#They both want to change parts of themselves/shy away from parts of themselves

[xtra7s]

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 (𝗪𝗟𝗪) ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N got casted as lovers in a new show

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, G!P!Renee, penatration sex, alcohol

Word Count: 1.5k

masterlist | part 2

In the bustling city of Los Angeles, two talented individuals were about to embark on a thrilling journey that would forever change their lives. Renee Rapp, a celebrated popstar and actor, was known for her enchanting performances that captivated audiences worldwide. Y/N, a rising starlet, had recently made a name for herself with her remarkable acting skills.

Fate had brought them together unexpectedly as they were cast as co-stars in a groundbreaking lesbian show, “Unveiling Hearts.” The series aimed to celebrate diverse love stories and break barriers, resonating deeply with a very gay fanbase.

From the moment they met during the first script reading, sparks flew between Renee and Y/N. However, their connection wasn’t just limited to their on-screen chemistry. They both sensed an undeniable tension that lingered beneath the surface, threatening to unravel even the most composed of scenes.

As the filming progressed, the tension between the two actresses grew more palpable. Their characters’ love story mirrored the intensity of their own hidden desires, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish fiction from reality. The lines between acting and genuine emotions began to blur.

One evening, after a particularly intense scene, Renee invited Y/N to her trailer to practice a moment they were about to film the next day. The air was thick with unspoken desires as they found themselves slightly drunk on boxed wine, alone in the intimate space. The trailer’s dim lighting and the sound of raindrops against the windows added to the charged atmosphere.

The soft hum of distant music filled the air as they settled onto a plush couch, both feeling a subtle excitement hanging in the atmosphere.

The two had been practicing for quite some time, deciding to chill out for a bit. However, there was an unspoken tension lingering between them. A connection that had subtly shifted, leaving a delicate anticipation in its wake.

As they sat side by side, Renee couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. The gentle flicker of the candles played on Y/N's face, casting a soft glow that highlighted their features. Renee's heart raced as she felt a magnetic pull towards Y/N, a longing that had been building over time.

Y/N, sensing the shift in the air, turned to meet Renee's gaze. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt as if the world around them had faded away. The conversation paused, replaced by a silent understanding that something was about to change.

Renee's hand found its way to Y/N's, fingers intertwining as they shared a shy smile. The touch sent a wave of warmth through both of them, breaking down the barriers that had kept their feelings hidden.

The room seemed to shrink as they inched closer, drawn by an invisible force. Renee's hot breathe lingering on Y/Ns lips, creating a delicate dance of shared anticipation. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the unspoken promise of something beautiful.

And then, with a soft and genuine tenderness, their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, filled with the unspoken emotions that had lingered between them for so long. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the sweetness of that shared connection.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and their inhibitions melted away. Their bodies moved in sync, fueled by a passion that had long been suppressed.

The initial kiss ignited a spark between Renee and Y/N, and as they pulled away, there was a shared, unspoken agreement that they both wanted more. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with a newfound intensity that neither of them could ignore.

Without breaking eye contact, Renee cupped Y/N's face with a gentle touch, her thumb tracing soft circles on Y/N's cheek. Y/N reciprocated by running their fingers through Renee's hair, a silent encouragement that spoke volumes. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and desire as they closed the gap between them once again.

Their second kiss was more rough, a testament to the emotions that had been building up between them. Lips moved in sync, exploring the uncharted territory of each other's mouths. It was a dance of passion and vulnerability, a language only they understood.

Renee's heart raced, feeling the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against hers. The couch beneath them became a haven, a place where time seemed to slow down as they lost themselves in the shared rhythm of their kisses. The soft sounds of their breaths, the gentle sighs, and the occasional quiet giggle filled the room.

As the intensity of their embrace deepened, Renee's hands traced the contours of Y/N's back, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Y/N, in turn, explored the landscape of Renee's shoulders, fingers dancing delicately along her skin. Every touch communicated a depth of connection that went beyond mere physicality.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they continued their intimate exchange, wrapped up in the blissful cocoon of their shared affection. Time became irrelevant as they surrendered to the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

Y/N's hand rested on top of Renee's thigh, squeezing gently before slowly sliding upward towards her inner thigh. Their fingers traced delicate circles around the hem of her shorts, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin. Renee bit her lower lip nervously, squirming slightly in anticipation of what was coming next.

"Are you sure about this?" she whispered out, her voice trembling with uncertainty mixed with excitement. Y/N nodded reassuringly, their thumb rubbing circles on the exposed flesh above her knee.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Y/N replied confidently, her eyes locked onto hers. Their lips crashed together hungrily, tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths as they became more bold in their movements. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and dip until finally, Y/N reached beneath Renee's shirt and pushed it upwards, exposing her boobs to the cool air.

Renee gasped softly as Y/N cupped one breast in her palm, massaging it gently while sucking on her neck and chest. Her nipples hardened instantly under the attention, standing erect and begging for more stimulation. Y/N's fingers fumbled with the clasp holding her bra in place, finally freeing both breasts from their confines. They began to knead and tweak them roughly, causing Renee to arch her back into the touch.

"Oh fuck, Y/N" she moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Renee's hands found their way beneath Y/N's tank top, running upwards along their torso until reaching her navel. She circled it slowly at first, savoring the sensation of skin on skin before working her way upwards to cup Y/N's breasts as well.

Their bodies continued to move together rhythmically, their hips grinding against each other in sync with their passionate kisses. Y/N's hand reached down between them, her hand leading between Renee's thigh. With a grin against Renee's lips, She pushed her hand under Renee's shorts, gasping into Renee's mouth when she feels her hard cock and the precum covering the tip.

"Is this all for me, pretty?"

Y/N worked off Renee's shorts and boxers, taking off the rest of her clothes after Renee. Between Renee's legs, Her erect member rubbing against Y/Ns thigh as she sits on Renee's lap. "Tell me you want this too," Renee panted, her breath hot against her ear lobe.

"Please, Renee" Y/N managed to choke out as she kisses Y/N, her voice hoarse with desire. Renee kissed Y/N passionately, "Tell me if you want to stop" She whispers, before slowly pushing inside Y/N, sinking inside of her and stretching her out to fit her cock. Y/N moaned out in both pain and pleasure as Renee continued to move deeper inside her, filling every inch of her up.

Once fully inside, Renee began to thrust her hips rhythmically, hitting all the right spots within Y/N's body. Their hips rocked in unison, generating a wet slapping sound that reverberated throughout the room. Their bodies were now covered in sweat, evidence of their intense fucking.

Y/N gripped onto Renee's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into their skin as she struggled to find a stable place to put her hands amidst the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, leaving Y/N's body shaking uncontrollably.

Renee, also feeling her own climax rapidly approaching, picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder than before. Their breathing became more labored, their bodies slapping against each other in sync with each powerful thrust.

Y/N leaned up, kissing Renee sloppily as she pounds into her, "I'm close... I'm cumming..." Renee moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. At the same time, Y/N yelled out her own release, her juices coating both of them liberally. Renee pulled out, cumming on Y/N's thigh as they continued to move together until their orgasms subsided, panting heavily as they came down from their shared high.

Finally, they collapsed on top of each other, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and fluids. "you're something special," Renee smiled, leaning up as she left soft kisses on Y/N's neck, smiling up at her as they held each other.

[remuslupinslittleslut]

No, like this

Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.

And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333

Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn

Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.

You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.

James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”

He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.

James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.

“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”

It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.

Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.

“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.

He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”

It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.

You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”

Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.

Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.

And then… nothing.

When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”

Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.

“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.

Tagged: @remussbitch

[twst-rose-prisms]

Twst boys preferences for their partners

First of all, sorry for taking so long my rosies 😭😭 schools have been getting to me and I'm trying to catch up with the twst stuff again such as reading the story to understand the characters better! My bestie @twst-megane has been helping me a lot with this once again so tysm 🙏🙏🙏

Characters: All NRC students (except Ortho) x Reader Genre: Fluff Reminder: This is just a headcanon post, so even if you aren't your loved one's preference, do not worry! Remember, love might have preference, but it's never the final thing that decides one's partner, so rest assured~ Your lovely twst boys love you no matter what 🌹❤️ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (coming soon)

🐙 Azul 🐙

- If you manage to date a charismatic, handsome guy like him then I'd say his s/o is the world's luckiest person ever~ He isn't a person who would easily give his heart to someone else considering what happened to him in the past, so it takes time for him to genuinely fall for someone, and you just so happen to be very special to gain his affection! - He would need a s/o who is emotionally intelligent enough, someone that be able to pick up his feelings even though the signs are so subtle, he might brush it off mostly to keep up the professionalism but I'm sure you're the only one that he can trust showing his real side to you with the way you genuinely care and love him despite not being super touchy or show it obviously. - Because of the past he had, his insecurities are also something that needs a warm helping hand. A s/o with a caring, loving tendency would do so he won't think lowly of himself whenever he's around them. Perhaps at one point, despite his initial charismatic, calm appearance, he would think that he doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you. How can you care so much for him like that even after knowing his past or all the terrible things he did? Yet you just wipe those thoughts away from his mind with a gentle, soft reassurance as your hands caress his, feeling each other's warmth... and you caught his ears turning red~ - He pays attention to his appearance a lot especially after he comes on land, since he can nicely dress himself up and also even change his scent with different kinds of colognes. So I think he would have preferences for appearance too for a partner, maybe a s/o that knows how to dress themselves nicely enough, no need for fancy make-up or flashy clothing, but would be a nice touch if they like to use perfume like him too. He is pretty keen with his senses, and maybe he took a liking to you due to your scent... but he wouldn't openly admit that it smells really nice (or he gonna end up blushing and getting teased by the tweels). - Bonus: Azul would be the type to fumble at first when he got into a relationship, so being patient and teaching him would get him to fall even more for his s/o. He might study and research beforehand, but nothing comes as close as a real experience after all, he would get really flustered during your first kiss or when you embrace him... like a shy octopus, so just take it slow and intimate with him💖

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🐬Jade 🐬

- Being someone who loves to serve someone as his nature, it's no surprise when his s/o usually being the one receiving instead of giving. He wouldn't have a specific preference when it comes to finding a partner, but he would like it if his s/o let him serve them, it's something he likes to do and he wants you to enjoy it too. Being dependent on him, asking for his help with something when you can't do it by yourself, and he would immediately be there to lend a helping hand. Don't hold back or feel bad because like I said, it's something he likes doing after all. - Though I think he would like it if his s/o treated him equally too, like they're both on the same ground and not just a serving/receiving relationship only. He would find it fascinating that someone like you thought of him that way despite how he keeps offering his service to you, it's just... interesting to him, he probably gave you one of those smiles of his and brushed it off to you but little did you know... you have become the most intriguing person in his eyes and he would like to study you more. (Think of it as a good thing! Probably...) - If his s/o happens to show interest in him, he would be curious and start bringing up topics such as his hobby if they're curious about it, like for example: terrariums or mushrooms. Even better if his s/o actually shows genuine attention to them, he would feel delighted as you both talk about the said topic for hours until it's time to bid goodbye and get back. He felt like he seemingly just found a great partner, someone he is interested in as you're also interested in him... I'd say it's a special mutual feeling~ - He probably has researched a lot about the fashion on the land, hence why you see him dress up really well in a lot of times, so I think he would like it if his s/o knew how to dress nicely on the right occasion. Like Azul, he doesn't need you to wear fancy or flashy clothing, but just taking care of your look properly is enough, maybe some light perfume would catch his attention too as he would be able to tell that you were here or you're around this area easier with your scent (It's less work for him in a sense too) - Bonus: I think surprises would get him the most. Maybe something like knowledge about mushrooms or attempting to build a mini terrarium and show it to him, he would be delighted that you actually spent time on something like this just to impress him, and you sure did but that's not the only thing that will happen (his heart will be impressed too) 💖

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🦈Floyd 🦈

- The most unpredictable out of all characters, he can have such constant mood swings that make it hard for others to keep up with him, so I think his s/o should be someone that at least be able to handle them and doesn't get impatient with it. The moment he gets bored with someone he'll move on quickly, as such, patience is something that you would need when you date Floyd. If you can't keep up with his eccentric, constantly changing personality or easily get irritated then it'll be hard to put the relationship together. - He is pretty open when it comes to dating or preference because he won't be the one the reciprocate easily, his s/o should be someone who at least show constant interest in him or know how to get loose and have fun occasionally of when the right time come, maybe even know to play pranks too. He would be surprised in a way that makes him all chuckling and laughing in an... interesting way, don't worry, it's just how he usually is so don't get too startled, it just means he's having fun and you'd probably prefer it whenever he does. Also, it means he's having fun because of you, which is a great thing since you're that intriguing to him! - Though, it doesn't have to be someone that know how to have fun all the time, it could be a s/o who is pretty attentive, they can read his body language or treat him with genuine emotions, especially to not treat him like he's stupid or a fool. He might act like that but he needs respect too! I think he would be pretty impressed if you're able to guess what is he thinking right now from his behaviors (considering only Jade would be able to do that) and would squeeze you like a happy eel guy he is. - Unlike Azul and Jade, I don't think he would have a preference for appearance too much since he's pretty open to anything. He also doesn't pay attention to his looks most of the time too since well... You see how he dresses up most of the time. But since he's pretty interested in shoes, maybe if you happen to have a bit of knowledge about them then it'll impress him since he's quite fixated on the said topic. I think he would be pretty keen with his nose too so he can tell what kinda scent you got like Jade, he probably doesn't have a favorite scent but as long as it's nothing too heavy or so then he'll be absolutely whipped~ - Bonus: Squeezing hours is the most effective way for someone like Floyd! He will give you a silly sea creature nickname as a way to show his affection but also hug- I mean, squeeze you often too whenever he caught a glimpse of you around the school. If you treat him well he'll really enjoy being around you, so I hope you're ready for the most random squeezing ever from the silly guy himself 💖

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🕌Kalim🕌

- This big ball of sunshine definitely needs someone who knows how to take care of others or be attentive, knowing how clumsy he can be, he needs a s/o who loves to take care of him or pay a lot of attention just in case he accidentally injures himself again (might as well call you Jamil's sibling-), but when he sees how worried you look whenever you look out for him, he will try his best to be careful with himself too! The last thing he wanna see is your sad face after all so he'll remember your advice as best as he can! - He needs someone who has stability and balance to themselves so they won't feel tired out when they're with him, knowing how energetic he can be. Taking care of himself and making sure he's okay is one thing, but he also wants you to look out for your health too and not just all about him! You both would look out for each other (even though it's mostly your side), it's a relationship of caring and giving mutually and constantly~ - I feel like other than stability, he would like a s/o who knows how to have fun too when the time comes. Who wouldn't like some fun once in a while! He probably drags his s/o around to have fun with him, whether it be having a banquet or a ride with the magic carpet, he wants to see that pretty smile of yours every day, especially when you stay by his side, it just makes things more special to him you know? It's like he's the only one that can make you all bright and cheered up or show you a whole new world! - I think when he gets into a relationship, he can be a bit of a big puppy or touchy, I mean, who doesn't enjoy a warm, loving hug from your loved one? So he might need a s/o that doesn't mind too much skinship at the time or maybe even enjoys sudden hugs out of nowhere. Of course, he still knows how to respect boundaries at times or read the mood, but when he gets too happy he just couldn't help but embrace you! You bring him immense joy, so treasure those moments as much as you can, because there isn't anybody else that's like him after all. - Bonus: It's a bit hard to get him to like someone in a specific way, since in a sense anything could get him to like you, he is pretty easy to gain affection with how soft and kind he is compared to other characters, but if you're being forward and direct with your feelings then he'll surely return those feelings even stronger or brighter like the sunshine he is💖

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🐍Jamil 🐍

- Being the vice leader of Scarabia with tons of work every day, I'm sure he can get very tired sometimes even though he doesn't show it on his face; that's why I think he needs a s/o that would be there to take care and reminds him to get loose or to take breaks in between. He's the one giving most of the time so it would be nice if it's the opposite once in a while. It doesn't need to be anything too grand, just a gentle reminder from you or maybe you can be sweeter and put a small note in between his school books with tiny scribbles here in there that reads "Daily reminder: Take a break in between! ;)". He definitely would not show it to anyone else in case he gets embarrassed, but he really appreciates that someone cares for him this much and wants the best for him despite the way he keeps burdening himself with work and chores and doesn't have too much free time. - Like Kalim, he probably needs someone who is also stable and has balance in their life so they can manage themselves better without needing other's help, he would be impressed his s/o knows how to organize things so well without his help (since he usually ended up being the helping hand most of the time) and wonder if you grow up being by yourself or perhaps used to be the same situation as him... Either way, he would compliment you for your independence and admit it out loud, he isn't a person who saves the praising for nothing. Speaking of that, maybe you could give some compliments to him too in return for his hard work. He is used to praises, but if it comes from you then it just hits differently. It feels like he actually got appreciated genuinely with kindness! - He's a member of the basketball club and is very good at the said sport, so I think he would like a s/o that also has decently good stamina to keep up with him. As in whenever he's busy, you can be there to help him out including all the heavy work too. And don't let his "It's okay, I'm used to it" get to you! Or maybe whenever the chances come, be the one that serves him. No, not as in the literal sense of serving like a servant, but just let him sit down, take a breather, and make sure he got enough rest (and no but for him!) - He won't have a preference much for appearance in my opinion, he is pretty open to any type of look, but perhaps he would like someone who is more expressive or cheerful looking than him. He isn't a very emotional person, so if he sees his partner being lively and happy then he'll unconsciously smile before he realizes it, even though he sighs at first after that realization (He does sigh a lot, but it's more like in a "guess it can't be helped then" kinda way y'know). - Bonus: Acts of gratitude and kindness will get him to fall for someone the most. If his s/o is willing to lend a helping hand or make the work lighter for him, he'll be thankful though he might insist that you don't need to help him (since he is used to it), but don't give up! It always takes time for a person to fall in love, and that includes Jamil so just be patient, your kindness will surely get to his heart 💖

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👑 Vil 👑

- In my opinion, he would have the highest standard when it comes to appearance out of all the characters in here. I mean, he's the housewarden of Pomefiore we're talking about here, his standard is if not, someone that looks like they take care of themselves well at the very least. He will not stand people that don't do self-care or at least pay attention to their appearance! As the sentence goes "How you look is how you treat yourself", he is definitely taking that motto seriously (and no but!). - However, despite his strict nature, he's still a person with a soft side deep down. If his s/o is someone who isn't confident about their appearance or feels like they look "bad", he's here to erase those thoughts away! He'll make sure his s/o is the most shining diamond in the crowd, that they'll look as pretty as him to show how powerful you two are as a couple, and nobody will get to slander you or your look, not when the dorm leader of Pomefiore is here. Those who bully you will never get to see the sunlight again the moment he find out, he can be very terrifying if he's angry after all, and he isn't someone weak either, only fools would dare to pick a fight with him or you - his precious, beautiful partner. - Do try to not get sad if he acts strict around you, since he's always acting like that in pursuit of beauty, and he also wants the best for you. He will remind you to properly take care of yourself both physically and mentally, and make sure you get the best of the best treatment, even if it comes off as a bit harsh. He wants to see one's hard efforts they put into themselves, how much they went through to appear as they want today, it's just like him too, and that's why he'll feel really proud once his words really come through and see how confident you're in your current look and will praise you for it, like serious, genuine praising, and Vil is definitely not someone that give cheap compliments easily! - When it doesn't come to beauty-related topics, he can actually give you useful advice to improve your health or study. Surprises or not, he is very strong despite his elegant, poised look. Of course, you aren't the only one that gets shocked at this. (As you can see what happened to Ace and Deuce) Even better if you take his advice seriously and start taking care of your health, he'll be really proud that you actually listen to him instead of some other stubborn potatoes out there. - Bonus: He is pretty hard to come through, but I believe acts of genuine emotions will get to his heart the most. Instead of praising and admiring his beauty, you could admire the efforts that he put in instead. Tell him that he has gone through a lot, or that he is very hardworking, very attentive or always wants the best for himself. He'll be delighted to hear that's what you like... no, love about him instead of his usual beautiful look. He'll admit it, for a little potato, you sure know how to really appreciate someone else genuinely that even he can feel it 💖

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🍎Epel 🍎

- I think for Epel, he would need someone who wouldn't judge others based on their look and look at their real strength instead. As someone appearing ephemeral and dainty, he would often get called pretty in a way that makes him sound weak, and it's not something he likes at all. So, as his s/o, the first thing you should do is not judging him and treat him equally! He'll like compliments but not those that make him sound too cutesy or fragile. - Maybe his s/o could be someone that has the same situation as him: appearing weak but having a strong and somewhat even rumble personality. You two would get along due to the mutual feelings of understanding each other's struggles. He would find relief knowing someone having the same troubles as him as you guys both talking and laughing to each other, gradually getting relaxed the more you two hung out. Epel rarely ever shows his real self to someone else due to how difficult to make out what he's saying with his accent, but with you, he feels like it's a normal thing as you also show your real side to him as well more than just one time, it's like a mutual thing. It's okay if you didn't get what he meant at first but I think you'll... get it eventually. - I think he would like a s/o that is also physically strong, as he always admires and looks up to Savanaclaw students for that reason, so the moment he found out how easily you can lift up those chairs or have good stamina, our apple boy would be impressed! Even better if you rarely ever show your strength, he will ask you such things like how can you be that strong?? Or teach him your training methods! And maybe he would end up idolizing you even, for how amazing you're to him! - I think he'll like a s/o that is also pretty creative in their work. Since he has a great apple-cutting skill and can turn a normal apple into beautiful pieces of art so they'll attract others better, that's why he'll be impressed seeing someone artistic or creative with turning normal, ordinary things into arts like him. It feels like you're someone who can see the beautiful potential from the plainest thing ever without any judgment beforehand, like how you see the real, hidden strength in him despite his appearance. - Bonus: For someone who is actually very competitive and rumbles on the inside, maybe he'll fall for someone who is on the same level of competitiveness as him. Just you two going around having fun activities, like flying around the school with the broom, playing magishift together, etc. Or even having competitions of the most random thing ever, Epel feels like he doesn't need to restrict himself in any way whatsoever when he's with you, and that would get him to fall for you so much 💖

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🏹Rook🏹

- A true fan of beauty, he would praise anyone with pretty words or being a bit... overwhelming with it. So I think he doesn't really have a big preference since in a sense he would literally call others pretty, but if his s/o is someone who also loves beauty or somehow gets what he means then he'll be so impressed he starts praising you a whole lot instead. (It's his way of showing affection, so I hope you can keep up with it). He tends to find other people interesting in one way or another, and thus he would feel the same about you, so try to not be too startled if he suddenly appears out of nowhere and greets you in French or asks you the most random question ever (whether you expect it or not). He's pretty affectionate in his own way after all. - Although he may look and act like it, I think he can tell when someone has a beautiful heart or not. If his s/o is someone with an admirable, pretty heart then you're about to catch him painting a portrait of you soon enough with tears in his eyes (he means it genuinely though, looking like it or not). People often find him weird due to his eccentric personality so trust me, you aren't the first one that feels like that... but once you get used to it and start talking to him more often, you'll find out that he's actually a really kind, supportive person. He loves encouraging others and seeing their strength, such a sparkly, beautiful thing to see one's willpower! (according to him) - He is also a pretty sociable person, so maybe his s/o could be someone who can be sociable enough or have enough energy to keep up with random conversations, it would be tiring to be in a relationship with someone like him when you don't like socializing now wouldn't it? Of course, as a (surprisingly) attentive person, he'll know how to set the boundary between you two, but he always hopes you're up for a conversation with him since you're so interesting! He's amazed every time he watches over you and your behavior (it's just one of his habits... as a hunter, or so he said). - Since he has a very specific sense of beauty and art, maybe his s/o could also be a fellow appreciator of art and poetry. Not many people are seriously into arts as they would find it rather "old-timed", so the moment he knows, he'll be super whipped with you and the way you view art in your eyes! It doesn't even have to be historical, renascence type of art, if your sense of beauty is unique, he'll be attracted to them as well and to you, that just means you're so special in his eyes~ - Bonus: He is definitely into surprises no doubt! A small bouquet, a random doodle or sketch or even just a compliment will do, he loves it when he receives such beautiful things from you that he might end up shedding tears (again, but it's a good thing y'know) 💖

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To be continued! Stay tuned for part 3~

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OUTLAW (1)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU/ Wild West (it’s giving Red Dead Redemption)

New Fanfic for ATEEZ boys. I got no clue yet if it’s gonna be mature quite possibly but we get there when we get there. For now, I’ll be giving warning here if there is a chance of those things. Please enjoy!

You worked in your family's Inn, attending to the patrons who came and went. The Illusion Inn was built by your grandfather when he had left his hometown in search of work. This was back when the town was barely putting in the cobblestone roads and better infrastructures. When the revolution started hitting closer, the Inn was the first one to house all the workers who were coming to better the city. 

Now though, it wasn’t often that people would stay longer than a day or two, they were only traders moving along to sell their things. You had the select few who had some jobs to do in the area and stayed for longer, but most often than not the hotel always had at least one room open. 

It made working there a lot easier for you seeing as you had three other siblings ranging in age from 20 to 6. The eldest were all placed to work around in some capacity which made the load that much easier to handle. Since being the oldest you were told to manage the front desk as well as the bar while your father was busy handing out drinks to the men who were often seen coming in just for alcohol. 

Being a waitress for the saloon part of the hotel meant you got to meet people of all kinds of class. As well as stories from different parts of the country. Each patron came in with outlandish stories about their journey by horse to Cromer or the gangs they met along the way. 

It was the time in history where so many people found it easier to steal and kill for things rather than do work themselves. Everyone was struggling to some extent. No one was safe from poverty when it came to building a society that was barely starting. 

“I think the outlaw is moving this way,” Some man spoke to your father behind the bar counter. “I heard he shot up a bar in Sharpstown. You better be careful with your family.”

Your father met your eyes as you placed a tray full of empty glasses on the bar. You carried on with your work though, moving to clean the cups you had just cleaned up. 

It was hard to miss the large wanted poster that was plastered nearly on every building in town. The bold Dead or Alive really caught everyone's attention. While it wasn’t uncommon to find a wanted poster of someone, it was rare to have the government want them dead or alive. You must have done something extreme to reach that point. 

“Don’t worry about me, John.” Your father told the man politely. “I’ve seen plenty of outlaws come and go here. You just have to know what to serve them.”

You pursed your lips to keep from giggling at your father. You moved around him to get some empty bottles of liquor before going back to pick up more dirty dishes. It was a rather tame day due to being the middle of the week, so the saloon of the Inn wasn’t really packed. It was easy to forget about the outlaw and his travels.

It was around the time the saloon closed for the night and your younger siblings had all gone to bed that things seemed to change within the air. Your mother was moving things around inside preparing to lock the door for the night, when the sound of horses caught both of your attention. 

You saw your mother pause at the door, moving the stopper to hold it open herself. She spoke some words to someone outside before moving to allow them room to enter. You were quick to put the cash from the day into a box, locking it to keep the two men from seeing just how much you actually had. 

There were two of them, their styled boots hitting the wood flooring with a loud stomp. When they had walked through the threshold, they immediately glanced around the area, assessing the place. 

You weren’t one to shy away from your opinion on people. As a child you would oftentimes get in trouble because you would openly make faces at people. As you grew older and started working with the patrons of the inn you learned how to be more subtle about it. So while these men assessed the inn you took the moment to assess them. 

The tallest one walked ahead of the other, seemingly messing with the bands around his wrists. He only took a glance around the lobby before heading in your direction with purpose. He had a slim face with high cheekbones. The clothes he wore were meant to withstand the weather. He was decked out in leather and cowboy boots.

The other however walked with his shoulders squared, eyes moving about in search of something he might not like. Unlike the tall man, this one had a more stern expression on his face, he looked mature. He wore just about the same clothing as the other, however his pants seemed to stretch over thighs a bit tighter. 

It was especially hard to miss the police badges on their chest as you eyed them up. When they reached you, you had to look up as the man spoke to you first. 

“We would like a room.” He told you. 

The Inn was technically closed for the night so you couldn’t give them a room until the morning. You glanced at your mother first, the woman giving you a nod.

“Just one?” You asked, glancing behind him to his partner. 

“Just one. With two beds if possible.” He didn’t dare to move his eyes from you as you stared him down. 

He didn’t speak more on the subject, but you knew he was coming up with conclusions on his own about the place he had just entered. It left a bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach to think this person would assume you or your family would bring harm to anyone. Maybe you would if threatened. 

“(Y/N).” Your mother cleared her throat. “Please give these kind officers the room in the back.”

“Of course.” You told her, moving along to get the key you needed. 

“Follow me.” You told them, not waiting to see if they had listened. You could hear their boots clicking on the floor so you knew they had. 

The room was on the first floor towards the back of the Inn. With the building stationed on closer to the outer limits of the town, the view from the windows was of the meadows and neighborhoods. Your grandfather had chosen the area to make it easier for travelers who came by horse or foot to find rest faster. Your home wasn’t that far, which meant oftentimes you all would walk back for a rest. 

“I am the attendant for the night.” You told them in a rehearsed voice. “Should you need anything, I will be in the front.”

With that you immediately left the room and back towards the front with a shiver going down your spine. They weren’t dangerous men from what you could feel, but they still left you with an uneasy feeling.

“I’m going to head home now.” Your mother told you. “Be careful. You know where the gun is.”

It wasn’t the first time it was your turn to take over the night shift. When your parents deemed you old enough to attend to the hotel alone, they took rest and shifted the load. There were other employees as well but they still put you down as someone to watch over the inn. Besides, compared to others they trusted you a bit more. 

It was midnight when you had finished going over the inventory and had decided to go to sleep in the backroom for the night shift worker. Before taking a nap though, you made your rounds around the inn to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary. 

As you passed the two police officers bedroom, there was some shuffling heard but not enough to cause suspicion. Maybe they had still been awake. You shrugged your shoulders and moved along to take your rest. 

That was short lived when around 3 in the morning there was a lot of noise going on outside of the window. There was a good amount of cursing and arguments of trying to keep others quiet as whoever the group was seemed to move along the hotel's side. 

You kept the light off, hoping the street lamps would illuminate the aggressors. All you could make out were silhouettes cluttered at the end of the hotel. You tried to quietly open the window to peak your head out to get a better view. 

The building stretched for a good amount so the group hadn’t caught sight of you peeking in at them. You quickly glared when you noticed them huddled at the window that was meant for the last bedroom of the floor. It was the room where the officers were staying. 

With outlaws in mind, you were quick to put on your boots and a cardigan to cover up your pajamas. You rushed to the front lobby, doing a double take on the rifle leaning against the wall by the door. You made haste to grab it before rushing out of the lobby and into the foggy night. 

When you turned the corner, you raised the gun aiming it towards whoever you could. Before you could shoot to alert others, the last person seemed to have made their way into the window ungracefully. You cursed to yourself quickly rushing to see where they had entered. 

“Hey!” You screamed, rushing forward with the gun aimed right into the bedroom. Your eyes went wide as the barrel pushed into the stomach of the tall officer from earlier in the day. 

His arms were stretched above his head as he was about to shut the window. His eyes went wide as well when he realized someone was looking into the room. He moved to the side in a panic, eyes searching for his leader on what to do. 

As he moved out of the way, you noticed there were more men in the room than you cared to admit. You were more worried about how they all fit into the small space if anything. While your eyes scanned over all of them, you counted 6 new people in total. However the ones that seemed to stop you from scolding them were the two who seemed to be bleeding profusely. 

There was one on a bed, more than likely staining the sheets that made you internally cringe at having to buy new ones. Another was holding onto his shoulder as he seemed to sit across from the one sprawled out on the mattress. 

Just as your wide eyes swept back over the other men, your eyes caught the blue haired man who was looking at you with squinted eyes. 

“Grab her.”

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What Would You Do, Baby, If You Only Knew? (That I Can See You) | Felicitas Rauch

warnings: not proof read 😅

word count: 5618

summary: you don’t think feli can see you but she can…what would you do if you only knew?

a/n: requested and based off taylor swift’s i can see you 🥰

You’re used to hiding behind the lens of a camera.

It started as a hobby when you were growing up, a way for you to capture moments you didn’t want to forget. It allowed you to be involved in whatever was going on while still staying true to your quiet and shy personality.

Years later and that hasn’t changed even though you have managed to turn your hobby into a full time career.

Working as a professional sports photographer, you have the once in a lifetime opportunity to meet elite athletes and watch them be at the top of the game, all the while living your childhood dream.

You love it and now that you are working for VfL Wolfsburg, you’re enjoying your life even more. Germany is a fascinating country and you are privileged to be able to photograph as many parts of it as you’re able to on your off days.

The staff members of the German football club, your fellow colleagues are lovely and the players you are tasked to photograph are even more so.

They’re a funny, charismatic lot that have absolutely no hesitation in trying to draw you into their chaos.

While you do appreciate their efforts, you are happier watching them enjoy themselves than when you’re actually participating.

Though in the aftermath of a huge win against Bayern, their joy is infectious and it’s the reason why you have a soft grin on your face as you look through the viewfinder of your camera.

As you snap away, trying to catch as many smiling faces in the ongoing locker room party as you can, you revel in the satisfying clicks of your camera shutter.

A few of the players are going out of their way to pose for you, their antics making you laugh as you continue to capture their raw happiness.

Though there is one particular face that you can’t help searching for.

You know that you’re not supposed to be biased, that you are meant to be taking photos of all the players equally but you just can’t seem to help how your camera unconsciously finds one Felicitas Rauch.

It has always been that way with you, from the very first moment you arrived at a training session.

You were introduced to the team and then left alone to start your new job and take photos of them training.

Feli’s big smile, one that seems almost too big for her face at times had quickly become your favourite sight.

Through the nature of your skillset, you’ve seen a lot of pretty things but you’re certain that the word pretty doesn’t do the German fullback justice.

She’s absolutely beautiful. The kind of beautiful that steals the very air out of your lungs.

You know fullbacks are rarely recognised and appreciated for the work they do but you can see Felicitas. You are convinced that she deserves more attention and you hope your photos of her help put her in a bigger spotlight.

You can see her now, as she celebrates with Svenja, pulling the older woman into a tight hug.

Diligently, you snap away with your camera, capturing the heartfelt moment. You know that both players are close and as you glance briefly at the resulting photos on your camera’s small digital screen, you know that they will appreciate you saving the memory for them.

As you discreetly leave the locker room, along with a few other staff members who want to give the players’ their own little bubble, to celebrate as a team, you resolve to look through your photos at a later time and send them to the respective players to keep or to post on their social medias if they felt like it.

It is that thought of your work that distracts you from catching the smile on Feli’s face dim.

She wants you to stay and wonders what she has to do for you to do so.

You’re the team’s photographer and to her, staff members are just as much part of the team as the players are. In her mind, there is only one team and that means that you are entitled to celebrating the win, like any player is. You don’t have to leave early.

Felicitas wants to get to know you better, your tendency to hide behind your camera intriguing her.

She’s attracted to you because of her curiosity but also because she thinks you are too gorgeous to be constantly ducking away from attention.

It’s too bad that you’ve put away any thought of anyone, let alone someone like Feli Rauch being interested in you.

You indulge in daydreams sometimes but you’re confident in the fact that they would only ever remain as figments of your imagination because you have long since assumed that you would spend your life alone.

It is just in your nature.

From a young age, you developed the belief that you are too introverted and too much like a wallflower to be noticed.

You’ve made your peace with it and are content with the life you lead.

If only you knew that Felicitas is planning to turn all that upside down. She can see you and she’s planning on making you well aware of it.

******

It starts when you send her the photos you’ve taken.

In your hotel room, you send each player every photo they are in after reviewing your camera roll and editing some of its contents.

All the players respond with their thanks and this isn’t new. It gives you a warm feeling inside, knowing that they are grateful for your hard work.

You’re just beginning to turn in for the night when there is a knock on your hotel room door.

That is new and surprise is evident on your face when you open it to see Feli standing outside.

She’s clearly dressed for bed, in an old Germany hoodie and shorts. The pair of glasses she is wearing makes your thoughts go straight to how cute she looks.

There’s no camera for you to hide your blush behind and Feli smiles as she notices.

‘W-What are you doing here?’ You stammer, shuffling your feet in embarrassment.

‘I just wanted to say thank you in person.’ Felicitas shrugs easily.

‘Oh. Well you’re welcome.’

Your cheeks flush even redder and the German fullback’s smile widens.

She reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear and you freeze at the feel of her fingertips on your skin.

It’s an unexpectedly affectionate gesture that results in your breath audibly catching.

Feli is paying close attention to you and she notes that down immediately.

As you make no move to back away, Felicitas savours how soft your hair feels against her fingers.

‘You look beautiful with your hair down and especially so when you’re blushing. Have a good night.’ She whispers and then she’s gone before you can blink.

You stare at the empty corridor for a moment, unconsciously bringing your hand up to brush against the side of your cheek, right where moments ago, Feli had touched you.

It was only for a few brief seconds and if not for the way your heart is racing, you would be sure you had imagined the whole thing.

As it is, you can hardly believe that it’s not a dream because Feli being even remotely interested in you seems far too good to be true.

******

Feli is intent on making you believe it.

She has been watching you for ages and spending her time trying not to feel it.

It’s nearly impossible for her though, especially when you brush past her in the hallway outside the locker room.

Your hair isn’t tied up like it usually is and it’s the knowledge that her words have clearly had an effect on you that makes her want to learn everything about you.

The tiny bit of physical contact that she had made with you the other night has made her crave more.

She knows exactly how much she sees you, how she’s always been intrigued by you but now she knows that it goes beyond that.

The German fullback wants you. She truly wants you to see yourself the way she sees you.

So what would you do if she went to touch you now?

******

Felicitas starts off small.

As the team is going through their cooling down exercises, Feli jogs up to you. She lightly nudges her arm against yours, startling you slightly and making you nearly drop your camera.

‘Sorry.’ The older woman mumbles sheepishly.

‘It’s okay.’

You readjust your camera and then look up at her.

‘Do you need something?’

‘Not exactly. Can I borrow your camera though? I promise I’ll be careful with it.’

You hesitate. Your camera is precious to you and if it was anyone else, you would have said no straight away.

But it’s Feli Rauch asking.

The particular piece of equipment that you are holding has been with you since your career started. It isn’t just expensive but also holds an enormous amount of meaning to you personally.

You have a number of cameras but this is the one you cherish the most.

‘I’ll stay right next to you the entire time. I just want to try being half as good as you and take photos of the team.’ Felicitas pleads.

You soften and gingerly hand your camera over, making sure that the fullback puts the camera strap on.

‘Danke.’ Feli excitedly says.

She turns towards you and takes a photo immediately.

‘Felicitas what are you doing?’

‘Taking photos of my team. Which includes you.’ She explains, continuing to snap away.

Blushing furiously, you drop your gaze down towards the ground.

‘Hey don’t do that. Your eyes are too pretty to be hidden like that.’

Feli uses her finger to gently tilt your chin upwards, allowing her gorgeous brown eyes to meet yours.

You are speechless and you don’t know if it’s because of her sincere compliment or because of the physical contact.

‘Smile for me.’ The older woman prompts and you do as she asks.

‘See? Like I told you before, you’re beautiful.’ Felicitas murmurs as she shows you the photos she’s just taken.

You shyly thank her and Feli laughs softly.

‘No problem. Want to give me some tips before I try taking photos of our other teammates?’

‘Yeah.’ You nod, always eager to talk about your passion.

You show Feli the basics and then she stands beside you as she takes her photos.

Her fellow players are more than happy to be her subjects and Felicitas has them in fits of giggles as she yells out her instructions.

You can’t help but join in, sharing their laughter.

******

When Feli finally returns your camera, it’s as she promised. In perfect working condition, without a single scratch on it.

She had taken the utmost care with it, correctly inferring how much the device means to you from your earlier hesitation.

‘Thank you. Really. I had a great time learning from you.’ Feli says, her eyes practically shining.

‘It’s no problem. I had fun too.’ You tell her.

‘I can see why you love photography so much. There’s just something special about looking through the lens and having the ability to capture the moment.’

Your eyes widen in surprise. Not many people get why you love photography so much let alone when they are only just beginning to know you.

‘I’m glad you understand.’ You breathe.

Now it’s the German fullback’s turn to blush, her cheeks being dusted a light pink.

You are in awe of the fact that you’ve made a woman so out of your league blush and that gives you a little burst of confidence.

Confidence that leads you to blurt out, ‘Do you want to look over the photos you’ve taken with me? I usually go over all the photos and do some editing before I send them out.’

Felicitas looks delighted.

‘Yeah. I would love that.’

******

That’s how you end up at Feli’s apartment.

You had planned on doing your work in your usual cafe but the Wolfsburg player insisted on inviting you over, saying that it’s the least she can do after you had so generously lent her your camera and given her an impromptu photography lesson.

No matter how many times you said that she didn’t owe you anything, Feli had refused to take no for an answer.

So you get to meet Cinnamon.

The older woman’s brown poodle is an absolute darling and you can’t resist taking a couple of photos of her.

Of course you seek Feli’s permission first and she more than happily gives you the go ahead, on the condition that you send her all the photos.

This you fulfill easily and Felicitas gushes over how cute you’ve made her dog look in them, like Cinny needs any help looking adorable.

She bends down to show Cinnamon the photos on her phone and your heart flutters at the sight.

Be professional, you chide yourself. You have absolutely no right to be thinking about how attractive Feli looks.

It’s a struggle but by the time the older woman straightens back up, you’ve succeeded a tiny bit.

Felicitas smiles, unaware of your internal struggle as she directs you over to her couch.

‘This okay?’ She checks and you nod.

You let her sit down first and cautiously ensure that there is a sufficient amount of space between the both of you before you settle down.

It’s enough of a distance to make you feel safer.

Rather self consciously, you begin the motions of a well practiced routine, taking the memory card out of your camera and inserting it into your laptop.

‘Wow that’s a lot.’ Felicitas breathes as she takes in just how many photos there are.

You chuckle and look closer, scrolling down till you find Feli’s collection of photos.

Clicking past the few she had taken of you, you turn your laptop screen towards her so that she can see her work.

They’re actually quite good.

You fix a few details, cropping some and editing the lighting in others, all the while explaining to Feli what you are doing and why you’re doing it.

Feli watches you in silence, paying rapt attention to everything you are doing.

It’s very clear that you know what you’re talking about and she is quickly becoming obsessed with the very sound of your voice.

She must be staring too obviously because you catch her.

‘Felicitas? Are you okay?’ You nervously ask.

The German player shifts closer to you and her close proximity has your heart rate increasing.

‘Felicitas.’ You breathe and something in her brown eyes changes.

It makes you anxious but all that anxiety disappears when the fullback carefully reaches out to cup your face with one hand, her thumb brushing across your cheekbone.

‘Tell me to stop and I will.’ She softly says.

You open your mouth but no words come out. You’re completely and utterly captivated by her.

‘Tell me to stop and I will.’ Feli repeats, even more quietly as she cautiously closes the distance between the both of you.

Her intentions are clear and you can’t tell her to stop.

She fervently searches your face for any sign that you don’t want this. That you don’t want her as badly as she wants you.

The brunette doesn’t find anything because you do. You want her so incredibly much, more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

When you say nothing, Feli practically brightens with hope and gently presses her lips onto yours.

You gasp into her mouth and respond eagerly.

Feli smiles against you and picks up her pace.

Enthusiastically, she slides her free hand into your hair and she lightly pushes you down, so that your back meets her couch.

Your laptop is long forgotten and you barely register the thump that it makes as it slips off your lap and onto the carpeted floor.

The older woman takes advantage of the newly created space and swings her leg over your body, so that she’s straddling you.

You moan at the feel of her hips against yours.

The soft noise further encourages Felicitas who having drawn back slightly to breathe is kissing you again. This time without holding back.

Her fingers tug none too gently on your hair eliciting a groan from you as you slip your free hands up and under Feli’s shirt.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel the goosebumps that form under your touch. It spurs you on and you continue exploring her body, trying your best to memorise the way her muscles flex as you do so.

Feli moans your name when your fingertips smooth across her abs.

If she hadn’t drawn you in before that, she has now because you’ll do anything to hear it again.

******

When you leave Feli’s apartment, it’s with kiss swollen lips and tangled hair.

As Felicitas sees you out, she pulls you flush against her and brings her lips down to meet yours one more time.

‘For good measure.’ She winks before gently pushing you out and closing her door, leaving you a flustered mess.

******

You’re barely in your car when your phone chimes with a notification.

It’s Feli tagging you in an Instagram post, featuring the photos she’d taken of you earlier. Photos that you had sent her after your impromptu makeout session.

The post is captioned, ‘I can see you.’

It is followed by a winky face emoji that causes you to blush all over again.

******

You wait at the end of the hallway, outside the locker room for the older woman.

When she does emerge, she saunters over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side.

‘Hello.’ She murmurs, kissing the top of your head just once.

‘Hi.’ You answer, with a breath of relief.

It still amazes you that Felicitas pays attention to you. That she sees you.

Then Felicitas does what she’s been thinking about since she saw you waiting down the hall.

She ducks into the first empty room she notices and tugs you in with her.

Your yelp of surprise is silenced by her lips on yours, the bruising kiss that she gifts you with making you weak in the knees.

It’s perfectly as she visualised, the shocked look on your face as she pins you up against the wall before you melt into her, completely and utterly willing to let her do as she pleases.

The way you look at her is nothing short of reverence and Felicitas knows that she will never take advantage of you. Not when she is beginning to look at you in the same manner.

******

Feli keeps everything professional and you try your best to do the same but something’s changed.

She can’t stop herself from showing her newfound affection towards you. She smiles at you all the time and you cannot help but capture all of those little moments through the lens of your camera.

In the back of her mind, from her spot on the training field, she is always thinking about you.

Constantly, she can feel your eyes on her and it makes her smile in your direction.

It is getting to the point where your camera roll is made up almost entirely of her. You’re simply unable to tear your eyes away from the phenomenon that is Feli Rauch.

******

It’s not just you that is keeping a watchful eye on Feli or just Felicitas that is keeping a watchful eye on you.

The rest of the team is too.

The older woman has picked up on this and she moves fast and quiet.

You won’t believe half of the things she sees inside her head, the things she’s hoping she’ll get to experience with you by her side.

She wants more than just stolen kisses, more than just your hands exploring her body in the dark. Felicitas desperately wants it all to be out in the light of day.

She wants to be able to kiss you whenever she can, just because she can. She wants to be able to do so in front of everyone, regardless of who they are.

The fullback simply wants to show the world how truly, madly and deeply her feelings run for you.

Felicitas hopes you stick around and wait to see these things happen.

She’s willing them to happen so badly.

There are a few things that she is wondering now though.

******

One, what would you do if she went to touch you now?

She is looking for a certain kind of physical touch now, not just the simple, casual touch of friends. Feli is searching for much more than that.

You’re not in her hotel room so she seeks you out. For this particular away game, the players are rooming on the floor above the staff.

When Feli makes it down to your floor and knocks on your door, she’s taken aback by how fast you open it.

‘Hey…’ You breathlessly greet her.

‘Hi. Are you going somewhere?’ Felicitas cautiously asks.

If you have plans, she doesn’t want to disrupt them despite the obvious disappointment that she is already beginning to feel at being unable to spend time with you.

It is a good thing then, that the only reason you were leaving your room was to find her.

You tell her that and the older woman can’t stop the big smile that is forming on her face.

That expression does not leave even as she rests her hands on your hips and pushes you lightly back into your room.

You offer no resistance and are in fact happily following her lead.

That’s question number one answered in the German woman’s mind.

******

Two, what would you do if they never found us out?

They in this case refer to her teammates and your boss.

While there aren’t any rules about players and staff fraternisation, you and Feli do not want to be the reason that there are.

Hence why the both of you are trying to keep your budding relationship on the down low.

It’s not really working, despite your’s and Felicitas’ best efforts because the two of you are far too smitten with each other.

The heart eyes, the lingering touches and most of all, the way you both just seem to gravitate towards each other.

So while no one explicitly says anything, the suggestive looks and teasing comments are all it takes to let you and Feli know that the two of you are not as subtle as you had both hoped to be.

The fullback watches you carefully for any sign that you mind when one of your teammates brings it up but she doesn’t find any.

This somewhat answers question number two for her because it wasn’t you who made the decision to draw the team’s attention to the both of you. It had simply happened, out of your control but nevertheless does not seem to be bothering you.

Felicitas can’t build up enough courage to ask you outright so this will have to be enough for now.

******

Three, what would you do if we never made a sound?

Felicitas’ grip on your hips is so tight that you’re sure she is going to leave bruises behind.

Not that you care because it is going to be a nice addition to the collection of marks she has already littered your body with.

You are trying your best to stay silent, knowing that the walls of this particular hotel are thin. There are players resting in the next room and you don’t want to disturb them but when Feli’s lips find a sensitive spot on your neck, you can’t help but cry out her name in pleasure.

The brunette pulls back immediately.

‘What happened to being quiet? You don’t want our friends to hear us do you?’

‘No…’ You shakily whisper.

‘Then try harder.’ Feli firmly instructs, although the teasing edge to her voice tells you that she isn’t angry at all.

It causes the tiny hope that you have been harbouring to blossom. Maybe Felicitas wouldn’t care if all this sneaking around comes to an end. Maybe she even wants the whole secret to unravel.

And when Feli is far too good at demonstrating precisely how well she has come to know your body…an impressive amount in the short time you have been playing this ‘What are we?’ game, the both of you are subjected to a relentless amount of good natured mocking at breakfast, the morning after.

In particular from Lynn and Sveindis who had been roomed next to you and Feli all night.

The Wolfsburg player knows the answer to question number three now because as the rest of the team pokes fun at the pair of you, you endure it all with a soft smile on your face.

Felicitas can’t help but slip her hand into yours under the table.

******

When Wolfburg qualifies for the Champions League final, you’re beyond ecstatic and so are the players.

You eagerly take photos of all their celebrations, till a certain brunette pulls you headfirst into them.

‘Feli! Feli I’m working!’ You protest but the older woman doesn’t listen.

She takes a moment to check that your camera is properly secured by its strap around your body before she easily picks you up and spins you around.

The small action makes your heart fill with even more emotion for her. You adore the fact that she cares enough about your love of photography to extend it to your equipment.

Your breathless laughter rings out across the field and your heart is light.

When Felicitas sets you down, her brown eyes are sparkling under the stadium lights and her hands are resting firmly on your waist.

You can see her in her bright green kit and messy bun, loose strands of hair falling into her face.

In that moment, you know that she couldn't care less about what anyone thinks. Not the club staff, her fellow players or even her fans.

She just wants to know what you think.

‘Are you happy?’ Feli whispers.

Her thumb strokes gently against your waist, over the material of your shirt as she speaks. She keeps her voice low, wanting you to know that her words meant just for you.

‘Incredibly so.’ You murmur, making sure that your voice is soft because you want her to know that your answer is meant only for her ears too.

‘Good.’ The fullback breathes and leans her forehead against yours lightly.

She inhales and exhales and you do the same, commiting the moment to memory.

You have your eyes closed so you depend on all your other senses. The cheers of the crowd, the warm feel of Feli’s hands, her steady breathing and how she smells.

Sweaty because she’s spent the last ninety minutes running around but also underneath all that, she smells like her lavender shampoo.

And you’re enamoured with it and her.

‘I know you’ve got to get back to work but will you wait for me after? Please?’

It’s a quiet, nearly timid request and one that you are more than happy to fulfill.

‘Of course.’ You nod your agreement and the German woman grins.

‘See you soon my shutterbug.’

She kisses your cheek quickly and then runs off towards the other Wolfsburg players before you have time to process the nickname or her public display of affection.

******

Your camera bag is slung around your shoulder and you anxiously fiddle with a crease in your shirt as you wait for Feli down the hall. It’s a familiar situation but you’re unusually nervous tonight.

In between a glance down at your shirt and and back at the locker room door, the brunette is right in front of you.

She doesn’t even bother saying hello, choosing to pin you up against the wall and kiss you senseless.

Her hands cradle your face and she pours all her emotion into her affectionate gestures.

Your legs give out and Felicitas presses your back harder into the solid surface behind you as she supports your weight.

‘Feli.’ You pant when she finally breaks the kiss to breathe.

‘Felicitas.’

It’s a single plaintive word that falls from your lips and the fullback tilts her head in a silent question.

‘We have an audience.’

Her mouth falls open in a ‘o’ shape and she turns around to see what is practically the entire team standing behind her with big cheesy grins.

‘Something you two want to share with the class?’ Svenja teases.

Feli simply rolls her eyes and despite the blush on her cheeks, kisses you soundly once more.

Lena’s and Sveindis’ cheers of, ‘Get your girl!’, fade into the background because all at once, Felicitas Rauch is not only at the forefront of your mind but is the only thing on your mind.

You won’t ever tell about how she kisses you because everyone can see the effect she has on you.

She’s your addiction.

******

The brunette fullback’s secret mission is not so secret.

Not to her family, her fellow players both club and national and her fans.

Especially when the first thing she does upon arriving back in Wolfsburg from national camp is to show up on your doorstep.

You end up going with Feli to pick up Cinny from her dogsitter and the older woman decides to be the photographer for a change.

The photo that she uploads onto her Instagram is one of you holding Cinnamon on your lap, in the passenger seat of her car.

It’s captioned, ‘My shutterbug and my poodle.’

Feli’s mission is to show you that you are seen and when the post blows up, it’s evident that you are

You are seen not only by Felicitas but by the world.

******

Leaning against the door frame of your apartment, you hear the tell tale sound of someone approaching.

You hope it’s who you have been waiting for and when a particular, one of a kind defender rounds the corner of the hallway, a smile lights up your face.

Feli’s heart just about bursts with all the affection she holds for you, when her eyes meet yours.

You’re wearing one of her sweatshirts that she must have left behind by accident.

On you, the article of clothing is too big and you have the sleeves bunched up to your elbows.

You self consciously pull at one side of it when Feli keeps staring at you, murmuring a soft, ‘What?’

‘You’re just so adorable.’ The brunette says, stepping into your space with a little smile.

Your cheeks turn pink and Felicitas gently places her hands on them.

‘I love it when you blush for me.’ She adds quietly, before she slants her lips down over yours.

Any embarrassment that you might be feeling about your reaction quickly vanishes.

Felicitas kissing you is all that matters and though she has been doing that a lot recently, you are never going to get tired of it. The butterflies that come alive in your stomach each and every time are never going to get tired of it.

As the brunette makes no effort to slow down, you correctly infer her intentions and pull her into your apartment.

Felicitas smirks when you lock the door, giving in to temptation and pushing you up against it.

‘This feels like a familiar situation.’ You breathlessly tease.

‘I don’t see you complaining.’ She cockily states.

You laugh, tugging on the collar of her jacket.

‘Off please.’

As hard as you try, your words betray just how desperate you are.

And Felicitas knows it.

That almost annoying smirk of hers is back on her face but the brunette obliges, throwing her jacket on the floor.

Your clothes and the rest of hers soon follow.

You didn’t even know it was possible but the way she is looking at you is making you want her even more.

******

Soft, feather-like kisses are what you are scattering all over Feli’s back.

You smile against her skin and now it’s the older woman’s turn to blush.

Idly, you move on to trace an aimless pattern onto her exposed shoulders.

Your fingers are gentle and everywhere your touch goes, Feli’s skin tingles.

‘Meine liebe.’ She breathes, completely and utterly taken by you.

‘What did you say?’ You ask, wondering if you had heard wrongly.

Your German isn’t all that good but there is no mistaking the tone of her confession.

With wide eyes, you keep looking at the woman who is lying with her head in your lap, your sheets pulled messily around her bare body.

Feli sits up, tenderly taking you into her arms.

‘Be mine.’

Her brown eyes are shining and her voice trembles slightly.

‘Felicitas, are you asking me to marry you?’

‘No! N-Not yet at least. Just be my girlfriend now and maybe in a few years I’ll be asking you to be my wife.’ She stammers.

Her hands reach out to cover yours and the reassuring weight of them, as well as the warmth they provide you are all the encouragement you need.

You lean in to kiss her ardently and Feli sighs, both in happiness and relief.

‘That’s a yes then? Please let that be a yes. I can see you. I promise I see all of you and I love each and every part.’ She asks, as soon as you two pull apart to catch your respective breaths.

The smile on your face is one you swear that only Feli can bring out in you.

‘Yes. It’s a yes because I love you too.’

German Translations:

danke - thank you

meine liebe - my love

[hotluncheddie]

Day 3: 24/7 dynamic

"Angel"

wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, kas!eddie, blood drinking, handjob

written for @subeddieweek <3

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Soon. 

6 1 5 

Soon. 

Always. 

Home. 

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The house windows glow deep red like a womb. 

Steve used to hate it, coming home every night to his parents big empty house. He kept the lights on wherever he was there. Attempting to keep the darkness away, the monsters out. The nail bat by his side. 

Steve is never alone now though, and never had to fear again. 

The house is his. Property market gone along with the maws that opened across Hawkins. So his parents left everything in town to him, as they hurried to leave. A practical gift, more to help themselves, then to give Steve anything. 

But he was grateful, in ways, for their absence. 

Because now the house meant safety, and refuge. For him, and others. 

Home. 

He slips through the front door, bathed in a hazy light that fills the room and draws patterns across the walls. Lamps of varying sizes are scattered across the whole house, all covered in scarves and bandanas to dull and tinge, make the walls a deep red, or sweet pink. 

He drops his keys in the bowl and puts his coat on the hook. Sighing the day away. Focusing on where he is now. 

Home. Where he is met, like always, by his sweet thing. 

His fallen angel. 

Eddie sits kneeled by the door, monstrous leathery wings now extensions of his shoulder blades, clawed hands and feet curled against the carpet. He’s impossibly strong, now, broad and muscled beneath his moon pale skin. Tattoos stretched and warped, ears pointed and tinged grey like his fingers and feet. 

But he’s crouched, curled, kneeling so prettily. Defenceless in his submission, his adoration. Face open with shy excitement for Steve’s return. 

Steve smiles at him. He’s perfect. 

Eddie’s mouth parts and his tongue laves over his lips, sharp fangs glinting with spit. 

Stepping closer makes Eddie sit a little straighter, hands pressing down on his thighs, loose shorts ridden up into his hip crease, sharp nails digging into skin. Presenting himself. 

Steve’s heart clenches, he’s learned so well, so quick to be good. 

For Steve, Eddie is always good. 

He lets two fingers slip past pink lips, into the impossible heat of Eddies changed mouth. Spit thicker, medicinal, and his teeth bite down playfully. His throat purring and pupils blooming so big his eyes look black. 

Steve hums, pleased. Pets over Eddie’s jaw and presses his thumb into the sharp point of his tooth, teasing - pulse point against fang - before walking off to the kitchen to make dinner. 

Eddie follows, staying low on his haunches and clawed hands. Long hair swaying and wings flapping lightly. 

When Eddie emerged, again, bloody and weakened by the fight against Vecna, against the monster of the upside down. Eddie, mutilated and broken, back from the dead. He was still blindingly beautiful, to Steve.

But being alone in hell, being hurt, had made Eddie skittish and quick to lash out. Skulking amongst the shadows of Steve’s house, hidng, not wanting to be near anyone. 

For a while he wouldn’t leave the furthest dark corner of the kitchen, wound tight and scared - he’d stay in his nest of blankets, eyes searching and alert to any small sound. 

Until Steves steady presence coaxed him out, or Eddie grew braver. Either way they were both hole up in the house, alone for months, hiding and recovering. The party staying connected through walkie-talkies, not wanting to draw attention to Eddie by coming over. All having wounds to heal and family to see. Rebuilding themselves before attempting to deal with the rest of Hawkins. 

So Steve and Eddie were thrust together. In this big empty house. Left to rest and lick their wounds, and eventually, each others. 

Now Eddie doesn’t like to leave Steves side, if he can help it. Kneels by the island while Steve cooks. Always watching, waiting, placated by Steve being there, back in their home. 

Steve bristled at first, once Eddie began to explore. Didn't like eyes always being on him. But Eddie relaxed so much more quickly, with Steve staying where Eddie could protect him. 

So then Eddie had to earn it, his constant presence around Steve. Had to be good. Listen to Steve and obey, to help keep them both safe - from what could come back out of the ground, and from the outside, the people. 

And now, after time and care and love, Eddie’s always good. Always waiting to be told what to do, so he can feel safe. And Steve is always ready to guide, so he can feel used, needed. 

Steve finishes the dinner and sits on the couch, putting something he doesn’t greatly care about on the tv, sound so low he can’t really hear it. 

Eddie by his feet. 

He prefers to stay low to the ground, only perched up high if there are a lot of people over. Climbing the bookcase or choosing the couch armrest over the seat. Wants to be where he can see, and observe. He just always wants to see, to move, to be where he chooses. After what Vecna did, Steve thinks. 

But mostly he chooses to be by Steves side, in Steves space, Steves presence. And for that they both prefer him low. Feet on the ground, knees near the floor, face easy for Steve to reach, to pet. 

They tried to get him to sit and stand and dress more like he used to. But it made Eddie furrow his brow and bite his lip. Until his patients stretched thin and he slunk away to hide once more. Uncomfortable and uncoordinated.

He needed to be adapted to, not reversed. 

They’ve grown from that, found boundaries and safe spaces and now they have a routine that works for both of them. 

Steve goes out and helps, rebuilds the town, sees the people he loves, who he needs to see to sleep soundly at night. 

And Eddie waits. Waits for Steve to come home, at 6:15. When eddie is allowed to be close, and watch. All night. 

‘What did you do today angel?’ Steve asks, letting his tired muscles relax into the couch. 

‘Book’ Eddie rasps, syllables lilting and still a little uncanny. Steve nods. ‘Letter.’ comes next - written words coming back to Eddie much quicker, the feel of a pen, the shape of a sentence. He had lost speech but not his words, not letters just their sounds. 

And Steve himself has quieted, lost elements of his speech. He needs it less, doesn’t feel inclined to share. Not when Eddie seems to read him so clearly, not when so much pain and hurt has happened around him. In his safety, it seems, silence is a much enjoyed gift. For them both. 

Eddie dips his head, pulling his eyes from Steve’s gaze. ‘Nest.’ He speaks softly, pointed ears flushing with blood. 

Steve hums and finishes his food, drinks his water. He turns to Eddie, placing one finger under his chin, reconnecting their sight. ‘Show me.’ Steve whispers, commands, tugging once on the little metal ring at the front of Eddie’s black collar. 

‘Oh.’ Steve breaths, removing his shirt and settling down amongst the blankets and pillows and clothes. Eddie must’ve spent days slowly collecting, gathering and building this soft little tomb of a space. Out in a far most corner of the house, a room now mostly unused, but claimed now none the less. 

Steve brings Eddie close to him, pulling him from where he crouches at the side, waiting, unsure. Settling Eddies bigger frame between the v of his legs, pulling Eddies face close, down amongst the tangle of soft things. 

He kissed Eddie’s cheek, hand strong and firm on the back of Eddie’s collard neck. ‘Drink now.’ Steve murmurs, pulling Eddie’s lips to the soft skin of his pulse point. Eddie opens his mouth, letting his sharp teeth free. ‘That’s it, for being so good, so good for me.’ Steve praises, softly, tucking Eddie closer. 

Steve can’t help the sharp inhale of breath as Eddie’s teeth cut and bite. His hot tongue laving up and drinking. Warm, and wet. 

Eddie makes a high noise in his throat, he would get so nervous at the beginning, once Steve realised this was something Eddie needed, something they both wanted. A vulnerable and sacred privilege for Eddie, the act of consumption. Allowed to survive from Steves being, devout. 

‘Stop.’ Steve instructs, feeling the loss of blood prickle the tips of his fingers, more than enough for tonight. 

Then his hands wander, as they are wont to do. Exploring each others bodies still very much a gift of their entwining love. Steve slips past Eddie’s loose shorts. palm firm and slick on Eddie’s now familiar, but still changed cock. It’s thicker, wilder, ringed grey like his clawed fingers and toes. 

Eddie snuffles in closer, a whining chittering cry leaving his throat. Steve soothes him through it, feeling as Eddie spills all over his hand. ‘That’s it, my fallen angel. Mine’ Steve says into Eddie’s hair. Feels him come to rest boneless in their embrace. 

Eddie noses behind Steves ear, smelling him and licking over the skin. One of his clawed hands sliding over Steves hip and up his side, coming to rest over his heart. 

Lightly, he presses the pointed nail of his finger into Steve’s hairy pec. Eddie spelling out y-o-u-r-s in neat little scratches. Drawing it into Steve’s skin, not leaving marks, just spelling it out in the white ink pressure of his flowing blood. Into the beating of his heart, into his very marrow. 

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[el-tur-el]

reverence, the suspension of belief, and the death of the divine.

Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst. 18+, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1,525. Read it on AO3.

“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?” - Richard Siken

Tav has become something of an expert in handling damaged goods over the last year and a half.

Perhaps it’s crude to say that, but she fails to see the fault in calling something by its name. There is no shame in being damaged - she is damaged, perhaps in different ways, but scuffed and worn all the same. A fissure, a fault, spiderwebbed lines reaching out spindly fingers over the surface of her being. Waiting for the wrong word, the wrong breath, the wrong hand. And then? Only broken glass. Only the pop fizz shatter of it all.

He thinks he is damaged, and she has spent the last year trying to paint him a different picture; the portrait of a man weary from the years, yes, but not broken. Oil paint smeared, rusty in its vermillions and carmines, but no less beautiful than it was in its first days of being.

----

He’s a willing subject upon the altar of their bedroom, patient and pliant as she drags her lips down his chest, lips grazing over the ridges over his sternum. He’d been so shy about his infernal heritage when they’d first gotten together, all blush and bashful, terrified that she would find dislike within the features that branded him as ‘different’. Now, after so many times of her settling her love for him down upon his weary frame, he’s far less hesitant about it all.

What reason does he have for shame? When these pieces that make up the soft composition of his body are just as much him as the kindness of his heart, the spirit of his being? Nothing about him was ragged or rough - cartilage is, at the end of the day, just cartilage; made to bend, to sway.

“Look at you.” She murmurs against the swell of the side of his pectoral. “Absolutely divine.”

He flushes, barely visible against the cloudy red of his skin, and his lips part - tremble and shake in their attempt to form themselves around the syllables of a protest, forming the shapes, soundless. She’s heard it all before; that there is nothing divine about someone touched by Asmodeus, that such talk is sacrilege. That he’s older than her, that she’d be better with someone else.

She will entertain none of it tonight.

She silences him by pressing the flat of her tongue against his skin and drags it upwards towards his clavicle. His brow furrows at that, a choked sound bubbling up in his throat. She relishes in that, the ability to unspool his self-deprecation, replace it with the syrupy sweet rush of want. He tastes like salt and sweat and something earthy, and it makes heat pool low in her stomach.

“Beautiful.” She breathes out again, finality in her voice; she will not be undermined here, not tonight.

She’s reminded of that rush of power that fizzled through her the first time she used the tadpole against someone. Authority. White hot and electric, the euphoria followed by the crash as realization settled within her.

She does not mean to strip away his autonomy, only to strip away his doubts.

“You are incorrigible.” He huffs out, all gravel and lilt.

“And you are stubborn.” She brings two hands down to cup either of his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the ridges on his face that he had once confided made him feel dreadfully insecure. “Be selfish for once in your life, Zev, please. Let me worship you, Commander.”

A number of things happen in rather rapid succession after that.

He lets out a sound that she’s certain she’s never heard from him before, rough and low, more akin to a growl than anything else. And then he’s gripping her hips - still so gentle, even now; a habit to revisit another day, lest she push him too far. She regards him through heavily lidded eyes as she testingly rolls her hips against his own, both of them letting out soft gasps when his length drags along her slick cunt.

“Gods, you’ll be the death of me.” The tips of clawed fingertips ever-so-slightly dig into the plush of her hips. She’s beginning to question her own resolve; the feeling of him against her, the barest hint of pressure against her clit. “Would you mind - could you….”

She dips down to ghost her lips over the shell of his ear. “Go ahead,” She prompts, all breath. “Tell me what you need, Commander.”

She doesn’t expect him to be so direct, but he’s tilting his head to the side to mirror her, his breath heavy and damp against her skin. “Ride me, please, Tav. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

A ripple of heat swims within her, and the lines between who is in charge blur; perhaps it matters little in the end, so long as he knows that she loves him, all of him. Every flaw, every fracture, every bruise and blemish on his pride that is, by all accounts, not as ruined as he may think.

She sinks onto him slowly, her breath catching in cobwebbed lungs and her hands snapping to splay out over his chest as she steadies herself. She’s been with him for a year now, but every time feels like the first; emotionally charged, boils within her until she’s something else entirely - brings her up until she’s seeing the world in technicolor.

His hands grip her hips just that little bit tighter as she begins to move, grinds down against him and thanks the Gods that she was gifted with enough core strength to keep it slow and languid and deliberate.

“Divine.” He chokes out.

And isn’t that what they are, really, at the end of the day? When you strip away the honorifics and the bravado and the prowess? Mirrors. Parallels. An echo of a thing once loved and twice forgotten. Hellrider Exile. The Hero of the Gate. Names in history books that will be forgotten long before they’re dead and gone.

There’s a gloss to her eyes as she moves, chest aching with something indescribable. Far past the point of yearning, something deeper and warmer and heavier. She thinks, maybe, if she makes him cum hard enough he’ll forget duty for just a little bit. Settle with her. Let this - their home, their lives - be enough. Cast aside the need for redemption and be still.

“I love you.”

She hopes it is enough.

“I love you too, Tav, Gods - I’m….”

On any other night, he’d be settled between her thighs for ages, taking her apart piece by piece until she’s a trembling mess, uncertain of her own name. Tonight is not about her - for once, she doesn’t want things to be about her.

“Come for me, sweet thing. Let me feel you.”

Mercifully, he does not protest; just grips her hips firmly and shallowly ruts up into her like she’s his saving grace. He groans, low and heady, as he spills himself into her - a vision like this, sweat-slick and debauched.

Gripping hands dissolve into him loosely wrapping his arms around her, settling her next to him on the bed. His face buried in her shoulder, catching his breath. It’s nice, the closeness of it all; skin against skin, comforting and familiar and warm.

“I really do love you.” She whispers against the crown of his head, right where the gnarled keratin of one horn meets his scalp. “I hope you know that.”

“I know, sweetheart.” An open-mouthed kiss against the slope of her neck. “I love you too. More than you know. More than you could possibly - you are everything.”

“Can it be enough for me just to be yours, for tonight? Nothing else? Just yours.”

How does one save someone from their own self-sacrifice?

She can feel him swallow thickly, the bob of his adam’s apple. “Is that really all you want?”

She gently shifts so that she can look at him - the blaze of his eyes, the twitch of his bottom lip. “More than anything. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s rotten work, loving an old thing like me.”

“Not if it’s you, Zevlor.” She pulls him closer, wraps his arms around him like a safe harbor. “Not if it’s us.”

“Very well.” There’s a flicker of emotion in his voice, and it makes her want to shout, makes her want to rip apart the world for hurting him in such a way that he feels he’s unworthy of something as fundamental as love. “I have a feeling I couldn’t dissuade you even if I tried.”

“Don’t try. Just… just be.”

He falls asleep before her, cheek pressed against her shoulder, his brow knitted together. And she offers up a supplication to every God that will listen to her that she will find a way to soothe this ache he carries. That she will bless and keep him always. That he will always be something with her.

They don’t need to be heroes. They just need to be together.

[bbnibini]

I wonder if it's a design choice or the devs themselves can't make up their mind, but why did Solomon's eye colour "change" in NB? The chibi sprites in the OG show his eyes are shades of grey to brown/almost gold-bronze.

The NB chibi sprite shows his eyes to be dark blue and brownish-gold.

Don't even get me started with the cards and merch that can't make up his effing eye colour

To my Solobesties (I'm calling Solomon stans this now. I think we formed a strange kinship after lesson 17 even if we never interact lmao), especially artist solobesties, hats off to you and your service to the community.

My personal HC is kinda a spoiler for uhhhh something I'm writing, but here it is:

"It's just…your eyes are like you: I can't figure them out." "MC, I-" "No! No! Solomon, I'm sorry! No…it's not like that, I promise! Look at me, won't you? Please look at me." So he did. His eyes trembled as he met with yours. How could he have hidden this part of himself for this long? How could you not notice? How could you forget? How could Father be so cruel to him and you for simply existing? You traced the corner of his lips with your thumb as you held him by the cheek. He was leaning onto your right hand, unable to maintain his gaze. He was surprisingly bashful. Adorably shy without his facades. But he looked like he would crumble even with a gentle word so you did not say anything. He looked at you expectantly, then looked away as your gaze burned onto him for too long and muttered, "You can't figure me out?"in almost a whisper, after a long-drawn out silence, weighing in his words, watching your expressions and body language. Afraid, so deathly afraid. You smiled. "It's like I'm looking at a mirror. Sometimes it's silver, sometimes it's midnight. When you look at the world around you and then look back at me, I feel like you've captured the sky and the oceans in your eyes. It's beautiful." His face was red all over, even to the tips of his ears. It was such a shame. You haven't even said everything you wanted to say to him yet. That he was the moon and the stars to your daytime; gold and silver gazes, looking after you from afar in the many branches of realities he couldn't be as honest with you as he was now. Ah. What will you do without him now? How can you give this up after remembering everything? You knew it was selfish, but you love him. Both of him. Every part of him just as much as he loved you and every part of you that existed. But now, you had to say goodbye. Again. How truly unfair.

[snek-eyes]

Ineffable Husbands eras

So I named the first section of history the Pre-Arrangement era, which of course led me thinking to how I would divide up the rest. This is of course just how I interpret the vibes, I'd love to hear thoughts!

Pre-Arrangement (4004 BC ~ 41 AD)

Getting to know each other—and themselves. They're both learning and growing in this brand new world, and they test each other out whenever the job brings them to the same place (There isn't a whole lot of place else yet to be). During this time they learn that they can not only trust each other, but the era ends with them realizing they actively enjoy each other's company. They have much more in common with each other than their respective sides.

4004 BC - Eden (Meeting. Surprising each other)

3004 BC - Mesopotamia (The flood. Aziraphale disappoints Crowley by sticking to Heaven's line.)

2500 BC - Uz (Job. Crowley tries to get Aziraphale to disappoint him again, but instead the angel puts his faith in the demon. Their Own Side is formed way back here.)

33 AD - Golgotha (Crucifixion. Crowley tests Aziraphale again, the angel passes and Crowley opens up about his name change)

41 AD - Rome (Oysters. Aziraphale is the one to reach out this time, and doesn't shy away from being unangelic.)

Formation of the Arrangement (537 ~ 1601)

Let's do this on purpose (for Strictly Business reasons). What defines this era is that Aziraphale is nervous and Crowley thinks they've got it made. Even well after they've agreed to working together, they're still doing the song and dance of Aziraphale pretending he doesn't know what's happening and Crowley seducing him into it.

537 AD - Kingdom of Wessex (Knights. Still running into each other by accident, Crowley proposes a more radical version of what will be the final agreement)

[1020ish - when the book says they reached the Arrangement]

1601 - Globe Theatre, London (Hamlet. They've switched jobs "dozens of times" by now, presumably that's at least 24 occasions but less than 100.)

And now I've gone and done math about it, so...

if the start date is also accurate for the show... by the 1600s they're meeting up at least once every 25 years on average.

(and that's for the minimum of 24 Arrangements)

In my unlikely scenario of them having 99 Arrangements already, that would bring it down to 5 years

Even if for some unlikely reason Aziraphale changed his mind and went back right away in 537, 24 Arrangements would have them meeting up on average every 44 years

Of course, these are exact averages and they aren't robots. It's likely meetings started out less often and increased in frequency as they got more comfortable. Maybe it was every 100 years in the beginning, who knows exactly! (only one man and he's not talking) Do with this information what you will. Let's move on.

Definitely Not Friends (1793 ~ 1862)

Let's do this on purpose (for personal reasons). No longer are they only arranging to meet up in-between going to each others' jobs so the other can stay home, this is going out of their way to spend time together.

During this era, Aziraphale has finally started to relax, while Crowley is doing the opposite. Turns out (in classic Crowley form) this might not have been as good an idea as he originally thought, but he's in way too deep now. The era ends when Crowley shatters Aziraphale's growing comfort.

1793 - Paris (Revolution. It's plausible that Aziraphale may have arranged this on purpose, to see Crowley without admitting that's what he wants. For his part, Crowley goes out of his way to stage a rescue, even though he's now able to admit it could get him in real trouble.)

1800 - London (Bookshop opening [from the script book, semi-canonical]. In Paris, Crowley knew Aziraphale was planning to open a bookshop, now he knows the exact date and is swinging by to bring him presents. Also sneakily puts a stop to the other angels recalling Aziraphale from Earth; just as he knew Aziraphale wouldn't like hell, he knows he wouldn't like going back to heaven either.)

1827 - Edinburgh (Grave robbing. Crowley invites Aziraphale to hang out in a graveyard in the middle of the night in what is totally not an old-timey date. The only pretense is a personal excuse ['hey angel come see this statue of your boss lmao']. This is just straight up spending time together.) Interestingly, this is also the last time we will really see them traveling together, everything from here on out is around London.

1862 - St. James Park (Holy water requested, denied. This meeting is oddly formal for all that came before it, even back in S1 when it followed right after the Paris rescue. Crowley is seriously rattled. The Holy Water request is a declaration that he would take on hell for them. Aziraphale doesn't understand and isn't ready to hear it even if he did.)

We Both Know that We Both Know (1941 ~ 1967)

We are dangerously aware of what's going on here. It is made very clear that they will both go to insane lengths to ensure the other will stay in their life. They still can't say it out loud, but the remaining pretense is tissue paper thin.

1941 - London (The Blitz. It's been 80 years since they've seen each other, and yet Crowley saunters back in right at the moment Aziraphale needs him. They spend a giddy night being ridiculous together, only to get the wake up call of their closest call yet from head office. It's the night of Aziraphale's two realizations: That they're in love, and the full weight of the danger that puts them in.)

1967 - Soho (Holy Water given. Aziraphale isn't happy about it, but he makes the decision to trust Crowley in hopes being on the same team will keep him safer than he'd be otherwise. It's the complete opposite of the decision he made to walk away 105 years ago. He also gives them both a slim glimpse of hope for the future.)

A Test of Faith (2008 ~ 2019)

Whose side are we on? 6000 years of becoming more and more of Earth while pretending that's not what they're doing, and it's finally time to either admit that or don't. Still not quite ready to admit that choosing "the world" also means each other, but they do choose their own side.

2008 - Baby antichrist delivered (Present day dates aren't outright stated, this is technically "11 years ago")

2019 - Apocawasn't (date from when S1 aired)

What Are We [Limbo] (2020 ~ 2023)

Finally free (what are we waiting for?). Stuck in a holding pattern, neither of them know how to move forward. All the coping mechanisms they've developed and sunk into over millennia are breaking down. Crowley is more stressed than ever waiting for the other shoe to fall, Aziraphale doesn't know who he is without the structure of heaven. Something needs to shake things up, and when it comes it shakes them apart.

2020 - Lockdown short (Semi-canonical. The excuse to hole up together is right there and they both clearly want it! But neither of them knows how to take that step.)

2023 - Gabriel disappears from heaven and chaos ensues (season 2 airdate)

As for what's next, I'm guessing something like:

Divorce Era (Figuring out who they are and what matters to them without the other for the first time. Throwback to the pre-Arrangement)

What Are We [Redux] (allied again, but the plot is giving us a convenient excuse to not address things between us. This is 'We Both Know' and 'Limbo' combined)

Ineffable Husbands time (when they've finally finally gotten it all out on the table. They are going to be insufferable.)

And those are my thoughts! Let me know what you think :)

[meiliarotten]

Moan

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is shy and usually quiet in bed. When Medic and Reader have the base to themselves, Medic makes it his goal to get her to be much more vocal.

Tags: Shy reader, voice kink, oral, praise, dirty talk, teasing

Word Count: 3.8

The Masterlist

For as long as you could remember, sex had been a quiet affair for you. Not totally silent, of course. There was always a soft whimper or gasp here and there that would keep things from being outright uncomfortable, but it was never especially loud. Most of this was due to circumstances. The majority of your sexual expiriences tended to take place in locations that necessitated keeping volume to a minimum.

This fact didn’t change when you took up a job as a mercenary. You found it ironic. Mann Co was a company with enough money to hire several people to fight a war over relatively useless land for literal decades, and yet they couldn’t invest in a base without paper-thin walls. Of course, they also probably didn’t plan for you to have an intimate relationship with your team’s Medic, a relationship that would on occasion benefit from a bit of soundproofing.

Medic certainly didn’t make it easy for you to stay quiet either. Usually you were able to muffle yourself effectively by burying your face into a pillow, or by biting your lip so hard that you occasionally drew blood. Both of you had agreed that your colleagues probably wouldn’t appreciate overhearing your little trysts in the middle of the night. Still, it sometimes seemed as if the ex doctor was treating it as a challenge, teasing you and testing the limits of your self restraint.

Tonight was a unique occasion, however. After an especially long streak of victories, the team went out to eagerly drink the night away without a care, no doubt terrifying the common bar patrons along the way. All but two, that is, and those two just happened to be you and Medic. The pair of you had your own method of celebration, a method that wouldn’t include waking up with a hangover- just sore hips, possibly.

It only took a few moments after the others left for you and Medic to set upon each other, caressing and clumsily making your way from the common room to his private quarters. Once there you didn’t pause for a moment. He kissed his way up your jawline before leaning in close to your ear. You felt his breath warm your skin long before he finally spoke.

“I want to hear you moan for me, liebling.”

You visibly hesitated when he said that, shrinking back and glancing around nervously. The soft, simple request made you anxious even though you knew the base had been vacated save for you and the team’s doctor. Medic immediately took note of the sudden change in your demeanor, his tone going from dominant to reassuring within a moment.

“There is no one else in the base besides you and me, so there’s no reason to keep quiet,” he said, reaching out and brushing against your cheek. He felt the heat radiating from your skin, and he wanted to make it more intense, but even more so than that, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. “I promise, no one will hear us. We’re free to do as we please tonight.”

“I’ll try,” you said, barely above a whisper. “But I’ve always been a quieter person. I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Medic shook his head, looking astonished at the very prospect that you could be a disappointment to him. He pulled you forward again, meeting you halfway with another kiss, gentler, but no less passionate than the previous ones. You grabbed his shirt in your fists as the two of you once again found yourselves entwined, lips parting and tongues sliding before the need for air eventually forced the two of you apart.

“You won’t let me down, meine liebe,” Medic sighed, taking a few moments to let himself breathe. When he finally composed himself, he seamlessly slipped into that more domineering tone that you found so sinfully inviting. “Imagine how nice it would feel to let go, completely free of shame. No prying ears to overhear your pleasure, just me and you.”

It was quite tempting, you had to admit. Anxiety was rapidly being drowned out by arousal in both your mind and body. This was a rare opportunity, and there was no way of knowing when you and Medic would have the base all to yourselves again.

“That does sound nice...” You finally made your decision. The smile that spread across Medic’s face was one of genuine excitement, although there was a hint of lust to it that couldn’t be denied. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Let’s get these clothes out of the way.” Medic was upon you in a moment, hastily unfastening the button and zipper on your pants while you stripped off your top and bra. Once those were off, you reached forward to start unbuttoning his vest, but he stopped you, pushing your hands away. While he made quick work of your pants, he hadn’t yet removed your underwear, leaving it as the only garment remaining on your body.

You tilted your head in confusion, but your train of thought was thoroughly derailed before you could ask anything. Medic pushed you back onto the bed, leaning over to kiss along the sensitive skin of your neck. You sighed, feeling his hand as it traveled down your chest, over your stomach and further down, until he could drag his fingers over the last bit of fabric covering you. You let out a shaky exhale and Medic chuckled, pulling away from your neck and clearly enjoying himself as he examined your reactions.

“Already so wet for me,” he observed, letting his fingers linger there, stroking you through your undergarments and soaking the material in the process. You hadn’t realized just how aroused you were.

“Medic, please,” you whispered, just loud enough to get his attention. You could already tell that willing yourself to be any louder would be a challenge, but it was one you were becoming much more willing to undertake with each passing moment.

“What is it you need, darling?” He asked, pulling his hand away from you. You squirmed and bucked your hips at the loss of stimulation, but he barely paid it any mind. “Go on, tell me.”

“I want you to take these off of me,” you stammered, pulling anxiously at the waistband of your underwear. “And I want you to keep touching me, please.”

To your relief, Medic didn’t hesitate once you voiced your desires. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it downward until the garment was removed and tossed to the floor without a care. You suppressed a shiver at the sudden exposure, glancing down nervously. Medic found it cute, how you were still so shy despite how many times he had seen you in such a vulnerable condition before. He looked to you for a final nod of approval before stroking his fingers along your slit, chuckling as he was able to fully experience how slick you were.

“Desperate little thing,” he said, continuing to rub and coat his fingers with your arousal. “Just sit back and let your doctor take care of you.”

Two fingers entered you with ease, thrusting, curling, and stretching. A shudder ran up your spine as Medic sought out and quickly located the spot within you that would soon have you squirming with pleasure. You naturally started biting your lip out of habit, clutching the bedsheets with the effort it took to stifle yourself to mere whimpers as Medic began to work his fingers against your g-spot.

“Liebchen, remember what we discussed,” he said calmly, almost casually. It was a sharp contrast to your current state, as you barely held your composure. The matter wasn’t helped when Medic began to use his thumb to circle over your clit. That was enough to start breaking down your walls, eliciting a harsh cry that you couldn’t even begin to choke back. “Ja, that’s more like it. Just relax and let me hear those sweet little sounds. I know you want to. It must be exhausting to put so much effort into holding back.”

He was right. It almost disturbed you sometimes, how he could read you like an open book. You breathed deep, finally allowing yourself to let go a little, and as you did soft moans escaped you. You hadn’t been lying, you were a quieter person in bed, but even those gentle vocalizations were music to Medic’s ears. He relished every little noise he managed to draw from you with his skilled fingers. Even so, he was confident that he could get you to be louder. Now wasn’t the time for that though. He had to be patient. For now, he would put all his focus on pleasing you.

“Medic,” you stammered his name through a sharp exhale, catching your lover’s attention immediately. “Please, I want to feel your tongue on me.”

It was incredibly forward of you, and that just made it all the more arousing to the doctor. He was more than happy to comply, meeting your gaze with a smirk before moving to kneel on the floor. He pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your hips with ease. You watched as he removed his vest, dropping it beside him without a care. Medic had decided it was getting far too hot for any extra layers. His dress shirt remained on for now, although with the top few buttons undone.

You weren’t focused on his state of undress for long though. The moment the vest hit the floor, Medic got to work, and the sensation of his tongue on your clit had you gasping. He held a tight grip on your thighs, kneading the supple flesh there as he let them rest on his shoulders. He listened to your reactions, paying close attention to what made you squirm with pleasure and what made you whimper or moan. He was positively relentless, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting close.

“Fuck, I’m about to come!” Your face went red at how loudly you had exclaimed, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on the embarrassment. As for Medic, he paid little heed to your warning. He started to moan as he buried his face between your thighs, making it quite obvious that he intended to bring you to the height of pleasure like this.

His efforts doubled in those last few moments, and with a sharp cry you let your orgasm overtake you. Medic continued to lap at you as you rode out your high, desperate for your taste. His grip on your thighs tightened as they shook and clenched against the sides of his head. It wasn’t until you began to pull away from the overstimulation that he stopped.

You laid back, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, thoroughly blissed out and enjoying the afterglow. The rustling of fabric and the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened was what eventually brought your attention back to the situation at hand. Medic had stripped off his shirt and was making fast work of removing his belt and pants as well. Clearly, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“That was good, liebchen, but I think you can be a bit louder. I want to hear just how good I’m making you feel.” His words were as ominous and yet so very seductive.

You were still a bit ashamed of how loud you were, especially since you didn’t know you could even reach such volumes, but the thought of feeling such pleasure that you abandoned all control was rather exciting. The idea of losing any care for how loud you were was as frightening as it was freeing. Plus, part of you also liked how focused Medic was on his goal, almost treating it like a challenge, pushing himself to make you feel as good as possible.

He was on top of you the moment his remaining clothes were discarded on the floor, snapping you out of your thoughts by pressing his lips roughly against yours. A bite on your lower lip made you gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You could taste yourself on Medic’s tongue, and it made your head spin. Everything about the embrace was needy and frantic. You could feel how hard he was against you, and it only made you more aware of the fact that he wasn’t inside you yet, where you so desperately wanted him to be.

“I want to make you scream for me,” Medic growled when the two of you finally parted, his voice breathless and heavy with arousal. You were just as eager as he was. He had worked you back up after making you come once, and you wanted him to do it again.

You weren’t even sure how to put your desperation into words. Coherent language escaped you as you tried to articulate just how much you wanted him to fuck you right now. Luckily, you didn’t need to say a thing. Medic pressed another kiss to your lips. He entered you just a moment later with a quick thrust, your arousal making it easy. He was sure to break off the kiss in time to hear your breathy cry as he went still.

Medic let out a shaky sigh, simply enjoying how nice you felt around him until you grew impatient. You whined, bucking your hips against him in an attempt to get him to move. Usually he would tell you to use your words, but he had waited long enough for this. Not to mention the litany of thankful noises that he was privy to once he finally began thrusting at a steady pace was extremely rewarding. This was just what he had wanted from you, and now he could begin to let go as well.

Medic had always been loud. Unlike you, he didn’t seem to mind if the others heard him, sometimes to the point that you had to warn him to be quieter. Such caution was not necessary tonight. Medic groaned between leaving gentle bites on your collar and neck, making you whimper. It seemed he was intent on not letting you go quiet for even a moment, although his own voice sometimes threatened to drown out your own. The way he moaned and even growled next to your ear drove you crazy. If this was how Medic felt when he heard you, then you could certainly understand the appeal.

“Harder,” you cried out, loud and clear. Medic stopped short with a look of slight surprise and almost carnal desire, clearly not expecting you to be so bold. You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, and the lack of movement drew a soft whine as you tried to buck against his hips yourself, to no avail.

“What was that, liebe? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he finally said. You steeled yourself, knowing he was teasing you, and looked him in the eye with newfound determination. So he wanted to play with you? That was fine. You could play along, especially since you knew some tricks that would fluster him as well.

“I said harder! I want you to fuck me harder!” Your voice was definitely raised now, somehow managing to be equally demanding and desperate. Medic shuddered and you pushed further, being even more explicit, intent on working him up until he couldn’t resist giving it to you just as hard as you wanted it. “I want you to be rough with me. I love feeling your cock slamming into me. I need you .”

Medic’s hips were grinding against yours now, and as you continued to whisper filthy requests into his ear he began to move again. He thrust shallowly at first, but soon picked up the pace as he started to give in to his own needs. Still, he remained ever attentive, slowing down when you seemed to be getting overwhelmed and letting you adjust until you were begging him to go faster. And of course, most importantly, he made sure to take advantage of all the spots that had you crying out in ecstasy.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Keep telling me just how you want it,” Medic groaned. It was right at that second when a shift in angle struck you just perfectly. Your mind went blank with pleasure and any smugness you had maintained from before melted away as you nearly screamed.

“Fuck, right there! Please!”

You latched onto Medic, causing him to hiss as your nails dug into his back. That hiss turned into a low chuckle as he realized that he had found a spot guaranteed to get some nice sounds out of you. He thrust hard and didn’t even flinch when you scratched red, stinging lines down his back. If anything, the pain had its own appeal, and it let him know just how good he was making you feel.

“Keep begging for me.” Medic’s voice shook as he dealt with the conflicting pain and pleasure you inflicted upon him while in the throes of passion, needy and so very enticing. “I love hearing you plead for more.”

As if you needed any encouragement to keep begging. You barely heard yourself, so desperate for more, you vaguely acknowledged a barrage of “ please! ” and “ don’t stop !” that fell from your lips, feverishly repeated like a mantra. Medic, on the other hand, took every last word in. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this, finally getting to hear you cry out so shamelessly. You had certainly exceeded his expectations.

“Gutes mädchen. I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good! So good! Fuck, it feels amazing.” You barely got the words out between gasps.

“It’s so freeing to finally let go, isn’t it? To let those sweet sounds be heard?” Medic wasn’t able to hide the slight stammer in his speech as he felt the pleasure start to build. “Oh Gott, you feel so good!”

He slowed down suddenly before the point of no return, no longer fucking you as roughly but still aiming firm thrusts against your sweet spot, making sure not to sacrifice any of your pleasure. He would last a little longer like this, but he still felt so close. Slowly, he let one of his hands trail down your stomach, resting his fingers on your clit, but not moving yet.

“You want me to touch you there?” He asked, barely holding back a groan as he watched how you whined and made futile attempts to buck against his fingers. You were so beautiful when you became desperate like this. “You want me to make you come, ja?”

“Yes!” Your breathing was ragged, and it was a struggle to simply form coherent words. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Bitte darling, moan for me. Moan nice and loud, and I’ll let you come.” Medic still didn’t move his fingers, but he pressed just the slightest bit harder, putting just enough pressure on that sensitive little spot to have you reeling but not enough to make you come.

And you most certainly moaned. Harsh, breathy vocalizations that you had never made before were drawn from your throat at volumes you had never dared to venture. You practically screamed, knowing it would satisfy Medic, knowing it would earn you the release you craved.

“Good girl.” His words barely had time to register in your mind, as in that moment he finally began to rub firm circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. That tension finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You weren’t even conscious of the noises you were making anymore, but Medic was certainly pleased with them. “Keep going, scream for me, liebchen! Don’t stop!”

His voice was so enticing like this, raising in a way that you had never heard before. Was this how he felt when hearing you? You didn’t have time to ponder that, too preoccupied with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. Medic thrust unevenly a few more times, making you whimper from overstimulation before finishing with a low groan. With your arms wrapped around him, you noticed that he was practically trembling as he came.

He went still, and for a moment you worried that he would collapse on top of you. Finally he gave a shaky sigh, rolling over to lay beside you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, and waiting for the rapid pace of your heartbeats to steady.

However, relaxing proved rather difficult for you. Now that the ecstasy and euphoria of your orgasm had passed, you found yourself becoming a bit paranoid. Every slight noise, while most likely just being the wind or the ordinary creaking of an old building settling was interpreted by you as a sign that the other mercs had returned early. You wrung the blankets in your hands, wrinkling them in a tight grip.

“Don’t let your mind start racing.” Medic interrupted your thoughts. Ever the observant one, he noticed your anxiety returning without you needing to say a word. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him where you gladly settled into the curve of his body. “No one heard you except me. Do you really think I’d risk letting anyone else hear those delightful little sounds?”

He had a good point. You shook your head and he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His fingertips brushed against your scalp, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine.

“Those are only for me to hear. Gott, I love listening to that pretty voice of yours, nur für mich.” You loved the touch of possessiveness he sometimes had in his tone, always striking a perfect balance between attractive and intimidating. It made you wonder if he did it on purpose just to make you blush. “Wasn’t it nice to let go for once, liebling?”

“It did feel nice,” you confessed, knowing Medic would read you like an open book whether you admitted it or not. Of course, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take part in a bit of teasing as well. “I especially enjoyed hearing you,” you said. “I knew you were louder than me, but I didn’t know you could be that vocal.”

Medic seemed to laugh off your comment, but the bright flush in his cheeks was evident, even in the dim lighting of his room. It filled you with a sense of pride every time you were able to fluster him the way he did with you so often. “You know, we can’t make a habit of this. All the others would have heard us if they were here.”

“Natürlich, which is why we should make the most of tonight.” Before you could even process what he had said you were pulled into another kiss, this one deep and breathtaking in sharp contrast to the relatively chaste pecks from earlier. When he pulled away you were breathing hard all over again, looking up at him with renewed lust as he leaned in and you felt his lips brush against your ear. “What do you think, meine liebe? Ready for a second round?”

[xhdream]

Hi hi~~ would you be up for a little description of XH their favorite way to kiss you~? Both in a cute sfw way, and a more make out or nsfw way?👀🤭 -🎃

oh, i would love to, let’s go 🫶🏼

# xdinary heroes + kissing

༻ sfw

♡ gunil

playful kisses on the nose, and soft kisses on the forehead! you’re so cute he feels the strongest urge to just wrap his arms around you and squish as hard as possible, but unfortunately that’s impossible, so instead he places the most gentle pecks on your sweet pretty face

♡ jungsu

kisses while you’re speaking! you get so immersed sometimes when you speak on something you’re passionate about, he cannot resist the need to kiss you, because of how endearing you look. that doesn’t make you shut up though - you want to finish your thought, so you both end up laughing through multiple light but still very sweet kisses

♡ jiseok/gaon

good morning kisses! it’s not really a way to be exact, but kissing you after he’s woken up next to you feels very special for jiseok, and it’s his favorite way to start the day. he doesn’t get to do it sometimes, so when he has the chance to smother you in deep kisses first thing in the morning he feels very lucky

♡ seungmin/o.de

a long kiss while both of you have your arms wrapped around your waist! that sweet kiss without tongue that lasts for a while and makes you lean back, as he holds you in his embrace… that’s his favorite! he loves being able to see up close that wide pretty smile of yours appearing on your face afterwards

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

unexpected cheek kisses! they’re heartwarming, and he loves them especially because he can give you some no matter where you are. he loves surprising you by wrapping hands around you from the back, and kissing your cheek

♡ jooyeon

peppers your entire face with smooches while he’s laying on top of you! he doesn’t leave you alone until he’s kissed every little spot of your face. it’s a little aggressive, you know how he can be sometimes, but it’s in the most affectionate way. you’re like sweet honey to him and he’s addicted

༻ nsfw

♡ gunil

passionate kiss, as he cups your face with his hands. he starts slow, and gradually picks up the pace leading you into a deeper kiss that has your tummy swirl. i just know he’s an experienced kisser, and imo he lives for the build up - those first minutes of just slow kissing, teasing each other with a little tongue as you let your hands travel all over your bodies until you both geth too heated, and begin to press your lips harder, quicker and wetter… the gradual change in the mood is his favorite part. very dominating, and sometimes his hand can crawl up around your throat and stay there while you kiss

♡ jungsu

oh, those lips of his… 😏 i feel like there are moments when jungsu can make out for hours especially if you haven’t seen each other in a while. he has his fingers caressing your jawline and occasionally bury themselves in your hair, as you talk between kisses. sometimes you tell each other sweet nothings, sometimes you catch up on what you’ve been up to, but you don’t stop kissing, as you’re both laying on your sides with your leg over his body giving him easy access to your intimate parts if he wants to go further

♡ jiseok/gaon

the one i want to kiss the most and he’s not even my ult (or is he?) the perfect plump pretty lips to go all out with. when i see them i think of greedy sloppy make outs that at one point feel even rough from so much biting and sucking. he makes you drool and moan into his mouth, but he doesn’t shy away from making noise too. loves having you in his lap, so he can grip your ass and boobs at the same time. he’s always sneaking up your shirt or down your pants to feel your skin. honestly i don’t see much of a build up with him - he smashes his lips right away

♡ seungmin/o.de

sensual kissing, but with naughty touching. he pins you down on the mattress, keeping your hands on both sides of your head, as he french kisses you in such delicate, but arousing way. his lips are gentle and soft, but if they go lower to your neck which they always do at one point, they start putting more pressure. he’s very touchy no matter where you’re making out tho; he needs to feel you against him as much as possible. loves if you let out some moans or whimpers as he kisses you

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

loves making out while his hand is under your pants. you start kissing softly, innocently even, and then boom! his hand is suddenly slipping under your panties and rubbing circles. i think he can get turned on pretty easily when you kiss, especially if you’re the one that’s changing the mood from gentle & cute to deep & passionate. he loves making out while you sit across each other pleasuring yourselves or one another

♡ jooyeon

slow, slow kissing with long dry humping, because he cannot force his hands to stay still when you’re sitting on his lap; they have to grip on your flesh; they have to be on your ass or hips, pressing you harder against him. the way he uses his hands while you make out really contrasts to the way he kisses you at least at the beginning. his lips move lazily, gently and they press against yours for a moment before peeling off slowly. however, his grip gets stronger the hornier he gets. loves throwing his head back, so you can mark him as much as you want. he also enjoys using his tongue and doesn’t mind spit at all

[anbroids]

as homestuck gets older and becomes more and more of a period piece i think it’s really interesting to see how continuations and fanworks take different approaches to maintaining that or not.

and i don’t want to outright say one is superior to the other. i think if you can find ways to introduce aspects of more contemporary pop culture or politics or technology into homestuck as a framework and still make it an interesting intentional choice then that’s a big achievement and not something to be scoffed at just by virtue of it being divergent from homestuck proper.

i think in a lot of ways it can keep it fresh and add a layer of relatability to the fans that grew up on it. after all, i think hussie was intending to make (or perhaps just coincidentally happened to make) homestuck relatable to his particular demographic of young adults on the internet in the late 2000s / early 2010s. i think rereading homestuck in my 20s really solidified this to me that homestuck was not intended to be a story about kids for kids but rather a story for adults about childhood and growing up. it’s funny that it wasn’t more obvious to me back then, or maybe i did pick up on it but i just didn’t really think about it all that much? because it’s so obvious. there’s so much 80s and 90s kid nostalgia in it and the tropes that the characters portray were already outdated or at least didn’t even really exist like they used to by 2009. and in many ways the characters themselves outgrow their own tropes and then later acknowledge it in the work itself both as time progresses and the narrative develops into something more complex and the characters become increasingly multi-dimensional.

i guess it’s just an interesting question to me. is having content in a story that will indefinitely age the work a “good” or “bad” choice? and several years down the line, will we be able to tell what choices were intentionally made so that it would one day be reflective of the state of technology / political landscape / pop culture at the time?

artists who set out to make their work as timeless as possible do kind of miss out on the opportunity to be a time capsule later on. or just generally representative of the climate it was created in, which is something that i think a lot of us can both appreciate but also find pretty unsavory about homestuck proper (cough dancestors cough) but then can i really say i wish those unsavory parts of homestuck didn’t exist? idk. they aren’t fun to read but i like that they make me think critically about the flaws of that particular part of internet history.

politics aside i think the fact that there’s a homestuck panel that incorporates vine is so cool. because it sort of inadvertently swallowed up a piece of internet history that would come to disappear into its already massive time capsule of media and pop culture and hussie didn’t even know. it’s just cool to me idk.

at the same time i think younger artists and writers that really prioritize keeping homestuck grounded in its era of internet and even going so far as to honor the nostalgia of an older generation is something i really admire and appreciate. and this is something that is becoming more common as homestuck ages (and becomes more of a period piece etc etc). i often find myself at a crossroads between exploring contemporary elements in my work and trying to emulate homestuck’s original tone and time period for the sake of preserving that integrity. like man. i could go on about this for such a long time because i feel like it’s just a really interesting discussion to see what we weigh as a meaningful divergence and refreshing change from homestuck proper vs what compromises the (for lack of better phrasing lol) “feels like homestuck” factor.

i think the discussions about sexuality and gender identity towards the end of comic and then further in the epilogues is an obvious example of this. hussie didn’t necessarily shy away from nuances of gender and sexuality but he didn’t really address them outright with labels either for the majority of homestuck proper until the end when other writers got involved. in early act 6 dirk is explicitly stated as gay (insert disney diversity win meme blah blah blah) but the character himself, which i feel like is an interesting reflection of hussie and homestuck’s general feelings about the topic of identity and labels (if i may speculate lmao), considers the act of labeling his sexuality as sort of this out of date, irrelevant thing in the grand scheme of things. whether that be in reference to who he is or what’s going on in the comic or a more metanarrative choice of hussie’s. some people interpret this to be a kind of admission of shame or maybe dirk just being pretentious but i personally interpret this as hussie kind of just being like. i don’t really want to spend too much time Talking about characters being gay i just want them to exist in the story and Be Gay. similarly to how the trolls don’t have a concept of sexuality in the same way the human characters do. it gives hussie an opportunity to have characters do Objectively gay things, from the reader’s perspective, without having to spell out their relationships to their own sexualities by real societal standards in the work itself when he was clearly more interested and comfortable talking about the trolls’ relationships to their fictional societal ones. and i think as a writer i find that pretty fair. (and yeah yeah i know another aspect of dirk’s whole deal is that he’s from the future so of course he would say that / the trolls are from another planet and all of this is in comedic foil to john i am not a homosexual egbert as the protagonist but i digress. idk i’m really only speculating here and maybe projecting lol)

bc tbh i also kind of shudder at the thought of writing gay characters who are always expected to spell out their identities to the audience when i’d rather just have them Do Actual Gay Things. (using gay as an umbrella term for lgbt+ yada yada). personally i’d rather have a scene where a character binds their chest to reveal an aspect of their gender presentation rather than feel obligated to spell out their relationship to their identity in words and explicit labels and also describe exactly how they Feel About All That. not because i want to cop out on representation and have their identities be totally open to interpretation necessarily, but more-so because i think it becomes exhausting sometimes as a gay person myself to have to keep acknowledging a character’s State of Differentness as obviously as possible every time i put a gay person in a piece of art.

not that i don’t find narratives that exclusively or heavily talk about and center themselves around identity and being in a State of Differentness in very outright ways important. to me that’s something very different and meaningful in completely different ways that can’t be accurately compared here. there are plenty of homestuck fanworks that make discussions of gender and identity a large priority that i think are extremely meaningful and one of the biggest reasons why i came back to homestuck after all these years and still really love the community of artists and writers that engage with it in this way. i think it’s an extremely wonderful thing, especially because with the homestuck community so niche, it really feels like a group of people spreading art that is, by a large majority, by gay people and for gay people. but in narratives that are not specifically centered around that, or has not centered themselves about that previously (like homestuck several acts into the comic) i can totally see how it comes across as off-putting. i think sometimes there’s a slippery slope with bigger projects with a large audience where the existence of gay characters in the work start to read as teaching tools for non-[insert identity here] or virtue signaling. i.e. it stops feeling like media that the reader can identity with as a gay person and more like media that is trying to represent gayness “accurately and positively” for a straight reader (or perhaps a gay reader who is completely new to their identity and appreciate this kind of easy-to-swallow and comfortable introduction). i find that in cases like this, the “representation” more often than not falls into the pitfall of being extremely generalized and sterilized or even stereotypical. which is a whole conversation in itself. bc when an identity is always easy to digest and understand, it risks reducing this character to the identity itself. water is wet i guess lol. idk it’s just a tricky balance. but definitely something i think about a lot when i’m engaging with contemporary homestuck fanwork.

long aside but. all of this to say. i just find it interesting to see how homestuck, as a kind of specific multimedia form of art and storytelling online that seemed to set a new precedent for the webcomic format at large, has taken on a genre of its own like any piece of art does that is unique and off the beaten path in its execution. idk it just makes me think of art history in general. like it’s fascinating to me to see something like homestuck which was once very new and fresh to me become a piece of art that has aged enough to open discussion about approaching the framework of homestuck in either a traditional or contemporary way. as a continuation or a fanwork or an homage. i guess the only point i’m trying to make here is that i don’t think one is better than the other and there’s something i appreciate about both.

i feel like i’m kind of avoiding the elephant in the room here which is that there’s a lot of discussion going on right now about maintaining consistency with homestuck proper in the current continuation with homestuck2 and that’s sort of a whole other can of worms i don’t really want to get into. but i would like to acknowledge how interesting it is that these discussions really obviously highlight how fast memes get “stale” nowadays in the current state of social media and everything seems to exist in a perpetual state of blink-and-you-miss-it virality. i really sympathize with the homestuck2 team who i’m sure are feeling a huge amount of pressure to strike a balance between making something refreshing / relatable to the current homestuck audience and also maintaining the “feels like homestuck” factor. all the while attempting to fulfill as many reader wishes as possible within reason. (not to mention the standard of “reason” being extremely subjective) it’s not an easy thing to do and definitely a hugely different creative process than the one hussie went through during early homestuck days. each with their own complicated hoops to jump through in terms of Making Art People Will Engage With.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Eight Months

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], kidnapping, witnessing murder, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of bruises/blood, fluff and kind of angst?

[A/N: Another random thought at like 2am bc I have insomnia so enjoy. I also really enjoy writing season three fanfics.]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: A Surprise Reunion

[Part One]

The letter you had left in Mike Wheeler’s basement explained it all. They wouldn’t find it until after their festivities.

Your father, Bob Newby, had risked his life to save others. In your mind, and others, he was a hero.

When your mother left you both to fend for yourselves, Bob didn’t shy away from his fatherly duties. In fact, he rose to the occasion. Money was tight but he still made sure you grew up the best you could without a mother. And you soon came to realise you didn’t need one. Because he was all you needed.

When you were 17, your father had fallen in love. Joyce Byers captured his heart and you understood why; she was perfect for him. She welcomed you into her family, as did her sons, and despite the drastic change, you grew to love them all.

But, one fateful evening changed all of that. It had been innocent at first, your best friend Steve Harrington asking you to aid him in winning Nancy Wheeler back. Your heart broke at the request from years and years of hiding your feelings for him, but Nancy made him happy. And you wanted him to be happy.

Once Dustin had found you both and asked for your help, things only got worse. You were dragged into the world beneath Hawkins, learning things that should only be seen in your nightmares.

It led to your father losing his life after saving his family.

Joyce did her best, taking care of you like you were her own. But the thought of living in a town without your father was too much pain to bear. And the decision was made.

You were to move away from Hawkins and leave your goodbyes in a heartfelt letter addressed to the people you loved.

***

“Hey, assholes! Let us out!” Robin yelled, continuously thumping on the door as Steve paced the room wondering how the hell they were going to get out of here.

It all started with a secret Russian message. Translation, Dustin had said at the time. Steve should have listened to his instinct when it told him ‘translation’ would be more than he agreed to.

Now, he and his co worker Robin were trapped in a Russian base with no hope of escaping and the fear of torture on their minds.

Well, he was afraid at least. Robin, on the other hand, gave up on fear half an hour into the wait and was now trying every annoying tactic to get it over and done with.

“Cowards!” She called out when she had no response again, slumping against the wall beside her.

“Do you have to do that?” Steve asked, hands on hips, “You’re basically inviting them to torture us.”

“They don't have to take so long.” Robin said, quieter than she should have and Steve realised that the wait itself was torture for her.

“We’ll find a way out.” Steve said, nodding with such determination, Robin almost believed him.

But she knew better than to hope for miracles.

She pushed away from the wall, crossing the room and heading straight to the metal shelves at the back.

“What are you doing?” Steve followed her, frowning.

“This whole time we’ve been waiting, we could have actually seen if there was another door in this place.”

Steve stopped, pursing his lips. Robin noticed his sudden lack of movement, turning to meet her co worker’s face showing all kinds of disbelief.

“I’m not an expert on secret Russian bases but I know enough to assume that they wouldn’t lock prisoners in a room with an exit.” He stressed, pointing back the way they had walked.

Robin sighed, moving her head slightly to the right before her eyes caught something and she felt a smirk playing on her lips.

“Hm, yeah. You’re probably right.” She shrugged, looking directly to her right. “Oh, and what, pray tell, is that?”

She held her hand out and Steve craned his neck around the corner to see… another door. His breath hitched.

“Pure luck.” He grumbled as Robin let out a happy laugh, practically bouncing over to the door.

“So, dingus, it seems you know absolutely nothing about secret Russian-”

Robin’s victory was cut short when she swung open the door.

Steve frowned at her, shaking his head. “What?”

“Uh…” She stumbled over words, staring into the dark room with wide eyes.

“Let me guess, it’s a dead end?” Steve threw his hands up in exasperation, already stalking away from her. “See, I knew it. The Russians can’t be that stupid if they had a whole ass fancy elevator system and liquid that melts metal-”

“Steve.” Robin tried, her voice quiet.

“-and the fact that we needed to use vents to get in here instead of an actual door just proves-”

“Steve!” She yelled this time, raising her hand to a surrender.

“What?!” Steve turned, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“You should probably come see this.”

Robin said just as soon as he turned the corner again, a frown appearing on his face when he watched her disappear into the other room, enveloped by the shadows.

“Robin?” He called out in a whisper, poking his head around the door.

He squinted into the darkness before making out a shape further in, realising that Robin was crouched down on the floor. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, his heart raced.

She wasn’t alone.

Robin was knelt next to someone else, their body sat on the floor in the corner with their back against the wall, looking extremely scared of the girl in front of them.

“Hey.” Robin said soothingly, both hands held out, “We’re not here to hurt you.”

Steve took a few timid steps into the room, getting closer. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make out features on their face, eyes immediately drawn to the pair of red sneakers. He knew someone with red sneakers.

“Who are you?”

And he most definitely knew that voice.

Steve froze, all kinds of emotions bubbling inside as he reached Robin, looking over her shoulder and confirming his suspicions with a racing heart.

“Y/n?”

You whip your head up, meeting his eyes. As soon as recognition dawned on you, you sprung to your feet, shaking your head.

“Steve?” You cry and suddenly he’s pulling you into his arms, catching you in a tight hug. “What- what the hell are you doing here?”

“Me?” Steve let out a breathy laugh, releasing you and stepping back, “What about-”

All his words faded when he finally saw you within breathing distance, his breath caught in his throat.

The first thing he noticed was the healing scar; etched into your eyebrow and reaching half way up your forehead, burning red in the harsh light. Then, the various cuts on your cheek, your lip. The way your hair was tangled, some stray hairs clinging to your face. Bruises scattered across your jaw in a variety of colour, all presenting themselves as different ages. Finally, your teary eyes, the look of fear lingering as you stare back at him.

He stepped forward, cupping your cheek in his palm. The way you flinched slightly before softening under his touch didn’t go unnoticed to him.

“Y/n.” Steve’s head slowly shook side to side, eyes never leaving yours. “What happened?”

Driving away was meant to be the easy part. But that came to an untimely stop when your car broke down just outside the new building for the Starcourt Mall.

Hawkins had been working on building the mall for months, making sure it was ready to open for the summer. It was almost done but still not open to the public yet. You figured they wanted it to be perfect. It should be, considering the amount of money spent.

Stepping out of your car with a groan, you assess the damage. You hiss as smoke pours from your engine, fanning away the dirty air.

“Shit.” You mutter, glancing around you for some kind of miracle.

The drilling and digging noises from the construction site up ahead was clouding your senses to the point that if it hadn’t been for pure luck, you would have missed the figure turning a corner behind the white wall up ahead. You call out after them for help, only to be drowned out by the sounds around you. With a sigh, you slammed your hood shut and started to follow them.

The luck wasn’t as pure as you thought it would be.

Turning the corner, your eyes focus in on the man up ahead, a green uniform clinging to his body as he raised his arm. You frown, moving closer before you notice another figure on the floor, pleading.

Your heart almost stopped when you saw the gun pointing down at him.

The shot ripped through the air, the construction site proving a good distraction as you watched the pleading figure drop limply to the floor.

You couldn’t help the scream that escaped your lips.

The uniformed man caught your gaze and before you knew it, you were ambushed. Officers all around you spoke in a foreign language, raising their guns to you and you had no choice but to surrender, dropping to your knees before they dragged you away from the site and into a loading bay building.

The next few days were a blur, constant interrogation from a man you assumed was in charge.

“Who do you work for?”

That was all you were asked, the truth only earning punishments in the form of torture from men much bigger and much stronger than you. You didn’t know when they finally started believing you but soon, you were relieved from the pain and thrown into a room, only occasionally brought out when they needed information from you; the long nights of torture only led to you discussing the Upside Down, something they were very intrigued to know.

You didn’t understand why until it was too late.

They couldn’t let you go, not with the risk of you telling everyone what you had witnessed. In fact, they offered you a job so you didn’t prove as much as a burden. They weren’t too pleased when you spat the offer back in their faces, refusing to work for men trying to open another gate.

So, other than the occasional painful chit-chat about what lurks beneath Hawkins, you were confined to a dark room for what seemed like eternity.

Until one day, Steve showed up.

When you told him about what they did to you, Steve’s stomach dropped.

The day you left, he had seen you driving away in your car while he was in his own. Something in him wanted to follow you, to make sure you were okay. But, instead, he went home with the assumption that he'd just ask you about it the next day.

Finding the letter broke his heart, a pain bubbling inside when he realises he made a mistake.

And now, guilt. He could have saved you.

Regardless of when it happened, which he still struggled to figure out. After all, you can't have been down here too long, right?

“What the hell are you doing here?” You shook your head, searching Steve’s face with such intensity he was sure you were checking he wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

“It’s a long story.” Steve sighs, hands still holding your face.

“Um, hi.” The girl behind you spoke, giving a small wave, “I’m Robin.”

“Hi.” You reply with a small smile. “I’m-”

“Y/n.” She grinned, nodding, “Yeah. I know.”

Steve widened his eyes as a warning and Robin simply mocked zipping her lips shut. Let’s just say, Steve hadn’t been shy about telling his new found friend all about you. Just for her to continuously tell him that the reason he had such a problem with getting girls was because he never truly got over you.

“We cracked a secret Russian code and basically fell into this place.” Robin stated, “Like, literally. The elevator ride bruised me.”

“You came into the base?” You shake your head in confusion, “Why the hell would you-”

Your face drops into a smile and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Dustin?” You simply ask and Steve nods his head.

“As much as I love this reunion,” Robin interrupted, stepping forward, “we’re still stuck inside a scary building with no way out.”

“There is a way out.” You say quietly, stepping out of Steve’s gentle hold and hugging your torso. He frowns at your action, watching how you avoid his eyes.

“Really?” Robin’s face lit up, bounding over to you, “How?”

“You just need a keycard.” You say and her face falls. You notice, leaning back against the wall. “You guys did have a keycard when you broke in here, right?”

The silence was your answer and you sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“Okay,” You continue, starting to pace the room. “there’s always Plan B.”

“Plan B?” Steve raised his eyebrow and you shifted, taking a breath.

“Distraction.”

“Distraction?” Robin took her turn to query as Steve stood there, realisation already dawning on him.

“No, absolutely not.” He shakes his head profusely, stepping towards you.

“We can’t all leave.” You raise your chin slightly, showcasing your stubbornness. “The best I can do is get the both of you…”

As you look between them, you look taken-aback and Steve begins to internally panic. What were you thinking? Did you think something was going on between them?

“… what the hell are you wearing?”

“Oh.” Robin looked down, smirking, “We’re not actual sailors. We work at Scoops.”

“Scoops?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the ice-cream place.” Robin nods, frowning when you still don’t understand “At the mall?”

You shake your head, “It opened?”

“Like, ages ago.” She laughed awkwardly, sharing a look with Steve. “Wait. How long have you been down here?”

“I don’t know.” You admit, shrugging. “You don’t really get much sunlight underground, you know?”

"When did you get back to Hawkins?" Steve questions, obviously oblivious to the situation.

"Get back?" You shake your head and he sighs, heart beating faster.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Steve frowns, and you whip your head up, twisting your face as you tried to recollect.

“Uh… it was…” You slowly start nodding, “The party thing? Or dance, I don’t know.”

Steve shrugged when Robin looked at him.

“Oh!” You suddenly say, remembering. “I was leaving a letter in the basement because I knew no one would be there. The kids were going to the Snow Ball at the middle school.”

“As in… winter-time?” Robin’s voice raises in pitch and you nod.

“Yeah?”

“Y/n…” Steve catches your eyes and your face falls as you see the concern spread across it. “That was eight months ago.”

“Eight-” You take a breath, shaking your head. “No, no. I- I can’t have been here for eight months. It’s not-”

Your hand flies to cover your mouth as you realise. Time really had slipped away.

“I’m so-” Steve runs to comfort you when a loud sound rings out from the front of the room, his eyes widening as Russian is yelled and echoed from the walls.

“What do they want?” Robin whispers, her hands shaking slightly.

“They said they want to speak to the boy.” You translate, slowly looking to Steve. Eight months is all it took for you to start understanding Russian.

“Stay here.” Steve says, ignoring your protests as he steps out into the open.

You and Robin try to run after him, watching in horror as he’s dragged away.

You knew all too well what room he was going to end up in.

to be continued...

[zerobaselove]

the best gift | seok matthew

pairing: matthew x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 762

warning: suggestive around the ending. lowercase intended, not proofread

prompt: 6. "would falling in love with me be so terrible?" 15. "shut up" "make me"

notes: happy late birthday to our maechu <33 we fucking love you (i'm writing this in a starbucks rn i am brave as hell)

"you wouldn't tell me what you wanted for your birthday so i had to wing it, i hope it's okay." you handed your best friend matthew a small wrapped gift box, inside the box was a small custom music box that played the merry go round of life with both yours and his initials engraved on the side.

his eyes lit up as he opened the box, only smiling brighter as the light tune played from the music box. "you didn't have to," he smiled, eyes trained on memorizing all the intricate details on the small trinket.

"i wanted to, it was the least i could do." you simply smiled at the enamoured boy.

for the first time in a while, the boy looked up at you, "i would've also taken a confession." his once bright smile turned into a more smug smirk, especially once he saw the way your face heated up at the implication.

"not funny matthew," you let out a shy laugh, not able to look at the birthday boy after his blunt response. as much as you hated to admit it, deep down, you had hoped for the same from him.

his demeanour changed slightly, his next words laced with a whiny tone that you happened to find quite endearing. "would falling in love with me be so terrible?" his fingers had found themselves under your chin, tilting your head to make eye contact with him. he wanted an answer.

"no that's not-" you took a pause, not knowing where to go with your words. surely now wouldn't be the best time to confess, at least not in your head. every combination of words you ran through your head didn't sound quite right; too forced, too blunt, too shy, too vague, too desperate. too in love. so you settled on something simple. "shut up."

your eyes avoided his with skill, glancing at every feature on his face except his eyes. the moles adorning his skin, the cracks in his lips, the flush on his own cheeks despite his calm demeanour, his furrowed brow, as if in thought. you were so busy memorizing his features that you almost didn't hear his next words.

"make me."

oh. you finally took it upon yourself to look him in the eyes, looking for any sense of joking that perhaps got lost in his tone, but there was none. his once sparkling bright eyes had seemed to darken. you almost found it hard to look away as your mouth became dry and you had to remind yourself to blink.

you were pulled from your thoughts at the low chuckle that left his lips, "that's what i thought," he leaned in closer, enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, sending shivers down your spine. "too shy to act on it huh?"

you were silent, the only noise coming from you being a loud gulp as you attempted to swallow, pushing any words further down your throat.

"can i?" his voice was quiet as his eyes noticeably flickered from your eyes to your lips, and back again.

you gave an overly eager hum in return, but that wasn't enough. "words love, i need words."

"please," you managed to breathe out, hoping he didn't notice the way your voice shook over one word.

he seemed to be pleased with that answer as he closed the gap between you two. the kiss started slow and soft, like he was afraid to break you or scare you off, but unknown to him, he had nothing to be worried about. you had been dreaming of this day for months. finally having his lips on yours made you feel like you were on cloud nine, and you couldn't help but be a little eager.

as much as you loved the way he handled you so gently, you needed more, you wanted to give him more. you let your hand make it's way to his hair, tugging on the strands slightly. the action caught him off guard, his lips almost immediately parting as a small groan escaped his lips.

from there on the kiss heated up quicker than you could've imagined. all these emotions and feelings had been bubbling up for so long and now they were finally boiling over; a mess of clashing teeth and wandering hands. it was perfect.

before it went any further you pulled away for a moment, lightly tugging his lips between your teeth as you did so, leaving the boy whining at the loss of contact.

"how's this for a birthday gift?"

[twistmusings]

Would it be alright to request nsfw-ish headcanons for heartslabyul, savanaclaw and Octavinelle with a gn!s/o who has a very sensitive neck and It can be a way to turn them on?

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw and Octavinelle with a S/O who has a sensitive neck

CW: Suggestive (but not explicit), gender neutral pronouns used throughout.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has always been very prim in regard to romance-- he has a very rigid idea in his head as to what romance should look like that he's quickly discovered while dating them is very unrealistic.

More often than not, they're the one who is leading things... however, Riddle managed to discover this little fact about them all on his own.

Riddle couldn't help but to smile as he feels them lay back across his chest. They'd wanted to watch a movie together, and while he wasn't normally the sort of person who would indulge in things like movies or television, he knew it would make them happy.

He had intended for it to be sweet. Romantic, even, when he leans in and gently kisses the side of their neck. It's not even that big of a kiss, just a quick brush of his lips against the side of their neck.

They jump, hand darting to his thigh just above his left knee and squeezing into his flesh. Riddle is startled by their reaction as well, and pulls away from their neck. It takes them a moment, but they seem to catch themselves and clear their throat, adjusting themselves.

Oh. Riddle feels himself flush, the pieces finally clicking into place for what had just happened. Experimentally, he leans in again, giving them plenty of time to move away if they don't want him to touch them. They don't move, and when he finally presses his lips against their neck again, he hears the soft way their breath hitches. It's fascinating, how reactive they are, and he explores just a little more trailing a few open mouthed kissed along their neck to see how their reaction changes as he does.

He doesn't do much more than that, instead letting the both of them return to the movie, but he is certain to file that information away for later.

He doesn't pull it out often-- he's certainly too proper to pull it out of his toolkit while they're in public, so he usually reserves it for private moments, using it as a reward for them when they've been through a rough day.

And he might "coincidentally" forget it from time to time when he's really trying to rile them up and is playing the part of smug little shit.

Ace Trappola

Ace is going to have a field day with it as soon as he figures out how sensitive their neck is. He loves to push buttons-- in fact if there is a button he's going to push it.

He definitely doesn't shy away from using it to get them flustered, even in public. He will tug them aside from the crowd and kiss and nip at their neck just enough to get them super horny and then will turn and walk off like nothing happened while laughing like a jackass.

He usually used this power for evil, but not always. He has his moments where he can really be a romantic, and when they are making out with him he will pretty often kiss their neck and whisper praise and compliments against it. He really, really does treasure him, and he likes that they don't seem to mind him being as impish as he is. They don't expect him to not be himself, and it's probably his favorite thing about them.

He sometimes genuinely does forget how sensitive their neck is, and will just go in to give them a hug and nuzzle into their neck only to work them up super badly without even meaning to.

They will probably need to learn how to cover up hickeys if they have any sense of shame. Ace certainly doesn't when he's leaving them.

Deuce Spade

He also discovers it accidentally, and when he does so and realizes he's just gotten them super worked up, he apologized profusely. You would almost think he was the one who was getting hot from having his neck kissed.

He is super polite about it. He asks before he kisses their neck every time, and he checks in to make sure they're okay.

That being said, for as polite as he is, he's pretty intense about actually kissing their neck. He really, really likes doing it, and he loves petting his hands through their hair while he mouths at their pulse point and the lean against him. There's just something very attractive about watching them unravel like that.

Deuce's teeth graze against their pulse point, his tongue following shortly to lap at the skin there gently. They squirm under him, but tip their head further back into the support of his palm. He pulls back for a moment, glancing at them to check and make sure they were okay. They take a second to open their eyes, looking a bit dazed at him, and their eyes are blown wide with desire. It was a good look on them.

"Feel good?" He ventures, voice hushed. They swallow thickly, and nod. He smiles at them, affectionate and pleased. "Should I keep going?"

His hands fiddle with the hem of their shirt as he asks. They glance down, and then nod slowly, again.

He takes the permission gratefully, eyes lidding as he licks his lips before leaning back in to get his mouth back on their neck.

Trey Clover

Trey doesn't go for their neck often unless it is in the heat of the moment, so he probably wouldn't discover it until the first time they do sleep together.

I've said before, he isn't a great flirt. What he is good at, though, is showing his interest physically if he knows that he's allowed. He's not the sort of guy who will intentionally rile them up, but he would give them a little signal of his interest in things getting a bit heavier by placing a quick, chaste kiss against their neck or their collarbones. It becomes a sort of secret language for them, albeit a horny one.

In the same vein, he will touch their neck pretty often with his hands too. A lot of the others really focus on their mouths, but Trey will touch the back of their neck as a little gesture of affection. (They might have to tell him to knock it off if they don't like his cold fingers, though!) He also will offer them neck and shoulder rubs if they would like them. It's not like he's trying to get them horny in those cases, it is just a side effect.

He definitely starts to focus on their neck more while they're in the bedroom, since he knows they like it.

Otherwise, thankfully, Trey is pretty sweet about it. He thinks it's kind of a neat thing for them and he definitely would challenge them to find his own erogenous zones if they want to.

Cater Diamond

Cater also has a sensitive neck, so he probably finds out pretty quickly after starting to date them because he likes to fool around and test to see what they like.

He definitely has an oral fixation, so he loves getting his mouth on them. He likes to kiss, suck, lick and bite their neck-- you name it and he loves to do it. He's got sharp canines and loves to leave a mark, so they will have to be good about either covering them up or stopping him before he leaves a mark. He is a bit mischievous so he will leave marks to prank them so long as he knows it won't make them uncomfortable.

He loves to reciprocate-- if they kiss his neck he wants to kiss theirs. It's sort of a competition, actually.

Cater's teeth are sharp where they poke against the side of their neck, and his tongue traces over where he's sucking a hickey into their skin. His hand that's not supporting their jaw is wandering, fingertips dipping under their shirt and skirting across their side.

They get vocal when he gives them hickies and it's like music to his ears. He loves to hear them moan like this, to know how good they're feeling because of him. It turns him on and makes the warm feeling of love and affection well in him. He really wonders if they know how much he treasures them.

He sighs contently, deciding to give them another one, just for good measure. Just so that they think of him when they see it in the mirror tomorrow. And he hopes when they do, they get to feel that same happy feeling that he's feeling right now.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is by far the worst of all of them about having this information. He will absolutely use it to embarrass and tease them.

He already really likes having his arms around them and hugging them from behind while out and about, so expect him to add kissing their neck as a pretty regular thing. And he really doesn't care who's watching when he does it either because he has no shame.

He already has a thing for necks-- something something instinct or something, all he knows is that he likes to bite them. It soothes something inside of him to nip at and bite his partner's neck, so he probably discovered this pretty quickly after starting to date them... at least assuming they didn't makeout before they started dating. If so, he definitely figured it out then.

Because of his instincts, he will often touch their neck without even thinking about it. It's pretty common for him to just... reach up and rest a hand on the back of their neck when they're standing close to each other to let them know he's still there. Or, when they're alone, it's pretty common for him to just... thunk his head right down in the crook of their neck. If they aren't too squirmy, he might even fall asleep there and trap them in their personal version of hell.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is delighted to find out that they have a sensitive neck. He definitely started giggling the first time he stumbled across it and used it to tease them mercilessly.

Keeping up with that thread, he will periodically return to it to fluster them and rile them up.

Ruggie is probably one of the few who wouldn't really make it a go-to thing to get them in the mood. There's plenty of other ways to do it, so it might happen a few times, but it's not one of the ones he will pick first.

Jack Howl

Jack 100% stumbles across it on accident. He wasn't even kissing their neck or anything, he was trying to help brush some of their hair off the back of their neck where it was sticking and they just yelped and glared at him. It takes him a long time to even process what happened, and when he does he apologizes profusely.

Jack is a good boy, so he tries not to touch their neck while they're in public, and only in private if they tell him he's allowed to. He will, again, apologize if he accidentally touches it though.

However, if they tell him he can touch or kiss their neck, he goes a little wild with it. He will scrape his teeth across their skin gently and will lick and kiss at it until they're a writhing mess in his lap.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul takes relationships on his own timeframe, so he discovers their neck is sensitive well into the course of their relationship. He's strictly professional when he's in the public, so they were most definitely alone and preparing for some quality time when he discovers it.

He knows they like having their neck kissed, but he will exploit it to get to heard them ask for it. He doesn't show his hand, but he really likes hearing them voice their want for his attention. It makes him feel desirable.

Azul gently scrapes his teeth along their collarbone where their button down droops open slightly, and he hears the way that they gasp as he skirts teasingly past where he knows that they want him.

"Azul." Their tone is nearly scolding, and Azul can't quite tamp down the grin that rises to his face. He absolutely knows what he's doing, but who would he be to simply give them what they want? After all, he's a businessman and he knows he can leverage this situation to benefit him. To benefit the both of them, even-- selfish he may be in his line of work, but never when it comes to them.

"Did you need something, beloved?" He murmurs against their shoulder.

"You know what I want." They huff.

"I'm afraid I don't. Won't you tell me?" He gives them a coquettish look, batting his eyelashes in the most darling way that he can. They grimace right back at him.

"Would you please kiss my neck already?"

Jade Leech

Jade's style of flirting is definitely an acquired taste, and much like everything else in their relationship, he's kind of a jackass the moment he finds out that they have a sensitive neck. Make no mistake: he will never do something they ask him not to, but within his limits he will push their buttons to see where those lines are drawn exactly.

He will frequently interrupt a normal conversation to touch their neck and kiss at it only to immediately revert back to the topic of conversation as if nothing happened at all.

He probably accidentally leaves a few marks or scratches on their neck thanks to his teeth, though mostly unintentionally unless they as him to bite.

Floyd Leech

Floyd would be pretty excited about learning that their neck is sensitive at first, but would probably pretty quickly get tired of it and move on to something else. For a while, though, he'll be pretty insufferable about it. As in, there's not a day that goes by that his partner doesn't have a new hickey or bite mark on their neck that they have to cover up.

However, they shouldn't let their guard down. Just because he's gotten bored with his teasing doesn't mean he won't remember it at all. He will probably use it to fluster the hell out of them at inopportune times whenever the mood strikes him.

They gasp as Floyd presses an hand next to their head against the wall and leans into their space, grin unsettlingly wide and sharp as he looks down at them. It feels like just as much of a threat as it does a flirt.

"You know, shrimpy, you're looking especially delicious today." They barely have time to process his words before he sinks his teeth into the side of their neck and shoots their brain into the stratosphere. It's not enough to break the skin, but they most certainly are going to have a ring of shark-like teeth marks on the side of their neck. The reasonable part of their brain knows they should be upset at him-- that they're going to have to cover that up or face the scrutiny of their peers for the next week. However, said reasonable part of their brain has checked out for the day.

Floyd laughs against their skin, tongue tracing along the new mark rather possessively. He doesn't even have the decency to look slightly ashamed of himself.

There's a distant call of Floyd's name-- ah, wait, right, they're at his job right now. Floyd pulls back, giving them a rather smug smile, and then turns on his heels and starts walking away.

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I still love you

 Five hargreeves x reader

Requested by @raytoroisgod666

- Part 2 of Do you still... love me?

- slight  cursing, fluff, and some memories

- this was my longest one yet, I’m excited

You woke up to arms around you the following day, you froze, forgetting you forgave your husband, the person hugging you at the moment. You slowly turned your head and slowly let a breath of relief out. You slowly looked at all his features; his face wasn't frowning like usual, he didn't have his usual scowl, and to you, he looked like an average person with no problems on his mind. He looked peaceful, a thing you haven't seen since trying to save his family with all these apocalypses. So you slowly took his hand around your waist and put it on your pillow, which he hugged tight and snuggled to it. So you silently giggled and tiptoed to the kitchen that the small hotel room had. 

You started making coffee just the way Five loves it and a toast with butter for both of you, which you knew that he probably wouldn't eat since it had been a while since he had something on his stomach other than coffee. So you felt hands snaking themselves around your waist, which made you jump a bit, but you knew it was Five. So you turned your head and gave him a small smile, and he kissed you. You turned your head quickly, so he won't see your blush, which he could catch, and laughed lightly. So you playfully rolled your eyes at him and pushed him away lightly so he could drink his coffee.

He gave you a peck on the lips and grabbed his coffee from you while he looked at you. He made you nervous and not in the wrong way but in the butterfly effect. He sipped his coffee and smiled in bliss, knowing full well the coffee you make has never lowered his expectations of you. He knew that in the back of his head, he had to make up to you the way he treated you the whole two weeks for him but a year and weeks for you. He deeply loves you; for him, it was hard to express it when all he could worry about at that moment was saving his family and you. 

He grabbed the piece of toast you offered him and smiled in gratitude. He then asked if you wanted to get ready to catch up with his family, to which you nodded, and he spatial jumped, which took you by surprise, thinking he would stay with you for a little longer. You shook your head, considering that the affection he promised you wasn't going to last; you started walking to your room, wanting to shower and stay in bed, when you heard another spatial jump and Five calling out to you. So you turned to him and blinked at what he had in his hands.

Clothes for you and him, and he probably left to get you guys clothes to change. You walked up to him, grabbed half the clothing, went to the room, and lay them down. He had brought you a navy blue dress to match the blue plaid shirt he had got for himself. You smiled gleefully and hugged him while you walked to the shower. You stopped midway and looked at him.

"Are you going to be joining me, Mr. Hargreeves?" You said while looking at your husband with a shy smile. Five's eyes widened, but he smirked, looking at you up and down.

"I wouldn't refuse you, Mrs. Hargreeves." Five said while walking where you were and closing the door so both of you could shower.

                                          TIME SKIP

Five was holding your hand while he walked you to where his brothers were; your figure walking next to him, holding his hand with gentleness. You waved at your brothers-in-law, which was only Diego and Klaus. 

"That little delinquent is your son?" Klaus asked Diego. You turned to see who they were pointing at; a boy no older than probably 12 was eating the food the buffet had in store.

 "Allegedly, my son," Diego said while looking at his supposed kid. Klaus noticed you and Five walking up to them and ran to give you a hug making you lose your grip on Five, that was holding his hand. Five rolled his eyes and pried you away from his brother, not before glaring at him. Diego looked at you, and then he looked at Five.

"So I believe you both made up with the noticeable hickeys you guys have matching," Diego said while smirking at both. You blushed and hid your face with Five's shoulders while Five smirked and nodded his head as if saying yes, you both made up, little by little. You decided not to listen to their conversation and walked to your nephew. You silently sat down next to him, and he just stared at you. 

"Are you by any chance Die- uhh, I mean my dad's sister?" The boy asked, and you shook your head. You introduced yourselves to each other, knowing Stanley's name, and you told him your name. You warmed up to Stanley and knowing you were an aunt, you felt giddy inside. Five looked at you and Stanley and felt slight jealousy bubbling at the pit of his stomach. He knew he was just a kid; you were way older than Stanley was, but you were in your young adult body, and so was he; his hormones raged even when you guys released each other's pleasure not too long ago.

Five stopped his conversation with his siblings and walked to you and Stanley. Stanley stopped the conversation and looked up at your husband. You looked at Stan confused, not knowing why he stopped the conversation mid-sentence until you saw he was looking up. So you turned around and saw your husband glaring at Stan; you stood up and grabbed Five so he could turn to you. Once he did, you gave him a peck on the lips and smiled at him.

"Honey, your jealousy is showing, and Stan is just a kid. I mean, look at him," You then mumble for him to hear, "We should have one too." Five's eyes widened, and he looked at you. You turned to him, and he looked like he wasn't breathing. So you giggled and walked away to Klaus, who looked like he was waiting for your husband. Klaus then started to explain what happened not too long ago, Vanya now goes as Viktor, and Five agreed to go on a trip with him and was going to take you with him.

You told him to wait for you so you could pack some snacks and drinks for the way. You grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb so he could finally leave the hotel; you hoped Chet wouldn't mind you taking his dog out to see the world. At the same time, you were heading to who knows where; you zoned out the brothers and looked outside from the window. It's been a while since you decided to let your mind run free. Five has been a great husband since he promised he wouldn't hurt you emotionally. 

"This isn't so terrible." Your husband said while also looking at his surrounding that he was seeing while Klaus was driving, a slight smile on his face.

 "See? I told you." Klaus responded to your husband. You didn't hear what your husband said next, but you did see when he pulled a map of the united states out.

"Oh! Uh... All right! So, I've circled all the roadside attractions along the way." Five said, and you leaned in to see what type of roadside attractions he circled. You saw he circled Disneyland with a heart, which you knew wasn't a roadside attraction but more like an actual trip to experience, which made you remember a memory.

"Honey, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you like to go?" Your husband asked you while you were getting ready to sleep, unbraiding your hair; you looked at your husband and thought about it.

"I would love to go to Disneyland, eat the delicious food and get matching mouse ears with you, but in general, being with you." You said while thinking about it. Five lightly laughed at your smile and grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer to him while all you did was laugh blissfully.

You smiled at the beautiful memory and leaned to Five; he turned his head to you, thinking you were going to ask him a question, but all you did was kiss him deeply and leaned back in your seat. Five froze for a second, forgetting how your lips felt on his for a second. 

"Y/N... every time I see your smile and eyes, I fall in love all over again with you." Five said with such a lovestruck face; you blushed and giggled. 

"I'm not sure we're gonna have time..." Klaus interrupted your beautiful moment with Five.

"We have the Brownsville Big Nickel. Oh, Ricky's Bakery has award-winning pies." So five turned to look at his map and ignored what Klaus was trying to say to both of you.

 "If you just let me explain..." Klaus tried to say, but again, your husband was ignoring him or not wholly listening to him.

"Or there's this Cow Henge." Five, yet again, said while looking at you, knowing you like animals, which you smiled and nodded with your head.

"That's it-- Don't-- Listen to me. Just shut up for two seconds, okay? Just two seconds?" Klaus finally said out loud, which made you and your husband get quiet while looking at your brother-in-law.

"All right? Okay, I'm all ears." Your husband said sarcastically.

 You decided to zone them out, since it looked like they were going to start arguing about this trip.

"Ball of Twine? Klaus, turn! Ball of Twine! Turn!" You zone back when your husband exclaims and starts turning the steering wheel. Then, you grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb with tight hands so he wouldn't go flying.

"What? Five! Five!" Klaus shrieked, trying to get control of the steering wheel that Five had a tight grip on.

"It is one of the best ones! Come on!" Five screamed at his brother, not caring that moving the steering wheel could cause an accident.

"Five, we're gonna die! Whoo!" Klaus screamed at him, scared of how your husband was acting just to see a stupid ball of yarn.

"I don't care! Let go! You know what? No twine, no birth mother!" Your husband said the last words, which made Klaus finally give up and head to the ball of twine that your husband so desperately wanted to see.

When you finally got to the ball of twine, your husband and brother-in-law got off and looked like they were having a weird bonding moment which you didn't want to interrupt. So you decided to get Mr.P's leash and walk around with him. You started walking so he could do his business, once he was done, Five called out to you, and you started walking up to him.

"What's wrong, miele? Are we leaving?" You asked your Italian nickname for him coming out. He smirked at you and told you that we were heading to Klaus's birthplace, or so he says.

Once leaving Klaus at the place (it turns out he was Amish, which didn't take you by surprise), Five drove all three of you guys to the cow henge behind the Amish place we just left Klaus in. You got out of the car and looked at all the cows around you. It made you remember another memory you had with Five.

You were sitting in your vanity mirror, getting ready for a date that Five asked you. You thought about something until you decided to say something to your husband. "Tesoro?" You said you saw Five turns to you from the corner of your eyes while he was putting on his tie. "When we save your family from the apocalypse, and we get to live normal lives, where would you like to live?" Five stopped trying to do his tie, knowing damn well you always made it for him, and when he was a child, his mom always did it for him.

"I see myself living in a one-story house with two bedrooms and a big yard, maybe some animals knowing you will love to have a whole zoo." He lightly laughed while you giggled, knowing he was right about your love of animals. So you got up, walked to him, and did his tie while he just kissed your forehead.

You smile at the memory fondly and walk up to him. You pulled him from the car since all he was doing was lying in the car and singing. 

"Dance with me, Hargreeves." You said while holding his hands. He laughed and looked at you with so much love and adoration. You knew that he loved you. So you decided to forgive him. He will always be there for you. That's how you both stayed in each other's arms, dancing slowly to the music playing in the car.

Complete in love once again.