waves as he stutters with aftershocks.

He doesn’t move. Neither does she. He just inhales her sweet scent and keeps it to memory.

“i’m gad it’s you he thinks

I’m glad it’s you too. she thinks at the same time.

I’m glad it’s us.

#im happy yall are still here #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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lcngliive · 3 months ago

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Was that [PEDRO PASCAL]? Oh no no, that was just [TAIRN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [FOURTH WING]. They are [ONE HUNDRED+/LOOKS FORTY NINE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

two weeks.

what is your character's job

being a grumpy old man.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

from the end of onyx storm (so there might be mild spoilers?)

has any magic affected your character

yeah, he's not a dragon anymore, tf!!!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

okay!! this is my grumpy old man (who used to be a dragon) tairn, he's really a nice person when you get past the glares and his attitude unless your name is xaden riorson xoxo

okay, tairn is old as shit, he's been around for 100+ years and is one of the oldest and biggest dragons in his den, which makes him a bid headed fuck really lmaooo ,, jk i love my grumpy old man sm

he had another rider before violet (his current pain in the fucking ass), but he died using his signet to bring brennan back to life after he was shot by an arrow!

he doesn't like to talk much about what happened with his last rider bcs it almost killed him and in turn almost killed his mate as well (since they're a strongly bonded pair, if one of them died it would kill the other)

but now he has a new pain in the ass, aka violet sorrengail! the five foot nothing menace who gives this man more grey hairs every day (he didn't have hair before, but he has hair now, so he's going grey bcs vi stresses him out!!)

despite all of his complaining, he does love vi (even tho he will never willingly admit this) and cares abt what happens to her - which is why he might have overreacted slightly when vi told him that xaden tried to kill her and might have slightly toasted his mate's rider ...... just slightly toasted, he's fineeeee!!!

but p much he's an old grumpy man who doesn't show affection for anyone except his scary wife <3 and sometimes his two dumbass kids - violet and andarna, who he loves but again, will never admit it out loud!!

here in dc

mans is fully confused as fuck - but he's glad that violet and andarna have been here longer than he has so he can pester them about how things go here

it's def an adjustment for him being human and he's having a bit of trouble adjusting to all of the human emotions and everything else that he needs to do now lmaoo, but he'll get there

he also might have threw a bit of a temper tantrum at xaden and found out that he can still breathe fire :)))))

anyone for some barbeque?

but he's p much just accepted that there's no going back to where he was before, not that he really wants to, it's nice to have a break from all of the fighting and the venin for a change ???

so he's quite content to be here, his dumbass kids are here and his wife is here, so that's p much all he needs??

potential plots

friends - mans doesn't have many friends? so it would be nice for him to have some?? esp if they can deal with him being a grumpy old man lmaoooo

#hw: intro #death mention tw

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uvonobu · 9 months ago

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HIS LAST NAME IS SO FUNNY . WAS BRO PERHAPS GETTING A TON OF MAIL LMAFAOAOAOAOA

His face is adorable it’s a shame we only get to see it for his death panel and also this one sketch 🙁🙁🙁 I miss him so much I’m gonna die ….. it hurts me sm to know we’ll never get new content of the dead members anymore after the flashback as much as I want another I doubt he’d ever write one :(((

Kortopi come back we miss u….. rrrrhrgrhj…. He barley got any screen time and it physically hurts me. I hold this picture of Kortopi and Chrollo toasting together dear to my heart . My fav little alcoholics. I feel like people underestimate how much chrollo must have liked kortopi I know this isn’t related but like . When hisoka was talking about how chrollo was always with people it showed Kortopi and Paku only…. Kortopi was super loyal to him… also chrollo let him in the troupe despite the fact that he was super physically weak… he could have just stolen his ability but no he wanted kortopi in his group theyre so cute I love them

baby ur my

ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLL

look at this sweet boy. i am in fucking shambles rn.

im also going to try and decipher his last name into something legible instead of that weird alphabet togashi is using for the phonetics.

guwah hes so cute. i wish to hug him.

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l3vi-bby · 2 years ago

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OK SO

M! Reader with Beel but reader is a chef/baker. Beel only learns about Readers talent when he eats one of their meals and finally feels full for the first time probably ever. Beel questions reader about the contents of the food and reader is like “idfk, made with love?” Because of this, Beel forces Reader to make him food as much as possible.

Small little thing I was thinking about, thought it might be cute.

𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡

warnings / sum // he's full of your love and still wanting more. || beelzebub (obey me! one master), male reader, fluff

a / n // tysm for giving me my first ever request on here + i love beel sm so i was so excited to start writing this!!! [B. NAME] = bakery name (usually would mean "brother" but in this fic no)

# full of your love // beelzebub x m!reader ≟ ˚◦

: ｡.｡ ░ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ;; 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔

𝙄𝙏 — was known all across the Devildom that [F. NAME]'s baking was the best and not only that, but the [B. NAME] was also great, even Barbatos and Luke would agree so, their own pastries maybe put to shame. The bakery smelt of fresh sweets, toasted bread, and the clear aroma of caffeine. Everything in the building screamed a homey feeling, it brought a warm welcome to any person, demon, or angel walking in. A heaven in hell.

It was unsurprising that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, quickly found out about the place, and became a frequent patron. Not only that, he was the generally the sweetest and most supportive, having the money to buy all of the bakeries pastries if he wanted to. It was currently a normal day, it had begun to snow in the Devildom and demons all around looked for refuge in any open stores. Beelzebub sat down at a table, scarfing down the food given to him by [F. NAME]. The demon looked up at [F. NAME] as he munched, "your baking is always the best, [F. NAME]... mmm..." The [H. COLOR]-nette could only chuckle, placing more food before the other, "so I've heard, Beel." They continued to bask in each other's warm company, [F. NAME] soon pulling in a chair and propping his elbows up to admire his favorite customer. Beel gulped down the remains of the food with a good jug of coffee and sighed in content. He patted his stomach and realized an odd feeling. "... I feel so full, [F. NAME]." "I'd be surprised if you didn't, you've ate more than you regularly do." Beel shook his head, "no, you don't understand. I never get full." The ginger tightened his brows at the other, seeing as how the baker was not staring back quizzically. "That's interesting...?" [F. NAME] said, confusion in his tone. They stayed staring at each other for a minute or two, an awkward atmosphere still growing. [F. NAME] opted the conversation was done and stood up, grabbing a nearby platter and stacking the empty dishes, Beelzebub could only watch, a curious wilderment still evident. He suddenly snapped out of it, stopping the baker. "What do you put in your food?" Caught off guard, [F. NAME] opened his mouth to close it again. Shouldn't it be obvious...? Flour... sugar... salt — y'know, what else is one supposed to put in a pastry? "What else?" [F. NAME] softly smiled, "it's pastries." Beelzebub shook his head, not satisfied and repeated his question. [F. NAME], a platter still in hand, took his other and placed it on his chin in ponder. "Hmmm... love, I guess?" The silence came back at Beelzebub widened his eyes. [F. NAME] chuckled again, the melody of his voice filling the bakery as he went back to tidy up. Beel felt a feeling deep inside him, butterflies swirling inside his chest. The deepest red took over the avatar's face as he slowly raised his hand, grabbing [F. NAME]'s wrist. Both became surprised at the upcoming words. "Please, make me as much food as you can!" "U — uh? I'm sorry?" Beel stood up, his face now mere inches away from the other, "more! I need more!" [F. NAME] smiled, trying to stifle his laughter but soon blowing up. "Sure! Sure — haha, just — just sit down Beel, and I'll cook you all the food you want!"

𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡ impo . // masterlist || req info / post

#male reader #x male reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x male reader #beel x reader #beel x male reader #obey me! shall we date?#obey me! nightbringer #obey me! one master to rule them all

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thebearchives · 3 years ago

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2 and 3 from group D with Pierre or Max

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

prompts: neck grabbing during kisses + intimate back hugs where they slowly trail kisses from your collarbone to your jaw, making you shiver

the night had been loud and exhilarating, a stark contrast to your current morning. at this moment in time, the night was just but an echo in your quiet home, drowning under the sounds of birds chirping and your eggs sizzling.

you stood over the stove, humming along to the song stuck in your head. next to you were two plates, both bare as you moved to place the eggs on them.

you heard his steps before his arms circled around you, forehead pressing against the nape of your neck.

“good morning, champ.” you placed the pan back on the stove, cracking another egg into the pan.

“g’morning, schatje,” his voice was raspy, a shared result of the screaming from the night before and the long sleep he had just woken from.

you pivoted to throw out the eggshell, giggling when max refused to let go, moving with you, “you’re quite clingy today, maxie.”

his head moved forward, eyes peeking over your shoulder to see what you were doing. his lips only just grazed your bare skin as he responded, “you weren’t in bed when i woke up. missed you, ‘s all.”

you felt him smile when a shiver crawled down your spine. a low chuckle escaped his lips, and you shrugged his head away from your shoulder, “well, your breakfast is just about ready. do you mind grabbing the toast?”

max’s hands slipped from around your body, doing as you asked. but before you could even continue your own task, he was back, pressing into your back with a sigh, resting his chin on your shoulder. his hands tightened around you as he watched you cook.

you rolled your eyes, hand reaching up to push him away, “go away, your breakfast is getting cold.”

“but schatje,” his hands trailed to your hips, “your food’s not ready yet.”

“and it won’t be if you keep me tight against you,” you craned your head back to look at him.

he placed a kiss just to the side of your mouth, “sorry, meijn liefde, but i’m not letting go until you join me.” my love.

you dropped it, knowing he had no intentions to step away from you. this was a common occurrence from max whenever he was home to experience such domestic moments with you. he loved wrapping his arms around you and just holding you, and you loved being held by him.

max stuffed his head back into your neck, his deep breaths tickling you every time he sighed with content. but max was a driver— an adrenaline junkie— who knows not how to stay in one place, but continue to move. and after a few moments of silence, he moved again.

this time, he raised his head just barely over your shoulder, lips coming down softly and placing a lingering kiss on your shoulder. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes unwavering from where they stared at the browning edges of what would be your fried egg.

max’s lips moved again, just a few spaces higher than his last placement— where your neck met your shoulder. your body subconsciously reacted, turning your head to the side so his access to your neck was easy. his lips lingered there, too, just a tiny bit longer than the last kiss. another kiss up the ladder, lips grazing past your sweet spot to plant themselves just left of it. you couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t such a tease.

the second batch of eggs cooked faster than the other, or at least that’s what you told yourself when you rushed to plate them before they burned to a char. max’s lips had only just reached the base of your ear when he lowly whispered how your eggs were burning.

you grabbed his hand, tugging it to get him to let go. he caves, letting you sidestep him to place your breakfast at the dining table. max grabs your favourite juice from the fridge, and two glasses before coming to join you at the table.

before you sit down, he tugs you by your arm, pulling you into him. your eyes are wide as you stare back into his, he can’t help but smile.

“what?” you ask him, head tilting slightly.

for a split second, max’s eyes drift to your neck. his hands come up, resting on either side of your neck, just below your ear. he pulls you closer, eyes closing softly before his lips mesh against yours.

his lips are smooth, courtesy of the lip balm that he had stolen from you one night. your eyes flutter shut as his lips move against yours. his thumb presses into your cheek lightly as he tries to pull you closer. you feel lightheaded, just like you had the first time you kissed max all those years ago.

your hands grip his, and he knows it’s time to pull away. he leans back slightly, eyes closed to let the moment linger as your short breaths mix between you two. his thumb caresses your cheek lightly, and he opens his eyes.

“ik hou van je,” his voice is just barely louder than a whisper and you smile, “en ik hou van jou.” i love you…and i love you.

maybe, last night had been a celebration fit for a king—a champion. a celebration in the name of your husband, who had won another title.

but this morning, and every morning that would follow after the announcement of his retirement from the sport, was a celebration of love. and as max’s hands slipped down to lay flat against the small bump of your belly, you sighed blissfully. a celebration of love, fit for the three of you together.

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dumbslxtclub · 2 years ago

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you’re on your own, kid | e.m - part eight

eddie munson x singlemom!reader

summary: set after the events of season four, Steve has disappeared and is presumed dead in the upside down. broken and now left to deal with your pregnancy alone, Eddie takes it upon himself to support you to the best of his abilities in Steve’s absence.

chapter summary: a new baby in the house, a friday night date and your best friend playing babysitter. what could go wrong?

content warnings: fem!reader, adult language, adult themes, unplanned pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, some canon divergence/au, mentions of death, reader is 19, anxiety, angst, fluff, no use of y/n, slow burn, not beta’d

word count: 9.3K+

a/n: did I get a bit too caught up in writing this chapter? absolutely. time for eddie to enter his dad era. would love to commit to a regular upload schedule but knowing me as a person that will be hard. love you all sm though xx

taglist: @lezzy-bennet @harrypotteranna23-blog @reidstea @sashaphantomhive @bexreadstoomuch @audhd-dragonaut @littlepotatobeansworld @ches-86

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Part Eight: Mother’s Daughter

The first few weeks with a new baby in the house are bliss. Crying-filled, sleep-deprived bliss, and any feelings of readiness are slowly dissipating. The routine is clear. Feeding, changing diapers, laying her to sleep for a bit, and repeat. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. Dead wrong.

Despite having read What to Expect When You’re Expecting, it seems that Audrey doesn’t particularly enjoy playing by the book. Take tonight, for example. You’ve tried everything to get her to stop crying, you can’t believe her small lungs haven’t gone hoarse from the hours she’s spent exhausting them. Wandering around the dimly-lit living room like a horse stuck on an infinite carousel loop, you’re quietly beginning to stress all the while rocking and shushing Audrey in your arms. The ringing in your ears is relentless, and you’re just doing your best not to join her crying as you mentally curse your parenting skills in frustration. As the clock reads 9:37pm, you know your neighbors will be preparing for bed, laying out their clothes for their early morning shifts and expecting a quiet night. Something they won’t be granted if you can’t get your baby under control.

“C’mon, what do you need?” You whisper in her ear, knowing perfectly well she won’t be able to hear you over the piercing noise she’s emitting. Her diaper is freshly changed, she’s just had a feed and you’re beginning to worry something might be wrong with her. Oh god, what if something’s wrong with her? She’s like a smoke alarm, but you can’t tell if you burnt the toast or if the whole house is on fire. Lips pressed to her head, you try to decipher if she’s got a fever, bouncing her up and down as she continues wailing. “It’s okay, honey, it’s-“

A sharp knock rings out on the wooden front door, causing your heart to race. The chances of the person on the other side being a disgruntled neighbor ready to lecture your parenting skills were high, but what other choice did you have? Sighing, you bounce your way to the door, swinging it open to reveal Eddie, still in his work clothes and holding a plastic bag, steam clinging to the sides. A wash of relief crashes over you, his expression warm as he sees the two of you.

“Oh thank god, I thought someone was here to bite my head off.” Supporting Audrey on your shoulder with one arm, you use your free one to wrap around Eddie’s waist, leaving him to pull you in the rest of the way.

“Nah, I’m not here to go full-Ozzy on you.” He keeps you tucked in a cozy embrace, evidently not bothered by the screaming alarm right next to his ear. “How’s the little hellraiser?”

“Raising hell.” Closing the door behind him, you continue to pace around the room as Eddie pulls off his jacket and sets the bag down on the bench. “She’s been like this for hours, I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything.”

Gently cupping her back, you continue patting it lightly the same way you’ve been doing all evening. What do they say about the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…

“Well, how about-” Hands diving into the plastic bag, he pulls out two noodle boxes, the smell of teriyaki sauce filling your senses and reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve eaten something substantial. “-I take over for a bit, and you have something to eat?”

Arms outstretched and looking at you expectantly, it doesn’t take much convincing before you pass your screaming bundle of joy his way. His eyes light up as he takes her in, feet scrunched to her torso as she’s passed to him. Eddie, as it turns out, is a natural at holding babies. Once he got over his own self doubt and fear of dropping her, he’s now very comfortable with Audrey in his arms. He mirrors the position you previously had her in, tucking her head into his shoulder, facing inwards so he can keep an eye on her. Broad hands support her tiny shrieking body, gently patting her back while you busy yourself ripping into one of the boxes.

“Hey, Squid, long day, hey?” You shoot him a disapproving look, shoveling sauce-covered noodles and vegetables into your mouth at the kitchen counter.

“She’s got a real name now.” You point your chopsticks at him like a weapon, and he grins proudly at the mere fact he’s gotten a rise out of you so early into his arrival.

“Yeah, but Squid is so original!”

As he continues to pace, a soft stream of ‘shhh’s’ leave his lips, close to Audrey’s ear. His thumb finds the back of her head, rubbing the peach fuzz gently all the while keeping his eyes on her for any noticeable reaction. And, as luck would have it, the room becomes quieter, sporadic cries now weaning off. You feel a mixture of relief and frustration, how does he do it so easily? He looks around the room, ears perked up.

“Do you hear that?”

“What?”

“Silence.” He proclaims smugly, having used his magic touch to turn cries into coos, Audrey now happily squirming in Eddie’s arms.

“Show off.” Picking up the box, which you’ve half polished off already, you cross the room to plant yourself on the couch for the first time in hours. The sagging cushions embrace your tired limbs, forfeiting your weight to the support beneath you while you poke around looking for a piece of chicken amongst the sea of noodles. “You wanna know a secret?”

“What’s that?”

“I think it’s your smell.” He looks at you, utterly perplexed by your insinuation. Not wanting to offend him, you’re quick to clarify. “No, not in a bad way! It’s just- when she was in my belly she would go crazy every time you were around. It’s like she could sense you, in a weird way I think she’s always recognised you.”

“Stop, you’ll give me a big head.” He glances down at your daughter, whose eyelids are now growing heavy, clearly exhausted from all the crying, haven’t we all been there before? “And that’s your job, isn’t it Squid?”

If he wasn’t holding an infant, you’d give him a good whack right about now for yet another unwarranted comment about your daughter’s very normal head size. But he’s not above using Audrey as a human shield, the absolute savage. As you dig into your meal, you can’t help but take in the sight illuminated by your dim lighting. There must be something in our biology that causes our hearts to swell at the sight of a man holding a baby. The sheer juxtaposition of their appearances is comical, Audrey in her purple flower-covered onesie, her small feet tucked into the footie pajamas, and Eddie, all hard-exterior in his work overalls and combat boots, pacing the room holding her. They’re chalk and cheese, and somehow, the best of friends already. And it’s, dare you say, kind of attractive? A small smile creeps over your face at the thought, and Eddie is quick to notice your not so subtle gawking.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, really. Did she spit up on me?” He peers down at his shirt, looking for any milky traces of drool. You shake your head, looking back down at your meal, loosening some broccoli stuck to the bottom..

“No-no, it’s not that. It’s just- you look cute like this.” You feel yourself blushing at your own compliment, immediately cringing over the words that came out of your mouth. What a weird thing to say. Eddie struggles to suppress his happiness over your comment, contorting his lips into a grateful smile while carefully treading over to the bassinet to lay down a yawning Audrey.

“Well, I’ve heard cuteness is contagious. Like herpes.” He readjusts Audrey’s onesie once she’s comfortable, before turning back to you.

“Gross.” Way to kill the moment, Eddie. He grabs his own box from the bench along with his chopsticks, planting himself down on the plush couch beside you. He’s sitting about as close as he usually is, knees almost touching yours but the air between you feels thicker. He’s always throwing thoughtless compliments your way, but rarely is he on the receiving end. Did you just make things super awkward? Time to change the subject. “Appreciate you bringing dinner over, the fridge is tragically bare at the moment and I was just going to settle for some tinned Spaghetti-O’s.”

“Very gourmet. Back to the old junk now you’re not eating for two?” He says through a mouthful of noodles. “If you want, I could take you into town tomorrow? Get you stocked up, show Squid all the exciting sights Hawkins has to offer. The post office, the big maple tree in the park, maybe even a dog or two. Y’know, the works.”

Biting down on a snow pea, you contemplate his offer, nerves brewing in your belly. You’re fully aware that the whole town knows about your pregnancy, undoubtedly sharing whispers about whose baby it is behind your back. But the thought of actually venturing out into the world with her? That scares the shit out of you. But, you know it’s only a matter of time before that Band-Aid has to be ripped off.

“Yeah, alright.” Fuck.

“Put those down.” Robin snatches the store-brand Cheerios out of your hands, placing them back on the shelf in favor of the name brand. “We’re getting you the good stuff.”

Strapped to her chest in a newborn baby carrier, Audrey sleeps blissfully tucked against Robin’s plaid shirt. The stroller seemed like too much of a hassle for a quick trip, and Robin proclaimed she needed some “skin-to-skin bonding time” with her. You trudge along behind her, pushing a shopping cart that is being stuffed with all sorts of fresh fruit, vegetables and pantry items. As she compares two bottles of long-life milk, Eddie returns around the corner with a large bundle of diapers, dumping them into the rapidly-filling cart.

“God, how many of these things does she go through a day?” He furrows his brows together, studying the packet of soft tissue.

“Usually between 10-12.” Robin replies without missing a beat, glancing down at her shopping list made after a thorough inventory of your pantry. Eddie’s eyes widen at her response, clearly thinking he was stocking up with the bulk packet. He turns to Audrey, and places a hand gently on her back as he leans in to her.

“How does someone so small cause so much mess?” He whispers in her ear, loud enough for you to hear, Robin is quick to swat his arm and shield the infant from his words before turning his attention to the diapers.

“Eddie! These aren't newborn sizes.” She pulls the packet back out and throws it at Eddie’s chest, who looks down befuddled.

“Is there a difference?”

“Uh, yeah. Unless you were buying these for yourself?” Her remark causes you to snort, Eddie scrunching up his nose in your direction.

“Ha ha, very funny. Show me which ones I was supposed to get, your highness.” He flourishes his hand down the aisle in an ‘after you’ motion, Robin rolling her eyes as she marches down with Eddie trailing behind. Looking back to you, he brings his pointer finger up to his temple, thumb facing skyward with his other three digits tucked to his fist. He pulls the trigger on his hand gun, and mimics brains blowing out on the other side with a dramatic stumble into the adjacent Coco-Puffs. Ever the showman.

As your friends disappear around the corner, you glance around the brightly coloured logos decorating tinned goods, perfectly stacked up on the metal shelves. Wheels clicking along the tiled floor, the tragic supermarket music playing over dying speakers throughout the store. Leaning on the cart with your forearms resting on the handle, you meander through the aisle to the freezer section at the end. As your cart passes the threshold of the shelves, a figure emerges and bumps straight into your cart. Oh good, first day out and you’re already making a scene and accidentally assaulting a stranger.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You apologize, looking at the person standing in front of you who just bore the brunt of your cart crashing into his thigh. Studying his face, you can’t help but think he looks familiar. A thin layer of stubble now growing across his jawline, light brown curls sitting underneath a baseball cap. He returns a similar look of recognition, uttering your name to clarify that you were, in fact, you.

“Oh hey! ‘Ts Andy? We had Chemistry together junior year?” The penny drops in your brain, your mouth contorting into a well-mannered, pleasant smile as you begin to place him. “I nearly set your hair on fire with a Bunsen burner?”

“Oh yeah, hi!” You reply, shaking your head. “Sorry, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it sure has.” He readjusts the small basket in his hand, filled with some sort of jerky and a six-pack. He gives you a once-over, studying you from head to toe in your old jeans and tank top. “How’ve you been? You look well.”

You silently thank yourself for putting in a bit of effort today, patting on enough concealer to hide the fact that you were up feeding Audrey for most of the night and brushing your hair for the first time in a week.

“Yeah fine. Y’know, just busy.” Busy pushing out a human. “What about you?”

“Back in town visiting the folks, killing time before heading back to college. Got into Purdue on a basketball scholarship, actually.”

“Wow, congratulations!” You shoot him a genuine smile, it’s always nice to hear when someone gets out of Hawkins to pursue bigger and better things.

“Yeah, it’s been great. Haven’t seen the boys in a while, so we’re getting together at Benny’s tonight for a catch-up.” He holds his basket up to punctuate, the cans of Bud Light bouncing light from the flickering fluorescent above.

“Benny’s. Shit, I haven’t been there since-“ You bite your tongue at the evocation, cheeks flushing as you recall your high school antics. Too embarrassed to speak the words into existence, Andy has no problem verbalizing the memory.

“Since you got up on the bar after homecoming and did a full Flashdance number for everyone?” He says with a laugh, your eyes squeezing shut as you cringe.

“Yep, that sounds about right.” The two of you walk parallel past tubs of ice cream sitting in freezer cases, a self-deprecating laugh leaving your lips. “But, in my defense, no one told me that the jello shots were alcoholic!”

Andy shakes his head and chuckles, setting off a few paces in front of you. “You had some killer moves, though.”

“Yeah, well it’s been a while since I busted them out.”

“Haven’t had any jello shots recently, I’m guessing?”

“Exactly.”

There’s a beat as he swings open one of the freezer doors, grabbing a bag of ice out, holding it in his free hand before facing you directly.

“Well, uh- maybe if you’ve got time this weekend we could hit up The Hideout or something? Defrost those Jennifer Beal dance moves, grab a few drinks if you want?”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surely he’s not asking you what you think he’s asking? Averting your gaze to the tiled white flooring, you’re suddenly interested in the dirt and dried spills sitting in the ancient grout.

“You mean, like, on a date?”

“Well, yeah. Unless you-“ The sentence is only partially formed in his mouth before a deep, familiar voice calls out behind you.

“Right, hopefully these will last her until tomorrow-“ Spinning around, you clock Eddie, who is now holding the mega-sized pack of newborn diapers under his arm. His band tee logo is now obscured by the black sling across his chest, a ringed hand cradling the back of it. As it appears, Robin has been relieved of baby duties and passed them onto Eddie, Audrey still dead asleep tucked up to his chest, rosy cheeks flushed, pressed to his torso. A small patch of drool is forming on his white shirt, and to complete the look, he’s attached a spare pacifier to his wallet chain hanging off his jeans.

Andy is quick to give him a one-over, not dissimilar to the one he gave you, but this time clearly charged with an air of disdain.

“Munson.” Words like venom leaving his lips.

Eddie, an expert in navigating his own reputation, pokes his tongue against the sinew of his cheek expectantly. Let them get their hits in, and fuck off. Recognising he’s not about to get a rise out of the metalhead, Andy simply scoffs before turning his attention back to you, rummaging for something in his pocket. He hands you a business card of sorts, something he had made to palm off to scouts at games, complete with his contact details on it.

“See you around.” His words are hushed between the two of you, excluding the third man from the interaction. Heat rises in your cheeks as he shoots you a smirk before heading off, not returning another glance at Eddie. You discreetly pocket the card before returning to the unlikely duo back from their diaper quest.

“What was that about?” Eddie half-chuckles, gaze following the aisle in which Andy disappeared down. You shake your head.

“Nothing. Where’s Robin?” Extending a hand to the peach fuzz growing atop your daughter’s head, smoothing it down and relishing in the sensation of her soft skin against your clammy hands.

“Oh, uh- she saw an old friend out the front.” White lies being exchanged with the clearing of his throat, each of you oblivious to one another’s predicament. “C’mon, she’s starting to stink and I don’t want people thinking it’s me.”

“A dirty diaper could only help your stench at this point, honestly.” The banter flows effortlessly from your lips.

“I hate you.”

Eddie didn’t get the memo that this Friday wouldn’t be a regularly-scheduled movie night, his arrival somewhat jarring as Robin prepped and preened you within an inch of your life. Plucking stray hairs from your brow, hot rollers stinging your scalp while she used you as her own life-sized Barbie, ready for her date with Ken. The knock at the door occurred just as you swiped on a layer of lip gloss, Robin rushing out of the bathroom to welcome your visitor. Their conversation is cut short as you exit your tiny bathroom, giving them a flourishing twirl relishing in your final form.

“How do I look?” Almost imperceptible and unnoticed by you, the tendon in Eddie’s jaw clenches under the weight of his emotions. The physical manifestation of the ugliest feeling, a jealousy he couldn’t admit to himself yet. Here you were, standing in a black Stevie Nicks-esque dress complete with platform boots, like the perfect woman in every music video flashed across the late-night MTV runs. Dark circles now perfectly concealed below your eyes, accentuated by a smokey-brown eyeshadow. Lips previously chewed raw from stress now glossy and plump. Hair in bouncy curls, Farrah-Fawcett style, a far cry from the matted bun you typically sport. You looked beautiful. But then again, you always did. Whether it was stained tracksuit pants or Robin’s curated outfit designed just for tonight, it was all you to Eddie. Not necessarily better, just different.

“You going somewhere?” He asks, taking in the image of you before him in the glow of your living room lamp. Not the glowing endorsement you were hoping for, but Robin’s elated grin gives you the confidence boost you crave.

“She’s got herself a hot date tonight.” Robin squeals in Eddie’s ear, giving his shoulders a tight squeeze as she drinks you in. The pair stand there like two parents sending their daughter off to prom, complete with a quietly disapproving father beside the front door. And you, giddy like a lovelorn teenager with a fresh corsage around your wrist, swipe up your purse and head for the crib. Audrey, who is freshly fed, bathed and changed, looks up at her mom as you give her a sticky kiss on her forehead, immediately swiping away the glossy residue left on her supple skin.

“I won’t be out long, I’m just going for one drink.”

“Heard that one before.” Eddie mumbles under his breath, heard only by Robin who shoots him a warning glare while you find your keys.

You give your handbag a once over. Keys? Check. Lipgloss? Check. Spare diaper? Che- nope, don’t need that one tonight. Pull it out and chuck it on the crowded excuse for a dining table. Check your watch. Time to go.

“See you guys soon! Eddie, you’re welcome to stay and keep Robin company.” You give the pair of them a hug. Something firm is pressed against your torso, seemingly located in Eddie’s pocket. “Dude, do you have a horror film in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?”

Eddie’s cheeks flush as his lips purse together in a smile, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a VHS copy of The Fly. Flashing it between his thumb and forefinger, you can’t help but roll your eyes at how predictable he is.

“You’re not putting that on until Audrey is asleep. I don’t want her scarred for life before she can even crawl.”

“Yeah, yeah. No flies for Squid tonight.”

Hand on the door, Eddie shoots you his most ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ smile. Son of a bitch.

“Robin, keep them out of trouble.” Door swinging closed behind you, the three musketeers bask in the glow of your freshly sprayed perfume, the kind you only put on for special occasions. Eddie dropped his facade as soon as he sees you climbing into your car, shooting daggers in Robin’s direction for whatever part she had to play in this whole situation. It was going to be a long night.

Look, Andy was fine. I mean, he opened the door for you, and he showed up. What more could a fresh young mother on her first date in nearly a year ask for? Safe to say, the bar is low. But if Andy is as good at basketball as he is at rambling on about himself, he’d give Magic Johnson a run for his money. In any other case, this would bother you, your last previous romantic experience was much more evenly distributed conversationally. Armed with only the topic of your baby daddy’s death and recently relieved case of mastitis to disclose, you allow his drabble to flow freely. The Hideout plan ended up being a bust, something about the music “not being to Andy’s taste”, resulting in plan B; the pair of you sitting on sticky laminated booth seats in a small diner just outside of town. He ordered a well-done steak with all the fixings, and, before you could decide between the double cheeseburger with bacon or the chicken burger, a salad was ordered on your behalf. Slightly soggy lettuce pieces are pushed around with your fork, digging for any croutons that have absorbed the light dressing at the bottom of the plate. He seamlessly transitions from stories about college, to his basketball team, to the parties at his frat and then, as a special treat, a story about how his buddies on the basketball team got too wasted at a frat party and ran naked through the college campus. As you wipe your mouth clean with your napkin, having polished off your salad and trying your best to avoid your hungry gaze landing on the dessert cabinet, it strikes him that he hasn’t asked you a question the whole evening. And boy, what a question he chooses to ask.

“So, ‘ve gotta ask. What were you doing with Munson at the supermarket? Never pegged you two to be the type to run in the same circle.”

Swallowing your food like a dry pill, it claws down your throat while you feel the sudden heat of judgment. Eddie’s reputation was no secret to you, yet you were one of the few to see past the bullshit propaganda spun about him. But with not much else to talk about, you decide to engage, hoping to shut down the conversation quickly.

“Oh, Eddie? He’s a friend, he lives across from me, actually.” Your words are meek and Andy scoffs, the two brain cells floating around in his skull colliding and recognizing that, you too, must also live in the trailer park.

“Right. So you guys hang out then?”

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes. Y’know, he helps me out…”

“... and you do the same for him, I’m guessing?” He reaches for his nearly empty beer and knocks back a mouthful. “Can imagine he needs all the help he can get now, what with an extra mouth to feed and all. Hope you’re not throwing a single dollar his way.”

Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He thinks Audrey is Eddie’s kid. Clearly, with him being out of town, gossip around your pregnancy hadn’t spread to the Purdue fraternities.

You’re suddenly incredibly interested in a sliver of cherry tomato slipping around the plate. “No, no. I mean, he's got a job and all, so-”

“Selling drugs isn’t a real job, doll.”

“No, he works-” It crosses your mind that it’s best not to reveal Eddie’s actual workplace location to this man, god knows a fair few of the townsfolk still have it out for him. “-he’s just not selling shit anymore.”

“Yeah? Well shit, ‘ve gotta say, I didn’t think he had it in him. ‘Course a guy like him, going and stupidly knocking some girl up doesn’t surprise me. But Munson? The fact he convinced someone to fuck him is unbelievable.” His words are callous and subconsciously cruel all the while uttered with a laugh, the kind of locker room talk that he’s grown so accustomed to that he doesn’t recognise how jarring it can be to hear spoken so casually.

The sheer notion incensed you, nails digging into your palm beneath the table, the only outlet for your growing rage. Baffled by how he looked down continuously on ‘The Freak’, upholding high-school preconceptions and refusing to accept the real world evolving around him. Completely delusional to the fact that people grow and change. The sneer in his voice as he simultaneously belittled and ridiculed Eddie, not knowing that he was far more of a man than he could ever hope to be, infuriated you.

The man who, for the first week after the birth, would wait diligently through the early mornings for your bedside lamp to go on, simply so he could race over to assist you on your short trip to the bathroom as your stitches healed, waddling helplessly in your port-partum underwear. Who would volunteer to take your spit-up covered laundry to the laundromat, purely so you wouldn’t have to wake a resting Audrey and grant you another hour of peace and quiet. Who looked at your daughter with such love and softness, despite no biological obligations to her, going through the motions of learning how to change a diaper just in case he needs to. It boils your blood. How fucking dare he pass such unfair judgement on Eddie? Your rage feels primal in nature, coursing through your veins like a hit of morphine. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness takes over, and you allow the words you’d like to say tip-toe across your tongue before returning to the deepest recesses of your mind. But, as with everything in womanhood, you know not to react with anger. Oh no. You need to make this easier for him to hear than it is for you to experience.

“It’s not his.” Your voice comes out as barely a whisper, attempting to suppress the bubble threatening to burst.

“What?” Andy obnoxiously chews his well-done steak, on full display and half-masticated in his mouth. Your eyes meet his, taking in a short breath as if the added oxygen will dissolve your nerves.

“I said it’s not his.” You celebrate your words coming out a bit clearer this time, more firm.

“Then whose is it?”

“She’s mine.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. Andy quirks his brow at you, never ceasing his chomping on the char-grilled hunk of meat.

“What?”

“Her name’s Audrey, and she’s- she’s my daughter.” Any remnants of confidence you’d built up were slowly disintegrating under his judgemental watch. The tip of his tongue meets one of his canines, mouth contorting into a wicked smile. His eyes trace over you, much like in the supermarket, yet you sense that any traces of affection have all but vanished.

“Right.” He runs a hand over his jawline, the nail on his thumb digging into the crevice between two of his teeth to retrieve some steak lodges between. “And who’s the dad?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You reply plainly, very much not wanting to go into the details of Steve.

“Oh, so you don’t know?” His eyes widen slightly, tone growing increasingly more mocking.

“No! Of course I know, it’s just-”

“What? Let me guess, he did the smart thing and left? Didn’t want to be tied down pouring all his salary into child support to some trailer trash? Shit, it’s girls like you who ruin guys' lives.”

Mouth agape, you couldn’t throw an insult back if you tried. You feel yourself shutting down, growing small under his harsh gaze and demeaning words. Tiny and worthless in that moment. A rush of adrenaline hits you, fight or flight triggered. You have nothing more to say to this person from your past, feeling stupid for even bringing him into your life now. Tossing your napkin to the table, metal utensils clanging as you swing your legs out from the booth and grab your handbag. Without looking back, you make a beeline for the door, teeth grinding together as you hear his voice ring out behind you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll grab the bill! Not like you could afford it, anyway.”

The door slams so hard you swear you heard the bell fall off its hinges.

The drive home is silent. Something you would normally welcome under any other circumstances. The road is devoid of cars besides the occasional late-night commuter, the radio switched off completely with not even the static-y crackle to drown out your thoughts. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, stinging with the anger still coursing through your blood vessels. God, how could you have been so fucking stupid?

The living room light peeks through the slit of the curtains of the trailer you call home. Insecurity lingers in the pit of your stomach, you wonder if you could fit the whole place into Andy’s pool house (you probably could, knowing the neighborhood he lives in). The keys click and jingle as you turn the rickety doorknob, crossing the threshold into your kitchen/living/dining room. A studio audience laughs through the speakers of your second-hand TV, the figure on the couch reaching for the remote to lower the volume at your arrival.

“Hey.” In the light of the sole lamp, you make out Eddie fully reclined on the couch, placing the remote beside his head as his free hand caresses the lump on his chest. Audrey, heavy-lidded and limbs sprawled out, lays atop his torso as careful fingers trace up and down her exposed back. Her chunky legs were now on display, all creases and rolls like the cutest little Michelin man. You feel a sense of relief wash over you, taking in the sight of the thing you loved most in this world while you throw your handbag somewhere to the side.

“Hi.” You reach out to relieve him of the human weight from his body, lifting her up and tucking her into the crook of your shoulder. You just need to hold her right now. Feel the weight of her tiny body in your arms. Tilting the bridge of your nose to her unkempt crown of hair, you are shameless in your deep inhale of her scent. It washes over you with the force of a tidal wave, engulfing you in the sense of security you so desperately craved right now. Her bare skin pressed to yours. This is it. This is your home.

Eddie hoists himself up, flattening out his mess of hair from laying down for who knows how long. The only indicator of time being the cut to commercial breaks on the TV in the distance as he watched Squid’s eyes grow heavy with each passing jingle. He reaches for his boots at the base of the couch, undoing the laces to slip them on.

“Sorry, she, uh- had a little accident in her onesie and so I changed her. Then she got all fussy about putting on a new one, kept trying to kick me away. No tears or tantrums though, so I just brought her in here to hang out for a bit and we lost track of time-” His rambling words trail off, taking notice of the steady stream of tears cascading silently down your cheeks leaving a black streak of eyeshadow behind. “Woah, hey…”

His mode of comforting was beyond words these days, now deciphering your body language while you tucked your head to your daughters in an attempt to conceal yourself. Wordlessly, he discarded his boots and stood up, embracing the pair of you tight to his chest. He knows that you’ll talk about it if you want to, and if not, he’s there to hold you while you let it all out. The tears continue to flow, ringed fingers running through your hair and caressing your scalp. Tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder, effectively creating an Audrey sandwich, you allow yourself to be held. You will for the tears to stop, for the lingering frustration to evaporate. But you know you need to lean into it, release it from your subconscious through the bile burning in your throat and hiccuping sobs resonating throughout your chest. You’re sick of running from the pain, it’s time to embrace it and fuck it right off. Eventually, your tears run dry. All the while Eddie continues to hold you, waiting patiently. As your breathing steadily returns to normal, he pulls away to study your face.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He takes Audrey, all squish and skin in just her fresh diaper, from your arms.

“You go take a shower, I’ll get her ready for bed. Okay?”

You simply nod, grateful for the help, before wiping your wet cheeks and turning in the direction of the bathroom.

Hours of wasted effort are washed away in a matter of minutes under the low water pressure of your shitty shower. Black mascara and eyeshadow streaks down your flushed cheeks, the stream of water from the shower head soaking your fried hair. Nothing but the sound of water splashing against the grimy tiled floor, the soft thrum of liquid streaming through the pipes in the wall. Peace and quiet. Solitude.

“So stupid.”

Wrapping yourself up in an old towel, you see a familiar reflection in the mirror. Stretch marks fading across the small swell of your stomach, purple hues in your tear troughs against your skin, complexion dull and sullen. Back to your old self. The bedside lamp is already illuminated when you enter your bedroom. Clothes scattered across the floor, some clean, but most dirty. The door has been closed for your privacy, so you pull on some sweatpants and an oversized shirt that likely belonged to Steve. It’s been so long, you can’t remember whose it was now. If it was his, any traces of his scent have long since vanished. Once a treasured possession given as an act of love, now another cotton shirt in a sea of insignificance. Droplets from your damp hair create patches on the canary yellow shirt on your shoulders.

Swinging open the door, you see Eddie swaddling Audrey, freshly dressed in her pajamas having decided not to put up a fight while mom’s around. He’s laying her down in the crib carefully, sucking away on a pacifier. This is the longest she’s gone without fussing or crying in a week, and so you simply stand at the doorway and watch him. He takes no notice of you watching him while leaning against the frame silently. He readjusts her swaddle, making sure she’s comfortable. Smoothing down her crown of soft hair on her head, a smile grows, dimples on full display as her eyes grow heavy and she settles. And, in a quiet moment between the pair, you watch as he leans down into the crib, placing his lips to the space between her eyebrows to give her a goodnight kiss. Your heart swells at the sight, warmth radiating through your body as you bear witness to this moment of affection. You must have let out an exhaling chuckle an iota too loud, Eddie quickly glancing in your direction sheepishly.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help it. She’s so cute when she’s not screaming or shitting everywhere.”

“Well, she’s only human.” You retort, earning a smile from him. He taps the side of her crib, stealing one last look at her. “Where did Robin pop off to?”

“Oh, she uh- had to head into the store. Something about Keith being locked out of the computer. She probably did it on purpose to fuck with him.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Yep, sounds about right.”

There’s a slightly awkward beat as Eddie retreats from the crib, picking his keys up off the coffee table. “You need anything else before I go?”

“Maybe some ketamine?” Eddie’s eyes widen at your joke, delivered too deadpan for him to catch your sarcasm. “That helps you sleep, right?”

“Or I could just give you some acid and watch you stare at Squid for a few hours? Turning into an actual octopus and then back to a baby, I’ll even try to get her crying as a real treat for you.”

The two of you are now full-blown laughing now, the air light between you.

“We’ll save that for another night, I reckon.”

“Good call.”

Strolling over to you, he wraps his leather-clad arms around you, tucking you tight to his chest. You’re consumed by his musky scent, familiar and warm to the two girls in the room. Extending your arms, you lock your hands around his waist, scratching your nails absent-mindedly along the cotton shirt.

“Thank you for everything.” You mumble into the thrum of his heartbeat.

“It’s nothing.” He pulls away to get a glimpse of your face, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your gaze up to meet his. “You’re doing so well. Don’t forget that.”

Despite being all cried out, you feel the telltale prickle of tears stinging the inner corners of your eyes as you nod. And, just like he did with Audrey, he leans down to press his plump lips to your forehead, leaving a quick peck on your skin.

“See you tomorrow.” He gives your shoulder a firm squeeze before turning on his heel towards the front door. You shiver at the loss of contact, wrapping your arms around yourself to simulate the experience of being held. Chewing on your bottom lip, you fight a mental battle with yourself in a nanosecond, glancing down at the crib where Audrey has succumbed to sleep. “Eddie?” You call out, resulting in him stopping in his tracks, hand still on the door handle.

“Mmm?”

“Um, this is a bit weird to ask. But, uh- if you, would you mind maybe staying here tonight? You don’t have to, but um- you’re good with Audrey and I might get an extra hour's sleep if you were here to check on her through the night. Like, I’ll get up to feed her, but she can just get fussy and maybe if you were here she-”

Eddie had heard enough, silencing your ramble with a nod of his head, eyes closed as he smiles humbly.

“‘Course.” Relief hits you, picking at your nails to disperse any remaining nervous energy. “I’ll just run home and grab some pillows and a blanket for the couch, alright?”

“Oh, the couch sucks. I’ve crashed on it many nights and you’ll wake up feeling like shit. If you’re okay with it-” Oh my god, are you really about to say this? “-You’re welcome to just share my bed?”

Eddie freezes, contemplating the offer. “And you’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean, I share the bed with Robin all the time. And I’m sure you snore quieter than she does.”

Gaze down at his shoes scuffing the floor, his tongue pokes into the corner of his mouth. “What about pajamas? I mean, I’ve got stuff at mine I can get…”

“Eddie, in case you forgot I was pregnant with a whole-ass human for nine months. I’m sure I’ve got clothes that will fit you.”

He simply hums in agreement, releasing the door knob from his grasp and meandering to the center of the room.

“Yeah, okay.” He shoots you a warm smile. “Mind if I grab a shower first? Someone’s in a fresh diaper and it’s not me.”

You roll your eyes while he chuckles, making his way past you with a scruff of your hair. “Dude, so gross…”

You should have washed your sheets. You should have tidied up the mountain of clothes sitting in the corner, or at the very least picked up the straggling items strewn across the stained carpet. You should have decluttered your bedside table, decorated with balms, half-empty plastic bottles and the odd candy wrapper. But then again, you weren’t expecting a guest in your bedroom tonight.

The window above your bed is cracked open, allowing a fresh breeze to enter, eliminating any potential stuffiness. The cotton sheets are soft against your skin, two pillows now absorbing the remnants of water seeping from your damp hair. The rattling of pipes above your head ceases as the water supply is cut off, the sliding door of the shower opens in the ensuite. Moments later, the door swings open, and Eddie re-enters your room. His scraggly hair now roughly towel dried, ringlets forming at the ends while a crown of frizz haloed. Towel in hand, the bats adorning his forearm take flight as he scruffs his hair once more, peeks of pale skin now coming into your view. The waistband of his borrowed sweatpants hang low on his waist, hip bones barely peeking out over the black material. From the dark fabric, lines of ink bloom and flow across the expanse of skin, an indication of tattoos you did not know about.

“You got a shirt for me? Or is pants all I’m getting tonight?” His words snap you out of your daydream, before you can wonder where the tattoo ends below his waistband.

As you glance up, the towel is lowered to hip-height. At this moment, you realize that you forgot to give him a shirt to change into. Pale expanses of skin decorated with tattoos, scar tissue of wounds long since healed across his torso. You indicate to your oversized Bowie shirt at the base of the bed, a thrifted find you failed to try on before purchase, rendering it an awkward length dress on your frame. Taking the cover in his hand, he meanders back to the bathroom to hang up the towel. You can’t help but study the grooves across his broad back, the odd scar scattered across the smooth skin like a brushstroke of some obscure painting.

Precise, yet unintentional. Beautiful.

He emerges moments later, fully dressed, giving you a small twirl. “How do I look?”

“Better than I ever did in those.” You reply as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Not sure about Bowie, a bit different to my usual taste but we can rectify that later.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Snuggling into the sheets, Eddie smiles as he pulls back the covers. “I’ll take the first shift, alright?”

“Sure.” And with that, you reach over and switch off the bedside lamp. “Night, Eddie.”

“Night.”

Despite the seductive call of rest, sleep does not come easily for the first hour. You’re acutely aware of the body beside you, occupying the same close space once reserved for Steve. It’s alien. Unfamiliar and yet simultaneously comforting. With the constant shuffling of bedsheets beside you, you roll the dice on the odds that Eddie is in the same situation.

Andy’s words continue to ring out through the quiet room, reverberating like an echo. Hitting you like a bullet to the chest over and over again, picking away at the scabs you’ve spent months trying to heal.

“Eddie?” You mumble, still facing away from the metalhead.

“Mmm?” A gravelly voice replies through the darkness.

“You awake?”

“No.” Letting out a huff, you can practically hear his grin as he rolls over to face you. “What’s up?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you think about your little girl in the next room. Peacefully sleeping, tucked up, unaware of the impact she’s had on the world in her short time here.

“Do you, um- do you think I would have ruined Steve’s life?” You allow the gravity of your question to hang in the air, unable to bring yourself to face him. “Like, if he was still here, do you think he would have been able to have the future he wanted even with Audrey and I in the picture?”

“Why would you-“ He shifts, figure towering over you as he cranes to glimpse your face through the light streaming in through the curtains above. “Did Andy say something to you?”

You don’t reply, the lump in your throat a threatening harbinger of tears dancing precariously on the edge of release. That familiar ache of inadequacy returns to the pit of your stomach, causing you to sink under the weight. Picking at a loose thread on the pillow case, you fail to formulate a response. But you don’t need to. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie is seething beside you, heart pumping adrenaline through his veins. He’s contemplating how long it would take to find Andy’s house if he left right now, and what sound his bones would make as they crush into fragments beneath the blow of his knuckles. Your silence is a response in itself, edging his body closer to yours.

“Hey…” Fingers delicately brush hair off your cheek, and you fight against the urge to retreat from the contact. It’s not that you don’t enjoy the sensation, you do. But in a vulnerable moment like this, your modus operandi is to shrink away and cope with it solo. Instead, you tilt your head to catch a glimpse of Eddie, faintly lit but his reassuring manner is clear as day.

“Sometimes I- I’m glad he’s gone.” Guilt burns in your chest at your admission. “I miss him a lot but fuck, what kind of a life would he have come back to? A kid tying him down, fucking up his future. It’s better this way, y’know?”

“Don’t say that.”

“I just- I wanted so much more for him. He deserved so much more than this-”

“Stop.” His command is clear, firm yet gentle. “Why do you always do that to yourself?”

“Do what?”

“Make out like you’re a burden, because you’re not. You might be the best thing that’s happened to m- all of us, in a long time.”

“‘m sorry.” Tears are now steadily cascading from the corners of your eyes, ticking the edges of your ears. Eddie shifts closer beside you, the warmth of his chest to your side immensely comforting.

“Listen. Harrington cared about you, a lot more than he led on. And I can tell you for a fact he would have loved Squid more than anything in this world.”

Teeth grinding together, you will the heartache to vanish. It doesn’t. All the whole Eddie continues lightly stroking the loose strands of hair framing your face.

“Yeah?”

“Are you kidding me? You saw him with the kids, he was a natural at wrangling them, loved the idea of having a big brood. If he was here, he’d probably be asking you to pop out another one and the two of you would be in a motorhome heading out west somewhere.” You ache at the thought of a life that will never be. “And with you of all people? Fuck, there’s worse ways for a guy to end up in this world. Some of us would be so lucky.”

“I just- I know how this past year has been for you, and I don’t want you to feel like you need to take all of our shit on top of that. Plus, you being seen in public with me-”

“What, worried people will start making assumptions about us?”

“No! God, I just don’t want to give the people of this town another reason to talk about you behind your back. What with my reputation and all.”

“You’re worried about me?” He chuckles lightly. “Sweetheart, I’m not sure if you’ve heard the rumors about me, but this is better than I could have ever expected after all the shit that went down last year. I mean look at me, getting to spend my night with the cutest girl in town. And you, of course.”

He grins ear to ear at the genuine smile he’s earned from you, however short-lived it may be. With his forefinger, he swipes away the recently shed tear before it can reach your hairline.

“And Andy? Fuck, a guy like him doesn’t know the first thing about life. Having such an easy ride, he couldn’t do half the shit you have in the last year.”

Mind numb, you simply nod in response. Your tears are now running dry, finding solace in his genuine reassurance. Eyes sore, your gaze lands on the worn neckline of his shirt, shadows casted onto the skin beneath creating valleys out of his collarbones. Without thinking, you reach for the guitar-pick necklace dangling from his neck and rub your finger across the smooth ornament. Back and forth for a moment or two, sniffling as you take the first steps towards composure.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You mumble, peering up at the man before you. Watching the steady motion of his hand running through your hair, his eyes catch yours with pure kindness, patience you’re not accustomed to.

“You’re the strongest person I know. Please don’t forget that.” His hand traces around the frame of your face, his palm finding solace in the crook of your jawline just below your ear. Subconsciously, you can’t help but lean into the sensation, relishing in the comfort of your face being cupped. Grounding yourself in the heat of his palm against your skin. Understanding that this is what safety feels like.

Slowly, Eddie lowers his plump lips to your forehead, much like he did earlier. But this time, it isn’t a hasty goodbye.

It’s measured. Calculated. And, unbeknownst to you, very brave.

Lips meet skin, soft and supple. Hand still caressing your cheek with subconscious strokes of his thumb. You can’t resist closing your eyes to lean into the sensation.

It’s nice. Comfortable. And something he definitely hasn’t done before.

Almost as if you’re afraid of losing this moment too soon, your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping it in place despite Eddie having no intention of moving it.

Eddie swears he feels his heart skip a beat as your fingers curl around his arm, mentally praying you can’t feel his heart about to pump out of his chest with your bodies pressed together. The scent of your shampoo lingers on your scalp where the bridge of his nose rests, filling his senses. He, too, closes his eyes. He wages an internal war, knowing he should pull back but can’t help but fall victim to the comfort of this moment. Grasp tightening slightly on your skin, he remains selfish for a beat longer. And you let him.

When he does pull away, you’re placed under an intimate microscope of study. Big brown eyes inches away from your face, studying for any sign of discomfort. Nothing to be found. His hand continues to cradle, nose remaining close enough to feel the soft breath fanning your face.

In the faint light peeking through the fluttering curtains, shadows are cast across the hollows of his face, painting an intimate portrait of the man you’d not taken the time to inspect closely. The creases scattered across his forehead, indicators of a life filled with pain and regret. Faint stubble littered across his strong jawline, further emphasizing the severity of his bone structure.

How his full bottom lip curls inward slightly, lost in thought. A perfectly shaped cupids-bow, the soft flush of pink tinging his skin, the way the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. The suggestion of minty toothpaste ghosting across your face, as if you could taste it.

Eddie’s breath hitches as he watches your gaze flicker from his lips back up to his eyes, ceasing the smoothing motion of his thumb on your cheek. He feels as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, like a young child caught red-handed reaching into the cookie jar. Yet, he doesn’t retreat. He’s done with running. His hand remains, a heavy-lidded gaze locked onto yours. And he can’t help but drink in the vision of you lying before him. Unapologetically and shamelessly.

It’s blurry, how the inches begin to lessen between your faces, the distance edging closed as breaths intermingle. It’s entirely possible you leant forward, recalling the vague sensation of cool air hitting the back of your neck from the partially dried hair clinging to it. Equally as likely, the adrenaline coursing through Eddie’s system rendered his actions perfunctory. Nights spent thinking, wondering, pining, culminating in this moment of sheer bravery.

Not driven by the outcome. Just the desire for closeness. For more. For you.

Your eyes flutter half-closed as you feel the tip of his nose brush against yours, the contact sending shivers down your spine. An unspoken game of chicken, waiting for the other to back down while mouths edge closer still. Your hand creeps up, laid flat across the top of his against your cheek, the inches between you charged with electricity. No one backs down. Neither of you want to.

Anticipation crescendos as you feel his lips ghosting above, unable to distinguish if they are meeting yours or the charged tension in the air existing between you has manifested on your skin. A suggestion of skin on skin, holding back the tidal wave of desperation simmering beneath the surface.

Close enough to taste-

The two of you jolt apart as a fierce wail echoes through the living room, finding your respective sides of the bed. Heart pounding, you steady your breath as Eddie struggles to look at you, shooting from under the covers.

“I’ll get her.” He mumbles awkwardly, staggering to his feet like he’s lost faith in his limbs to keep himself upright. “You um- try to get some sleep, okay? Night.”

And without a second glance in your direction, he swings the bedroom door closed behind him. The sudden distance between you hits you like a gut punch. Of all the stupid things you did tonight, this may have been the stupidest. You should feel glad for Audrey’s perfectly-timed interruption, grateful to know you won’t be getting up every few hours to attend to her. You can sleep freely. But fuck, with the rate your heart is pounding right now, you wonder if you’ll get any rest at all tonight. As you lay your head back on the pillow, you let out an exasperated sigh, trying to return your heart rate to a steady pace.

The bed suddenly feels entirely too empty.

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mikrochasm · 2 years ago

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First Kisses, part 1

Summary: collection of scenarios for your first kiss with SVT. Just a couple members because they were easy to write about lol

Content: just fluff! Just kissing! :) reader is g/n

A/N: Hi :) I'm new to SVT tumblr and wanted a space to try out writing! Hope you enjoy!

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Jeonghan

Jeonghan kisses you the moment he realizes his feelings. Why wait? You’d come over to his place to hang out and the two of you ended up sitting on his couch having a heart-to-heart for hours about anything and everything that came to mind. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen, but then you started talking about your recent failed date, speaking poorly for yourself and imagining bleak futures, and hearing you speak that way tugged at Jeonghan’s heart a little extra. You’d both complained about your love lives before- why did it affect him so much this time? His thoughts suddenly shifted from “they deserve better” to “I would be so much better for them.” Shit clicked on like a lightbulb. Without even thinking he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you towards him mid-sentence. It was chaste and quick, not even giving you time to respond. He pulled away only slightly to gauge your reaction, and he swears he could see your lightbulb click on too.

Soonyoung

God I…love him sm.

He’d wanted to kiss you since the very first date, but was worried it was too forward. Something this special needed to be taken slow, he reasoned. But in reality he’d built it up a little too much in his mind and was now more than a little nervous. Him- nervous? It was driving him crazy. He decided he just needed to rip of the metaphorical Band-Aid, so he steeled himself going into the date that it was going to happen. He thought about just going for it when he met you outside the restaurant- no that was too casual. He thought about leaning over the table after you toasted glasses- no that would be too awkward. He thought about doing it after you both stood up to leave- no there’s too many people around (why didn’t that cross his mind for the other two scenarios?). Lo and behold the next thing he knew 2 hours had passed and he was walking you to your front door and he………….hugged you goodbye? No! The thunk of your door closing woke him up from the trance. No! No!!! He knocked immediately and you opened up, confused but with little time to think because in a second Soonyoung’s hands pulled you in by the shoulders and he crashed his lips into yours, body entirely too tense. He only relaxed when you pulled away slightly to whisper a “finally,” against his lips before going back in for more, you both smiling against each other.

Seokmin

You know that electric feeling at the start of a relationship before either of you have made any sort of physical move on each other, and the air is dense with anticipation and the silence is so heavy it’s loud? A first kiss, a first anything, with Seokmin is like that. After a few first dates he invited you over to watch a movie, but movie be damned because all you could think about was the closeness between you two. His thigh touching yours, hands laying on their respective legs as if to show the other person it was there, but you’re both too chickenshit to actually initiate anything dskafgdhsjf eventually he brushes his fingers against yours and you accept him and let your hands interlock. It’s only 30-seconds later that he makes the bold move of wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you just slightly more towards him. Somehow feeling starved for touch you connect your free hand with his, and he instantly rubs his thumb against your skin in appreciation. When the movie finishes he reaches for the remote to shut the TV off and the two of you sit there in silence, hands still together and you cuddled into him. He shifts a little which causes you to shift a little and now you’re looking at each other. He releases his hand from yours and pulls you in by your chin to kiss you. You both smile into the kiss and have to pull away because you’re laughing, and giddy, and elated, and relieved that you can both start loving on each other how you’ve always wanted.

Dino

If I’ve learned anything about SVT it’s that they will not let Dino live peacefully. You’re at a party together, maybe a few drinks in, dancing and enjoying each other’s company. The other members presumed that since your relationship is exclusive now, that the two of you have surely kissed already. Dino hadn’t said anything otherwise, but it’s because he’s embarrassed he hasn’t been able to make a move. He knew you were special and he wanted to savor every moment, leading to him taking this agonizingly slow. The members being none the wiser, tease the two of you (ahem: Dino) at the party, stupidly chanting for the two of you to kiss, clinking on glasses, slapping him on the back, stuff like this. He was already grabbing your waist from dancing and was now acutely aware of your closeness. He could smell your perfume, connect the dots of your freckles, and watch as your eyes moved to his lips, jumpstarting his heart. Fueled by this, the vodka, and the chiding of his 12 brothers, he closed the gap, sealed the deal, and shamelessly kissed you like a man starved. After the party when he came to his senses, he profusely apologized to you, going off about how he imagined your first kiss differently, and how he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You just smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, telling him that your first kiss stemming from the goading of the other members was perfectly on brand.

#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #jeonghan imagines #hoshi imagines #dk imagines #dino imagines #seventeen scenarios

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littleonixel · 2 years ago

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Tag your THE MOST CLOSEST MUTUALS you ever met, let then know how strong you love them.

Love is in air❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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u1travi0lett · 4 years ago

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would you do fluff with colin? maybe baking with him and he keeps getting flour all over himself and he’s just a big soft dork? i miss him 🥺

An: Ofc! Colin is honestly the biggest softie ever and I honestly miss him sm. Sorry I replied to your ask so late!! I’ve been sooo busy with school and stuff lately and haven’t had the time too write :((

Absolutely Smitten • C.Z

Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Type: tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: non pure fluff

Plot: Colin being an absolute attention seeking dork, challenges you to a bake off to prove himself as ‘the master baker’. You both know he’s useless at baking but he’s adorable for trying.

!NOT PROOF READ!

She rested her head heavily upon his chest. The tips of her fingers curling around the loose fabric of his shirt, an attempt to snuggle closer to him. He held one arm loosely around her waist, the other gently stroking her hair. The tv in the background remained on a low volume as an episode of cake wars aired. Neither of them were really watching it, only paying attention during the particularly funny parts.

„I bet your ass I could bake a better cake than that.” Colin stated, gesturing towards the slightly lob-sided cake presented on the screen.

Y/n, knowingly, let out a slight chuckle at his remark. He couldn’t even toast bread without burning it never mind bake a cake!

„Mrs Zabel,” he huffed, noticing the slight sarcasm within her laugh „are you seriously doubting my amazing baking skills?”

She turned slightly, coming face to face with her husband. He was pouting heavily, acting as if he was seriously wounded by her reaction. He looked too adorable, like a little lost puppy.

„Awe baby,” She cooed, pinching his cheek softly. „of course I’m not.”

He rubbed his face against the palm of her hand, an indication he wanted further contact. Y/n began to caress his cheek softly, she rubbed her thumb in an up and down motion as her palm remained firmly cupping his rosy cheeks.

„however…” she continued „baking isn’t really your strong suit.”

He jolted back, breaking contact with his lover. His lips formed in the shape of an ‘o’ and his expression showed he was very clearly offended by his wife’s comment.

„how do you know if baking not my ‘strong suit’ or not?” He questioned, his arms now firmly locked into a cross position.

„well, I mean…last time we made cookies they didn’t turn out too good.” She giggled, recalling the time they both tried to bake chocolate chip cookies and failed miserably, burning them all to a crisp.

Colin chuckled at the reminder, yet he was still certain he could redeem himself within the baking region.

„I say we should have a bake off!” He suggested, scooting closer to his lover „it’s the only way I can prove to you my amazing baking skills. I’m wayyy better than last time, trust me. I’ve been practicing.”

Y/n pulled a face at her husbands suggestion. She knew almost definitely that Colin hadn’t been baking. Most of the time he was way too busy with work to do anything other than sleep in his spare time. He was always left so exhausted from working almost 11 hour days 5 to 7 days a week.

„what does the winner get?” she queried, warming up to the idea.

„A kiss.” He puckered his lips jokingly, leaning as close to y/n as possible.

She placed her hand between his lips and hers just before they could make contact, she then pushed his face away. He pouted at the action and looked down at his lap.

„that’s no fun.” She stated, clearly not impressed with the prize of the competition.

„but I thought you loved my kisses.” He sniffles, pretending to cry.

„Colin…” she reached out, placing her index and middle finger on the very tip of his chin, bringing his face up so they were now making eye contact. „of course I do.”

She leaned in planting a soft, quick kiss onto his rosy lips, they tasted like microwave popcorn and coffee, just as they always did on tv nights, perfect.

Colin’s loving smile instantly re-appeared as their lips parted. He was clearly very content with the little kiss they had shared.

„so if winner doesn’t get a kiss, then what do they get?” He questioned, burying his face into the crook of his lovers neck.

„how about, the winner get too…” she trailed off, a million different possible answers crossing her mind. „Gets too…order the other person around for 24 hours straight! The looser can’t say no to anything the winner says!”

Colin removed his face from her neck and nodded. „thats actually a really good idea.” He noted, wrapping his arms around her waist ever so carefully.

All of a sudden, he swung her onto his lap. This came to no surprise to y/n as Colin was always doing little things like that. Although, he hated to admit it, he’s the undoubtedly clingy one within the relationship, always needing to be making contact when together, whether in public or not.

„So angel,” He smiled lovingly, carefully brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “we gonna get to baking, or what?”

Y/n let out a small squeal as Colin unexpectedly shifted beneath her, picking her up bridal style, his strong arms carrying her reliably as she clung onto the loose fabric of his shirt. She was absolutely petrified that he was going to drop her but she knew deep down he wouldn’t let that happen, he cared too much.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as he set her down upon the kitchen counter, his hands still lingering around her waist as hers remained clinging to his shirt. He let out a soft chuckle at the horror still prominent on her face.

„did you really think I’d drop my prize possession?” Colin chuckled, planting a soft, warm kiss upon his lovers forehead.

Y/n laughed, hitting her husband playfully on the shoulder as she did so, scolding him for his previous behaviour.

He pouted jokingly at her and then instantly sprang into action, rummaging through the cupboards and retrieving all of the ingredients and equipment you would need to assemble a cake. Y/n watched in awe as he did so, swinging her legs to the non existent music playing.

She hopped down from the countertop once everything was lay out. Colin stood proudly in-front of the kitchen island, studying each piece of equipment while trying to figure out what do with it next. Y/n snook up behind him in this moment, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head upon his shoulder. He smiled at the action, nestling his hot cheek against hers.

„What next mrs Zabel?” He whispered softly, the heat within his breath prominent as it hit her cheek.

She blushed at the sudden intimacy of the situation. Although her and Colin were married and had been dating for many year prier she still couldn’t help but get nervous around him sometimes. He was just too perfect to be true.

„well erm…” she started „i can’t help you Mr Zabel, I mean this is a competition after all.” she smiled smugly, removing her arms from around his waist and abandoning him at his counter.

He sulked at her reply but then got to work not soon after, as did y/n. She found this task to be as simple as an easy morning breeze, she was used to baking and found she was rather good at it. While Colin was at work she found herself feeling lonely without him around, so she turned to hobbies. Many of them didn’t work out, or only lasted a short amount of time but baking wasn’t one of them. It was one of the very few that actually worked out, it was something she truly enjoyed and found passion in doing. Plus it kept Colin happy as he just couldn’t resist a home baked good once getting home from work.

Y/n worked at her mixture slowly, making sure every ingredient had mixed accordingly. She looked over her shoulder to see a frustrated Colin, his hair sticking up and his cheeks streaked with flour. She let out a slight giggle at the sight of him. Once the mixture was ready she removed the spatula, licking the excess contents of batter upon it before tossing it aside. She gently brushed the flour that clung onto her clothing away and then walked over to Colin.

Once again, she wrapped her arms around his waist but this time she placed a kiss onto the back his head as she did so. The notable tenseness within his posture relaxed at her touch. Colin felt a smile appear upon his face at the presence of his wife. He spun around, placing his hands on her shoulders causing their eyes to meet.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, I mean her husband did look ridiculous. His hair messy and sticking up while he had flour smeared across his face and batter trailing down his clothes.

She smiled lovingly at his adorableness, the love she had for this man was so powerful it made her heart swell. She leant in placing two loving kisses upon both cheeks, removing some of the flour from them as she did so. He blushed slightly at the contact, turning his face away in embarrassment.

She leant over his shoulder, scanning over the chocolate cake batter he had managed to create. Surprisingly, it didn’t look too bad, not too bad at all. It looked to be perfectly measured into the tin and the consistency looked to be almost perfect. She smiled, maybe Colin was right about being a master baker.

„We gonna get these baked then Mrs Zabel?” He asked, a soft loving smile held on his face as he spoke.

She nodded, scurrying her way over to her counter to retrieve her tin of batter. Once she did so she carefully placed it into the oven along with Colin’s.

„ how long til these baby’s are cooked?” He queried, wrapping his arms around his lovers waist and pulling her closer to him, leading her body to be now firmly pressed up against his.

„well google says around 30 minutes to an hour so.” She shrugged, resting her forehead on his chest.

„so you think we’ll have time for cuddles?” He pouted hopefully, his deep brown eyes bore into hers as he spoke.

“I’d say so.” She chuckled softly, a huge smile appearing on Colin’s face.

He instantly scooped her up into his arms. However, this time she wasn’t squealing due to his suddenness, she snuggled closer to him as he carried her to the couch. He lay her down carefully, then retreating to their shared bedroom to retrieve a blanket for them both.

He gently draped the blanket over her form, tucking her in before sliding in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him as he nestled his face into her hair. She hummed in content as he did so, her hands entwined with his which sit comfortably on her lower stomach. They lay in harmony in each-others arms, completely in peace in that moment.

„did I ever mention how much I love you, y/n” he whispered softly, his voice like a soft melody to her ears.

She let out a soft giggle at his words, shifting within his grasp as she turned to face him. „you tell me literally every day Colin” she replied.

„that’s still not enough.” He chuckled softly.

He then began attacked her with little kisses, peppering her with them as he repeated under his breath ‘I love you’ over and over.

“I love you too.” She finally replied, causing Colin to stop attacking her face with mini kisses.

She pressed a loving, warm kiss onto his soft yet noticeably chapped lips. He melted within her touch, his hand making it’s way to her cheek as he let the kiss linger a little while longer. They both decidably pulled apart, their hearts racing and their breaths hitched.

Y/n collapsed into her husbands frame, only just realising how exhausted she was from all of their previous shenanigans. Colin lay his head upon hers as hers rested upon the centre of his chest. He wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife, slowly rubbing her back comfortingly with the palm of his hands. He began tracing little circles on the centre on her back, causing her to fall deeper into a sleepy trance.

She looked up at her husband, who returned the glance mutually. A sleepy smile painted upon his angelic face as he gazed upon her, he was obviously extremely tired too.

Y/n let out a deep yawn.

„it’s okay baby, if your tired go to sleep.” He advised, his voice soft as velvet as he spoke.

„Only if you promise to get out the cakes.” she murmured into his chest. „don’t let them burn”

„I won’t.” He chuckled softly „now get some sleep angel.”

Colin pressed a loving kiss onto the top of his lovers for head and snuggled closer to her. She instantly felt herself fall into slumber as she lay there, her eyes heavy and her mind blank. The only remaining thought rattling her mind her husbands pure beauty.

Although, Colin was meant to retrieve the cakes from the oven, he fell asleep shortly after y/n did. Leaving the cakes to bake for around 2 and a half hours. He only woke up due to the smell. Realising that he did indeed burn the baked goods once again. Maybe baking wasnt for him after all.

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an: sorry this imagine sucks so bad I had no idea how to end it and half way through lost passion for it 😭

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