#Marianna (F! Reader)

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The Boys Headcanons Part 1

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Trigger Warning: NSFW Headcanons included. Read at own risk. Slight angst.

Author's Note: If you want more of these headcanons for either the female reader or female reader with a character let me know.

Lineage Headcanons~

Her parents, Katarina and Ivan were also known as "The Russian Titans" known for their superhuman strength, superhuman durability, and their ability to manipulate and control the elements. Katarina had the power to summon and control lightning, while Ivan possessed the ability to manipulate and shape earth and stone.

Her older brother, Mikhail was born in 1950, born with Superhuman strength, superhuman durability and agility. Mikhail was the golden child who couldn't do wrong.

Much like their second eldest, Aleksandr which was born in 1955, much like his predecessors had Superhuman strength, superhuman durability and agility. He also had the ability to manipulate and control water.

Katarina and Ivan had twin daughters, Yelena and Octavia, born in 1958. Yelena inherited her mother's ability to manipulate and control electricity. She had precise control over lightning, which she could use to devastating effect. Yelena could disable electronics, create electrical barriers, and even use lightning as a weapon.

Octavia inherited her father Ivan's power to manipulate and shape earth and stone. This allowed her to move mountains, create seismic tremors, and shape the ground at will. Her abilities allowed her to create powerful barriers, control the terrain during battles, and unleash destructive earthquakes when needed.

Back Story Based Headcanons

Marianna was born in 1966, youngest member of the Volkova family, she got the Superhuman Strength, agility, speed and durability due to a unique combination of her bloodline being carefully selective and enhanced through advanced genetic engineering techniques. However her aging is so slow, appearing to be frozen in time when Vought Corporation discovered her when she was in an exchange student program in 1981 in New York, she was in high school still at the time and she said she'd consider it further once she graduated.

She trained in Sambo, Systema and Krav Maga even after her teen years passed by.

She got into cage fighting because her brothers introduced her to it to hope it would be enough to direct her hyperactivity somewhere else or in their words. "To ensure she would not burn the house down."

Despite her formidable physical abilities, Marianna had always felt like an outsider within her own family. While her siblings possessed unique elemental powers, she only had her enhanced physicality to rely on. This led her to develop a relentless drive to prove herself and find her place in the world.

Up until a fight with her brother, she only knew she had superhuman strength, agility, speed, and durability. But during that fight, something unexpected happened. She mimicked her older brother's Mikhail's powers. Which left her afraid, even after her older brother tried to comfort her. She was terrified when it happened the first time which led to her hiding for three days in her bedroom, refusing to come out.

During those three days, her older brother Mikhail told their parents what happened, and they decided to seek the help of Dr. Jonah Vogelbaum, a renowned scientist and expert in superhuman abilities. Dr. Vogelbaum conducted extensive tests on Marianna and discovered that she possessed the unique ability to mimic and absorb the powers of other superhumans. This ability had never been seen before and was a result of the advanced genetic engineering techniques used on her bloodline.

Driven by curiosity and the desire to understand her newfound abilities, Marianna agreed to undergo further experimentation under Dr. Vogelbaum's guidance. Over the next few years, she trained rigorously to control and harness her mimicry powers. She learned to selectively absorb the powers of other superhumans, allowing her to access their abilities temporarily.

Homelander and Marianna met the first time in 1991, when she was 25 and he was 10, they met the first time during a Vought-sponsored event where Marianna was demonstrating her powers to a select audience.

Between those events she got into wrestling, UFC, and other combat sports, using her enhanced physical abilities and newly acquired mimicry powers to dominate her opponents. She quickly gained fame and became a celebrated figure in the world of competitive fighting.

She became known as "The Silver Devil" in 1994, she was also given another title by butcher as "The Chameleon Warrior.", Frenchie called her "The Shapeshifter Queen,", Kimiko referred to her as "Sister."

Homelander's second encounter with her was in 2005, he was 24 years old and she was 39 years old. During an event which showed off her progress in terms of her mimicry, which was far more advanced than the last time she showed it off. Marianna's mimicry powers had evolved to a level where she could seamlessly absorb and utilize the powers of multiple superhumans at once. This impressive demonstration caught Homelander's attention, and he couldn't help but be intrigued by her abilities.

Marianna agreed to more testing and she was working on a Forensics Pathologist PhD at the same time, which allowed her to contribute to the scientific understanding of superhuman abilities. She became a valuable asset to Vought Corporation, assisting in the analysis of superhuman DNA and helping to develop new methods for enhancing and controlling powers.

Soldier Boy and Marianna met after he woke up in 2022, her statement of, "Welcome back to the land of the living old man." was a playful greeting as she approached Soldier Boy, who had just woken up from a long slumber. Marianna, still in her prime at 56 years old, had become a respected and influential figure within Vought Corporation. Her extensive knowledge of superhuman abilities, combined with her own unique mimicry powers, made her an invaluable asset in their pursuit of enhancing and controlling powers. She also stated, "A lot of things changed since you went to sleep in 84',"

NSFW Headcanons

Marianna plays heavy metal whenever she fucks, she specifically plays songs from either Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica or Pantera.

She's a switch when it comes to being a dom or sub.

She has no problem using the safe word "red" if things get too intense.

She watches porn and she isn't ashamed to admit it either.

She has no problem with dirty talk. As long as she is not called a slut.

She is very open minded sexually.

Marianna is rather open with her bisexuality.

She had at least three previous partner's in her life time.

She's not ashamed of what she likes or how she likes it.

She doesn't have any problems with age differences.

She does not have any hangups about size differences.

She knows her limits and she will tell you about them.

She loves to tease men and women.

She loves to be blindfolded during sex.

She is also into hentai just much as porn.

She has a praise kink.

Homelander x Marianna Headcanons

Met again during Vought Sponsor event which featured Marianna as "The Silver Devil." For a Vought sponsored event, Marianna and Homelander are on the same team. They must work together to complete a series of challenges during the event. As they work together, they begin to respect and appreciate each other's abilities.

Likes to call him "Blondie" in reference to his blonde hair. Not to make fun of him, it was just the nickname that she felt was appropriate given the lack of information she had about him.

Marianna is the only person who can truly see Homelander as he is, good and bad. She's not judgmental and doesn't tolerate his nonsense.

Homelander and Marianna have a complicated relationship. They are both incredibly powerful Supes. However, they have very different approaches to using their powers. While Marianna is more playful and mischievous, Homelander is often ruthless and power-hungry.

Marianna has a great deal of fun teasing Homelander and poking fun at his ego. She knows that he is sensitive about his public image, yet she also understands that he secretly enjoys the attention she draws to him.

Homelander likes the way she expresses her disappointment in others, the way she raises an eyebrow and looks the human or supe up and down. She would also cross her arms if it was a supe or facepalm if it was a human. The sarcastic comments of "Sure, Let's go with that one, what's the harm in that?" or "I know you're making a mistake, but I'm not going to stop you." or "No, here I thought it would be good idea for your 'brilliant' plan. Go on lets hear it then."

If it happened to be a supe who had drawn her ire, Marianna would also cross her arms, a gesture that exuded authority and dominance. It was a physical manifestation of her disapproval, a non-verbal message that said, "You're not impressing anyone with that display."

7. However there have been moments were she was also rather dark, intimidating and relentless. These moments were rare like the moon's eclipse or a supermoon. In these moments she was well and truly angry. As its more of silent and brooding type of anger that simmers inside of her. Compared to his overt displays of aggression. The louder 'angry' parts were not her actually angry. It was just her pretending to be angry.

An Example of this was the aftermath of a rather bloody fight, Homelander walked in on the aftermath of it rather than the other way around with her seeing it. Her suit was covered in blood, despite the fact that it was black and the blood wasn't obvious due the two shades being rather dark. She wasn't wearing her mask, so her face was covered by it. She would just stand there for a solid fifteen minutes, staring at the bodies around her. "It's a shame it came to this, but at least it is done." she stated after fifteen minutes taking her glaive from one of them.

8. At a party at the home of a Vought executive, Homelander and Marianna are both invited. At the party, they meet a group of Supes who are all in the process of making an impression on each other. Homelander dislikes their superficiality and arrogance, but Marianna enjoys their antics.

Marianna's Behaviour Headcanons

To a human who is being cruel to another human, she might raise an eyebrow and give them a once-over, as if to say:

"Really? You're going to pick on someone weaker than you? That's pathetic."

"You're so insecure that you have to put others down to make yourself feel better?"

"You're so pathetic, I'm not even going to waste my time on you."

"You're so brave, picking on someone who can't defend themselves. Why don't you go find someone your own size?"

"You're so pathetic, I'm actually starting to pity you."

"Is everything alright at home? Maybe you should take a step back and look at your own life before you judge someone else's."

"Congratulations! You've just won the award for the biggest jerk on the planet."

"Go home, both of you, before you hurt yourselves."

To a Supe who is using their powers for evil, she might give them a cold stare and say:

"You're supposed to be a hero. What the hell are you doing?"

"Please, don't hurt yourself with that ego of yours."

"Oh, you're so powerful and invincible. I'm sure nothing could ever go wrong."

"Oh, look at you, Mr. High and Mighty Supe. You think you're so much better than humans, but you're nothing more than a bully."

"I hope you enjoy being a monster, because that's what you're becoming."

"You're supposed to be a protector, not a bully. How pathetic."

 "Why don't you go find someone your own size? Oh, wait, you can't, because you're all cowards."

"Oh, that's perfectly normal. After all, you're a superhero. You can do whatever you want, right?"

"You're abusing your power. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You're making all of us look bad. Stop it."

"You're a disgrace to all Supes."

"Maybe you should go back to where you came from."

To a supe picking on another Supe:

"What's the matter, kitten? Did someone steal your boyfriend?"

"Are you trying to prove something?"

"Is this your idea of a good time?"

"You're not very good at this, are you?"

"Why don't you just give up now?"

"I'm not sure what's more pathetic: the fact that you're picking on someone your own size, or the fact that you're doing it in front of an audience."

"Are you trying to impress your mommy and daddy?"

"Are you trying to make yourself feel better by putting someone else down?"

"Maybe you should stop wasting everyone's time and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

"Act your age not your damn shoe size."

To a Supe who is using their powers for evil and is about to kill Marianna:

"Do you really think you're getting away with this? There are people who care about me. They'll find you and make you pay."

"You're going to hell for this."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You're not going to win."

"I forgive you."

"You're a disgrace to the Vought name."

"You're not a hero. You're a villain."

"You're no better than the criminals you're supposed to be fighting."

Bedroom Headcanons

Marianna has rubber ducks of different colours in a row on a display shelf. She owns at least 13 small rubber ducks so far.

She also has a poster of a giant duck with the word pathetic on it. On the door outside of her bedroom. [Reference]

She has a three monitor computer set-up office across from her bedroom. Which was consider an extension of her bedroom as there was only a curtain separating the two.

She has a draw full of precious gemstones that she likes the most.

The following were inside of the draw: Black Opal, Fire Opal, Crystal Opal, White Opal, Opalite, Sodalite, Azurite, Larimar, Malachite, Bloodstone, Moss Agate and a few others that are quite rare.

5. She has at least four polar bear faux blankets for winter stuffed into the drawers underneath her king sized bed. Just in case the thinner blankets she usually has on her bed wasn't enough.

6. She has a walk in wardrobe of mostly black clothes, the only clothes that are of other colours used to belong to her older brother Mikhail or Aleksandr.

7. She loves getting men's shirts with graphic prints on them to wear to bed and she has a large collection of them inside her wardrobe.

8. The two lamps on either side of her bed on the end tables are in the shape of one of her favourite flowers called, "Lily of the Valley." [Reference Picture].

9. She prefers to have either silk or satin bed sheets in either the colour burgundy red or black.

10. Most of the paintings in her bedroom are painted by her mother.

[hereforthehitsbaby]

Now Connecting... Cooper Adams/Abbott x F!Reader

Synopsis: Maybe the mysterious stranger next door isn't as grumpy, or shy as you thought.

Warnings: Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Sex Toys, Language, Angst, Shy/Grumpy Cooper at First,

Rating: M

Author's Note: Hey, what’s that over there? *runs away*

Word Count: 3K

Tagging: @rubyfruitjungle @cherryinterlude @lilly3434 @amethystblackkchaos @rosaleelovesdilfs @babygorewhore @dirtylittlefairytales @redpillbluepill @strangererotica

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Vacations are suppose to be things of relaxation, not worrying about the mundane day to day. A time where you can let loose and be who you are, without judgement or differences. No one knows you, in fact you're almost like a ghost - here one day and gone the next It's fun, really fun to be that way - seeing people that you'll never see again. There is a rush being so close to strangers you have no idea what they will do, or what they will think - seeing you as a regular walker of life. Maybe the licks of confidence could be from the establishment where you were staying, or it could be from the mysterious people who wandered the halls like zombies. Suits, dresses, cases upon cases travelled up and down those carpeted halls - the echo's of business and pleasure radiating all around. There is no telling in where life will lead you all but, for some reason you are in this exact moment together - experiencing the same ticks and tricks with one another, though you may be rooms apart. Behind those closed doors, no one understands what each other are capable of - no how could they when it is all a mystery in the end? Business may be what brings them but, was it always as cracked up as it seemed? Was it really the type of business that you thought? No, of course not, it never was and it never would be in hindsight. But at the end of the day it was never your business, just move on and go forth with your time.

Getting the down time to take this vacation was the equivalent of pulling teeth. Your employer did not want to do anything in their power to let their best asset go for a period of time, then proceeded to get mad when you did not use your vacation time. It was a shit time all around - no matter what you had done it was like there was no pleasing the higher ups in a way. Not wanting to pay you out at the end of the year but still wanting you to take it - left you more confused and let down most days. Alas everything happens for a reason - right? It is possible to imagine the happiness and smirk on their face when you decided to take some well needed time off - leaving you to the suffices of the mortal realm rather than the hell hole you were about to crawl out of. For once it felt so nice to be free from all constraints of your job and be one with reality, not having to see the numbers or statistics of the bunch haunting your dreams like a demonic entity was enticing, calling your name further and further down in the end. You felt so relieved knowing you could walk away with no strings attached; No bosses weighing you down with out of work problems, or even being on call when jackass Todd wants to call out for another sporting event, (fuck you Todd!) This was your time now, one where you can remain vigilant and carefree; A life you have been destined to have. Your paradise was going to be in the shape of the United States. Specifically, Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia wasn't your top fifteen choices but, if you didn't visit your college roommate then she would've murdered you. Ever since the two of you graduated from your master’s program it was like the tides shifted per say; She had a new swanky job working as a full time pharmacist whilst you were working a 9-5 software job - building and breaking code - essentially being like Neo, but without sentient program agents trying to kill you. All of the excitement she thought this would be for you, she wanted to hear - in typical Marianna fashion after all. You agreed of course, and yet when you did you never anticipated the fact that she could get sick - especially for this day and age. It would be okay though, in hindsight it kind of needed to be per-say.

 The Embassy Suites would be your home for the next few weeks but that would be okay - everything was going to work out - it had to. In the back of your uber you watched as the blue skies molded into beauty with the sheer clouds - light speckles of greys and coal lacing the plush scenery; It would either snow or rain, a perfect lazy day in.

Disembarking from the car you waved your driver off, making sure to check out your ride whilst walking back to the hotel. Between the valet greeting you and the the concierge, you felt important, special in the eyes of strangers, a feeling so foreign to you. Out of the corner as you waltzed to the elevator's you could see the outline of a broad man; Chestnut hair in color, straight and slicked back, his jawline could cut glass. His autumn-colored sweater and mustard yellow jacket was something so basic, yet so enticing; Damn he could pull it off – he could make anything look good. Pads of boots could be heard striking the linoleum right in tandem with yours, causing your heart to race. For a moment you wished it was that mystery man residing at the check in desk with his suitcase - but then again you felt as if you were going to be too shy in the matter. Clicking the up button for the elevator you waited patiently, tucking your arms around your chest as you hum quietly. The footsteps stopped directly beside you, a pale skin form taking the same space up. Pulling your lip into a small smirk you swayed softly to this man's side, tilting your chin up to his tall form; "It's a good color on you," you spoke with sincerity, looking up at his gorgeous hazelnut eyes - wanting to dive into the journey of exploring them. Fuck, the fact that he had these little lines around his eyes when he smiled was so special - pulling you in closer as he flashes his toothy grin, the cutest gap sitting between. Nudging your shoulder with his upper arm, he spoke with conviction; "Thank you. Not as good as that blue though." The mystery man had a wink cascading over his form as the elevator doors open, his eyes once flicking to your exposed cleavage.

Following suit with his steps you pushed yourself into the metallic box after him - pressing yourself against the back corner as one does. Looking up at the numbered buttons you could see every single detail of this man's very large hands, causing you to swallow that pool of lust in your mouth; How would it feel to have his hands wrapped around your throat, or buried deep within you? Shaking those thoughts from your mind, you felt his intense gaze shine upon you - sending a warmth down your spine, noticing he was waiting for your floor number. "Uh, 15 please." You managed to choke out, not realizing how out of break you suddenly sounded. The man laughed as he nodded, clicking only the floor 15 button. "Well, looks like we are neighbors then. I'm Cooper." Holding his hand out for you, instantly you took it with a gentle grasp - shaking his hand up and down like a normal civilian, reciting your name for himself. Dropping it out of your own grasp softly, you giggled as you focused forward again, trying to keep your cool. "It is lovely to meet you, Cooper." Before he could respond, the double doors opened wide to reveal the plethora of rows where the elevators stood. Cream and burgundy colored carpeting stretched right up to the ends of every hallway, the soft material against your feet feeling like utter magic. It was a quickened shift when Cooper exited the elevator, nudging his head for you to follow.

"What room is yours?" It came out so naturally and free-falling, there was no pressure to shoo him away or even be weary of his intentions. Biting the inside of your lip you motioned to the left side of the hall, pointing to the 1500-1530 bracket, which caused Cooper to laugh. "Me too, room 1528." Your heart stopped in that moment, this had to be a fucking coincidence. "1527; Damn good job universe." It was a naturalized laugh that slipped from the mouth of Cooper, not forced or awkward in any way. It was nice to see a genuine human being after so many months of fake people coming through the wood works. The one thing that you did not like about this trek was that it was too short; Cooper and you came to your respected rooms far quicker than you anticipated. This was for certain that you would see him again - there wasn't a day in hell where you were going to let this man slip on by. Sliding your keycard over the tap screen, you sent Cooper a wink and closed the door, hearing his remain closed for a moment. There was a hefty sigh that was accompanied by thick words - ones that shot a spiral of heat into your aching sex; "Nice one Adams, way to ruin it with that cutie," Biting your lip at the phrase you pushed the deadbolt back into place, sighing out as you tossed yourself onto the bed. Staring up at the popcorned ceiling your mind could not help but wander at the thought of your next door neighbor; Those thick fingers so skilled and precise. His dialect so particular and pointed, the sways of his tongue with every syllable he annunciates. The small sweat breaking out on your forehead was enough proof that this man had taken over your mind, body and soul within minutes. The essences leaking from your clothed slit was not aiding in the fantasies.

Rolling over to your undone suitcase, you grabbed out your newest toy you managed to snag through TSA - smiling at how easy it was to conceal. You had always heard amazing things about the Satisfyer but now, getting to test it out, good lord you were excited. The enjoyment was bubbling more due to how this was app controlled - meaning anyone across the world could help make you cum. Turning on the device easily, you waited until the double buzz came to light before watching it connect - seeing the plethora of horny people piling in through your friend request. There was one specific name that caught your eye, one that really made your curious in the whole bunch. CA. The name itself was basic enough but, could it possibly be him? Curiosity piqued your interest when the message bubble came up quick after only a minute of accepting his request. Placing the air pulse hole directly onto your clit - you took deep breaths to calm yourself down, the excitement too much to handle. "Call?" The message read, causing your fingers to shake. With these apps you never really know who is behind the screen so to secure your identity, you hid your camera and mic - only planning to use it when you were so close to coming undone. Hitting that white button up top you waited and waited three rings, wondering if he would actually answer. "So, come here often?" the voice rang out, causing your cunt to become slick. It was YOUR Cooper. The smirk radiating through your mouth was enough to make a grown woman blush - devious in nature. Quickly you forked over the control of your vibe - only for it to be cancelled. It was just then that you were having the invite of mutual control, the equivalent of coming at the same time. Once you hit accept, it was over.

The slow buzzing of the vibration mixed with the soft punches of the air pulse caused your mouth to slightly hang open, accidentally unmuting yourself in the process. A softened whimper slipped through the phone as you upped the vibration a slight bit, hearing a guttural groan coming not from your phone, but next door. "Fuck sweetheart, you're so good. Faster, f-fuck faster please." The raw natured begging had you hitting another wave of arousal in no time at all, moving the device up an inch in the pink and blue - watching the gorgeous gradients melt into one another. It's when you slid your finger up to do so that you got see the camera angle of what he was seeing - his thickened cock slick with his own spit, the flesh light sliding up and down in waves onto his length. His cock was a bit darker than his skin tone but good god, you felt yourself almost coming undone just at that picture alone. "Aw, come on Cooper - be a good boy for me." You had no idea where that came from, something else possessing you in the moment. For a moment Cooper stopped moving the flesh light and flipped the camera to face him - obsidian eyes and a snarl lining the sight as you flicked your own camera on - showing him how your nipples were like rocks against the sheen of your tank top. Quickly you flipped the image to show you soaking wet cunt, dribbling onto the bed as he fucked with the vibrations quickly. "I should've known - Princess. You fucking knew how hard you made me on that elevator."

Something evil glinted in your eye as you focused on his face - how his face pulled up into an orgasmic stance, ready to blow his load. Seeing him so vulnerable and soft for you, it caused your whole body to tense. "Mhm, wish you pressed me against the walls and fucked me. Would've been screaming Cooper all day long." Toying with Cooper like this made you feel so fucking good, it was having the power over a man who was the epitome of sex in shoes that made you feel immaculate. Pressing Cooper’s flesh light up to the highest vibration and air pulse setting, you could see how his balls pulled up against his body - threatening to spill his load within the toy itself. You were not too far behind at this rate - your clit was being beaten like a drum and vibrating beyond belief. The white hot pleasure burned deep within the roots of your veins and you felt like you were going to fly. It took Cooper four good pumps before he was snarling, growling out at you - aiding you in your own release. With a quick few circular movements of your vibe - both of you were screaming in ecstasy. It felt as if a freight train hit the two of you, rocking your cores to the max level they could even ponder. Both of you were tossed from your own bodies, streaks of glistening lights flew around you in circles; Cooper’s cum shot so deep into his toy that it started to seep out around the edges. As for you, it was a quick work of drenching the bedsheets below you - thighs quivering with every passing second that you left the vibrator on your clit.

When the vibrations died down, all that could be heard across both of your rooms was panting - breathless motions as you tried to come back down from your highs. To say you both felt alive was an understatement - an outer body experience of this caliber was needed for two worry warts. Cooper was the first to break the panting silence, gulping down to alleviate the dryness in his throat. "That was...holy shit," Cooper let out with a small laugh, moaning as he straightened his back out against the memory foam mattress. You nodded in agreement due to your lack of being able to speak. The more Cooper exposed his neck and clamped his eyes shut - the more you wanted him, to feel him pulse between your legs, to ravish you for all that you are worth. So, as one does, you coaxed him forward with a proposal. Standing up from your mattress with only a tank top on, you started to glide straight towards the hotel room door, playing around with the deadbolt to catch Cooper’s attention. Like a puppy his head tilted and ears perked up, a sly smirk falling onto the corner of his mouth; "What do you think you're doing?" Cooper stated as he leaned onto his elbows, taking in the lighting against your complexion. Opening your door you quickly ran over to room 1528, knocking on the door with a grin - watching how Cooper scrambled to open the door. Upon arrival, Cooper quickly whisked you away inside - tossing your phone to the floor. Your arms came to wrap around his neck as his came to encircle your waist - not letting you go. "You ready for round two?" With that, you slotted your mouth against Cooper’s letting the door slam from behind you.

It was a fact that you would not be able to walk straight for the next four days, but boy would it be worth it. But what you failed to realize was the bug in your phone, the screensharing mode always active during your app usage. Your flight miraculously did not have anyone on it except you. Meeting Cooper wasn’t a chance, hell he lived in Philadelphia. No, it was calculated – it was meant to be. That’s because Cooper Adams didn’t just meet you – he has been watching you for months; Controlling your narrative of why you wanted to go to Philly. Your friend wasn’t sick, she didn’t even live in Pennsylvania…anymore. She wasn’t even alive at all. Just a pretty face in her camera roll, he knew you were the one for him.

[netherfeildren]

Someone's Wife in the Boat of Someone's Husband .9

Series Masterlist : Moodboard

(Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Content Warnings: Slight daddy kink; EXTREME domestic fluff

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N: Thank you for reading, I love you all so much :')

Artwork is Moonlight Over the Ocean by Marianna Foster

Word Count: 5.7K

Read on AO3

.9

Time passes. Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights 

You sit at the kitchen table the next morning, and he watches as you peel an orange, separate it into perfect slices, and then reach over, palm up, with half of it presented to him. You eat your individual halves staring at each other, silly and smiling and too happy for words, swallowing slice by slice in silence. And tasting the same thing together, in this instance, means more to him than all that’s come before, and at the same time, is just one more moment, in a sea of moments, where he can only thank you for existing, for allowing him to exist alongside you. It hits him suddenly, bright and enormous as the blue sky, that you’re a gift, like the orange, a gift. 

-

His phone rings as he’s shoveling the cheesy scrambled eggs you’d made him into his mouth. Half a dozen eggs and you don’t think it’s enough – are already planning on sticking some cinnamon rolls in the oven for him to devour, as well. Big man, big appetite, and it’s a little ridiculous, but the thought of being able to feed him and take care of him fills you with the most unadulterated of fizzy pleasures, deep in your belly. 

“Eat, little girl,” he takes a breath to order.

All you can do is sigh and hum a murmur of acquiescence as you continue to watch him, chin cupped in your palm. That dignity you’d tried to remember last night is clear out the door by now. You really couldn’t seem to find it in yourself to care. 

As you watch him take the call, you can hear the tinny, muffled sound of Tommy’s voice resonating against his ear. “Sorry to interrupt, brother, but Ger’s coming down with somethin’ – she was up sick all night. Thinking I should bring her home–”

Joel clears his throat, sets his fork down, already looking towards you, “Yeah– yeah, of course. I’ll leave now – meet you there.” He hangs up the call, “Gerri’s sick – Sarah needs me home.” He moves to stand and you follow his lead.

“Of course, go–”

“Will– will you come?” he asks a little hesitantly, a wash of boyish-shyness coloring his cheeks, “She asks for you all the time…”

“I– of course, I will, baby…” you reach out to clasp his hand in yours, “But you don’t think it’s too soon? Or– I don’t know…”

“She already knows you. She loves you.” He drags his thumb over the wing of your cheekbone, and his eyes flare with heat for just a second, “And we can be good,” but this thing between the two of you feels so wholly uncontrollable, that you aren’t sure that’s true. 

You press your chest up against his, nuzzle the whiskers under his chin, “If we try very hard, I suppose we can…” He laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist to squeeze you against him.

“Behave.”

You sigh into his skin, run your hands down the hard contours of him, “Yeah– yes, alright, I’ll go with you.”

-

“Daddy, pancakes!” She runs circles around him, as quick and excited as a little buzzing bee.

“Pancakes? What about some fruit? Oatmeal?”

She pauses her racing, “Daddy, I hate fruit and I hate oatmeal,” she says very seriously. 

“Christ,” he looks to you and rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. He’s happy. He’s so happy, you can see it shimmer off him.

“Silly, daddy,” you whisper at him coyly, “Don’t you know everyone hates oatmeal?”

The sound of you calling him that wipes the smirk off his face, “Behave,” he tells you with mock severity. You turn to Sarah, sticking your tongue out at her, boring, you whisper. She’s nodding her head so hard her curls bounce up and down, huge, goofy smile stretched across her little face. 

He turns back to Sarah who’s now hanging off his arm and singing, at the top of her lungs, what you’re pretty sure is her own rendition of What’s Up? by the 4 Non Blondes, “Yo, lady, since when do we hate fruit?” He flexes his thick bicep to curl his arm up while she hangs from the bend of his elbow like a monkey. 

“Since I want pancakes,” she beams, and in the same breath turns to you, “Do you want to see my bat?” 

“A baseball bat or a real bat?”

“A Bob bat.”

“A Bob bat?”

“Yes, my Dad bought him for me.” You turn to give him a skeptical look, and he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, turning to the fridge. 

“I’ll bring it!” And she runs off, resuming her nineties serenade. 

“You see what I gotta fuckin’ deal with,” he whispers as he comes over to lean down over you and grip you by the jaw. He forces his fingers between your molars over the skin of your cheeks so that he can wedge your jaw open, and you just sit there, open mouthed, panting up at him, caught in his hold, “And then I gotta deal with you misbehaving too…” There’s fire in his eyes. You scrunch your nose at him, you never misbehave. You try to make a tiny whimper of objection, but he doesn’t give you the chance to defend yourself. He closes the distance between you for an open mouthed kiss, just like that, licking hot and wet into you, so that you’re left aching for him. 

She charges back into the kitchen at full speed just as he’s pulling away. An honest to God, real life, taxidermied bat, covered in pink and purple, sparkly My Little Pony Stickers and glue on rhinestones. She slams the thing down onto the table and beams up at you, wide and gap toothed and eternally proud. 

You turn to him, arching a brow, “You bought this for her?”

He throws his hands up, “I’ve been tryna tell ya – weird kid.”

Sarah pets the top of the things lightly furred, slightly revolting head – the most loving look in her gaze, “Isn’t he pretty?” she croons. “His name is Bob.” And she’s so goddamned pleased, you break out into hysterical giggles. 

“Kinda looks like Tommy, don’t’cha think?” Joel snickers. 

Afterwards, he moves around the kitchen, making her pancakes while she sits on his foot, skinny arms and legs wrapped around his calf, clinging like a sloth, belting out a rendition of Shania Twain now, for the entire house to enjoy. He’s so patient, so loving and goofy with her. He lets her be a little girl, he accompanies her in her childhood, gently holding her hand and guiding her and laughing with her through her innocent silliness. He enjoys her childhood alongside her in a way you don’t think you’ve ever seen a parent do. You watch them together, and it makes you want to cry. 

It makes you wonder, quite desperately, what it would be like for you to have a child of his. 

-

“Will you play Barbies with me?” she asks shyly. The pancakes have been eaten, and you’re sitting at the breakfast table, chin cupped in your palm, watching him clean up the kitchen after having been ordered to sit and not move. Stubborn, broad, gorgeous man. You watch the muscles in his back shift beneath his t-shirt, it has your mouth going a little dry, and you feel so warm and full of everything he makes you feel. 

“‘Course I will.”

She leads you by her sweaty little hand out into the living room and pulls you down to sit on the floor in the center of the pink, plastic village she’s constructed. There are toy houses and cars and tiny little Barbie shoes, you’re sure Joel just loves stepping on with his bare feet early in the mornings, strewn all over the carpet – a right good Barbie village, if you’ve ever seen one. She pats your shoulder and then the top of your head as you settle on your bottom amidst the sprawling pink metropolis erected in the middle of his house.  

She sits in front of you. “We can’t play babies today because–” she pushes her floppy curls exasperatedly out of her face, “Because they’re all in jail right now,” she tells you very seriously. “But don’t worry, we can play babies next time you come.”

You nod in understanding, equally serious, “Alright. Why are the babies in jail?”

“Well,” she starts to spread out the dolls in front of the two of you, meticulously organizing them in some mysterious order you’ve not yet been let in on, “They were really bad.” She gives you a wide-eyed, conspiratorial look, “I caught them eating bugs, and I was going to leave them in jail forever, but Daddy said that was too mean.”

“You caught them eating bugs, or I caught you eating bugs?” Joel’s voice calls from the kitchen. 

She looks at you wide eyed and shocked as she shakes her head violently, “That’s not true, don’t believe him!”

“No eavesdropping!” you call, “This is a girl's conversation.” You wink at her, “Right, Sarah?”

“Yes, yes, just for girls, that’s right. No daddies.”

“Right.” She hands you the Barbie she’s chosen for you and presents you with the pink convertible she’s going to set them up in. 

“Do you like her dress? Purple is my favorite color. Daddy told me his favorite color is brown,” she sticks her tongue out, “But I told him brown’s an ugly color. I told him he– he should choose purple instead, like me.”

“Not true,” he shouts, “I told you, baby, it’s blue now.” Your cheeks flare bright hot at that. You hear his loud chuckle. 

“No’sdropping, Daddy!” Sarah yells back. Eavesdropping. “Girls only!” You catch his grumbling. 

“My favorite color’s green,” you say.

“Oh, I like green too. That’s my number two favorite color.”

“You have good taste.”

“I know,” completely serious. 

“Did you know my favorite movie is Thumbelina?”

“No, I didn’t know that. I love that movie too.” She hands you another Barbie, there are four different dolls clutched in your grasp now, and you’re worried you’ll run out of hand real estate soon. 

“It’s Daddy’s favorite too. He always watches it with me, but he told me not to tell anyone,” she whispers, “So you can’t tell him I told you.”

You nod solemnly, placing a Barbie over your heart, “I promise.”

She gets shy again, all of a sudden, fiddling with a big plastic lizard you don’t know where she pulled from amongst the sea of pink. You cock your head and try and give her the most patient and encouraging smile you can muster to help her get her words out, “Thank you for playing in the water with me the other day.” All that time ago at the lake, “I had a lot of fun.” Her voice is so small as she says it, and the backs of your eyes pinch at the sound of her uncertainty. Children never forget. And adults should always remember that.

She shows you the entirety of the doll collection after that. She has about fifty different Barbie dolls, and it’s extremely obvious that Joel is not even a little bit in charge here and entirely at her behest. He’s still clattering around in the kitchen, doing God knows what, and you so badly want to go in there and kiss him, tell him how good he is and how much you want him and love him. Sitting here, playing with his little girl, bearing witness to her happiness, to the happiness he’s so painstakingly built and protected for her, has your heart flipping and squeezing in your chest. 

“Your hair is pretty,” she says, reaching out to drag her fingers through the long strands. She scoots forward so that her nobby little knees are pressed up into your lap, and she has a better reach to touch your hair. 

“Thank you. So is yours,” you pet her hair back. She’s so sweet, so affectionate, just as easy to love as her father is. 

She beams at your compliment, “It is, right?” Humble too, you laugh. 

As she continues to drag her fingers through your hair, you can tell they’re still slightly sticky with syrup, she says, “Well, I was just wondering – well, you’re–” she sighs exasperatedly, as if she doesn’t know what words it is she wants to get out. You sit patiently, waiting for her to find what it is she wants to say,  “You’re my Daddy’s friend, right?”

“Yes… yes, we’re friends.”

“Best friends?”

“Well, I hope so. I would really like to be his best friend, yes.”

“So then– then if you’re best friends, then that means he won’t be sad, right? Best friends don’t make each other sad, right?”

Your heart pinches, sharp and painful,“No, sweet pea. I would never want to make him sad.” You drag the back of your knuckles over her baby soft cheek. 

“It’s just that sometimes I think Daddy gets sad. And then he doesn’t want to play, and I don’t like it.” Children notice everything, and they never forget. 

You cup her face in your hands gently, she’s still holding onto your hair on either side of your head. Her big green eyes are wide and solemn and somehow, wise beyond her years already. Eyes that notice too much. The eyes of a child who has, perhaps, seen things in her parents that she does not understand, but that she knows are not how they should be. “Sarah, I promise you. I will do everything I can to never make him sad. Okay?” You stick out your pinky so that she can hook her little one around yours. 

She nods, “Okay. Will you come to my birthday party? I’m turning four soon–” she holds up five fingers, “It’s going to be a bug party.” She beams. “But we can’t eat them. Daddy said. And we can be best friends, too, right?”

“I think we already are,” you whisper at her conspiratorially, bending your head to give her little nose a gentle rub with yours. Butterfly kiss, you whisper and her giggle is like the sound of spring wind chimes, infectious, the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

When you look up, Joel’s standing at the mouth of the kitchen, leaning up against the doorframe, gentle smile painted across his face, thumb tucked into the waistband of his jeans. His gaze filled with everything you’ve always wanted to see in the eyes of someone you love. 

-

You and Sarah have been out in the backyard for hours. The game of Barbies now turned into dinosaurs and princesses, since it’s not warm enough for the pool and mermaids anymore. You’d changed into one of his ratty old sweatshirts and some shorts he works out in, the fabric swimming around you so that you’ve had to roll them up a bunch of times just to keep them around your hips. The neck of the sweater is too big on your shoulders, and it’s slipped down to expose the delicate wing of your clavicle and the strap of your bra. 

You’re so beautiful, playing and laughing with his daughter. Your messy hair loose and sweaty at the temples, and he fucking loves you so much. So much it’s a physical entity inside him, an ache, a coiling, ravenous thing that can only be filled and settled by your presence and your touch.

As soon as he puts Sarah down for her nap, which will be soon considering the way the two of you’ve been prancing around and howling like a pair of wild hyenas, he’s going to lock you in his room and fuck you into his mattress until you can’t walk, can’t even remember your own name. Until the only thing you know is him. 

He sidles up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to squeeze you into him while Sarah dances around the two of you, pressing a hot kiss to the sweat damp skin of your throat. With the arm banded across your belly he presses the tips of his fingers into your hip bone to tilt your ass into his lap, pressing the hard length of his erection into your softness.

“Be good,” you breathe, nodding along at whatever it is Sarah’s singing about. 

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers into the sensitive shell of your ear, feels the full body tremor at his words jitter through your limbs. 

He listens to your little whimper, savors it, “Behave–” 

“Can’t –” another kiss over the soft shell of your ear, whispered right into the small bowl, “You’re too pretty.”

“Joel–” Sarah starts to howl like a damn basset hound, having her own conversation with God knows who. You snicker.

“So much energy, lady,” he says to her.

She gallops around the two of you, singing Shania Twain at the top of her lungs, come on over, come on over, come on over, come on in, something incomprehensible, and then, “I’m so happy, Daddy!” The widest, cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You feel his arms jerk around you, a muttered, fuck, and he buries his face in your shoulder for a moment. You feel the widening expanse of his chest taking deep breaths up against your back, and when he’s collected himself, when you’re sure he knows his voice won’t crack, he says, “Me too, baby girl.”

“Let’s all play princesses together,” she tugs on his shirt in the back, and then zooms off to her play house at the back of the yard, calling for the two of you to join her. 

“She needs so much,” he says, and you know, you can see it. Like all little girls, she needs so many things and deserves so many things, and she should have everything she needs and wants, and you know he will do everything in his power to give her all of it and more. 

“It’s a good thing she has you to give it all to her then.” He hums low in his throat at that, his chin propped up on your shoulder, watching her crawl in and out of her little house, rolling around in the grass like an overexcited bunny. He rubs his large palm over your belly. You laugh softly at the sight of her. Silly little girl. 

“She struggles so much making friends… I don’t know why. She’s so alone sometimes.”

You hum, tilting your head against his so that your temples are leaning on each other, “I did too, when I was a girl. I think it must be some sort of complex gained from having a… a difficult mother, I suppose we could call it.” He huffs a breath of laughter and turns his face in to press a kiss to the side of your neck. 

“I suppose…” he trails off, and is quiet for a beat, just watching her play. “You can’t imagine what it’s like having to–” another breath of laughter, this one more self deprecating, “To lug my ass over to all the whispering mother’s at her school, make nice and ingratiate myself, and ask if Sarah can be included in the play dates and birthday parties, and then having to evade the inevitable questions about why it’s only me they always see, asking if I’m single, where her mother is, why she never joins us.” 

Your heart twists for him, and you try and turn to face him, but he tightens his arms around you, keeping you in place. “You– you’ve asked them to include her?” Your voice cracks a little at the end, your eyes flutter shut, this man, this gorgeous, good, amazing man. 

“Of course I did. I had to. She wanted to go, and I know it’s hard for her, and the kids weren’t asking her themselves, little fuckers, so I had to go and get that invitation for her. And I damn well did. And then she hated it, after all that.” He laughs, “Had the mom calling me thirty minutes after I’d dropped her off at the kid’s birthday party – said Sarah wouldn’t stop crying and asking for me, and that she needed to be picked up. Shoulda never left her in the first place, but there were no other dads and I felt– I don’t know, so out of place and awkward and alone, and I was fucking selfish and stupid. But– I don’t know… I thought it was the right thing, that she’d enjoy herself, want to be there. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.” He clicks his tongue, nuzzles his temple into yours while he watches his daughter, “But no… she just – struggles to socialize or somethin’. I don’t know how to fix it.” 

You turn in his arms now, tugging on his hands until he lets you, and wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him. “We’ll figure something out,” you say and his eyes go tender and heated, all at once, his hand coming up to clasp the back of your neck. My sweet girl, he murmurs, and the two of you should, perhaps, be more restrained in front of Sarah, but it’s almost an impossibility, to be here with him and not touch him, to not let yourself fall into his arms. 

She charges up to the two of you then, “I want to hug too!” He laughs, swooping down to swing her up over his shoulders, “How about I play the dinosaur that hunts the pretty princess?” and there’s still that blazing fire in his eyes as he says it, staring right at you, the most brazen of looks on his face. Your belly flutters and flips. 

The three of you play in his backyard together for hours that afternoon. 

-

“Hi, daddy,” you whisper as you crawl up the length of his body, finally a moment alone together behind a locked door, hours later, pausing to press your face into his belly and nuzzle there. Sarah hadn’t let him do the bedtime routine, she’d wanted you. Had asked all about your art, and if the two of you could paint together, and if you could draw bugs for her, until she’d finally fallen asleep. 

He fists his hand in your hair and yanks your head up, “Don’t get yourself into something you can’t handle, little girl,” he rumbles. 

“I can handle it, promise,” you breathe, already panting for him.

He brings his hand up to cup the swinging weight of your breast, “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmurs, “You want me to fuck you, baby?” Yes, yes you do. But you sigh and flop down on top of him.

“Yes,” you say into his chest, “But I should go home.”

“Not happening,” he says and braces his knee against your hip to roll you over and under him. “You’re staying here with us–” he presses a kiss to the underside of your jaw, down your neck to the dip of your throat. “Forever.”

“Joel–” you breathe, arching your neck to give him better access. The two of you’d said you were going to take it slow with Sarah, this doesn’t feel or sound like slow.

“I know– I don’t give a shit. I’ve been without you long enough.” He pushes his sweatshirt on you up your belly and over your breasts, rolling you slightly on your side to get at your bra clasp and deftly unhooking it with one hand, and then letting you settle back in place so that he can pull the cups down and latch his mouth onto your nipple. And oh, God, you can’t think when he’s got his mouth on you like this. “Don’t care if it’s too fast– I need you.”

“I need you too,” you whimper. He nips at the full, round side of your breast, runs his tongue underneath the crease of it, lifting it up to bring your nipple back into his mouth and flick his tongue, gentle and slow, over you.

“That sweet pussy wet and ready for me now?” 

“Yes, I want you.”

“Should we check?”

“Yes, please, please, check.” He sits back on his haunches, pulls his t-shirt up over the back of his head, and then pulls his shorts and your panties down off your hips, pulls your bra off the rest of the way so that you’re left wearing only his sweater. You spread your legs wide, displaying yourself for him, and run your fingers up his belly to scratch at his chest hair. He’s so thick and solid. So strong. He could do anything, anything he wants to you, and you’d let him. Maybe it’s not right, or– or very level headed, to want to give so much of yourself to him, but you can’t help it. He’s good and loving and kind and strong and responsible, and all the things you’d always wanted someone in your life to be, and he’s going to take care of you and Sarah, you know he is. If he’s going to give you so much, then it’s only right that you return it in equal measure. It’s who he is, a provider, a giver, and you’ve taken care of yourself for so long, been so alone for so long. The knowledge that now you can let all that go when you so choose to, and let him carry it all – nothing in your life has ever felt more comforting or secure than this right here does. 

“Look at this needy, messy cunt,” he croons. He presses his thumb to your clit and starts to swirl soft, gentle circles around the swollen nub, not yet giving it direct pressure. 

“Joel– no teasing, please. Not right now.” You need him, you need to feel the heavy weight of him inside you. He pauses to look into your eyes, and he must see all the desperation, all the need and want in your gaze because he feeds you two of his fingers at that. Swipes his thumb once, twice over your wet opening and then slowly starts to press his fingers inside.

“That better?” You nod, letting your eyes flutter shut and arching your back deeper to feel him more, spreading your legs as wide as you can. You hold on to his wrist and roll your hips against him. “Fuck, look at you–”

“You don’t understand–” you whisper, eyes still closed, you can’t look at him like this, so vulnerable, an unbearable flush of shyness suddenly spreading through your body. You roll your hips against his hand again, and he starts a slow circular pattern on your swollen clit. 

“What don’t I understand, baby?”

“You say you need me, but I– I need you so much,” you whisper. 

He hooks his fingers inside of you, right against that deeply sensitive, soul churning spot that belongs only to him. He leans over you, one arm braced beside your head to hold himself up, “I understand. I understand because I need you just as much, more, more than even that. More than you could ever understand.” He pulls his fingers from you and you hear the clink of his belt and the drag of his zipper, and then his hand is clamping around the bones of your jaw, fingers wet and sticky with your slick, smearing along your cheek, you feel the burning hot brush of his cockhead on the slope of your belly. He holds there for just a second, staring into your eyes. You’re not going to cry, not this time. 

“Joel–”

“I know,” he says, because he does, because he always has. He’s always known.

“I love you.”

“I know,” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your mouth, eyes open, still looking at you. “And I love you, and you know that too.”

“Yes– yes, I know.” You bracket his face with your own hands also, so that the both of you are now holding on to each other. You know because the two of you have always known each other in some way. His hand leaves your face to push his pants down, he kicks out of them, and bends once to lick a long swipe through your slit, groaning at your taste, and then he’s leaning between your legs again and gripping the base of his cock to press the head to your entrance.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, please. I love you. 

He sinks to the hilt. 

“Say my name,” you tell him, and he whispers it, right into the soft shell of your ear, slides his hips in and out, slow and deep. “Again,” again, again, again. Never stop saying it, say it for the rest of your life. 

He slides his knees up the mattress so they’re shoved up under your thighs and his torso’s hunched over you as he drives his cock down deep into you, the head focused right at your cervix. It’s almost too much, it’s entirely not enough. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, breathed into your mouth. 

You shift your legs restlessly along his sides, pressing your heels into the base of his spine. You need more, it’s somehow not enough, you need– you need to look at him, to touch him more.

“Joel, wait–” you grip the bulging muscles of his shoulders.

“Lemme just give it to you, baby, let me, let me–”

“Please– please, please–”

“What– what is it?” he pulls back, but doesn’t stop the thrust of his hips, hooks his hand around the small of your back to lift you slightly off the bed, his own little bow string pulled taught. Fuck, he’s distracting. You bring your knees as high back as you can, opening yourself to him completely and he drives in harder, right up into your g-spot. “Fuck, yeah–” he grits through his clenched teeth.

“Please, please, let me ride you,” you finally get out. “Lemme ride your cock, I have to.” Please, please, please. 

He flips suddenly, rolling the both of you over with his sheer strength, never letting his cock slip from your wet clutch. He settles you on top of him, your hands planted on his strong chest and brings his knees up behind you to anchor himself. He starts to roll your hips along his length with his hands on your hips. “How’s that, my love? Better? This what you needed?” My love, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan for him, nodding. 

“S– so deep,” you stutter. You grind down hard on him, clenching his throbbing length as tight as you can inside you. He growls low and deep in his chest, an almost pained sound ripped out of him, and you open your eyes to watch him watch the place where he disappears inside of you, lifting his hips off the mattress to fuck up into you, moaning and whimpering, the muscles of his chest rippling with the effort. There’s a deep flush starting in his chest, crawling up the straining muscles of his neck. He’s close, you can feel it in the devastating punch of his cock inside of you, in the tense rigidness of his muscles.

“Come for me– lemme feel that cunt get all tight and wet for me, baby. Please, gotta feel it.” He brings his thumb to your clit and starts a pattern of soft swirls around it, focuses his cockhead right at that senstive place inside you and hammers into it. It’s so much, so, so intense, you wilt forward, press your chest into his and his big hand comes up to cup the entirety of your skull in his palm, his other sliding low on your back to press you down into him. You tuck your face into the sweaty, warm space under his jaw and let go at the same time that everything goes tight and wet in your pelvis. 

Fuck, I fucking love you, he mutters again and again over you. He squeezes you tight as all the muscles in his body go rock hard, and you feel the kick of his cock inside of you as he starts to come. The searing heat of his spend extending your own climax to ripple and throb on and on. 

You’re spent, wrung dry after, shivering and shaking on top of him, the slick slide of your sweat and come slippery between your two bodies. You lay there on top of him, digging and scratching your nails into the thick muscles of his neck and shoulders, trying to find purchase in his skin to settle yourself. He twists his fingers in your hair at the base of your skull to angle your neck back so that he can kiss you. He licks into your mouth, slow and deep, and the two of you stay like that for a long time, just tasting each other, with him buried inside your wet heat, feeling each other. 

How did you escape faithlessness?

Like this, right here, the escape was in the pursuit of something new, something real, something beyond category. Faith – trust – between the two of you could only grow from here on out.

Forgetting had never been the answer. You needed to remember everything, to never forget so that you could never let it happen again. Like a child who always noticed and never forgot – you needed to keep that with you. The ultimate sin had never been the infidelity, the faithlessness, but the loss of the notion that love was its own category that set the stage for all the rest. When you remembered that, the rest fell into place as it needed to. You could not run forever, could not swallow the putrid truth of a childhood lost, a childhood abandoned forever – eventually it became too much. Eventually the only recourse was to look it straight in the eye and accept it for what it had been, forgive the tragedy of it, and then move on. 

In this place, lying on top of him, his body tucked inside yours, you could let all that had passed go, find faith in new things, category in something that was beyond definition but that was still a monument of its own – a family here and now, with this man and his daughter and all the possibility for everything you’d always wanted for yourself. 

There was no need for faithlessness when you had all this.

.Epilogue

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The Grand Duke Serge and his wife Elisabeth (Ella) Fyodorovna, a sister of Empress Alexandra, went to Italy to talk to Paul, inform him of the tsar's decisions, and discuss the future of Maria and Dimitry. Their meeting in Rome was bitter, brief, and of course, useless. The question that still remained open was whether the marriage could be recognized as legal or not. On ecclesiastical grounds, there was no doubt of the marriage's legality since Olga's divorce had been approved by the Orthodox Church and Paul was a widower. But before Russian law, things could be quite different since the statutes of the imperial family clearly stated that morganatic marriages were forbidden and that no marriage contracted without the permission of the tsar would be considered real.

Legally married or not, Paul and Olga were forbidden to return to Russia, and they settled in Paris, where their son Vladimir spent what were probably the happiest years of his short life. (...) Vladimir Paley loved that house very much and in his last years remembered it with deep nostalgia and affection in several poems, such as Hyacinths and Lilac Flowers. During Paul and Olga's exile, their residence became an "annex" of the Russian imperial embassy in Paris. They offered dinners and receptions in grand style; but they didn't live merely to entertain aristocrats, diplomats and holidaying Russians. The former Madame von Pistolkors (nobody was sure what she should be called now) was an avid reader and had a remarkable inclination towards arts and literature. Paul, even if he was far from being the intellectual type, shared some of his wife's interests, and soon their salon became a meeting point for many writers, painters, musicians and artists. (...)

During the summer of 1903, Paul, Olga and Vladimir went to Schlangenbad, Bavaria, to spend a vacation with the three von Pistolkors children and their grandmother Madame Karnovich. For the grand duke's wife, the occasion must have been deeply remarkable since she hadn't been able to see Alexander, Olga and Marianna for almost a year. That same summer, Paul also had the chance to enjoy a short and moving meeting with Maria and Dimitry in Tegernsee, Bavaria, in the villa of his sister Maria Alexandrovna, Duchess of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. He also saw his brother Serge, who came from Russia with the children, but their conversation ended in a harsh argument.

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yandere trope™️ (obsessive love, stalking and kidnapping)

Denied ❌

Not familiar with alpha/omega

No character x character shipping requests

No female reader requests.

No gun play

No fetish play (feet, body fluids, blood, bdsm)

No dubcon or rape

No incest or stepcest

Characters I can write —

RWBY:

Team RWBY, Team JNPR, Team CYVF, Penny, Ciel Soleli, Cinder Falls, Emerald Sustrai, Neopolitan, Sienna Khan, Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch

Team SSSN, Mercury Black, Roman Torchwick, Adam Taurus, James Ironwood, Qrow Braunwen

FAIRY TAIL:

Grey Fullbuster, Laxus Dreyar, Sting Eucliffe, Rouge Cheney, Leo, Totomaru, MacBeth

Lucy Heartfila, Erza Scarlet, Juvia Lockster, Lisanna Strauss, Marianna Strauss, Cana Alberona, Yukino Agria, Minerva, Kagura Mikazuchi, Virgo, Aquarius, Capricorn, Libra, Sorano Agria, Meredy, Flare Corona

NARUTO/BORUTO:

Rock Lee, Kakashi Hatake, Gaara, Kankuro, Hidan, Utakata

Tenten, Konan, Hanabi Hyuga, Fuu, Mei Terumi, Anko

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Total Armageddon: A Slanted Reader on Design⁣ Available at www.draw-down.com⁣ ⁣ A book about design. And culture. And complexity, notably how we, as a global civilization, deal with science fiction, taste, social media, the cities we live in, aesthetics, PowerPoint, burkas, Big Tech, full-contact sports, and other thorny topics. A collection of both essays that are brand new, as well as the very best essays from past issues of Slanted Magazine, written by the most vital and vibrant global voices in writing on design and culture today such as Steven Heller, Piotr Rypson, Gerry Leonidas, Yoon Soo Lee, Kiyonori Muroga, and a host of others.⁣ ⁣ With essays by Can Altay, Eran Bacharach, Simon Baker, Emanuel Barbosa, Laure Boer, Gerda Breuer, Dr. Nadine Chahine, Doug Clouse, Olga Drenda, Jori Erdman, Marcus Farr, Kenneth FitzGerald, Charlotte von Fritschen, Amélie Gastaut, Martin Giesen, Jonathan M. Hansen, Steven Heller, Ilka Helmig, Will Hill, Lorena Howard-Sheridan, Natalia Ilyin, Mr. Keedy, Marianna Kellokoski, Matilda Kivelä, Toshiaki Koga, Iwona Kurz, Carolina Laudon, Yoon Soo Lee, Gerry Leonidas, Christine Lhowe, Tim Loffing, Mathieu Lommen, Ian Lynam, Dermot Mac Cormack, Georgios Matthiopoulos, Julia Meer, Silas Munro, Kiyonori Muroga, Randy Nakamura, Alexander Negrelli, Ingo Niermann, Panos Papanagiotou, Natassa Pappa, David Peacock, Louise Rouse, Piotr Rypson, Niki Sioki, Huda Smitshuijzen AbiFarès, Thierry Somers, Sonja Steppan, Agata Szydłowska, Aleksander Tokarz, Alexander Torell, Angela Voulangas, Rene Wawrzkiewicz, Wolfgang Weingart, and Onur F. Yazıcıgil⁣ ⁣ #GraphicDesign #Design #Armageddon #globalcivilization #social #closed #covid19 #globalvoices (at Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9y0oZIHyfu/?igshid=r38sbshlr257

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Leave a Mark

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Dialogue Prompt(s): "You're sick. Go back to bed and I'll figure it out." + "What do you want in exchange for it?" + "There was nothing you could've done." 

Sentence Prompt(s): Marianna pressing their forehead against Eddie's forehead to check if they have a fever.

Genre: Sci-Fi / Horror / Fantasy

Rating: MA 15+

Prompt List: Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Masterlist

Author's Note: The two linked are in the same universe as this one. Just to make sure they link with one another. Also I set this in an alternative timeline where Eddie didn't die. Just to make it have a happier ending.

Little Known Memories - Marianna's Backstory - Link

One of Our Better Angels - Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader) - Link

"I've been ready to die for a very long time. I don't expect you to understand and part of me doesn't want you to either." Marianna continued to speak into the tape recorder, as she stitched herself back up as she often did in the past. Kolya didn't get hurt nearly as often as she did and she wanted to keep it that way.

"You're sick. Go back to bed and I'll figure it out." Marianna said to Kolya waving as headed back home to get over a cold or possible flu. She had made sure to take extra precautions to keep Kolya safe, determined not to take any chances with his health.

"I thought you two would have stopped talking to each other after everything that happened." Eddie said to her after she hopped in her car.

"He's been there longer than I have, the same mental space and the same mindset. The numb feeling, the void inside yourself after you see death more often than not." Marianna added, "You don't have to be brave all the time. It's not helpful for your health."

Marianna knew that pushing Eddie beyond what he was comfortable with wouldn't do anyone a favor. Not even her. Therefore, she decided to take a step back and gently suggest a different approach.

"Are you sure you're fine with that?" Eddie asked her.

"Why wouldn't I be fine with it?" Marianna answered with another question.

"You know exactly why I think that." Eddie answered.

"I hate to break this to you but I'm fine with risking my life. But I'm not fine with risking your safety or anyone else's. If I can avoid that happening. I most certainly will," Marianna said. She understood the risks associated with her actions, but wanted to do everything she could to ensure that no one else got hurt in the process. She was willing to take risks with her own life but not with anyone else's.

Marianna proceeded to press her forehead against Eddie's to check if he had a fever. Without a moment's hesitation, she took the necessary precautions to ensure his safety. "You're sick, unwell and you also have a fever." Marianna said to him.

Eddie remained silent the whole trip back to her place to recover, the same place she said would keep him from harm. "Concentrate on recovering and I'll do what I can to make a spot in my house to keep you safe in." she said to him.

"Why are you helping me?" Eddie asked her.

"Because I care about you." Marianna answered honestly. "Take this with you. It'll help." She handed him a care package that would help him recover, the one of many he would receive while she worked on her project that would help them in the future.

"I don't give to get Dustin. I don't do that to people I consider to be my friends." Marianna replied confused by his question. By having multiple copies, Marianna would be able to maintain the integrity of her journal, even if one of her friends lost or misplaced it. This way, she could ensure the memories and experiences she had written down would always be accessible, no matter where she or her friends were.

"I told you we should have trusted her sooner." Dustin declared to the rest of them.

"I thought you died." Eddie said.

"I thought I did too. For a brief moment I was sure I was dead." Marianna admitted, confused as to why she didn't die instead. "Although I wouldn't have been surprised if it did happen, I am grateful that it did not," Marianna said with a sigh of relief.

"There was nothing you could've done." Eddie told her, stating that no matter how much she tried she wouldn't have been able to save her friend, Ivan.

"I wish I had known that then, but believe me, I know it now." Marianna had to concentrate on recovering and she felt like it was driving her to insanity. Even though it's only been almost three days since the incident. "Despite the short time since the traumatic event, I can confidently say that I have gained invaluable wisdom and a newfound strength," Marianna thought to herself. "Even though it still hurts to walk with this injury I won't be in bed all the time. Even though they might want me to be."

Marianna had sustained a bear trap injury on her ankle when she had stumbled upon a bear in the forest. She had been walking in the dark, not knowing what lurked in the shadows. She had been so scared, and she felt a sharp pain as the trap clamped down on her ankle. The trap was designed to catch animals by clamping down on their legs or other appendages, and it had done just that to Marianna. The trap had two powerful jaws that closed when it was triggered by the weight of an animal or person stepping on it.

"You get more injuries than he does." Steve pointed out.

"Yeah and he runs just as fast Eddie when he gets spooked. Like a deer getting spooked by a loud sound in the distance." Marianna explained. "Someone had to make sure he didn't do anything stupid or get himself killed."

Marianna had taken a liking to Eddie and she couldn't really explain why. She knew how it happened, but she could never really understand the why of it. She started getting in harm's way so that he wouldn't have to and the promise to keep him safe came from an instinct that she had inside her. She was drawn to him in a way that she couldn't explain and her actions were driven by a strong desire to protect him. It seemed like a natural instinct that was beyond her control, and she felt compelled to keep him safe from any harm.

Kolya explained it as falling in love. Like he fell in love with someone after both Ivan and Masha passed on.

"It was love at first sight," he said, "a feeling that I couldn't describe or ignore."

[sincerelykarenjo]

Hi Loves! Today I have a fun book tag to share with you all. But first, I want to thank Marianna from MariannasCorner for tagging me for the MULAN BOOK TAG!!

If you’ve been following me for a while, then you know how much I LOVE DISNEY. If I can, I would probably go to Disneyland every single day. I love all the princesses and Mulan is definitely one bada** princess so let’s get this tag started!

The Rules:

Mention the creator (Kirsty and the Cat Read)

Thank/mention the person who tagged you

Match books or characters to the questions below

tag as many people as you like🙂

    Reflection “When will my reflection show who I am inside” – An Inaccurate Book Cover that Doesn’t Really Reflect What the Book Is About.

I think a lot of NA and romance books have covers that doesn’t really make sense other than the models looking incredibly delicious.

Total Eye Candy for sure, but just doesn’t really reflect what the book is about — except that the male lead is SUPER HOT!

  Mushu – A Character With A Lot To Prove

I think this about a lot of the characters I read about. But, I’ll go with Eadlyn from the Selection Series. She had a lot of responsibilities and pressure on her to be the a great leader. She needs to show everyone that she can handle ruling a kingdom and standing on her own.

“I’ll Make a Man Outta You!” – A Character Who Develops the Most OR A Book With Some Kick-A** Training Scenes

I’ve been reading a lot of romance and YA contemporary books lately so Kick-A** Training Scenes are totally out of the picture. The last book I read that have really pretty intense training was Above the Sky by Jenny Lynne.

    “A Girl Worth Fighting For” – A Ship You Will Defend Till Your Last Breath

The first ship that comes to mind is Juliette and Warner from the Shatter Me Series by Tahereh Mafi. I absolutely love them together and will ship them until my very last breath.

  Huns – A Book/Character That Gives You the Creeps

Queen Levana from the Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer. Not only is she evil and the worst, but everything about her creeps me out in the most horrifying way. I mean just look at that book cover… totally creepy right?

  Mulan – Your Favourite Bada** Female Protagonist

My goodness… I can’t just mention one. I mean there are plenty of strong bad a** female protagonist and yeah… just no. I can’t pick just one… but I will say that Cinder, Hermione, Katniss, Juliette Ferrars, Adelina Amouteru, and Kestrel are just some of my faves heroines.

TAGGING EVERYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS.

Randomly picking whoever on my most recent WordPress Notifications. So, if you feel like doing this tag, go for it! Don’t forget to leave the links to your posts!

boundtowriting

firstbooklove

auroralibrialis

the-bibliofile

ofthestarssblog

theroyalbookshelf

carriesbookreviews

nerdnarrationblog

hammockofbooks

Have fun!!!

Mulan Book Tag Hi Loves! Today I have a fun book tag to share with you all. But first, I want to thank Marianna from…

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Masterlist Part 2

Masterlist Part one: Link

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 [2022]

Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 Headcanons:

Part one - Link

Hannibal [NBC Series]

Prompts

Hannibal Prompts:

Part one - Link

Hannibal Headcanons:

Part one - Link

Part Two - Link

Coming Soon, I Promise!

THE BOYS [Series] [Tv Show]

General/ Mixed Headcanons:

Part one: Link

OC headcanons:

Oksana "Gorgon" - Link

Original Writing

The Raven's Ode - Link

Original Character Headcanons:

Part One - Link

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Hannibal Headcanons

Author's Note: I got bored, so I decided to come up with some headcanons. I hope you like them. If you do, I'll write up some more in the future.

This is only part one. There will be more coming soon.

Masterlist

Other Stuff I have written: Link

General

1. Marianna [The female reader] grew up in a rather wealthy family, the second eldest of four children. Often left in the care of nannies or staff due to her parents busy, social and political lifestyle.

2. She grew up in a rather opulent mansion, surrounded by art, history, and a collection of rare and macabre artifacts. The mansion, passed down through generations, housed a vast library that became Marianna's sanctuary and escape from the stifling social expectations of her family.

3. As a child, Marianna displayed an early fascination with the macabre and the mysterious. She was drawn to stories of mythical creatures, ancient folklore, and tales of darkness and death. This fascination led her to immerse herself in literature, studying the works of authors like H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, and Bram Stoker, which further fueled her interest in the unknown and the supernatural.

4. Marianna has a son, Luka Volkov, born when she was in her early twenties when she was dating Mikhail Ivanov, a renowned Russian artist. Despite their passionate relationship, they ultimately grew apart due to their conflicting personalities and ambitions. Marianna was dedicated to her studies and art, while Mikhail was often preoccupied with his own career. After their separation, Marianna took full custody of Luka, and though she adores her son, she is also fiercely protective of her independence and personal space.

5. Luka is deeply important to Marianna, and she does her best to balance her responsibilities as a mother with her own pursuits. She instills in him a love for art, literature, and critical thinking, nurturing his intellectual curiosity. Despite being emotionally reserved, Marianna cherishes the moments she spends with her son, and their bond is one of mutual understanding and respect.

6. Her second born is a girl, name Masha Volkova born in 2003, while she was in a rather brief relationship with Arthur Smith. Which made Masha is a Russian-American, born in the United States. Marianna's relationship with Arthur was passionate but short-lived, and they eventually went their separate ways. However, Marianna maintains a cordial relationship with Arthur and is actively involved in Masha's life, despite the distance between them.

7. She bought her home in Baltimore, Maryland and relocated there with her children, Luka and Masha, after accepting a position as a professor at a prestigious university. Baltimore's rich history and dark allure appealed to Marianna, making it the perfect place for her to delve into her academic pursuits while still indulging in her fascination with the mysterious and macabre.

8. Luka was initially resistant to the move, he quickly adapted to his new surroundings. He is 17 and Masha is 10 years old when the move occurred. Despite the busy schedule, she made sure to enroll Luka in a reputable school and support his interests and aspirations. Masha was still in primary school so she took on the responsibility of homeschooling her for a brief period until she found the right school for her.

9. Whenever Luka wants to have his nails painted, Marianna gladly does it for him and often stating, "Which colour did you want to go with this time?" Which is usually met with excitement from Luka, as he enjoys the bonding time with his mother. Marianna takes pride in breaking traditional gender norms and encourages her children to express themselves authentically.

10. If Luka wanted to wear a dress, she would often make sure they were custom made to fit his tastes, and would support his decision without hesitation. Marianna firmly believes that individuals should be free to express themselves and embrace their true selves, regardless of societal expectations or gender norms. No expense was ever left to ensure her children felt loved, accepted, and supported in their individuality.

Likes - Food

American hot sauce: Mainly because of the fiery and intense flavour it has.

Spicy Food: She loves spicy food, the spicier the better and the spicier the food. The more likely she is to enjoy it.

Cravings: She gets cravings for spicy chicken wings, Pepsi and Sweet Potato chips when she gets stressed or overwhelmed.

Coffee: Prefers to have her coffee with cream and sugar rather than black. Warmth and richness of coffee is two of the things she loves about it.

Dining Alone: Enjoys dining alone in cafes, quiet restaurants where she can indulge without having another person watch her eat.

Trying New Things: She loves trying new dishes from other cultures

Likes - Dresses

Dark, Gothic-Style: A penchant for wearing dark, gothic-inspired dresses with intricate lace, velvet and corsetry. Often choosing dresses evoking mystery and allure. Embracing a dark aesthetic.

Rich Colours: Deep, Rich colours like burgundy, purple, emerald green, midnight blue and black.

High Collars: Dresses with high collars usually catch her eye more often when they look like came out of the Victorian or Gothic era. Finding them to be a combination of elegance and sophistication.

Prefers floral dresses in Pink and Red: Enjoys wearing pink floral dresses with long tulle sleeves and a 3d floral embroidery. These often have deep v-cut neckline and pearl beads or intricate beadwork, creating a delicate and enchanting look.

Custom Made Dresses: These allow her dream dresses come to life in ways she wouldn't have thought possible.

Dislikes - Food

Fast Food: She dislikes fast food and prefers to indulge in carefully prepared and flavorful dishes.

Bland Food: Marianna dislikes bland or tasteless food, as she enjoys bold and intense flavors.

Excessively Sweet American Desserts: Marianna Volkova finds American desserts that are excessively sweet unappealing, as she prefers flavors with depth and complexity rather than overwhelming sweetness.

Processed Foods: She avoids processed foods and opts for fresh, natural ingredients in her meals.

Overly Salty Dishes: She dislikes dishes that are overly salty, as it masks the natural flavors of the ingredients.

Cultural Dishes made less spicy: Marianna Volkova enjoys trying dishes from various cultures and appreciates their authentic flavors. However, one thing she dislikes is when cultural dishes are made less spicy to cater to a broader audience. She appreciates the originality and intensity of flavors in traditional dishes and prefers them to be served as they were intended to be. Marianna believes that the true essence of a dish lies in its authentic preparation and is not a fan of adaptations that compromise its original taste.

Dislikes - Dresses

Neon Colors: Marianna stays away from dresses in neon colors, as they clash with her preference for deep, rich hues.

Dresses with Uncomfortable Fabrics: She avoids dresses made from uncomfortable fabrics that may hinder her movement or cause discomfort throughout the day.

Mass-Produced Dresses: Marianna dislikes wearing mass-produced dresses commonly found in chain stores. She values uniqueness and prefers custom-made or one-of-a-kind pieces reflecting her individuality.

Overly Revealing Dresses: As she prefers to maintain more to the imagination rather than exposing too much, as a result she steers clear of dresses which reveal too much.

Heavy Embellishments: While she appreciates intricate details, Marianna dislikes dresses with excessively heavy embellishments, as they can feel cumbersome and distract from the overall aesthetic.

Extremely Tight Dresses: She avoids dresses that are extremely tight or constricting, preferring ones that allow for comfortable movement and freedom.

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Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Seven

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie: I told Marianna their ears flush when they lie. Steve: Why? Eddie: Look. Eddie: Hey Marianna! Do you love us? Marianna, covering their ears: No. Steve:

*context*: Marianna only just started hanging out with Eddie and Steve.

Eddie: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place. Marianna: You people already know too much about me. Steve: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Eddie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Marianna: We got spring water Eddie: NO. Steve: with EXTRA minerals Marianna: it's like licking a stalagmite Eddie: DON'T COME HOME. Steve: Mmmmm cave water

Eddie: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Marianna: *turning to Steve* How tall are you?

Eddie, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Marianna: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Eddie: Orange soda, please! Marianna: I'll have the strawberry soda. Steve: Me too, strawberry soda. Eddie:

Marianna: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Steve: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Eddie: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Marianna, to Eddie: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Eddie, motioning to themself and Steve: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Marianna: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night. Steve: You were flirting with Eddie. Marianna: So what? He's my partner. Steve: You asked them if he was single. Marianna: Steve: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

Marianna: If Eddie and I were drowning, who would you save? Steve: You two can't swim? Eddie: It's a hypothetical question, Steve! who would you save? Steve: my time and effort.

Marianna: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Steve: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Eddie: I ate it too- Steve: See? Eddie::-On purpose... Marianna & Steve: ...What?

Marianna: Yo dumbass, get over here. Steve: Okay Eddie: * gleefully runs past* I'm coming! Steve, sadly: I thought...I was dumbass...

The squad is trying to con some random guy Marianna: Um, Eddie, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Eddie: We need money! Marianna: You're scamming him? Eddie: I was thinking more like flat- out stealing from him? Marianna: What?!No way! Eddie: Why not? We already stole Steve! Steve: Hey guys Marianna: No, we didn't. Steve can think and talk for himself, he can do whatever he wants! Steve: I wanna steal

Marianna: Look at the buns on that guy! Eddie: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns* Steve:: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Marianna:: I'm not going back to jail!

Marianna: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there's nothing there? Eddie: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before. Marianna: Marianna: *sobs* Steve: You fucking scared her, you idiot.

Marianna: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Eddie: They do. Steve: Why did you say that with such...certainty?

Marianna: *accidentally brushes Eddie’s hand with her own* Eddie: *aggressively holds her hand* Fucking commit to it!

Marianna: Kissing can burns 26 calories in a minute, wanna work-out with me? ;) Eddie: Are saying that I'm fat? Marianna: No that's not what I meant I-

Marianna: Eddie, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Eddie: Well of course I have. Eddie: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Eddie: It's boring.

Marianna: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Eddie: What- how? Marianna: You’d be like 'come to bed … Mr. President' and I’d be like, 'I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.'

Marianna: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Eddie: Marianna, that's a coma. Marianna: Sounds festive.

Marianna: Eddie... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Eddie: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Marianna: Marianna: I wrote sanitize, Eddie.

Marianna: I don’t do relationships. Eddie: *exists* Marianna: Shit.

Marianna: Change is inedible. Eddie: Don't you mean inevitable? Marianna, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Marianna: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Eddie: You need to stop.

Marianna: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Eddie: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Eddie: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine Eddie: I became more evil if you’re curious Marianna: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Eddie: I'm going to get worse on purpose

Eddie, tending to Marianna's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Marianna: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Eddie: Someone will die. Marianna: Of fun!

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Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Six

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Marianna, pointing at him and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Eddie: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Marianna: I beg to differ Eddie: Then Beg

Eddie: This is bothering me. Marianna: Well, you are digging up a corpse. Eddie: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Eddie: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Marianna: Wednesay Eddie: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

Eddie: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Marianna: Marianna: Eddie, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Eddie: *Sips coffee from a bowl*

Eddie: Marianna and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Marianna: Sentences. Eddie: Don't interrupt me.

Eddie, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Marianna: How? Eddie: How what? Marianna: How could they be worse? Eddie: They couldn’t, I lied. Marianna:

Eddie: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Marianna: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Eddie: This is such a bad idea. Marianna: Then why are you coming along? Eddie: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Eddie: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Marianna: That's why I carry two swords.

Eddie: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Marianna: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Eddie: We need a distraction. Marianna: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Steve, whispering: My time has come

*Eddie and Marianna sitting in jail together* Marianna: So who should we call? Eddie: I’d call Steve, but I feel safer in jail

Eddie: Hey Marianna, Marianna: Yes? Eddie: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Marianna: Marianna: Where’s Steve?

Eddie: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Marianna: The car takes a screenshot. Steve: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Eddie: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Marianna does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Steve: If Marianna were to jump off a cliff, she would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Marianna jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Eddie: You jump off a cliff! Steve: Gladly. Provided Marianna did first.

Eddie: WHY. why did you give Steve a KNIFE?! Marianna: I’m sorry. He said he felt unsafe. Eddie: Now I feel unsafe! Marianna: I’m sorry. Marianna: ... would you like a knife?

Eddie, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Marianna, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Steve: what the fuck are you guys doing? Eddie: playing systemic oppression

Eddie, texting Marianna: Marianna! Help I’m being kidnapped Steve: Where are you? Eddie: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Marianna: I’ll call Steve. Steve, answering their cell: Y’ello? Marianna: Where’s Eddie? He texted me that he was being kidnapped. Steve: Eddie? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me- Steve: Steve: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Steve: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Eddie: WHO ARE YOU?!

Eddie: Marianna and I don’t use pet names. Steve: I see. Hey, what do bees make? Eddie: Honey? Marianna: Yes, dear? Eddie: Steve: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Eddie: Marianna and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Steve: *Sighing* What did Marianna do? Eddie: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Marianna: *out of breath* Who wants a steering wheel?

Eddie, trying to ask Marianna out: Would you like to stay for dinner? Steve: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Eddie: What do you think Marianna will do for a distraction? Steve: probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Steve: ... or she could do that.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Eddie please come to the front desk? Eddie, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Marianna and Steve Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Marianna and Steve, simultaneously: We got lost :( Eddie: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Eddie: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. Marianna: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you. Steve: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Eddie: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Marianna: You’re a hazard to society Steve: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Eddie: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? Marianna: How am I supposed to know? Steve: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult. Marianna: *sighs* Marianna: You wouldn't be trapped.

Eddie, driving Marianna and Steve: So how was your day? Marianna: We almost got surprise adopted! Eddie: What? Steve: We almost got kidnapped. Eddie: Oh, okay. Eddie: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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One of Our Better Angels

Prompt(s): "I yell back when I'm scared. Mainly both out of fear. But I also do it to establish dominance over the creature scaring me." + "When in doubt, yell at the thing that scared you. Not only to retaliate, but to establish dominance." + "Take this jumper it'll keep you warm."

Prompt List: Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Masterlist: Link

Marianna's Backstory

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Genre: Sci-Fi / Horror / Fantasy

Rating: M - Recommended for ages 15+

"I yell back when I'm scared. Mainly out of fear. But I also do it to establish dominance over the creature scaring me." Marianna said to Eddie explaining why she never was scared to go in first into a dangerous place or haunted buildings.

"That still doesn't make sense." Eddie replied, still confused by it.

"It does to me. It's really soothing and cathartic." Marianna replied. "Try it sometime and see how it turns out,"

"I don't have to do that right now, do I?" Eddie asked.

"No. I won't embarrass you further, I'm not that cruel." Marianna answered, still working on a crossword.

"When in doubt, yell at the thing that scares you. Not only to retaliate, but to establish dominance." Kolya mentioned looking outside the window to scare away anyone that was looking for either of them.

"I still can't get over the fact that you had the need to lie about who you were." Eddie stated.

"I know. But at the time, I didn't know anyone here and I most certainly didn't trust anyone here either. The exception is Kolya over there. He came to America with me," she said.

“And you only just started to trust me?” Eddie paced around the room confused about the whole ordeal.

“You said you wanted to think about it and get back to me to decide whether or not you still wanted to be my friend.” Marianna explains to him, still focused on the crossword in front of her.

“And you can hate me for it later. But as far I am concerned we can help you and make sure you stay alive in the upside down. I would have told you sooner if I had it my way. But I didn’t know if you could be trusted or not.”

“And you can hate me for it later. But as far as I am concerned, I can help you stay alive. I would have told you sooner if I had my way. But I didn’t know if you could be trusted or not.” Marianna says as she finishes her crossword puzzle.

"We have been there multiple times," Kolya explained. "We're suited to that type of work."

"That's why I waited so long," Marianna replied. "I wanted to be sure that you could handle it."

"I'm not doing a thing." Eddie yelled at her.

"I'm not asking you to do anything. All I want you to do is not die that's all I'm asking you to do." Marianna stated clearly stating that she wanted to show him that she could be trusted. "If you have any other questions. By all means ask them either today or tomorrow."

Marianna handed him a large jumper, "Take this jumper it'll keep you warm." she said, clearly a gift to hammer it home that she wanted him to trust her.

"I know this might come to you as some kind of shock, but I have been to the other side of that type of gate multiple times." Marianna started to say into the tape recorder. "What I am about to explain will confuse and explain everything I haven't gotten the chance to tell you."

Marianna continued to explain everything that had already happened to her and her two close friends. But she also disclosed any information she learned about the Demogorgons. She also said that if they wanted her to help them. They would have to say it to her face. She wanted to make sure they were sincere in their request, so she wanted to hear it from them directly, rather than relying on secondhand information.

"I can make sure they can't find Eddie." Marianna promised them that and she was more than happy to make sure she fulfilled that promise. She knew some people who could help her keep Eddie hidden and out of sight, so she was confident that no one would find him and compromise their safety.

"You trust her?" Steve said to Dustin.

"Yeah, Of course I do. I mean I want to." Dustin replied with a shrug.

"We have to. We don't have a choice." Mike told them.

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Sleep Specialist's Results

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Horror

Masterlist: LINK

Trigger Warning(s):

Nightmares, Night Terrors, Bad Dreams

Swearing, Cussing, Cursing

Sequel to: Disassembled Creatures

Marianna's Point of View

The waiting room is eerie silence as I anxiously awaited my turn to see the sleep specialist. I fidgeted with the sleeves, wiggling around in my seat and my foot tapping. I couldn't help but feel like I was being swallowed whole by my nervous erratic behaviour. I have this issue for years.

Since I can remember, sleep has always eluded me. The countless nights of tossing, turning and then staring at the ceiling while Eddie slept peacefully beside me. The longing need to have great night's rest, to wake feeling like I didn't need more sleep and to feel like a normal functioning human being. After what it felt like an eternity until my name was finally called, a nurse came over and lead me to the doctor's office.

The sleep specialist's office was dimly lit, with soft ambient music playing in the background. The air felt heavy with anticipation as I took a seat across from the doctor's desk. Dr. Adams, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Ms. Sokolova," Dr. Adams said, his voice soothing and calming. "I've reviewed your case history and conducted some initial assessments. It seems you've been struggling with sleep-related issues for quite some time."

I nodded, my hands tightly gripping the edge of the chair. "Yes, it's been going on for years. I've tried various remedies and therapies, but nothing has worked so far. It's affecting my daily life, my energy levels, and my relationship with Eddie. I have no trouble falling asleep that's not the issue, I have a sleep schedule which I do each evening before I get ready for bed." I handed him the detailed written form of my sleep schedule to him from my folder.

The schedule has things like exercising on a treadmill for an hour, drinking a herbal tea to help me relax enough to sleep through the night. Then I would have a pleasant warm shower. I have listed the medications I have taken in the past to help with sleep deprivation. Sometimes I even just stick to having three hour naps and just do work stuff I haven't finished yet until I'm tired enough to back to sleep.

"These nightmares also occur when I sleep on my back," I added as he went through the sleep schedule.

Dr. Adams nodded, studying the sleep schedule intently. "Nightmares can certainly contribute to sleep disturbances," he acknowledged. "Sleeping on your back may be triggering them in some way. We'll delve deeper into that aspect during our assessment."

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. Finally, someone who might be able to understand and help me. Dr. Adams continued, "Based on your sleep schedule and the information you've provided, it seems like you've been doing everything right to promote good sleep hygiene. However, there might be underlying factors at play that we need to explore."

The appointment went better than what I thought it would be and as soon as I got back home I called Eddie to make sure he knew what happened, what the plan was going to be and that he didn't have to worry.

Eddie picked up the phone on the second ring, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, Marianna. How did it go? Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Hey, Eddie. Yeah, it went okay. I saw a sleep specialist, Dr. Adams. He seems really knowledgeable and empathetic. He believes there might be some underlying factors causing my sleep issues, so we're going to delve deeper into it. There will be a few more tests run, but it's a lot more complex than just Insomnia like I thought it was. Don't worry you'll be the first person I'll call if anything happens or if anything goes wrong. Once I figure this out, we can talk about whether or not we still want to have kids of our own or go ahead with adoption."

We were talking about whether or not we wanted to adopt or have children of our own three months ago. I didn't know whether or not my sleeping problem would be something genetic and could be passed down, if that was the case we wanted to consider other options. Eddie remained silent on the other end of the line, and I could sense the weight of the decision hanging in the air.

"We'll talk more about this later, don't worry about needing to speak about right now and I know how much you would rather speak about it in person." I added before he said anything else.

Eddie sighed on the other end of the line, and I could almost picture the worried expression on his face. "You're right, Marianna. We'll discuss it in person when you're ready. Your health and well-being come first. Just focus on getting the answers and treatment you need."

A sense of relief washed over me as Eddie's words sank in. Despite the uncertainty surrounding my sleep issues and the impact it could have on our plans for the future, Eddie's unwavering support gave me strength. I knew we would face whatever challenges came our way together.

Eddie told me about what they planned to do with the tour and where they were going in America. By the sounds of it, a lot of work has gone into this and I am proud of him. As Eddie shared the details of their upcoming tour, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as he talked about the excitement and adventure that awaited him on the road. While I was grateful for his support, a part of me wished I could join him on this journey, free from the shackles of my sleep issues.

"I'm really proud of you, Eddie," I said, genuine admiration lacing my voice. "It sounds like an incredible opportunity, and I know you'll do amazing things. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself while you're away, okay?"

Eddie's voice softened, and I could tell he understood my unspoken longing to be with him. "Of course, Marianna. I'll make sure to prioritize my well-being too. And hey, maybe someday we'll have the chance to go on an adventure together, without any worries or sleep troubles holding us back."

I smiled, the image of us embarking on an adventure together bringing a glimmer of hope to my tired soul. "That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I look forward to that day."

I smiled, the image of us embarking on an adventure together bringing a glimmer of hope to my tired soul. "That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I look forward to that day." I added. "I certainly hope you've eaten dinner, don't tell me you haven't."

Eddie chuckled on the other end of the line. "Don't worry, Marianna. I just finished dinner before we started talking. I'm taking care of myself, I promise."

"Did you take one of my jackets with you? I know you said you wanted to take one or two of them with you." I asked thinking about it more. "I added an oversized hoodie in case it gets cold."

Eddie laughed. "Yes, I did. I couldn't resist taking one of your jackets with me. It's like having a piece of you with me on the road. And the oversized hoodie sounds perfect for those chilly nights. I'll make sure to wear it and think of you."

"If you need anything else, I find a way to get it to you as soon I as I can." I mentioned thinking about it still. "Just because I can't sleep well, doesn't mean I can't make sure you have what you need." I added rather quickly.

Eddie's voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Marianna. I appreciate your support and willingness to help, even with your own struggles. You're incredible, you know that?"

"I can go on and on about how cool you were. I have a feeling one of us is getting rather sleepy and it's not me." I replied stifling a giggle.

Eddie chuckled, his voice filled with warmth. "Yeah, I think you're right. Tour preparations have left me exhausted. But I'll be fine. I'll get a good night's rest before the tour kicks off. You take care of yourself too, Marianna."

"I will. I'll call you tomorrow okay?" I replied sipping my cup of sleep tea.

"Sounds good," Eddie replied, his voice becoming softer. "Sleep well, Marianna. I love you."

"I love you now and forever. Sleep well and don't let the bed bugs bite." I replied with a contented sigh, I hung up the phone and set it aside. The weight of the day's events began to settle, and I knew it was time to take care of myself. Dr. Adams had given me a glimmer of hope, and although there were still uncertainties ahead, I felt a renewed sense of determination.

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Disassembled Creatures

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Horror, Angst

Masterlist: Link

Trigger Warning(s):

Nightmares, Night Terrors, bad dreams

Swearing, cursing, cussing

Summary: Marianna (Female reader) has a rather vivid nightmare, the same one occurs each time she tries to fall asleep. Most of the time this occurs when she sleeps in a particular way and whenever she sleeps alone. Eddie and his is also going on tour through America.

Author's Note: Eddie is still alive in this universe. Years after season four. I have to warn you this one is pretty long.

Marianna's Point of View

I tossed and turned, I couldn't sleep and I didn't know why for a very long time. The night heavy, silence broken by distant hums of crickets as I lay in my bed and my mind raced, thoughts about my nightmare, how it never changed and it always ended with me swimming in my own sweat. I could never tell anyone why that was the case and even putting a fan into my room or even opening my window made my nightmares horrible.

I have tried drinking warm milk, herbal tea, practicing relaxation techniques before bed and I have even tried just exercising an hour or two before bed. Nothing seemed to work and things that worked, they were hugging pillows while I slept. Hugging people while I went to sleep too.

I peaked at the clock on the bedside table near me, it was 3:00am. sleep wouldn't come easily tonight. Darkness engulfed my room, amplifying the weight of my restless thoughts and the cricket sounds outside felt like they were mocking me with their rhythmic chorus, their incessant hum accentuating my insomnia.

Nightmares had plagued me for as long as I could remember. Each night, I found myself trapped in a terrifying world, a realm of twisted horrors that left me gasping for air and drenched in perspiration. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the clutches of these relentless terrors.

Sleep had always remained elusive as the creatures of the Upside Down, with their disassembled forms and haunting eyes, invaded my dreams. They lurked in the shadows, their grotesque shapes contorting and shifting with an eerie fluidity. Their presence was suffocating, their whispers echoing through the darkness, filling my mind with a paralyzing fear.

"What are you doing awake this early?" Eddie said one morning walking into the kitchen, as I sipped my third cup of coffee.

"I haven't slept, I tried sleeping for three hours and I stayed awake for the rest of the night." I replied rather bluntly. "Don't ask about whether or not I have tried anything because the answer is yes." I added.

Eddie looked at me with concern in his eyes. He was my closest friend, always there to lend a listening ear and offer support. We started dating two years ago, and despite the challenges we faced individually and as a couple, our bond only grew stronger over time.

Before he could say anything else, I pointed out the medication I have been taking for a month and explained the side effects and the lack of improvement it had brought. "I thought this would help, Eddie. It's not working like I thought it would. I'm tired of these nightmares, of feeling exhausted all the time."

"I hate seeing you like this," he said softly.

"I have an appointment with a sleep specialist this afternoon. Fingers crossed I get it worked out." I continued. "Don't worry about me and go on tour, you earned that."

Eddie sighed and reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "Marianna, you know I would never prioritize a tour over your well-being. We're in this together, remember?"

"And I won't have you delay something you've worked on for over a year. Your music is your passion, Eddie. I don't want my struggles to hold you back. I'll figure this out, I promise," I said, trying to reassure him.

Eddie looked into my eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. After a moment, he nodded, his grip on my hand tightening slightly.

"Okay," he said softly. "But promise me one thing."

"What?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Promise me that you'll keep me updated, that you won't face this alone," he said earnestly. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

"Don't worry about it, once I figure it out and I will finally sleep like a baby."