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couragemydearheart · 3 months

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𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n: *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in!

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him.

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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sweetenerobert · 7 months

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EACH OTHER'S TEMPTATIONS

dom!joel miller x dad!male reader

genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: an affair between a married man and a single father that hadn’t been together since his wife came back and each passing moment, they eventually ended back in each others arms

warnings: strong language, infidelity, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, oral, pet names, riding, creampies, kissing, dom! joel into sub!joel ;), low-key inspired by porn; taking a page out of @/psychedelic-ink’s book!

word count: 963 words (i went overboard . . . again ;p)

a/n: soooo. i was reading @/gracieispunk HBF story and i thought of this little draft so i had to give you guys something considering i haven’t been writing anything for so long and losing motivation for anything. (but somehow had motivation for this) I just wanted to give you guys this! This is supposed to be a drabble, so it doesn't exist in the drunken series !

“Hey, Sarah? Have you seen your father?” Adaline asks.

Sarah shakes her head in disagreement, holding a thin line on her lips. “No, I haven't seen him.

Panting, moans, and smacks were radiating from your bedroom. Holding your headboard, Joel’s cock was jackhammering your ass — while Joel had laid still. Hearing your cries leaving your lips was Joel’s ecstasy. Joel’s hands on your hips were melted on your skin.

Your ass slapping against his thighs, Joel’s face had lust and determination spilling from his mouth with his grunts and low-sounding moans. He couldn't keep himself away from you. He yearned for you ever since Adaline came back home.

Attempts to keep your distance from each other failed when Joel found himself knocking on your door.

With Joel’s cock buried inside you and you moaning his name.

“Joel! JOEL!” You moan.

“Sl-slow down a bit, city boy,” Joel breathed. “I won't last long if you go so fast from the start.”

“I-I can't help it, Joel. I just missed having your monster-sized dick inside me so fucking much!” You panted. “I’m going crazy!”

“I know, just calm down for a second, city boy!”

You stopped, and Joel brought your face closer to his, and your lips melted together in an electrifying kiss.

“Are you going to punish me if I don't, Mr. Miller?” You question.

Joel has this look of rage for a split second but he gets rid of it before you can even notice.

“You asked for it, city boy!” Joel grunted. Bring your body closer to his; Joel’s hips have a mind of their own as his cock is deeper inside you. You can't help but grab the pillows he was lying on and almost rip the fabric.

“Oh Yes, Joel! Punish me, teach me a lesson!” You moaned.

“Fuck! Please fuck me harder!”

Joel had rolled you to lay you on your back and slid his cock slowly inside you. You were looking into each other eyes. Joel’s hands were branding your inner thighs as he stared at you. “You have no idea how much I missed you, city boy,” Joel confessed.

“I missed you too.” Joel leaned down and kissed you. You could feel Joel’s smile in between kisses, and it caused you to smile. You could feel the scruff of his beard under your finger tips.

Joel rested his forehead on top of yours. His eyes darken as his hips rock into you. Your moans bounce off Joel’s smirk on his face. Your hands reach his back; his back muscles clench under your touch. His face turns into a look of frustration and concentration. Joel clenches his teeth and starts rocking his hips faster into you. Your moans bounce off the walls in your room.

Joel’s grunts are music to your ears. You missed how he sounded, how his dick was the only one that could make you moan this much. Getting away from Joel was one of the hardest things you’ve had to do in a long time.

“Your pussy, misses my cock so much, city boy. It remembers the shape so well,” Joel smirked.

“You feel so good! I can't even think straight anymore!” You grit.

“Baby, I need to cum inside you again. I miss that so pussy, so bad,” Joel whined. You kiss Joel, and his hips speed up — your moans bounce in his mouth. His lips travel down your jaw onto your neck. Your moans become blissful with every kiss planted on your neck.

Joel’s cock slips out of you, and you both chuckle lightly. Joel kisses you softly, and you can't help but smile.

“Fuck it,” You mutter.

You flip Joel to be on his back and hover your ass. You slide your ass down to the base of his cock. You hiss in pain, but quickly, pain turns into pleasure.

“Ba-baby, I what are you doing?” Joel asks, dumbfounded.

“I can't take it anymore, I need your cum, Joel. I need it,” You grit, bouncing up and down his cock.

Joel’s hands and yours were intertwined, and you firmly placed them next to his head. You were going fast, and you knew it. You could feel Joel’s cock pulsate deep inside you — you knew he would cum soon.

“Fuck — baby.” Joel whimper. “You're gonna make me cum soon!”

“Please, Joel,” You state, bouncing your ass faster. “I want your it so bad.”

“Gimmie access to my hands, and I’ll give you what you want,” Joel smirked.

You shook your head. “I can't. I can feel your cock twitch inside me — I think I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on me, baby. Do what you have to do,” Joel commanded.

Your pace goes faster as you see strings of cum string along Joel’s chest. Your grip on his hands loosens, and he doesn't waste time grabbing your hands and drilling his cock inside you.

“You want my cum, city boy? I’m going to give it to you!” Joel exclaimed.

Your hands find his broad shoulders. Your moans reach Joel’s ear while his grunts get yours.

“Oh god, baby. I’m gonna cum deep inside your pussy!” Joel exclaimed.

With one final thrust, Joel’s cock twitched inside you, and groans escaped his lips. You collapse on Joel’s hardened — cum covered chest. You and Joel are both covered in sweat, cum, and lust and are both panting heavily. You missed the adrenaline rush that you used to get after Joel fucked you. You look at Joel with a smile, and Joel smiles at you.

“I need to shower, city boy. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I could shower.”

The smile on Joel’s face became a shit-eating grin you hadn't seen in a long time. “Okay, let’s get going.”

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller #pedro pascal x male reader #joel the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #forbidden romance #joel fucks!#joel miller x reader #x male reader #this is filth #joel miller one shot #joel tlou

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lunarw0rks · 8 months

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hey, love your writing!!! i was wondering if you would do a drabble of kyle garrick x y/n where y/n is a member of the 141 and they are trying to keep their relationship a secret, and just kind of fluffy shenanigans sneaking around lol

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ secretrelationship!gaz // hcs

A/N: gaz brainrot hours (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) i love him :)

『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box Warning(s): sfw, slightly suggestive, co-workers to lovers, mild injury mention, fluff, 141!reader, gn!reader // Word Count: 984

SYNOPSIS; trying (sometimes failing) to conceal your less-than-platonic relationship with Sergeant Garrick :3

THE FIRST LOOK;

─── the definition of a meet-cute... or as cute as it can be on an active base. It was impossible to not be drawn to him; the youngest member there, sitting in the corner of the briefing room with Soap talking his ear off. After minutes of shifting awkwardly and finding solace in eye contact with Gaz, the chatty Sergeant finally walked away.

♦ His eyes finally raised from his desk, locking his gaze with yours. Despite his off-putting scowl, his umber eyes glued to you, and only you. At the very least, he knew he would have a good friend, though he was already picturing more.

♦ For a man so collected, he felt his chest tighten. "Sergeant... Garrick, is it?" You sat in the chair beside him, giving a look of warmness and disquiet combined. He remembered that feeling; the overwhelming atmosphere of a crowded compound, the tireless workload, and all the new faces and titles to memorize.

『 "Kyle, unofficially. And you?" 』

ON-DUTY TOGETHER;

─── more of them should've caught on. requesting the same hours for guard duty as an excuse to stand beside each other. the odds were in your favor, for the most part, because most of them thought nothing of it. you two were just... close "co-workers" who never ran out of things to talk about or tease each other over.

♦ "Aren't you supposed to be watching that hill, Sergeant?" You huffed, lowering your binoculars. He was watching the hill — but only when you caught him staring at you. It had only been a few weeks and the endless chatter had turned more into borderline flirting, if not full-on pursuit of the other.

♦ He shook his head, now refusing to give you the satisfaction of catching him again. "I am watching the hill, mate, since you're so concerned." He replied, pressing his lips into a slight pout. The blazing sun engulfed his tan complexion, somehow looking more fetching than ever before.

♦ You couldn't handle walking on eggshells much longer, otherwise you'd begin to think he had a violent distaste for your personality. Perhaps it was sleep-deprivation, or the fact that you had spent so many hours with him, but you finally addressed the elephant in the watch tower;

『 "Hm, is that all I am? Your mate?" 』

LATE NIGHTS;

─── taking into account the unrelenting humorlessness of your profession, lights out became the golden hours between you and gaz. besides, there were fewer prying eyes, therefore less concern about getting caught.

♦ Kyle made a habit of entering your quarters abruptly, usually with a mound of snacks in hand. "It's only nine and you're in bed? Swear you're an eighty-year-old at heart, love." One of your favorite candies had been chucked at your head, shattering any semblance of relaxation you had. By now, you had gotten used to this.

♦ He was the embodiment of a snack dispenser in the disguise of a co-worker. Even worse when you would attempt cutting back on the junk food. Ironic, considering how fit he was — though you could attribute that Gaz hitting the genetic lottery (looks and health-wise, no matter how much food he packed away).

♦ Hours of talking could pass, and you wouldn't notice until you glanced at the digital clock. In your defense, you were getting several hours of gossip out in one sitting. It's not easy to work with the one person you want to talk to, yet, be unable to speak to them until after-hours.

『 "I think Soap's onto us. Keeps starin' at me whenever you're around, trying to make me slip up and mention you." 』

IN TOO DEEP;

─── even after several months of secrecy, of petty arguments, of varying conversations — you had never been so upset at him. Until now, when he knew the risks and proceeded regardless. Entering hostile territory after evac, purely to sweep for innocents once more, and disobeying orders while doing it.

♦ Before Price could get a word in, you were in his face. For the first time, you had stunned your co-workers into silence. "What the hell is wrong with you? Look at yourself, Gaz." You motioned toward the gash on his forehead. Then, your attention turned toward the bullet absorbed by his vest, one that could've been the end of him if the hostile had been more accurate.

♦ "You could've been killed." No matter how hard you tried to contain the tremble in your voice, you couldn't. It was evident, practically palpable to the rest of them.

♦ His self-righteousness would be the death of you. Endearing, but made your heart stop every time. "Just a couple bruises. And this?" He pointed toward the scrapes on his face. "I've gotten worse from you." Kyle gave you a subtle wink, one the others wouldn't have seen.

♦ You collected yourself and turned on your heels, still under the watchful eye of the rest of them. At the sudden realization of how much they had seen, you stepped out of Price's way, "Sir." The captain sighed, giving you a nod to ease your anxieties. He knew something was up, but never had solid proof until now.

♦ And Soap? He barely contained his smirk — shifting his gaze from you to Kyle, who only returned the favor by sneering at the Scot. Had you blown the secret entirely? That was up for debate. But they were certainly suspicious.

♦ After he exited the med bay, now with a few bandages and a bruised ego courtesy of your wrath, you caught up to him. To keep appearances, you walked parallel to him while keeping your eyes ahead.

♦ But this wasn't done. Your boyfriend doesn't just almost die and go without penance. At least... your way of penance ;)

『 "This isn't over, Sergeant. You'll see, tonight." 』

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ divider cred. - cafekitsune

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hairstevington · 7 months

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Daily Drabble, 10/11/23

Prompt: "different first meeting"

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Steve wakes up on his graduation day and he isn't happy about it. Then, he wakes up on his graduation day again, and again, and again....

WC: 2K

Warnings: Time loop, Steve is a Sad Boi, drinking/smoking

A/N: This is far too long to be considered a drabble but I just had to write it once I thought of it. Inspired by a post @spoookysix made that I will link here.

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Steve woke up on the day of his high school graduation and was already over it.

He’d lost Nancy. He didn’t get into any colleges. Sure, he and Dustin had gotten closer, but it’s not like it made him feel cool to be hanging out with a 13 year old. He’d stopped hanging out with most of his friends - which he knew was a good thing, but it did mean he was alone a lot of the time, and that was something he wasn’t used to. Girls still liked him, but he was nowhere near top dog anymore.

Whatever. It was time to graduate and say goodbye to Hawkins High forever.

He got dressed. Listened to his parents somehow talk about how they were both proud and disappointed in him. Drove to school. Waited in line. Sat in the seats. Listened to the speeches. Walked the stage. Went to a party. Got drunk. There was a sadness to all of it. An emptiness. A loss.

He woke up the next day to a pounding on his door.

“Are you almost ready?” his dad called. “You’re supposed to be at the school in twenty minutes, son.”

Steve looked at the clock, confused, and although he didn’t understand why he had to get up, he did so. He was still half asleep when he put a shirt on and headed downstairs, only to find his parents waiting for him, in the same outfits they’d been wearing the day before.

“Please tell me you won’t be wearing that, honey,” his mom warned through thin lips.

“Well, if it will be covered by the robe…” his father noted, checking his watch.

Steve stared at them, confused. He figured it had to have been a dream of sorts, so he just…went along with it. Put on his graduation outfit. Went through the motions of driving to school, waiting in line, sitting in the auditorium. He didn’t go to the party this time - instead, he just went home.

Then, he woke up again. Got dressed. Freaked out when his parents gave him the same speech about the responsibilities of adulthood. Drove to school. Tried to tell someone what was going on, but sounded even crazier. Went to the party. Got drunk. Got so drunk that he passed out somewhere (he was pretty sure he ended up in a bush).

He woke up again in his bed, and that’s when he realized what was going on.

Oh, shit.

It felt incredibly emasculating to go to a thirteen year old boy for a problem like this, but Steve wasn’t sure who else to turn to.

“Steve!” Dustin said when he opened his front door. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it graduation day?” Steve groaned.

“Dude, that’s the problem,” he explained. “I’ve graduated three times already.”

And so, he told Dustin what was going on, and thankfully, the dipshit believed him. Dustin said that Steve must have been caught in something called a “time loop,” whatever that meant, and theorized that Steve had to learn something or do something a certain way to break out of it.

“So, what do I have to learn or do?” he asked, frantically. Dustin shrugged.

“I dunno. You’ll have to figure that part out.”

Steve sighed. This was a total nightmare.

He lived the loop a few more times. His first attempt and breaking from it was trying to be a better person - righting his wrongs, basically. He brought people coffee. He gave money to someone asking for it on the street. He cheered at every single name called.

When that didn’t work, he tried to right specific wrongs. He stood up to his parents. He apologized to Jonathan. He had a heart to heart with Nancy. These were huge conversations he’d put off for far too long, and they neither made him feel better nor broke him from the stupid time loop.

So then, he just started having fun with it. He danced across the stage when he got his diploma. He talked to different people at the party every night and listened to their stories. When all the pressure was off him of any consequences, that’s when he started to finally feel less stressed about his situation.

There was only one person left at the party he hadn’t really talked to - this guy everyone called the school Freak - Eddie Munson, who was always somewhere in the background waiting to be summoned for drug deals. Steve found Eddie to be abrasive and a bit intimidating. He figured they’d hate each other, so he never tried to talk to him.

But this was a time loop, so why the hell not?

“Hey,” Steve said, leaning against the wall where Eddie was. Eddie broke from people-watching as he’d been doing to stare at Steve in confusion.

“Uh…hi??” he responded. Steve laughed.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m -”

“King Steve, yeah I know who you are,” Eddie replied. Steve raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.

“Not so much a King anymore, but yeah,” he said. “I didn’t see you at graduation today.”

“That’s because I didn’t graduate.”

Steve didn’t understand at first. He thought that he’d had Eddie’s grade level wrong or something, but no. He was pretty sure Eddie had already repeated senior year once, which meant -

Oh. Oh, shit.

“That blows,” Steve told him. Eddie shrugged.

“Yeah,” he said. “Today is kinda shit.”

“Tell me about it.”

The boys both continued leaning with their backs to the wall and watched everybody else. They were all so…happy and free.

“What do you have to complain about, Harrington?” Eddie asked, a slight annoyance to his voice. “And why are you over here with me, anyway? You should be with them. That’s where you belong.” Steve shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t belong there,” he said. “Honestly, I have no idea where I fit in anymore.”

There was another silence as they both wondered where to take the conversation from there. Eventually, Steve left the party and went home, only to wake up in bed again.

He skipped graduation this time and drove to Indianapolis instead. His parents would give him hell, but only if for whatever reason his decision broke the loop.

It didn’t. He woke up in bed, as usual.

He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he found himself driving to Eddie’s trailer. He knew where he lived - everyone knew he was at the trailer park - and it wasn’t hard to find his specific trailer thanks to the beat up van parked in front of it.

Steve knocked on the door. Eddie opened it a minute later, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Uhh…hi?” Eddie said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Steve smirked at the way his greeting hadn’t changed. “Why aren’t you at graduation?”

“Why aren’t you?” he shot back. It was a risky joke, but it paid off. Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, touché. Come in I guess.” Steve followed Eddie into the trailer. It looked exactly how he’d expected it to look. Tommy had described the place a few times after he’d bought weed from Eddie. “So, can I interest you in any drugs, my liege?”

“I told you, I’m not -” Steve stopped himself, realizing that Eddie wouldn’t have remembered that conversation. Eddie waited with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think I’m above you or anything, honest to God. At least, not anymore.”

“What changed?” Eddie asked. Steve shrugged.

“Everything.”

It was still slightly awkward between them. It felt almost as if something was being left unsaid. Like Steve was forgetting something, or that Eddie had a secret, too. But he was too out of it to care, really. Steve bought some weed and headed out.

He then proceeded to go to the quarry and smoke all of it. He was still incredibly stoned by the time he passed out. Waking up in his bed was the most sobering feeling he’d ever experienced.

This time, he didn’t go to graduation, but he still went to the party. And he got drunk - VERY drunk.

When he woke up, his memories from the night before were fuzzy. He was pretty sure he kissed someone. He also was pretty sure he spilled his guts - metaphorically and literally - but he couldn’t for the life of him remember anything else.

He checked the clock. Good thing none of his actions had any long term consequences, right?

He wasn’t sure why, but this loop he decided to play along. He was a good son. He wore the shirt his mother bought him and he still cheered for every name.

Then, they got to the H’s. Tommy was grinning as he always did, eager to graduate. He’d still remained both popular and an asshole. He also happened to be right before Steve’s name in the alphabet.

That was another messed up thing about graduation. The order of it all - Hagan, Hargrove, Harrington. Steve had to hear people screaming their heads off over his enemies, and then hear the excitement die down for his own name.

“Steve Harrington.”

Steve heard the clapping and froze. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t walk the stage.

Then, the clapping was replaced with sounds of confusion. Then laughter. None of which had ever happened before. Steve looked up to find that someone had climbed onto the stage and was now being chased around by faculty.

Someone with long brown curly hair and tattoos.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. Eddie had completely disrupted the ceremony, and now everything was out of control. Students were being rushed off the stage and back to their seats. Eddie was screaming curses and hailing Satan. And then, suddenly, he was making his way toward Steve. His eyes widened as Eddie grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him out of the auditorium.

“Dude, what the - what the hell? How did you -? Why-?”

“They’re gaining on us, come on!” Eddie replied, encouraging Steve to run faster. Steve stripped off his robe and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, and then the weirdest thing happened.

He started laughing. He felt free.

He ran with Eddie all the way to the beat-up van parked in the lot, and then he found himself climbing into the passenger seat and cheering when Eddie sped away.

Steve smiled as he caught his breath, then looked to see Eddie looking exactly the same.

“Eddie, what are you -”

“I’ve been reliving this goddamn shitstorm day for god knows how long,” Eddie confessed. “Do you know how shitty it feels to have to wake up every morning and know that all your friends are graduating without you? Of course you don’t, because you actually graduated. But, you do know how it feels to wake up every day and feel shitty that your life sucks, so…”

“Wait, what?!” Steve responded, aghast. “How did you know that?” Eddie clicked his tongue to his teeth.

“You don’t remember much from last night, huh?” he asked, still driving down the road. “Or, this night I guess.”

Steve thought about it, and like a vision it all came back to him. He was drunk, he stumbled over to Eddie, and he told him - he told him -

Oh, shit. Steve told Eddie everything. Like, down to the Nancy stuff and the parents stuff and of course the time loop stuff. He might have even let the Upside Down shit slip too. Steve shook his head, still processing all of it.

“So you’re telling me that -”

“I’m stuck in the time loop with you, Big Boy,” Eddie said. “So, I say we have some fun with it.”

It took Steve about five seconds to relax into the idea, but once he did, he was down completely.

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “What do you have in mind?”

Eddie grinned, then floored it until they were speeding through the town that Steve had come to hate.

Steve fumbled with the hem of his shirt when it occurred to him that he still suspected he’d kissed someone at the party, and he was pretty certain he knew who it was.

He would have asked about it, but he decided to save it for later.

He and Eddie had all day together. They’d get to it eventually.

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jaeminri · 1 year

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synopsis. everyday, no doubt do you make your way to the café ten minutes away from your school and all because you noticed the cute barista behind the counter three months ago. and everyday, you pray he notices you too.

pairing. jungwon x f!reader

genre. fluff, college au, barista au, unknown mutual pining, strangers to lovers, sunghoons bi in this lol

word count. 2.8k

warnings. none! other than the fact the amt of fluff in this is so sickening u'll nvr c me write it ever again

notes. that one en-oclock ep! n the fact that i just love barista aus and yang jungwon. this was meant to be a drabble oops

“Again? You've been ditching us for almost two weeks now!” Your friend whines.

With a sheepish smile, you hurriedly stuff your books into your bag, carrying some that couldn't fit in. “Sorry Yujin, but this event's really important so I have to be there!” You lie, tidying up your hair before waving bye to your friends and rushing out of the lecture room. You honestly aren't in a rush, but the excitement pumping through you made you feel like it. There is no event, but you feel like if you tell your friends the truth, they'd beg to tag along.

Just before you exit school, you quickly check on your appearance in the reflection of the glass doors, dabbing on some more of the lip tint that had rubbed off since morning and curling your lashes just a little more. People stare as they walk pass, but really, who cares? Then with fast steps, you make your way down left of your school.

It takes less than ten minutes for you to arrive at Whiskers. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. You're nervous, you always are. You pull down on your sweater to calm yourself, straightening it as you heave a sigh and walk into the café. The bell chimes loudly and immediately, the fragrant aroma of coffee beans hit your nostrils and there is a tinge of sour lemon smell today. You figured you could have a slice of cake too. From the counter, cheerful voices of “welcome” echo in your ear and you turn to smile at the employees whom you've familiarized yourself with.

Your eyes wander about the café for a brief moment, then with a much more relaxed heart, you approach the employee behind counter, “Hi. Can I get—”

“An iced americano and a slice of lemon cake?” The boy behind the register finishes for you, a knowing grin plastered on his face.

Nodding as you fish out some paper bills to pay, you laugh, “Do I come that often? You even remember my order now, Sunoo.” The latter tears the receipt from the machine and hands it to you, replying, “Yes Y/N, you come almost six out of seven days every week. Do you really think I wouldn't already remember your order by now?”

“I suppose so.”

“Exactly. And it isn't even just me, you know? Sunghoon and Riki remembers it all too.”

“Wow, I must be your favorite customer,” you joke.

Sunoo scrunches his nose with a shake of his head, “Yeah, no. When you're around, we try to stay away from you. You're actually one of the customers we avoid most.”

“Hey—”

“I'm kidding!” He laughs, “Go take a seat, I'll bring your order to you.” You do as told, finding the usual seat that gives you a view of the nature outside. It's autumn — almost winter — and as much as you hate the cold, you somehow still find yourself always taking a ten minute walk here, to Whiskers, just to have an iced americano that you can find at the Starbucks right beside your school.

There was only one reason for your doing, though.

As you let your eyes drift back into the café behind the counter, you finally spot him. The sole reason for you being here almost 24/7 for the past few months ; Yang Jungwon.

He's being pushed around by his friends, whom you know are Sunghoon, Jay and Riki. They're laughing and blabbering about something that makes Jungwon's ears go red as he shakes his head in a persistent manner. He seems flustered, you think, at whatever they were telling him. Whatever it was, it made you smile to yourself as you looked out again.

Yang Jungwon was simply a boy who worked at Whiskers. You had only noticed him one night after you had dozed off doing your assignment. It was embarrassing, really, and you thought he'd get annoyed like any normal café employee would, but he didn't.

Instead, Yang Jungwon (apparently) had let you sleep all the way till 10pm, 30 minutes after the closing time. You had awoke with drowsy eyes, slight drool gathering at the corner of your lips, slow to process your surroundings. The café was already dim, the only light on was the one at the counter where Jungwon sat. You had apologized profusely, packing your things in a hurry out of embarrassment. The boy, with no sight of anger or annoyance, told you to calm down and even offered to walk you home because it was late. While it was sweet of him, you had turned him down, already feeling burdened and apologetic. And without even saying anything else to him, you practically dashed out.

That was pretty much your first and last interaction with Yang Jungwon. Yet, when you had got home, laid in bed and replayed the events in your head, you realized the boy who sat underneath the dim lights of the café was so fucking gorgeous. He had a gentle grin, dimples so deep you could pour water in them and it would stay, and eyes so bright like they had stars in it. It made you giddy and you wanted to see him again.

So you did (and that's all you really, actually did).

The visitations to the café leading up consisted of you conversing with mostly Sunoo and sometimes another employee, (who wasn't working today) Heeseung. Other than that, all you ever did was sit at a corner and sneak glances at the cat-alike boy. You couldn't bring yourself to apologize or interact with him, and it seemed like he wasn't interested in doing so with you either. It seemed as if he was avoiding you every time you came in, or maybe he had simply forgotten about you. As discouraged as you were, you didn't force anything else. And today seemed to be no different, seeing as how it was Sunoo who took your order and also prepared it.

Hence, just like any other day, you pull out your books and laptop and begin on your almost due assignments. You do so until your order is served by Sunoo, as usual.

“Hello, here's your iced americano and your lemon cake.”

Eyes never leaving your laptop screen, you smile at Sunoo and nod, “Thanks, Sunoo.” There is a moment of silence and only then, do you notice that Sunoo still hasn't left your table, so you look up.

“Did you need...” Your eyes meet big wide ones, and your words trail off, “...something...”

Jungwon chuckles, “No, not really. And I'm not Sunoo, you know.” He says it like you don't know him, but you do. Why wouldn't you? You just assumed it was the other male because it had always been him and you thought today was no different.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say.

“Oh?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I mean, I know.”

Jungwon has a teasing grin on his lips, as he scratches the back of his head, “You know? So you know me?” You realise how creepy you actually sound.

You blank out.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?” You repeat.

He knows my name?

By now, Jungwon has a confused expression on his face. He rubs his neck, stifling a slight chuckle, “Are you okay, Y/N? You seem... almost out of it?” His sentence ends like a question, as if he isn't sure himself either. You feel heat creep up to your neck and cheeks, because God, could you embarrass yourself any more than this?

“Sorry, I'm okay. I'm just,” you pause, trying to form a sentence, “just shocked. How—How do you know my name?” Your question slips out with no hesitation and you slap your mouth at that. You suppose it's okay though, 'cause Jungwon laughs, dimples making an appearance again.

He is so cute, what the heck, you think.

“I mean, you come almost everyday. It would be more odd if I didn't know your name, right?”

“Oh... yeah, right.” That was what Sunoo said too, though he didn't mention anything about Yang Jungwon.

He noticed. He noticed your presence every time you were here. You didn't know if that was good or bad because on one hand it really flattered you — you came here for him anyway — but on the other, it was embarrassing because then, he basically remembers that night.

“Uhm, actually,” Jungwon's voice brings you back to reality again, “I was wondering, if you wanted to go out some time. To get to know each other?”

What.

You stare up at Jungwon blankly, and he does the same to you, except his face is flushed and his cute as hell eyes are staring back at you widely. You can't seem to process anything. Your mind is empty, heart pounding, throat dry.

Did Jungwon just ask me out? Yang Jungwon?

Even as you watch his expression drop, you can't seem to get any words out. Only when he starts to take a step back to turn around and apologize for “bothering you”, do you say something.

“Wait!” Your voice is louder than you want it to be.

Jungwon gazes at you, expectant.

“I—sorry, I just...” You trail off and his wide eyes droop again, and you realize just how disappointing your words sound. “No, I mean, I'm not sorry. I'm just,” Your head is a mess. Because you simply cannot process the fact that Yang Jungwon — the boy you've basically been pining for for about two months — is asking you out. Like how? When? Why?

“You don't have to force yourself, Y/N. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

You stop Jungwon from completing his sentence, “No! I-I swear I'm not forcing myself. I would love to go out some time. I just, am really nervous right now so I can't think. I mean I've noticed you for the longest time like since that night, you know? The falling asleep incident? Yeah, that. And I've always wanted to talk to you and just apologize but I couldn't gather my courage. So I just came everyday in hopes that I would be able to one day. And now that y-you're here talking to me, I cannot—”

“Y/N,” Jungwon calls softly, “breathe.” His words make you notice that you are rambling and only then do you inhale fully. He's laughing a little now, less tense and more relieved. It makes you feel better too. He clears his throat, glances back at the counter where his friends are watching and then looks back at you.

“Now, I would talk more but I have to get back to work,” he says with a grin, tilting his head cutely, “Would you, wait for me? 'Till after my shift?” And the way he looks, God, how could you say no? So you nod silently with a small beam and he nods back. As he walks back to the counter, you can see his friends chuckling and teasing him for his red ears and cheeks.

You know you look the same, yet somehow, you don't feel embarrassed.

BONUS POV:

When the bell of the café chimes, it's an automatic reaction for all employees to welcome the customers. Even as Jungwon is busy restocking goods in the storage room, he still mumbles a “Welcome”. And even from inside, he can hear his friends making a ruckus from the counter. Something along the lines of, “Oh my God” and “Holy shit” and a very loud laugh, most likely coming from Sunghoon. He is almost done with his last pack of coffee beans when suddenly, Jay and Riki dashes in, chuckling and pushing each other. Jungwon sighs, “What is it? You guys are really noisy, you know? You're disturbing the customers.”

“No, Jungwon. You,” Riki laughs breathlessly, glancing at Jay then back at him, “you should come out and see this.”

“See what?”

Jay rolls his eyes, before urging him to the door of the storage room, “Just go out. I'll do the stocking up.”

Confused, Jungwon follows the Japanese boy, who has a suspicious grin on his face. He walks to the counter and looks at Sunghoon who stands beside the coffee machine, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” The older boy clamps his lips together, trying to prevent a giggle from slipping past his lips. He then tilts his head toward the register, gesturing at Sunoo. Jungwon's eyes follow his actions, and for a moment, he's still confused.

“What are you... Oh.”

Then he realises.

It's you.

He feels Riki pat his back, whispering “Go for it” in his ear. But he thinks he cannot hear anything right now. You haven't noticed him (you don't really ever notice him, honestly) but he thinks that's for the better, because then he has the freedom to steal glances at you every now and then. He watches intently as you pay for your drink, laugh and converse with Sunoo and walk to your usual spot beside the window. He watches everything you do.

“Jungwon, staring at her isn't going to really do anything. Just go talk to her.” Jay utters teasingly as he walks out of the storage room.

“I can't do that! No way!”

Sunghoon hums as he brews the coffee shot, “You've liked her for almost half a year now, dude. I can't even like a girl for a day.”

“That's cause you're fucking gay.” Riki snorts.

“I'm not gay! I'm bisexual!”

In the middle of their bickering, Sunoo walks up to Jungwon with your plate of lemon cake and hands it to him, “Just serve her her order. If you can't talk to her, then just don't. But just try, it won't hurt to at least be friends.” The latter takes the plate blankly, processing his friend's words. He's persistent in saying no, as he shakes his head again, about to refuse when Jay speaks up.

“She seems nice, anyways. You said so yourself too, that she was kind and sweet. So, I don't think you have anything to be afraid of.” Jay comments behind him, before gently pushing him toward your direction, “Serve it to her. It's your chance. If it doesn't work out, then it doesn't. Though I'm pretty sure it will, she comes everyday so you are given a shot everyday.”

Right. It is his chance. He always has a chance every time you walk in the café, he just never acts upon it. He's liked you for so long now, since the moment he saw you in the school hallways and when you kindly helped the school janitor aunty up because she had slipped and fell on your way out of school. He was walking behind as he watched you hold her arm and walk her to the infirmary to stick on band-aids on her bleeding elbow. On other days, he saw you most in the hallways because that was the only time he could ever see you. He didn't even know you, not your name, not your major, not your age — anything. But, every single time, he would go to work and he would talk endlessly about you to the boys, going on and on about how pretty you were and how kind and generous you were. He's sure the boys were sick of hearing about his immense crush on you.

You, on the other hand, probably didn't even know he was in your school. And he felt hopeless, like there was no point in trying.

But then you had walked into Whiskers on one fateful day, and you had smiled and greeted Sunoo and you told him your name for your order.

Y/N. That was your name. He never ever thought he would find a name so...elegant. So sweet and gentle.

You had ordered an iced americano and a slice of lemon cake that literally no one ever orders and sat at the seat beside the large window panel. You always, always, stared out into space after sitting for a few minutes before pulling out your books to study. It was the same old routine for you, and Jungwon noticed it every time. He had always been right in front of you, but you've never seen him at all. But like his friends always say, if it doesn't work out, then it doesn't. And that's fine, as long as he knows he tried. He doesn't know why today though, he supposes he just felt good, confident. Or maybe you just looked especially pretty today.

So, as Jungwon approaches you with the tray and his heart in his hands, he thinks he'll just go for it. And if you don't reciprocate, then that's alright.

When he's right in front of you, he sets the tray down and he speaks to you for the first time since he's laid eyes on you in the school hallways.

“Hello, here's your iced americano and your lemon cake.”

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radiowallet · 11 months

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I Can

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter and Marcus meet a second time. WC: 4K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Explicit sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists, handjob, dry humping, dirty talk, praise kink, a smidge of edging. Mentions of food and drug use. Small angsty moments. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy).

A/N: A Saturday night fic drop? Why not? I'm literally just a chaos demon at this point. Big thanks to @writer-wednesday for this prompt and for inspiring me to revisit my boys (and basically create a whole entire universe for them). This is a follow-up to my random little drabble You Can. I have wanted to revisit these boys for so long and when the inspiration struck, I couldn't help but run with it. Thank you to my beloved @jazzelsaur and @magpie-to-the-morning for listening and encouraging every unhinged thought inside my head. The very best of enablers.

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Dieter refuses to spend another meal in some stuffy, overpriced hoity-toity bullshit restaurant. Ever since his plane touched down at JFK he’s been dragged from meeting to table read to some supposed ‘life-changing’ meal and back again. Which, okay, there are worse things in life than a $100 dollar plate of food, but the pretentiousness of it all was starting to eat away at him.

And the problem with the meals in particular is that even if they were somehow able to change the trajectory of his life, there were only so many tiny portions of shaved truffle caviar foie bullshit he could eat.

No. Tonight he needs something else. Cheese, and bread, and beef. Something warm and comforting and covered in just a touch too much grease. Something he can purchase with a 20-dollar bill and bring back to his hotel room to eat while he watches something trashy on television, before downing an edible or two, and jerking himself off until he passed out.

Marissa, thankfully, was a manager who knew when he had hit his limit. She waved him away with only two reminders of his call time for tomorrow and a promise to send a car. Dieter half mumbled his acknowledgment before slipping out of the lobby that housed one of the many studios he had met with that day, turning left and disappearing into the crowded streets of downtown Manhattan.

This was Dieter’s favorite part of the city. Sure, it was too loud. Too busy. Too bright. But hiding in plain sight? That became easy. Even in his most outlandish of outfits he blended in, able to make the walk to his hotel in relative peace.

He passes a myriad of carts on his way, each one smelling better than the last. He’s not sure what he’s craving, but Dieter is positive he’ll know it when he sees it. The sun has completely set by the time he turns the corner, the city lights guiding him towards the Park Hyatt just up ahead. And there, across the street, was a cart, neon signs for gyros and knish calling to him.

The line was only one man deep by the time he jaywalked his way over, the street light shining down like a spotlight, catching the actor’s attention almost immediately. Dieter stops short at the sight of him, the breadth of his shoulders and cut of his jaw enough to drag up a memory that has his toes curling and his belly swooping low. The memory of a frustrated frown shifting into a soft smile, brown eyes wide beneath thick glasses, a kiss that should have lasted a lot longer than it did.

He’s traded the tux from that night in for a black leather jacket and a pair of dark wash jeans, his head bent low, glasses slipping down the slope of his nose. Dieter smiles, stepping in line with a little more bounce in his step, his lips caught between his teeth, his appetite suddenly shifting. It seems he’s finally figured out exactly what it is that he’s been craving.

— — —

Marcus doesn’t really know how he feels about New York. He thinks maybe in another life he would hate it; one where he had a family at home waiting for him, someone to share the day-to-day mundane things with after all the superhero crap was put to bed. He probably would have pulled every string in the book to bring along this hypothetical family, and that thought alone takes his mood from sour to rancid. As it was, home, New York, Paris. It hardly mattered. He just wanted to wrap up the last of this press tour shit and get back to the real work.

There was only one more round of interviews tomorrow, most of them with the entire team. God willing, he could get away with a few quick answers and then nod along as the rest of the Heroics did the heavy lifting.

He was supposed to be out with the team right now. Drinks and dinner that he had (sort of) politely begged off, content with something hot and cheap to eat in the solitude of his hotel room. The smells from the Greek-themed cart had been calling to him since he first walked out of the Hyatt earlier that day and he was intent on stuffing his face full before passing out to the sound of some trashy reality show playing in the background.

He’s just starting to rationalize ordering one of everything, the Heroics Amex card already in the palm of his hand when the flick of a lighter and the smell of a cigarette catch his attention from behind. He wants to frown as the smoke invades his senses, the nasty habit once something that turned his stomach. But now all it does is drudge up a memory, almost 6 months old, but still there at the back of his mind; a dimpled grin and a searing kiss that left him aching.

He breathes in deep, letting the smell fill his lungs, humming at the bitter taste that coats his tongue. If he closes his eyes, he swears can almost feel the warmth of a breath on his neck, a man much too free for Marcus to keep, but who he wanted to anyway.

A loud cough yanks him back to reality, a gentle nudge urging him forward.

“Your turn, Heroic.”

Normally the call out would make his skin crawl, a signal to the beginning of either a very uncomfortable fan encounter or a 20-minute lecture on the interference of government sanctioned vigilantes. But the tone of the man is neither fawning nor judgmental, instead a teasing warmth that almost feels familiar. Marcus turns, an apology on the tip of his tongue and….

“It’s you.”

Dieter Bravo smiles around the cigarette dangling from his lips, all teeth and dimples and Hollywood charm, just as Marcus remembers.

“And it’s you.”

— — —

They end up ordering enough for two small armies, both men overtipping the patient cart owner enough that he promptly starts closing up shop the second they step away with their food. Marcus shrugs, the bag held tight to his chest, compelled to offer an explanation that Dieter didn’t ask for.

“Superhero metabolism.”

“I get it,” Dieter hums, wanting to put the other man at ease. It’s clear he’s wound just a bit too tight, the pressure of whatever responsibilities he carries with him not so much weighing him down as they do hold him up. Dieter thinks, assumes, the joy of being a hero left Marcus Moreno far too long ago, and he wonders if he could help him save just a tiny piece of it. Or at the very least get the man to smile once before they part ways again.

“I’m up for this gladiator thing. I have a feeling once I get back to L.A. it’s going to be all protein shakes and boiled chicken and green-colored juice. Probably best to indulge while I have the chance.”

Marcus frowns, shaking his head. “That’s not right. Starving yourself to hit some sort of stupid unattainable body image that was set by others.”

“Yeah,” Dieter hums, poking Marcus in one of his firm shoulders. “Can’t imagine what that’s like.”

The other man blushes and shakes his head. “Mine’s mostly genetics. Which…hearing out loud just makes me sound like an ass.”

“Mmm, I actually think your ass could use a bit of work,” Dieter clicks his tongue, eyes drifting around to Marcus’s backside.

His blush only darkens, and Dieter can’t help but delight in the reaction. “I’ll be okay, Heroic. All par for the course! Besides, it’s a 6-month shoot in Morocco. It’s been ages since I’ve been back there.”

“Oh, well…if you need help…I mean before you leave. Shit. I’m pretty handy in the gym, I mean,” he stammers out, hands clinging tighter to the greasy brown bag in his hands.

“Do superheroes make house calls?”

Marcus grinds his jaw to the left, his eyes shifting as far from Dieter’s as they can, but the blush remains. “If it’s something important.”

— — —

They’re staying in the same hotel. It shouldn’t surprise Marcus. Honestly, nothing should at this point, serendipitous coincidence managing to bring the two men together again despite all odds. They cross the street side by side, the doorman quick to open the door with a nod and a wave. Their steps echo through a seemingly empty lobby, most of the hotel guests having stepped out, their nights just getting started.

Dieter moves easily, the hand holding his food swinging back and forth in time with his steps. His jaws works effortlessly at the piece of gum he traded with the cigarette he had been puffing at, the tip of it crushed into the side of the hotel perfectly in time with their entrance. Marcus watches from the corner of his eye, admiring the way the other man moves, as if he’s dancing, each movement as fluid as the last.

The actor chatters beside him, an endless barrage of words that would be easy to write off as nonsense but despite that, Marcus finds himself listening with rapt attention. The actor talks about his meetings tomorrow, a chemistry read he hasn’t quite prepared for, an interview with Variety magazine scheduled directly after. Then he talks about the painting he had started before he left L.A. How he hopes the inspiration is still with him when he gets home.

By the time they get on the elevator, their shoulders brushing in the tight space, Marcus knows the type of bike Dieter owns (a 10-speed he likes to ride down to the pier), how he likes his toast (just shy of burnt, butter and jelly), and his plans for the night (food, edible, jerking off).

Marcus had even been caught up in the moment briefly, his own surprise at seeing the other man loosening his tongue just as it had all those months ago. He had stammered and stuttered in a way that he hadn’t since high school. He can’t seem to decide if he should be embarrassed or not, so he settles for quiet instead, only muttering his floor number once the elevator doors slide shut.

Dieter eyes him over his shoulder, the flecks of grey in the scruff of his jaw illuminated in the low light and mirrored walls. He leans closer, just enough to nudge Marcus’s shoulder, his smile slipping into something more tentative, mint and menthol and something sweet hypnotizing the heroic. He can’t help but match the other man’s movement, leaning in and licking his lips, trying to capture the taste on his tongue. Dieter doesn’t miss it, brown eyes flickering to Marcus’s lips and back again.

“Would you like some company?”

— — —

They ultimately decide to go to Dieter’s room, a joke about seeing the Penthouse tilting the actor’s grin to just this side of wolfish. Marcus is instantly drawn to windows, stretching from floor to ceiling, the whole city lit up, a glaring shine just beyond the glass.

“It seems brighter from up here.”

“The lights are so bright but they blind me,” Dieter sings beneath his breath, spreading out the food with careful dedication.

Marcus smiles at the sound of his voice, marveling at the sudden domestic turn his night has taken before placing his attention back on the skyline. Dieter moves around the couch to join him, carrying that same intoxicating smell with him.

“Haven’t you seen it from rooftops?”

Marcus shakes his head, eyes still glued to the sparkling spectacle in front of him. “The world looks too dark from that angle.”

Dark. Or Ugly. Honest. Yeah, Marcus can see everything from the rooftops, but none of it glittered. Not like this. Not like Dieter Bravo.

The tip of a finger, softer than he expected, touches his chin, the pressure light but insistent, impossible to ignore. He turns to find Dieter watching him, brown eyes reflecting the city stars back at Marcus, and he fights the urge to blink and miss what comes next. They move in together, almost close enough but not, and Dieter laughs, a soft chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

It reminds Marcus of that first kiss, so very long ago, down a dark alleyway, both of them pretending, for just a moment. He takes in a breath, a quick pull of air that steadies his nerves, before finally, finally, closing the last of the distance between them.

The kiss is soft at first, a brush of lips and a scrape of stubble. It’s faint, the sweetest shade of something new between the press of their lips, the taste of mint and menthol permeating his senses. Marcus can’t help but take one more, letting his lips linger on Dieter’s, his hands fitting perfectly along the dip of the other man’s hips.

It’s Dieter who deepens it, one palm sliding along the curve of Marcus’s cheek, the other grabbing where his leather jacket hangs open, fingers clenched into the fabric and yanking him closer. It’s the slip of a tongue between his lips that breaks him, a moan parting Marcus’s lips, the sound only encouraging Dieter to continue.

The hand on his hips pushes him back gently, one, two, three steps before they stop. Marcus pulls away to catch his breath but Dieter keeps him close, soothing the pad of his thumb across the flush of his skin.

“I missed you, baby.”

He wants to laugh, to point out it was just one kiss, and how? How could he miss him when he barely even knows him? But the endearment has him dizzy, the roof of his mouth tacky with desire, and all he can do is nod because yes. Of course, Marcus missed him too. What else was there to do but miss him?

He swoops in for another kiss, this time meeting Dieter’s tongue with his own, tasting him full on and groaning into the feeling. The noise seems to startle something awake in the other man, the grip on his cheek growing tight, his own strangled whine rising up the column of his throat.

When the kiss breaks, Dieter leans in, the scratch of his mustache rough where he hums his request in Marcus’s ear. “Can I take you to bed?”

“It’s been a while,” he can’t help but blurt out, pulling back to watch Dieter’s face carefully, preparing himself for the laughter and the teasing. “Almost 2 years.”

Still, Dieter doesn’t say anything, and Marcus can’t help but explain himself just a little bit more. “Most people can’t handle it.”

Marcus hates to say it. Hates the way it sounds and feels and tastes, the words bitter and biting on his own ears. The harsh, unrelenting truth that what he is will always be overwhelming for those that dare to love him. That the painful responsibilities that were forced upon by the realities of his genetics will always be the barrier around his heart. Most days it was easy enough to ignore, and in the time since had last felt another’s touch, Marcus had found a way to cope, where loneliness was just another weight he would bear in order to do what was right.

Dieter nods, eyes wide and frown small, an equal mix of understanding and pity marked across his features, as if to say ‘yeah, people can be assholes.’

And then he actually says it. “Assholes.”

There’s another kiss and then another, their bodies moving slowly back towards the couch. Dieter's fingers are skilled, pushing and pulling, Marcus’s leather coat hitting the ground seconds before his own. Those same fingers find their way beneath his shirt, mapping the planes of his stomach, the quiver of muscle chasing Dieter’s touch.

Marcus can only cling to the other man, refusing to part from their kiss for more than a second, breath traded back and forth, the only oxygen he ever needed between Dieter’s lips. His touch is insistent, smoothing at his heated skin, fingers digging into the flesh, the almost bite of his nails leaving Marcus gasping high and bright into their kiss. His glasses are pulled off somewhere in the fray, finding a home on the floor behind them.

“The …t-the bed?”

“Figured I’d take it easy on you,” Dieter grins in time with Marcus’s knees bending around the couch cushions.

They fall down together, Dieter immediately crowding into Marcus, his large hand palming where he strains beneath his jeans while he takes care to kiss each and every freckle scattered across Marcus’s. His hips buck immediately, even the gentle touch enough to send him lurching. Dieter is quick to soothe him, teeth nipping at his ear as he coos sweetly, the press of his hand only growing more insistent.

“Patience, baby. We have time.”

There it is again. That little endearment. Sweet and small, and so so much that Marcus can only moan, head falling into the crook of Dieter’s neck. Somewhere above him there is a chuckle, the sound vibrating from one man to the other, and Marcus can only hold on tighter as Dieter tugs at the zipper of his jeans. His breath hitches as the sound of it echoes inside his head, and he feels Dieter pause, only the brush of his thumb on the head of his leaking cock ground them to this moment.

Later, Dieter will confess, sweat cooling on Marcus’s temple, the actor's lips kissing the slick of it away, that he was watching him carefully at that moment. Desperate to see him fall apart, anxious to know if he needed to pull back. It’s then that they promise to say it. Always say it. Exactly what they need and what they want.

Secrets have never done either man any good.

Marcus leans into the light touch, awkward and needy, lips fusing to the curve of Dieter’s neck. There’s the musk of his cologne, something earthy and real clinging to his senses, mixing with the smell of smoke that always seems to burn around the other man’s edges. Marcus is ravenous for him, marking him with a bruising kiss, the steady chant of mine, mine, I wish he was mine thumping inside his chest.

Dieter doesn’t falter, pulling Marcus’s aching length from the confines of his jeans, a loose grip around the base as he continues to stroke the tip softly, gathering the bead of precum with the pad of his thumb. It’s more intimate than he expected, reputations always proceeding those in the limelight. Marcus should have known better, the camera always giving away more falsehoods than beautiful truths.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Dieter teases, not an ounce of cruelty in the words. Another kiss is gifted to Marcus’s neck, the drag of Dieter’s tongue follows, his own groan pouring out of him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise.”

The effect of his words is maddening, and Marcus takes care to muffle his whine into Dieter’s neck, teeth and tongue still working along the salt of his skin. The actor is only encouraged by this, continuing to purr little drops of filthy encouragement into his ear as he starts to stroke Marcus from base to tip.

“Been too long since someone made you feel this good,” he hums, twisting his wrist lightly each time he strokes up the length of Marcus’s cock, the velvet heat of his skin catching on the other man’s palm. The friction is almost too much, a staggering sort of gasp breaking past his lips as Dieter’s voice continues to coach him through each and every stroke of his hand.

“You look so good like this, baby. So good. You can fuck my hand if you want. Go on, use your hips.”

The prompt is all Marcus needs, his hips canting up to meet Dieter’s touch. His fingers dig in hard, one hand finding purchase on Dieter’s forearm, the other wrapped around the curve of his shoulder. He anchors himself to the other man, fucking up into his fist faster and faster and faster still.

“Feel good? Hmm?” Dieter asks, the hook of his nose pressed into Marcus’s temple, lips teasing the swell of his cheek. “Fucking someone else’s hand instead of your own?”

Marcus stutters out a ‘yes’ the word lost between his cries of pleasure. Dieter continues to indulge in the noises, each one helping to shift the weight of his touch, the grip around Marcus’s cock soft then hard, the pressure building faster than he can take in breaths. He tilts his head, eyes searching frantically, a desperate plea tumbling from his lips and hanging thick in the air between them.

“Kiss me.”

And Dieter does, lips molding to Marcus’s, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam until finally, he parts beneath, another moan for him to swallow. All the while, his pace is consistent, up and down, faster then slower then faster again. It’s indulgent, the way Dieter touches him, relishing in each pulse, every sound, and Marcus loses track of how long it’s really been. The pleasure is blinding, keeping him tethered to the edge of the cliff, release blissfully out of reach.

“Bet you look so pretty, all cock dumb, hmm? I’d love to see that,” Dieter teases and Marcus agrees, can only agree, something ragged taking over his sensibilities.

He continues to move with the other man, rising up into the open air, hips awkwardly meeting each and every caress of his hand. Dieter moves with the same freedom he had in the hotel lobby, his own hips grinding up and down, the length of his cock hard and pulsating where it presses into Marcus’s side. Their kisses only grow more wild, just a sloppy press of lips, off-centered and well-intentioned, as they both work closer and closer to the crest of arousal.

Dieter remains focused, his own pleasure secondary to that of the Heroic’s. The kiss breaks just in time for something white hot to settle at the base of Marcus’s spine, everything grows tight and bright and so so sweet. Teeth scrape along his jaw, the tip of a tongue soothing the same path, Dieter’s words coaxing him up to the top of the hill.

“You’re close, baby. So close. Go on, you can let go. I’m right here.”

It’s all Marcus needs, the last of his strength giving out as everything burns, thick ropes of white cum spilling out of him. Dieter hums, using his seed to smooth out his strokes, and continues to whisper little bits of praise into Marcus’s ear.

“I know. I know, baby. You’re doing so good. Tell me if it’s too much.”

It is. It is too much, the way Dieter keeps stroking his cock, half hard and still dribbling drops of cum around the curl of his fist. But Marcus refuses to stop him, leaning into the painful overstimulation until the tips of his fingers go numb, his moans breaking out into sobs, tears tracking down his cheeks to mix with his sweat. Dieter decides for them both then, his hand finally slowing, giving Marcus a chance to adjust to the light touch before pulling away for good, the palm of his hand sliding a sticky trail up his cheek.

It should feel filthy, Marcus’s own cum pressed into his skin while Dieter grinds his cum soaked pants into the dip of his hips. But even now, Marcus can feel his cock twitch in interest, the moment so very decadent and dirty and leaving him hungry for more. Dieter grins, licking his lips, clearly agreeing with whatever look that is crossing Marcus’s features, swooping in for one more kiss, this one there and gone, a fleeting breath of him that leaves him whining.

But Dieter doesn’t go far, his hand smoothing up to push back an errant curl, brown eyes impossibly deep, and he takes his time to kiss away each and every tear. When he pulls away, it’s only to whisper a quiet promise. “I can.”

Marcus tilts his head, his confusion unspoken, the haze of his orgasm still gripping tight to his senses. Dieter takes it in stride, his smile growing, confident and cocky with how dumb he’s rendered the heroic.

“I can handle it,” he clarifies, dragging his hand down to rest his thumb where Marcus’s lips part, the faintest taste of himself waiting there. “Can you?”

And all Marcus can do is nod. Because. Yes. Of course. Of course, he can. What other answer is there?

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To my dearest, my wonderful enablers @jazzelsaur and @magpie-to-the-morning who have listened to me talk about these boys ALL. WEEK. Literally, every random thought I had about Dieter and Marcus, together or separate, was blasted into their DM's. I have become a woman possessed. The best friends a girl could ask for in these trying fandom times. Thank you both, for loving me and my boys.

#Dieter Bravo #Marcus Moreno #Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno #male on male #the bubble fic #we can be heroes fic #pedro pascal characters #Pretend Alleyways

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birrdies · 1 year

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run its course (1,456 words) - a brief drabble inspired by this fanart by @murkybu . it's absolutely lovely and i fell in love with the atmosphere, so i just had to write something for it!

The horse had been the one to run the race, yet somehow it’s Bdubs who is out of breath by the end of it. Palms sweaty, he grapples for a solid grip on the reins as he leads his horse through the final lap. He’s on Etho’s tail— really it’s an incredibly close gap— as he crosses the finish line. A joyful string of notes plays from somewhere underground as soon as Etho’s horse crosses the threshold. Another display of Etho’s handiwork. Had Bdubs loaded the dispenser like he was supposed to, fireworks would have erupted from the ground in a victorious flurry.

Not Bdubs’ victory, of course, but it still somehow tastes just as sweet.

It’s sweet, because the sun starts to sink. Not enough for night to fall and send Bdubs searching for the nearest bed, but the low-kind that bathes the rolling hills of the horse course and the crest of Etho’s cheek in gold. The kind that catches Etho's hair like it’s freshly fallen snow. It’s sweet, because Etho circles his horse around, eyes scrunched in a big grin and— Bdubs horse whinnies as it pulls to a stop beside Etho’s.

“Fell a bit behind there, huh, Bdubs?” Etho taunts, somehow sounding as equally breathless as Bdubs feels. Oh, how he’s absolutely loving this victory. And how Bdubs is loving that he’s loving it. He scoffs. “I was right on your tail. Don’t even try it!” Etho laughs, the deep kind that starts low in his chest before he hiccups it back up. “Oh yeah? Ok, whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, buddy.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Bdubs laughs, despite himself. “You’re that full of yourself?”

“A little bit, yeah.” Etho tilts his head to the side, his horse shifting to close what little gap remained between them. “I totally lapped you.”

The sun hits the back of Etho’s head, streaming around him in a blinding halo. Bdubs has to lift a hand to block the rays and steal a better look at his friend. He’s smiling, underneath his mask, the skin around his eyes creased and his face looking softer than Bdubs ever remembers it looking. He knows that isn’t true; they’ve known each other for years after all, but time takes its toll on them as it does everyone else.

Though in the golden hour with the green hills of the horse course as his backdrop, riding off the high of his unearned victory, Etho looks timeless.

So, yes, maybe Bdubs is okay with the fact that Etho beat him. Which says a lot, honestly. He hates to lose, but he’s not a sore loser either. Hell, he basically handed that victory over to Etho on a silver platter. A favor. How could he have denied Etho, a dear friend, of such a gift? It’s only the right thing to do.

“Race me again if you’re so confident,” Bdubs insists with a crooked smile. He curls his fists in the reins, his horse bucking its head back in protest. “You’ll come crawling back crying like a baby!” Etho chuckles again (Bdubs would stay out here all night to hear it over and over again). He rakes his fingers through his horse’s stark mane, detangling it gently with his fingers. “Don’t be mean, you gotta think of the horses! What if they’re tired?” “Sounds to me like you’re just scared.” Bdubs raises his eyebrows, brightens his grin. Etho looks at him for a moment before turning his gaze down, eyes still scrunched in some kind of private half-smile that’s usually only reserved for Bdubs. “Maybe,” he relents, but Bdubs knows its just to appease him. It always is.

Bdubs tries not to let it go to his head.

They don’t need to say anything else. Etho leads the way, directing his horse towards the course’s stables. It’s a small set up, a few pens large enough to house the best racing horses. Etho slides from the saddle and leads his horse the rest of the way by a hand on its reins. Bdubs follows after him, doing the same with his own horse.

Etho corrals his horse back into its pen, softly coaxing it under his breath. Once it’s settled inside, breathing hard and obviously tired, Etho unbuckles its saddle and pulls away the riding blanket, folding both over the fence gates.

“That’s it,” Etho whispers, offering his open hand. The horse palms its head into his hand, chuffing under its breath. “Good girl.”

Bdubs chuckles and unsaddles his own horse, idly petting its flank.

“Hand me that curry comb?” Etho says.

Bdubs grabs the bag of grooming equipment by his feet. Wordlessly, he hands Etho the comb and watches him work, only barely paying attention to his own horse as he peels the headpiece away and hangs it on a peg in the wood paneling.

Etho grooms his horse with precision and care, as he does a lot of things when he thinks people aren’t looking. Bdubs knows because he’s almost always looking. Not because he has anything he’s particularly looking for, but rather because he knows he’ll find something worthwhile if he doesn’t dare to look away. Maybe something embarrassing that he can use against Etho later to embarrass him. Or he thinks maybe it’s for the little gentle moments like this; if he allows himself to get sappy about it. Blame it on the horse course. Nostalgia is far more powerful than he cares to admit.

Bdubs picks up a second comb and tends to his own horse, copying Etho’s movements and pretending they aren't his own— pretending he hadn’t taught Etho how to do it.

“Can’t believe we finally finished a project,” he says after a moment. Speaking of nostalgia.

Etho doesn’t look at him, but Bdubs can hear his hesitation. “It’s been a long time coming.” Then, Bdubs hears the smile in his voice— sees it when Etho turns his face toward him. “Guess we broke the curse after-all. It’s a lot more fun than I remember.”

There’s nothing inherently exciting about all of it: a pair of old friends at a new haunt. But it’s a starting point, a simple pleasure Bdubs is eager to indulge in. It’s just them, and for Bdubs that’s okay. Even if he’s lost, even if Etho’s as coy and teasing as he always is. Especially if. He wouldn’t have Etho any other way.

Bdubs steps away from his horse and fetches a few bundles of wheat to feed them. He moves beside Etho and places them in his hand. Etho glances at him, perplexed. His cheeks are red; lasting effects of an afternoon spent in the sun. Bdubs clears his throat and takes Etho’s hand in his. “What? All this time riding and you never learned how to feed a horse before?” Bdubs shakes his head. “Do I really have to show you everything?”

Etho doesn’t answer, but Bdubs is sure he’s done this before. He knows how to feed a horse— he has to. But Bdubs will look for any excuse to tease Etho, to invade his personal space. And maybe Etho will accept any chance to let him. So he lets Bdubs flatten his palm and press his fingers together. Then, he sets the wheat on it, using a grip on Etho’s wrist to guide it to the horse’s mouth. Etho flinches when it eats right out of his hand.

Bdubs snickers. “Gotta keep your fingers together. Like this,” he says, displaying the proper technique with his own hand. Because if he doesn’t teach Etho how to do it, no one else will. “Or else they’ll bite your stupid fingers off.” “Right,” Etho sighs. “I kinda need those.”

“It’d suck if you lost ‘em all before you finished your… redstone junk. Whatever science experiment you’re working on.” Bdubs feeds his own horse, never taking his teasing eye off of Etho. “Got any crazy ideas brewing?” He asks because he knows it’s one of few things to get Etho to start talking. It works, because it always works; though the certainty of it hasn’t made it any less novel for Bdubs. He lets Etho talk his ear off (about redstone, about alien architecture, about the dolphin highway circling his base), because Etho doesn’t always talk a lot but he always seems to be talking around Bdubs. And he fully intends on abusing this power.

He could demand another rematch. He could flaunt Etho’s fake-victory over his head, like taking candy from a baby. Because really Etho is incredibly easy to tease and taunt. But it’s peaceful here. In the sunset, in the horse course. A rematch can wait.

He’ll beat him next time.

#its nothing special but i had to do it #this might be the only fluff you ever get from me #ethoslab #etho #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethdubs fic #ethubs fic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #it's not intended to be hermitshipping #but you can interpret it however you want #birdie writes #ethubs #ethdubs

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amyispxnk · 6 months

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Neon green

Halloweeny drabbles with Joel Miller!

30/10- spooky nails

Summary: you and Joel paint your nails

A/N-Not insanely Halloweeny but this popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Joel Miller x f!reader (can maybe be read as gn)

Word count: 895

Warnings: pet names, fluff

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You're sat at the dining table, foot propped up and an assortment of nail polish in front of you. You're trying your hardest to make cute Halloweeny designs on your nails with your new glow-in-the-dark colours, but it's proving to be very difficult.

You hear a low chuckle from the other side of the room as his keys drop in the little bowl on the table by the door, kicking his boots off and walking up to you.

"Now, what are you doin'?" He questioned, finding your positioning - head resting on your chin with your toes positioned between some strange separating device and one hand far away from you on the table as you painted with the other - incredibly amusing.

"I am painting my nails." You announced, holding your free hand up and showing it to him. "Look, I already did these - do you like them?"

He carefully held your hand and studied the nails for a moment, before humming a noise of approval.

"'s nice. I like the.. cat." He murmured, looking at your pointer finger's nail.

You frowned slightly. "It's supposed to be a witch." You replied, taking your hand away from him and looking at it yourself now. Okay, maybe it looked more like a cat. Somehow you messed up that badly.

"I thought the hands were good, so these are definitely worse." You gestured to your toes which were painted with slightly simpler designs, cobwebs and the such.

"No! No, they're good. Real nice sweetheart." He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and out of your face before walking over to the kitchen to make some food for himself.

10 minutes later, you had finished your nails and mostly dried them, looking at them and trying to figure out if they looked okay.

"Joel?" You called for him, heavy footsteps sounding from above you as he came to the living room.

"What d'ya need?" He said as he rounded the corner of the couch to stand in front of you.

You showed your nails to him once again. "What's the verdict?"

"They're.. good. I can definitely tell that this one is a spider."

It was indeed a spider, so that was a good sign.

"I feel like I could've done better." You commented.

"Well, you can always try again some other time. I think they look great though." He said as he turned to leave - but an idea popped into your head and you grabbed his arm, forcing him down onto the couch a little roughly.

"Coulda just asked me to sit down." He coughed, sitting upright and looking at you.

"Sorry! Just- gimme a sec."

You hurried over to the kitchen where some of your nail polish still was, bringing it back with you and sitting down on the couch beside him, making his eyebrows raise even higher.

"Your nails are already painted."

"They are." You answered, unscrewing the cap to the neon green polish

"So what's the plan exactly?"

"I wanna paint your nails Joel. It'll be easier doing the designs on yours than mine."

His eyes bulged out of their sockets and you couldn't help but giggle slightly at the look on his face.

"Wha-at!" You laughed.

"But- I thought that, yknow, that's not exactly.. it's like a girl thing." He said, watching as you got the brush covered in varnish and held it above the bottle so it wouldn't drip on your table.

"'s not a girl thing, Joel. C'mon pleeeeaase let me paint your nails." He sighed, holding his hand out for you.

"The things I do for you."

"'cause you love me so much." You grinned, relishing in the victory and starting to paint his nail.

"Yeah you got me there." He murmured, watching as you painted his nails.

Joel had never done anything like this before, growing up surrounded by all the 'girls only do this and boys only do this and they can't swap it around' stereotypes, and a guy having his nails painted was very strange to him. He didn't find it weird, he had just simply never seen it before, and that's probably why he was so fixated on his nails as you worked, barely even noticing you were done until you were blowing on his nails and telling him to flap his hand around so it dried quicker.

"Well, what do you think? Any better than the first attempt?"

He was stretching his fingers, spreading them apart and turning his hand to get a view of each one.

"So nice, baby. You did a really good job." He praised, before turning to you.

"Maybe do the other one too?" He asked tentatively. "For more practice."

"Or you just realised you actually like having your nails painted but you're too shy to admit it..?" You exposed him as you took his other hand and began painting.

"Yeah, got me again." He chuckled softly.

When you finished and turned the lights off to make his nails glow in the dark, he actually gasped in awe at the sight of them, complimenting you again and saying how you'd improved so fast and how good they looked in the dark and how you should do this more often with him, warming your heart and your cheeks as he continued gushing about the nails.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #the last of us #amyispxnk fics

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ryxiez · 1 year

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HI!! I dont know how I found you literally as you just posted your masterlist, but its nice to run into another new obey me acc! :]

could I request some headcanons/drabbles for the demon brothers (or whichever characters u would like, Im not picky) with a super like. Fragile MC? IDK HOW TO PUT WHAT I MEAN—Ig an mc that's prone to getting hurt, bruises easily, is on the weaker side, etc etc. Maybe the demons are kinda like?? Anxious that if they're not gentle enough they'll accidentally break them or smth.

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you meant cause I kinda took different styles with a few of them. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m writing this half asleep >_<

Obey Me! Brothers with fragile!MC (Headcanons)

Fluffy Comforting Headcannons

Mentions the reader/MC getting hurt in some way, no blood mentioned at all

this is kinda how the brothers would react/treat you after you got hurt or they realized you were hurt

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Ever since you were little you were always called clumsy. Often tripping over your own two feet, bruises and scraps covering spots on your skin.

Lucifer

- Often took notice of the discoloration in your skin, yet never brought it up with you.

- Basically knew what was happening and what was wrong right away

- During your time down there, he always seemed to be coincidently there whenever you would fall, or bump into something, even at school.

- However sometimes he didn't make it in time to catch you, or redirect you, but would always help you up.

- You reasure you that you are okay and only IF no one was around, he would plant a small kiss on where it hurts.

Mammon

- Wouldn't notice until he touched you (like a hug) and you pulled back with a hiss.

- Was very startled and thought he somehow hurt you with his "demon strength".

- He became all panicky with tears in his eyes when you told him you were fine when he knew you weren't.

- Finally he convinced you to show him what you were hiding and he was basically speechless. He couldn't believe he was letting you get hurt when he was supposed to look after you.

- Mammon then pulled you into a hug, avoiding the certain bruise, and told you to call for him whenever you were hurt again.

Leviathan

- You would honestly trip over stuff in his room a lot. Boxes and items on his floor that he didn't want to put away yet because he was gaming.

- He would pause his game right away if he could as soon as he heard a loud thump from behind him.

- Rushing over, he saw tears in your eyes as you held onto your ankle for dear life, rocking back and forth slightly.

- He apologized a million times, stuttering, as he held you close to him, and tried to take a look at your foot after your breathing slowed down again.

- Promises to clean his room for you, which he did, but only a little bit.

Satan

- Same as Levi, has a very messy room but with him he has scattered books and papers everywhere you can't even walk right.

- However, when he first heard you fall, anger struck him more than concern as he turned around with sharp eyes

- That was until he saw you in your weakened state on the floor and he immediately softened up.

- He rushed to your side and asked you were it hurt and how he could help.

- Definitely put a numbing or healing spell on your wound because he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.

Amsodeus

- He found the discoloration in your skin on one of your many spa days.

- You then had to explain to him how you just seemed to bump into things or just fall a lot and couldn't help it.

- He would almost cry as he caressed your skin with lotions and creams, trying his best to sooth the pain, and it worked.

- Promises to try his best to stay by your side to help, and he even starts carrying bandaids and bruise cream in his purse for you.

- Let's just say you would be having spa days way more often so he can take care of you as much as possible.

Beelzebub

- Both of you made your late night trips to the kitchen as your stomachs rumble. (More so his)

- While stumbling around in the dark, you managed to walk right into the edge of the counter.

- You let out a yelp before holding down on the now pulsating spot, probably scrapped and bruised.

- Beel immediately had a candle lit in your direction as his big hands worked to slowly pry yours off yourself so he could see the wound.

- Would act like he wasn't panicking but he really was on the inside.

- Gave it a kiss before placing a bandaid on it after carrying you to the bathroom.

- Cuddles for the rest of the night while he protected you.

Belphegor

- Tried to cuddle closer to you while he was in your bed one night

- You we’re almost fully asleep until your felt his fingers press too hard on one of the fresh bruises you got this morning.

- You squirmed out of his grasp you you could sit up, trying to get away from the pain

- Belphie was confused and tried until you brought up the bruise he touched

- He apologized with caring eyes before laying you back down to cuddle, this time offering you to share his cow print pillow.

- From now on he was more careful and gentle with his touch

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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“D..did you just make that noise?” + poe, maybe? thankie <3

Stuck

AN: I had two ideas for this prompt and this is the one that ended up being the most fleshed out. Hopefully it's okay lol (Thank you for sending this in btw 💖)

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Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,447 (lol what's a drabble? 😂) Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, kissing, thigh riding/frottage, possibly terrible writing. AO3

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You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this situation but you’re 100% sure that it’s Poe Dameron’s fault. Sure, it had been your idea to explore the old, crashed ship while making your rounds that morning, but it was Dameron’s carelessness that had resulted in the both of you falling through the unstable deck and getting stuck like this.

‘This’ being you pressed up against each other and unable to really move.

“Will you please stop squirming,” he grunts, clenching his jaw as you move again.

The position you’re in is a precarious one: your torso is pressed against his side, your left leg somehow almost wrapped partially around his waist, one of your arms is pinned down at your side and the other is stuck in the debris behind you. Poe’s positioning isn’t much better.

“I’m not squirming, I’m shifting,” you argue, doing your best to ignore the (delicious) press of him against you. “How else are we supposed to get out of here?”

He sighs, grimacing a little as you continue to twist yourself. “I’m working on it, just…give me a second.”

You scoff, gingerly wiggling one of your arms in an effort to pull it from the debris. You make a noise of triumph as you free your arm, only for it to turn into a squeal as the debris shifts and you’re (somehow) pressed even more against each other.

“Now will you give me a second to think?” he asks, his voice a little strained.

“Yeah. Sorry,” you mutter, cringing a little.

Silence falls between you as you ‘give Poe a second’ and you’re forced to focus on the fact that your front is fully pressed flush against Poe’s side, that if you shifted just a little to the left you could grind against the top of his thigh, that if you leaned forward just a few little bit more, you could lick the sweat slowly making its way down his neck—

“Okay,” he says breathlessly, breaking your train of thought. “I’m gonna try something.”

You nod, desperate for a distraction. Any distraction.

He inhales as deeply as your current positions allow, as if steeling himself, before slowly moving his arm. It brushes your waist as he weaves it behind you, the brief touch making you suck in an involuntary breath.

“You okay?” he asks, eyes finding yours in the dim light.

“Mhmm,” you lie, nodding quickly.

He looks at you for a moment longer, something unreadable in his gaze, before he glances away, refocusing on the task at hand.

You’re attracted to him, you can admit that to yourself, but you’ve never really been sure about his feelings toward you. There have been moments where he’s made you wonder, but they’re always so fleeting, you’re sure you’ve imagined them.

Now though…

Poe mutters something unintelligible and suddenly the debris behind you is moving, falling. Without thinking, you try to move away from it, pushing yourself forward toward Poe, your hips tilting against his thigh. A barely stifled whimper tears itself from your throat at the delightful friction between your legs and you freeze, your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest.

“D..did you just make that noise?”

Your gaze snaps to his at the question, your hackles raised—you’re expecting him to tease you, but instead see only curiosity in his eyes.

Maker, he’s so close.

Flustered, you open your mouth to respond but find that you have no words. Poe’s eyes fall to your lips and linger there, and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe.

He meets your eyes again after a moment, his breath coming in soft puffs against your cheek. You swallow thickly, not sure what to do, what to say, how to explain—

But it turns out you don’t have to.

The set of his jaw is the only warning you get before he leans forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You gasp against his mouth in surprise, allowing his tongue to slip in and tangle with yours. You groan at the delicious slide of his tongue against yours…and then in frustration when you remember you are currently incapable of moving.

He huffs a laugh, pulling away. His lips are a little red and plump from your (very brief) make out session and you’re not sure he’s ever looked more gorgeous than he does right now.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you whisper, your nose bumping his as his mouth hovers over yours.

He nods, pressing his forehead to yours and taking a slow breath.

“We definitely do,” he says, his tone is low and full of promise.

The heat in his eyes has you biting back a moan. “Any more suggestions?”

He swallows, tearing his gaze from yours to look at your surroundings. After a moment, he nods, wiggling his body a little as if to test his level of stuckness. You suck in a breath at the friction, drawing his eyes back to you.

“Sorry. Maybe if you—”

Nodding, you shift again, this time moving away from him, trying to use your body weight to push back the debris. It kind of works, so you keep at it, the two of you slowly moving toward what appears to be an exit. When you finally make it out, you’re in some kind of corridor. You sag against the most stable-looking wall you can find and try to catch your breath.

“We should head back to the ship,” you say, still panting a little.

Poe nods, running a hand through his mussed curls. “Yeah, we should.”

There is a pause as your eyes meet, silence falling between you again as you stare at each other, neither of you making any attempt to leave.

You’re not sure who moves first, but you meet Poe a step or two from the wall, only to be pressed back against it as your lips connect with his. He sighs into your mouth, fingers fisting in the fabric of your shirt as he pins you to the metal surface with his body. You hum, returning his kiss with equal fervor as your hands clutch at his hips. His lips, warm and dry, part with a groan as you grind against him. You plunge a hand into his curls as you lick into his mouth, holding his face to yours. He ruts against your hip, his hardness straining against the confines of his Resistance-issue trousers. You moan his name against his lips, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re so close, you just need—

He groans, briefly pulling away to lift you so you can wind your legs around his waist. He settles you back against the wall, cock pressing at the heat between your legs.

This. This is what you need.

You both moan as he continues to rut against you, breaths coming in pants.

Poe is everywhere; he’s all you taste, all you smell, all you see, all you feel—you can’t get enough.

You gasp, the pleasure starting to build in your core.

“Fuck, Poe, feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you plead, one hand clutching at his shoulders as you tilt your hips to meet his.

He buries his face into the side of your neck as his pace starts to falter, mouthing at your pulse point and mumbling incoherently into your skin. The sound sends a jolt of desire to your core and you clench around nothing, whining again as you inch toward your peak.

You’re addicted to him already and he’s barely even kissed you.

Your fingers are still tangled in his hair and when you come apart for him, they tighten, pulling at the silken strands. Poe’s moan is choked as his hips stutter against yours again, the sound of your release making him chase his own. He comes with a gasp a moment later, pressing his forehead to yours as you both try to catch your breath.

“Maker,” you breathe, combing your fingers through his hair and smiling when he leans into your touch. “Is there a reason we’ve never done that before?”

He smiles, his mouth hovering over yours. “If there was, it definitely wasn’t a good one.”

You huff a laugh, chewing on your bottom lip as you pull his mouth to yours again. As your lips meet, the ship around you creaks loudly and you both freeze.

“We should go, right?” you say, looking around warily.

“Yep, definitely,” he agrees, slowly lowering you back down to the floor.

When your eyes meet again, you snort, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back outside to safety.

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armeenix · 10 months

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Fuck your insecurities Connie x !Black!fem! Reader

!Fluff! Slight suggestive language

As a black person I always love seeing drabbles and fanfics that are made for people with darker skintones in mind so I thought why not write one myself. I'll admit this isn't gonna be super good considering this is my first time writing something so long for a character but I still hope it's somewhat enjoyable!

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it all started when you and Connie had taken a late night drive and were laying on the roof of his car. The two of you were looking up at the stars that littered the night sky and just having one of those deep conversations. You had just asked Connie what his biggest dream was and he of course answered with, "my biggest dream was to be dating you and look at me now, I get to kiss you, hug you, love you, fuck-"

"Ok Connie that's enough I get it, just ask the next question." You rolled your eyes at his answer but still, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat or two. "You're so boring y/n you could have at least let me finish Damm. Finee ok my question is, uhhmmm" He continued to annoyingly hum in thought until he thought of a question. "Ok I got one! What's your biggest insecurity?" You took a moment to think before answering. "Probably my stomach. What about you?"

He went dead silent. You turned your head to see him looking at you with pursed lips and slightly furrowed eyebrows. "Why the fuck are you looking at me like that..?" He didn't respond again. He just stared at you with the same face. It lowkey made you uncomfortable so you sat up and scootched away from him.

"Why would you say that?" You looked at him mad confused. "Why would I say what?" He sat up and continued to look at you weirdly, you were feeling very concerned for his health. "Why the fuck would you say that you don't like your tummy."

Y: "NIGGA YOU ASKED!"

C: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT YOU DONT HAVE ANY"

Y: "AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES??"

C: "FUCK NO"

Y: "CONNIE THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE HOW AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES-"

The two of you continued to argue until somehow you ended up passionately making out💀

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Over the next few days any time Connie would hear you say something bad about yourself even if you didn't mean it, he would walk behind you, give you a hicky and a pissed look, then go back to what he was doing💀. You did not understand why this man was so pressed about you having insecurities, it's a completely normal thing! That part didn't really bother you it was the HICKIES that did. Everytime you go out you have to put color correcter and concealer on your neck to hide any new marks that were darker and old marks that were starting to fade.

One morning you had gotten up and got dressed because you were going out to have lunch with sasha, mikasa, ymir, historia, and annie. You still hed some old hickies that needed to be covered but fortunately you didnt have any new ones. After you got done using your color corrector you grabbed your concealer only to realise the bottle was completely fucking empty. That bottle was supposed to last you a good while especially considering the fact that you only got it 3 MONTHS AGO

"Oh hell no, this is stopping TODAY."

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That evening after you came home and put on your bed clothes, you sat down on the couch and pretended to be on the phone with one of your friends. you began speaking loudly to make sure the Connie would be able to hear you from the kitchen.

"Yeah I know, I just felt like I didn't look good today, like my outfit just wasn't fitting the right way, maybe I should-"

"OH HELL NO"

Connie jumped onto the couch, grabbed your phone, rolled off the couch onto the floor, before stumbling onto his feet and running into yalls room.💀 you ran after him yelling for him to give you your phone back but he slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

"CONSTANCE SPRINGER GIVE ME MY SHIT BACK"

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, NOT WHILE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT"

"CONNIE OPEN THE DOOR"

"MAKE ME"

"..."

"Baby...I ain't mean that I promise!"

"Nah, nah its ok connie, it's cool its good yea."

You turned around and walked to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a credit card. When you got back to the door you stuck the card in the little opening of the door and unlocked it from the outside. The minute you walked in connie started screaming. "Connie if you dont shut the fuck up imma make you sleep on the couch."

"Y/nnnnn whyy don't be like that" he whined as he walked over and pulled you close to him. "No I will be like that because for the past few weeks you've been acting like a menace and I don't appreciate it. He gasped and put a hand over his heart mellow dramatically. "How could you say that! Im just a poor man that's worried about his beautiful, hot, sexy, girlfriend." "You're allowed to be worried about me but that doesn't mean that you need to be so extreme!" His expression changed from mock sadness to genuine concern and slight shame. He brought his hand up and caressed your cheek slowly. His thumb began moving back and forth against your bottom lip softly as he continued to look down into your eyes. "Y/n i,I just worry about you. And I fucking hate that you have these insecurities. I know that people say it's normal but that's fucking bullshit... It shouldn't be normal, and i hate the it is considered that... You're fucking beautiful and I love you, all of you. I love your hair, you eyes, your nose, your neck." As he named some of the things he loved on your body he gently kissed them. "those are just a few of the things that I love about you y/n."

"Connie..."

He hugs wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and sways your bodies from left to right. You both swayed silently until Connie spoke up. He couldn't handle all of the silence. "You know y/n if me telling you how amazing you are doesn't help silence those insecurities of yours I can always beat them up?"

"Connie, you're gonna beat my insecurities up..?"

"Hell yeah I am, you're insecurities aren't shit! imma beat the fuck out of em!" He said with a broad grin spread across his face

"First of all, that doesn't make sense because you can't actually beat up something that's mental, and second of all because my insecurities is something mental that means in order to beat up my insecurities you would have to beat me up. So basically you are saying that if I start feeling insecure you're gonna beat the fuck out of me??"

His face changed from one of pride to one of pure unamusement and horror.

"Y/N DONT JOKE LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

"Really? Cause it sure does seem like that's what you meant, i mean you said that you wanted to beat the fuck out of my insecurities so-

"Y/N STOP IT"

His reaction was just too funny. You couldn't help but continue to mess with him until eventually he started balling all over dramatically. You dint know how he did it but on command big alligator tears spilled down his cheeks as he over dramatically sniffled just to make you feel bad.

"Are you seriously crying right now..? Connie come on it wasnt the mean."

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"Connie come on I'm sorry, I guess it was a little mean."

"......"

"If you stop crying like that I'll give you a kiss."

Immediately the tears stopped and he was no longer sniffling💀 instead his look at you expectantly waiting for his "much deserved" kiss. You rolled you eyes before reluctantly giving him a little peck on the lips and both of his cheeks.

"There, better?"

"Nah, it's not better, imma need a few more of those."

The rest of your evening was filled with you giving Connie kisses and him claiming that he still wasn't feeling better just so you would have to give him more💀 he's a fucking menace sometimes but you love him.

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flurrys-creativity · 18 days

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Holiday Punch

Pairing: Lee Hajoon (The Rose) x GN!Reader; Genre: established relationship, fluff, garage band au, suggestive; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: teasing, some empty threats, kissing, hints leading to more; Wordcount: 685

Summary: As the rest of the band decided to skip band practice, Hajoon needs to find a way to calm you down again.

A/N: Since I went to their concert twice and this man just gets to me, I simply had to write him for this round of Tipsy Drabbles.

You paced around the garage as you stared at your phone and waited for new messages to pop up in your group chat.

As time passed and none of your band members answered your message, you got more and more frustrated. This holiday all of you were supposed to meet and practise for a stage but somehow none of them showed up yet.

You groaned in annoyance, wanting to throw your phone or do something equally stupid. You took several deep breaths, forcing yourself to calm down as you sat down behind the drums.

“Oh? We’re changing instruments today?”

The sudden voice behind you made you jump in your seat before you turned around with a scowl.

Hajoon raised his hands, showing his palms, with a soft chuckle. He leaned against the door frame with his shoulder, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly in amusement.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, still with a prominent frown on your features. Yet, you didn’t really know what to say. You wanted to be mad at him for being late, you wanted to scold him and be all fussy about it but the second your eyes landed on him, your brain turned into mush.

Hajoon raised one eyebrow, still waiting on an answer before he turned his head to look at the microphone stand in the front.

Your eyes immediately zeroed in on his sharp jawline, making you tense your own jaw.

“Well, I don’t mind being the front singer today”, Hajoon then said, turning back to you with a teasing grin, “but I don’t know how well you’ll be doing at the drums.”

You narrowed your eyes to a glare. “I might not know how to hit the drums in a rhythm but I still know how to punch you.”

Hajoon chuckled again and pushed himself away from the door, walking over to you - despite the threat of being punched. “Let me show you how to get rid of all your pent up frustration.”

Your breath hitched as your mind immediately wandered to something else.

Again Hajoon raised one eyebrow upon noticing your reaction, a smirk playing over his lips. He stopped right behind you and leaned down to your ear. “Not what I thought of, but I’m not opposed to it either.” His breath fanned over your bare neck as he spoke, making you shiver involuntarily.

You pressed your thighs together, a desperate attempt of taking control over your mind again. Though when you turned your head and your nose brushed along Hajoon’s cheek, the last ounce of control just slipped through your fingers.

“I still wanna punch you”, you exhaled shakily.

Hajoon snickered and shook his head ever so slightly. “Do it with your lips then.” He grinned and tapped with a finger against his cheek.

You narrowed your eyes again and instinctively raised your hand to hit him half-heartedly on the chest, trying to downplay your little grin when Hajoon gasped in mock offence. “I really can’t stand you sometimes.”

“You can always just sit on my lap then.” Hajoon laughed and stepped back, avoiding another hit to his chest. He caught your hand in mid-air and pulled you up into his embrace. “Violent, aren’t we?” Hajoon cupped your cheek, letting his thumb draw soft circles over your skin.

“Only ‘cause you’re teasing me.” You pouted and avoided eye contact.

Hajoon hummed lowly before he leaned down to kiss you. His lips brushed against yours, hesitating for just a split second in case you wanted to pull away. “I only do it ‘cause I love you so much.”

“Now you’re getting cheesy and my urge to punch you spiked up”, you giggled as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him even closer to you - crossing the distance between you and sealing the kiss.

Your missing band members were long forgotten as the two of you deepened the kiss, losing yourselves in the building desire.

Both of you silently agreed then and there band practice would get cancelled, instead wanting to focus on exploring each other in more ways than just kissing.

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melukonova · 8 months

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11:30 PM. YOUR WONDERWALL AWAITS.

xiao x gn! reader, a drabble.

info: dystopian x cyberpunk au, inspiration from progenitor animation with albedo on youtube by dillongoo, the maze runner series & cyberpunk edgerunners!

tw: you are a robot here, minor mentions of injuries as well as blood loss, possible ooc xiao since this is my first time writing him, xiao is emotionally constipated, open ended.

a/n: just a random thing i thought up of while thinking late at night. very short and extremely unedited, just letting my brain run in peace. enjoy~

a normal summer day, that’s all that you were hoping for today and that is the exact opposite of what you were getting currently as you ran away from the fatui, just what was their fascination with you when you were a simple human? so utterly wrong that you were for thinking the simplest thought after being thrown out for the chip that you harbored in your neck, the code to the cure of psychosis that was hidden inside of you by one of the war generals, nahida of wisdom.

you knew that, of course, it would not be long before you were found out as a realistic human ai so you kept running until you were able to find a way to a desolate area. it was rather beautiful, still with the sun around perfectly in place between the rather teal trees. you could tell they were dying slowly, the color of the leaves were turning a slight gray. the crinkles from the leaves that you had made were too great for another person who was here with you. you hadn’t realized that another fatui soldier had snuck up on you as you pulled out your rapier, fast and quick — just as the pace of your running.

leave, begone. i don’t wish to hurt you.

a voice spoke quietly to you before it vanished instantly, it sounds as if it was all around you, like it had owned the domain that you had suddenly entered. were you safe here if it seems less deteriorating than the rest of the world? you came upon an oasis of some kind, away from the fatui at that. your inner thoughts started consuming you once you smelled the fresh air that had been contrasting to your usual murky, smoke filled air. you knew this had turned into some kind of guilty pleasure before you noticed a blade cut your cheek as somebody appeared with the knife in the grass below you.

“i knew it.” he spoke quietly before a lance appeared in his hands, the sharp end of his weapon now starting to dig into your clothes. “what are you doing here, robot? you shouldn’t be able to make it to such a place as my temple.” he glared before released his blade as you let out a small breath of relief. no paradise could be free of punishment for you somehow, right? “K0S-M0S, from the current war, i’ll ask again. what pathetic reason are you here for now?”

you managed to develop a sense of empathy over the years as you tried to come up with several possibly solutions to speak your words. finally, a sound solution to speak to a stranger came to your mind. “i come in peace to run away from the war, i’m tired of being used for the good of mankind. i seek refuge for only an hour to catch my breath.”

the forest green hair male could only chuckle slightly in pity as he swung his blade to face upward next to him. “these ai are getting smart, master zhongli was right about this much. you’ve even gained a personality at that. is that even real blood?”

you then carressed your wound at his words, had something happen to you overnight? this blood was black and perhaps, you were able to bleed finally. you became human without realizing the oil that spilled from your cheek, in shock even — the male could tell. you shook your head for a moment as you sternly look towards him, “that… wasn’t supposed to happen. though, you work for zhongli so i can only expect you have some knowledge of my existence, are you planning to report me?” you stated as you got in a ready stance for fighting.

“master zhongli faked his death several years ago in order to prevent the war from coming here and i, as his protector, have a sworn duty to get rid of outsiders. perhaps if another were here to stop you, you would have been lucky.” he stated before getting in his own ready stance, swiftly attacking… and yet it never came.

“that’s enough general alatus.” a deep voice spoke as the male had almost made a precise point, knowing exactly where each unit had their cores. you had to thank the older gentleman that had saved your life just now. “we have a contract in order to not kill (y/n), they are within safe grounds.” he stated before stepping down each step of the gold and white front of the temple with his hands behind his back as he had a good look at you.

“zhongli… what are you doing here? nahida had said to lay low but i hadn’t been aware that it was this low.” you raised an eyebrow before being knocked to the ground by this ‘general atalus’ as he hit your legs with the back of his lance, just to temporarily put you at a disadvantage.

“i believe that you being here shows enough proof of what nahida can be capable of, the outside was never where you belonged and the fatui is deadset on using you to exploit the process of psychosis quicker with that chip in your neck as well.” zhongli had try his best to give you an explanation with the best of his abilities as the god of contracts before gesturing to his knight in shining armor, “xiao, let’s give our guest a place to rest for a moment. you will be watching over them as they are re-energizing for the day.”

xiao could only sigh at the change of events in his own life to now, he sworn to zhongli that he would do anything in his power to protect the ideals that his master had given him as a goal once the war was over. once xiao wrapped your arm around his own and pulled you close, you both ended up walking up the stairs. he then realized how ineffective it would be before picking you up bridal style — to which you felt your heart beat a bit.

heart?

you had a feeling that there was more than nahida was letting on now. why was this all so realistic all of the sudden? she has too many questions to answer once you got back into the regular world. seeing as now you had a place to sleep again, you decided to take into it and sink yourself into the bed before seeing that you were being watched again.

“what are you staring at? get some rest already.” he stated before looking out towards the night sky, “zhongli said to watch over you so i’m following orders.” he kept his gaze out before you noticed it too, a code written on his neck too, A1ATUS.

sure he was rather rough with his words but you would be in good hands, knowing that this man was a protector in tevyat’s war too and for justice at that. you were able to close your eyes and cuddle up in the blankets, all while xiao had been close by to watch over you and protect you. perhaps he had felt that you and him were rather similar in this world to understand such peace finally?

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once-upon-an-imagine · 3 months

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Works in Progress

Okay, this is literally every single work in progress that I currently have on my drafts!

I am the worst at summaries so I put the literal request underneath each one of them 😊 If it's not here, I didn't get the requests, loves so, let me know 😁

I know it's a lot and I really hope to get all of them up soon, it's gonna take me a while, but they are coming! if you'd like to request a preview of one, go ahead 😊 polls might come back in the future since they seem to be working somehow! I'll also be updating my Masterlists

I would like to thank you all again so much for yyour requests, love and patience!

Steve Harrington

Drabble (Untitled) [Mixing 2 requests]

1. wishingtobeforeveryoung1019 - Hey can I get a Steve and reader imagine where she works with Steve and they both like each other but they don’t realize it. They both think each other are way out of each other’s league. Can be Scoops Ahoy or Family Video, whichever you prefer. Fluffy please 2. Anonymous - Could you write a dialogue for Steve Harrington where the reader works at Scoops Ahoy and Steve and Dustin are in the back talking and Steve tells Dustin how much he likes the reader. Steve says "I really love y/n." and the reader opens the little window and says something like "you know I heard that whole conversation, right?" Steve and Dustin are both really shocked and Dustin runs out the back door, and Steve gets really flustered. And it ends with something really fluffy and cute, and they kiss. You totally don't have to write this, it was just an idea I had.

Ongoing Series - How Will I Know

You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.

Eddie Munson

One-Shot - Alone Together [Mixing 2 requests]

1. mycobrakai1972 - Hello love, me again 😁 but instead of Charlie I have a Eddie request (even through they closed, so if you have to much just keep it for later or if you don’t want to, just ignore my request). So I thought about the reader is to shy to play with the Hellfire Club but she really wants too. And Eddie is thinking about a campaign that he can play only with her like a D&D date night and that has a romantic twist in it? Love your writhing, and look forward to everything that is coming soon. 💗💗💗 2. lunamadhatter99 - Oohhh let me go with Eddie and a shy one😍 Reader is a shy, quiet one, she's always seen (IF she is seen) at the library and there is where our boy notices her, reading basically a book a day. He's a little shy himself, at first, more because he's worried his reputation would scare her, but one day he tries sitting at the same table and... oh boy, when she smiles at him, he's done. He would start slowly: small talk, little glances in the hallway too, making jokes every now and then. To make her feel comfortable, first thing, always. He would start to flirt, careful not to cross any line, but he made her feel so at ease that she. Flirts. Back! But that only means that he need to try try harder to see that sweet blush he loves so much😏

Ongoing Series - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible. Eddie Munson.

Argyle

One-Shot - A Kind of Magic (might become a drabble)

Anonymous - Heyo! I’m the anon who requested the learning disability imagine! Talking specifics, I’ve got major dyscalculia & a bit of dyslexia. Social anxiety also didn’t help being called on in class, but yea 😅 thanks for asking!! 🥹🥹🥹

Dialogue (Untitled)

Anonymous - So I saw your post about shy!reader x anyone and I was wondering if you could do shy!reader x argyle where he introduces you to his friends in Hawkins (the older teens) and reader doesn't have like the best experience meeting new people so their scared and wants to like not see them because they have social anxiety and like he cuddles then I'm the end ( I always need Argyle cuddles)

One-Shot - Cielito Lindo

Not requested - [Byers!Reader] Argyle is staying with your family when his parents are out of town. You know he’s been feeling down because he has to celebrate his birthday without them. So, you try to do something to cheer him up. (Sequel to Build Me Up, Buttercup)

Ongoing Series - (500 Miles)

[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.

Billy Hargrove

One-Shot - Highway To Hell [Munson!Reader]

itslaqueefababy - Hey Idk if you’re taking request but since you have writers block, Maybe a Munson!reader x Billy Hargrove? Eddie and Billy hate each other and there’s a lot of drama and tension whenever they get around each other. It’s gets really annoying and out of control that reader eventually gets fed up and upset that they don’t care how she feels. She gives them the cold shoulder and silent treatment then eventually comes up with the idea to runaway on purpose for them to get along by searching for her and all? Something funny and angsty?

One-Shot - A Little Death [Mixing 2 requests] [This might be Hartington!Reader]

1. Anonymous - Where the reader breaks up with Billy because he has been toxic and Billy goes and tries to find love in other women. But he gets frustrated because they don't touch him (physically and mentally) the way the reader always did. He gets angry trying to teach them but none come close to the actual thing until he gets so frustrated that he crawls back to her and tries everything to fix it. 2. Anonymous - “I feel like I’m falling apart.” with Billy Hargrove?

One-Shot - RIP, Love [Munson!Reader]

Anonymous - Where the reader is known to break hearts. Not because its fun for her but she does it to protect herself and the person. She is convinced that whoever gets close to her heart either ends up hurting her or she ends up hurting them so she always ends it by leaving them - ultimately hurting them before they can hurt her. When Billy starts getting interested in her and she suddenly leaves just when he thought things were going good, he doesn't back down to find out why and once he does he makes it his mission to show her that he is there to stay and protect, despite being known for leaving and destroying. 2. Anonymous - since you are taking requests, could i request a Billy fic with the following prompts from the prompt list you talked about in your latest post ? "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." "Just, please don't leave me." "I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live for me." + "As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you."

Steddie (Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson)

One-Shot - Running Up That Hill (I keep renaming it 😂)

Anonymous - I know you have many request and this one can definitely wait, but maybe Steddie x cursed!reader?? I need some angst and idk if this would help :/ but I understand if you don’t want to! Maybe one where reader bones end up snapping in the attic? It’s like Instead of max being cursed it’s the reader :)

Drabble - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

plk-18 asked - OK first of all i love your work!!! So I don’t know if your requests are still open and I’m really sorry if you already did something like that and I just forgot. But I would love a steddie one-shot, maybe they are not together yet but there is some sexual tension and we have a ‘only-one-bed’ situation👀🤍🤍

One-Shot - A Sunday Kind Of Love

Not requested - For six months, you had been fine with having a secret relationship with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. But that changes when a very special day for you approaches and you want them both by your side and for that to happen, a few rules might get broken.

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Sirius Black

One-Shot - Out of The Woods [Lupin!Reader] (the request focuses more on Remus and the reader so I put it under Remus for now)

Anonymous - ahh your requests are open!! I love that!! but anyway, I could make a request where Remus has a younger sister who is a year or two below him and she discovers the way the Marauders found to help him deal with his problems during the full moons and decides what she wants to do the same for her brother but Remus doesn't allow it and they just fight about it until one night she decides to follow them anyway but ends up getting hurt because she's not an animagus like the rest of the boys? If you can make her be in an established relationship with Sirius I would appreciate it and sorry if I said something wrong this is not my first language

Drabble (Untitled)

oursilversoul - Heyy❤️ could yo write a Sirius black x slytherin reader where they somehow end up dancing together in the Yule ball with an enemies to lovers undertone? Thank you I love you soo much :)

Ongoing Series - Just Give Me A Reason

[Snape!Reader] Coming back for another year in Hogwarts meant you and your brother were away from your worst tormentor. But when your school tormentor finds out about it, things are about to change and you are not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Warning: mentions of abuse)

Remus Lupin

Dialogue (Untitled)

Anonymous - Hiii i don’t know if u are writing now but i’d love to read your take on remus being unconscious for a prolonged amount of time after transformation and fem!reader taking care of him and talking to him. fast forward to him waking up and confessing he heard everything she said while he was sleeping. i just love the way you write and it would be fun to read it!!

Drabble (Untitled for now)

2. Anonymous - HI! Could you do the prompt “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” With Remus Lupin where they're still in school and someone really close to the reader (like someone in their immediate family) died and the reader is miserable and asks Remus not to leave her too? Btw your work is amazing!

Ongoing Series - Too Good At Goodbyes

Twelve years ago, Lily and James Potter were brutally murdered. Twelve years ago, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Twelve years ago Remus Lupin left you to take care of a one-year-old Harry on your own. Twelve years ago Severus Snape was the only person who was there for you. And now, Remus is back to teach at Hogwarts with you, as Harry courses his third year, and Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.

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Charlie Weasley

She Is Love (One-Shot) [Mixing 2 requests]

1. Anonymous - something about a shy reader, who's friends with the twins. Charlie and the reader have a crush on each other and he loves to see her blush and get all nervous, so it's like his mission to make her blush a lot, she kinda likes it though. But when someone else does try to tease the reader, not in a comfortable way, unfortunately, Charlie comes to the rescue and later on confesses his feelings. 2. Anonymous - I am begging for Charlie kissing shy!reader for the first time please

One-Shot - I'm Yours [Mixing 2 requests]

1. Anonymous - One where he gets jealous because of how close you’ve always been to Fred and George, even though Charlie really has nothing to worry about. 2. Anonymous - I have a dialogue request for Charlie Weasley and “Pay attention to me” where maybe the reader is friends with the twins and she’s having a ‘situation’ with charlie that no one knows about?

Drabble (Untitled)

Anonymous - Hi friend! Can I interest you in a dialog prompt for Charlie Weasley and “I’m sorry but I love you and I’m not going anywhere?”

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Evan Buckley

Drabble or One-Shot (Untitled)

Anonymous - Could I request a Buck x plussize reader? One where someone says something mean about the reader and buck defends her and comforts her after? Idk I just feel like I need some buck fluff in my life 😂

Drabble or One-Shot - Late Night Talking

Anonymous - Can you write a Buck x reader fic where they both work at the 118 and are really good friends. They both have a crush on each other. One night reader comes to visit him at his apartment because she doesn't want to go home(she still lives with her parents and they have a argument or something) Buck is happy to see her but also knows that something is wrong. They spend some time together and maybe there is a love confession at the end.

Eddie Diaz

Drabble or One-Shot - Cramps

Anonymous - One being eddie and the reader are going about they're day. Reader feels unwell but thinks nothing of it until they get back from a call/at the end of one and reader has appendicitis so they rush her to the hospital? Eddie is there when she wakes up and looks after her.

Drabble or One-Shot - Proposal

Anonymous - eddie is planning to propose to reader and he's all fluffy and cute about it?? Maybe gets Chris involved and the team are congratulating them? All fluffy and cute again.

#steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #argyle imagine #billy hargrove imagine #steddie imagine #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #charlie weasley imagine #theodore nott imagine #evan buckley imagine #eddie diaz imagine #stranger things imagine #marauders imagine #harry potter imagine #9-1-1 imagine

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