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Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader 18+ V-Day One Shot)

“Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why.

Pairing: Toxic Ex!Eren Jaeger x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Possessive & Obsessive!Eren; Sexual Tension; Alcohol & Marijuana Use; Drunk/High Sex; Dubcon/R*pe; Coercion; Cheating; MDom!Eren x fsub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Messy Pussy-Eating; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Eren Got A Big Ol' Dick; Tattoos & Piercings Kink; (a little) Plug!Eren; Dirty Talk; Reader Cums 3x; Daddy Kink; Cum-Drunk!Reader; Eren Dickmatizes You; Dumbification; Cumshot; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: MY FIRST EREN FIC!!! EVERYBODY GET UP & CLAP!!! This is some very nasty, manipulative, lowdown, dirty, toxic sh!t as a warning. Something about Eren being a total dick is kinda hot to me lol. Enjoy!! 😘😘 -Jazz

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‘Oh, no,’ you think. The only thought you’ve had since you laid eyes on him seconds before.

Out of all of the places you would think of running into him, you never thought it would be here on this day of all days.

Your ex. Sitting at the bar. And not just any ex: your very toxic ex whom you broke up with five years ago because of his said ‘toxicity’. He is also the man you used to be head over heels for. Like completely head-in-the-clouds, singing-in-the-mirror in love with this man who happens to be the most obsessive, jealous, and emotionally unavailable man you have ever met. 

And unfortunately for you, also the man who gave you the best dick you have ever had in your life. 

As soon as you see him sitting at the bar nursing a Gin & Tonic, his veiny hand adorned with rings and ink that he always thought looked so much better wrapped around your neck, it is like being smacked dead in the face. Every one of the features that you adored–his shoulder-length black hair; his angular side profile; the piercings glittering in his ears, pink bottom lip, and right eyebrow–is like being shell-shocked over and over again. 

“Oh, my God,” you blurt. You cannot stop yourself from saying it as you sit four tables away from him in the expensive restaurant you both occupy. The decor is adorned with red, pink, and white flowers, fine white tablecloths, and hanging lamps that glow a dim, romantic red for Valentine’s Day. You wore your favorite slim, sexy red dress for the occasion, but right now, you feel anything but sexy. 

Your date and long-term boyfriend looks up from his menu, his forest-green eyes etched in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

He, too, wore his Valentine’s Day best–a red sweater paired with an Armani blazer, designer slacks, and red bottom shoes. His hair, black and curly, is slicked back to show off his handsome features fit for a model…or a male nurse. Kaido is well-wanted at his job by almost every woman working in his hospital due to his dashing good looks and body worthy of drooling over, but as far as you’re concerned, he is tied down to you.

“O-Oh, nothing!” you immediately squeak, nervously laughing it off. Quickly, you come up with a lie to avoid explaining to Kaido about your ex whom you never told him about. “Sorry, I just saw a coworker and I can’t believe he’s here. He’s always an asshole to me.” You giggle again, hoping that this will help make things light, easy, and not at all awkward even though your body feels like it’s in fight or flight mode. 

But it has the opposite effect. Immediately, Kaido begins looking around for him. “Really? Where is he? Maybe he needs to meet me.” You resist the urge to lurch across the table and cover his eyes. “No, no, Kaido, don’t! He’s an asshole to everyone.” 

Kaido tuts, angrily taking a sip of the complimentary champagne you were given prior to sitting down before getting up, causing his chair to skid across the floor. The old couple sitting behind him stares at him in irritation. “Well, nobody treats my girl like that. You both work together, so—“ 

“Kaido, please stop,” you quietly huff, flushing with embarrassment. “You always do this.” Your boyfriend stares at you, alarmed. “Always do what?” 

“Try to prove yourself to me,” you answer, irritation evident in your tone. “You don’t have to go out of your way to do that all the time.” You know it isn’t fair to get upset with him. It isn’t his fault that your ex-boyfriend has left you so shaken. 

Kaido, still standing, scowls at you, offended. “So you’re mad because I want to defend you and be a good boyfriend to you?” 

“No, that’s not…” Your words die in your throat, your heart pounding furiously in your chest. Now you feel horrible though there aren’t lies in your statement. Since you’ve been dating for over two years, Kaido has always gone out of his way to prove to you and himself that he is a great partner, somehow upping the last thing every single time. 

Expensive gifts that you feel obligated to take. Romantic dates that you feel guilty for him taking you on. Constant phone calls and text messages that you often find yourself getting tired of receiving. You feel horrible for all of it because Kaido is such a sweet man. You couldn’t ask for anything more…could you? 

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, moving your hand across the table to grab his. “I don’t wanna fight. I just don’t want to ruin tonight with bullshit like….him.” Your eyes flit across the room at Eren who licks the contents of his drink off of his upper lip, his tongue ring glinting in the dim, red light. The venom in your tone is evident. 

Kaido’s eyes soften and he interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry too. I just love you, Y/N, y’know?” He gives you a smile that is so adoring that it pains you. “I really do.” 

You feel that familiar lump at the mention of the L-word fill your throat, making it hard to even smile. “I—“ 

“And here are your drinks!” The waitress has returned with your drinks, acting as an angel who has come to save you in your hour of need. “A Moscow Mule and a glass of our finest wine.” She lowers your Moscato down in front of you, crisp and ready to be consumed. “Are you ready to order?” she asks, taking her notepad out. 

“Yes!” you immediately chirp, digging into your menu for appetizers and a main course. It is the perfect distraction from having to lie to Kaido and say “I love you”. 

Though you and Kaido have been together for two years, first meeting when you came in for nausea pills after a stomach flu, you haven’t said the L-word to him yet. He said it last year after he took you to your city’s annual Christmas lights festival and confessed under the most beautiful blue and white lights you’ve seen in your life. It was magical. It was romantic. It was the absolute wrong time. 

“You don’t have to say it back yet,” he said, noticing your saddened and guilty expression. “Just tell me when you’re ready.” But you haven’t been ready for over two years now. And you’re not sure if you ever will. You care so deeply for Kaido, but you don’t think you’re in love with him. You can’t see him in your life forever the way you should. 

Not like a certain someone. After you order your food, Kaido is busy putting in his order when you take a sip of your Moscato. You already had a glass of champagne, so maybe more alcohol isn’t a good idea because your eyes begin trailing. And they trail right over to Eren. 

He looks so different yet the same. It is an odd mixture, but regardless, he still gives you the same butterflies that feel so new to you. You don’t think you even got butterflies when you first started dating Kaido. They are the same stupid, annoying, fluttery tingles that you got when you met Eren for the first time. 

And then he turns and looks at you. Those intoxicating, enchanting, sinful teal eyes lock onto yours from across the restaurant. And instantly, you are taken back to five years ago when it was just him and you, and nothing else. 

You were young and naive as one is during their first year of college. You were overworked and underpaid at your little part-time job to pay for school, so your friend introduced you to her plug. She walked you to Eren’s dorm where he answered his door in nothing but gray sweats with Paramore blasting in the background. He had less tattoos then, but was still everything your parents didn’t like: cool, aloof, didn’t give a single fuck, and sold weed to put himself through college and fund his tattoo business. 

“Hey, Eren!” your friend greeted. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s looking to buy a dime bag.” Her plug took one lazy look at you, his eyes rolling up your body, and you felt supremely exposed in your thin cardigan and hip-hugging jeans. As if noticing he got you, he smiled his award-winning Eren smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice silky. “Lemme get you two a drink.” 

After that day, he was in your phone as your personal weed plug. The more you started visiting his dorm and the more he showed up at yours delivering personal baggies of weed, the more you got to know each other. It didn’t take long for the attraction to bloom and soon, you were falling hard for the boy. 

He was your first love. The one you wanted to be with forever. You felt so safe in his arms, snuggled up in his dorm during free periods, catching the smoke rings he would make with his mouth between your lips. He gave you your first tattoo–a tiny heart between your breasts. “So I’m there forever,” he whispered, kissing you gently as he laid numbing cream on the fresh tattoo. 

Eren was always has good of a dick plug as he was a weed plug and tattoo artist. He gave you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. There were plenty times you skipped classes to get put into his mattress instead, filling his walls with the sound of your moans and the headboard knocking against the wall. When you broke up, your nights were filled with endless fantasies of his long, fat dick in your mouth and filling up your aching pussy, making you delirious enough to want to call him. 

But Eren was also very toxic, jealous, and possessive. All to the point where it drove you crazy. He hated when you wore revealing clothes. He shot shady glances at men that even looked your way. He couldn’t stand any of your male friends and made it clear that you were his by leaving love bites on your neck. He would show up to your job or while you were out with friends, completely unannounced and uninvited. 

You often got into fights over this which ended up hot, mindblowing sex that often fizzled out all of your anger…until one night a month before you graduated uni. After dating on and off for four years throughout school, you and Eren came to a standstill as graduation approached and you snagged your dream position in a city two hours away from home. 

That was the night you broke up with Eren after a dick appointment. You didn’t tell him the news until after you got your nut. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t a good idea because of course, Eren was pissed. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the sex?” he scoffed, sitting on the edge of your bed in his boxers. 

“I didn’t know how, Eren,” you argued, sitting naked under your sheets. “As soon as you got here, you had your dick out!” That’s when the argument started, heated and loud, and that’s when you realized that you had to end your chapter with him right there. 

That made Eren even angrier. “You’re actin’ like I can’t come over there to visit you,” he snapped as you hastily got dressed. “Or I can just move there! Do you not want me there?” He gave you that hurt look that often got you feeling guilty, but you couldn’t do it anymore. 

“Don’t do that, Eren, please,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I just don’t want for you to have to give up your life here just for something that may not work.” 

Realizing your mistake, your stomach lurched. But it was too late: Eren was wounded. “Why wouldn’t it?” he asked, his voice small and distant. You hurt him. You stood there, feeling like you were holding the gun and he was the target. “Because….because….” 

Because you’re toxic. Possessive. Jealous. Dangerous for me because of that dick.

“Because I want a fresh start,” you lied. “And I can’t do that if I’m tied to you.” 

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, the anger radiating off of him in waves. “Tied to me?” he parroted, scoffing with a dry laugh. “So what? I’m like some kind of dead weight you need to get rid of?” You looked away, unable to see the hurt in his eyes. “Fine then,” he deadpaned, “but you know you won’t forget me. And I won’t forget you either, Y/N.” 

And you never did. When he left that night, he took all of the joy and love with him. Even though he called and texted you for days after, you never answered, instead drowning yourself in finals and arrangements to move. After some time, the contact stopped and you went your separate ways. You never heard from or saw Eren again…until now. Now that you’ve moved back home and met a new man, here he is again.

“Let’s exchange gifts!” Kaido suddenly exclaims. You blink, pulled out of your memories, and look down to see a white box in front of you. Quickly, you fish his gift out of your bag and pass it to him with the brightest smile you can muster. “You can open yours first.” 

Kaido grins and opens the tiny red gift bag, fishing the digital Amazon watch out of it. “It’s not quite an Apple Watch, but it’s close! You can download apps on it and it checks your blood pressure.” You wanted to buy the most pricey gift you could afford, hoping to accommodate for all of the expensive gifts he has given you. 

Kaido cocks his head to the side like you’re a cute little puppy. “You’re too cute,” he tuts. “Now open mine!” You take a sip of wine before doing so and your smile drops at the sight of the 24k gold chain sitting inside the box. “Kaido,” you gasp. “Is it–” 

“Real?” he chuckles, smiling proudly at you. “Yes, baby, it is. Let me put it on you.” He moves from his seat and comes behind you, gingerly taking the chain from the box to fasten it around your neck. As he does, Eren turns in his stool and watches, sipping on his Gin & Tonic. His face is unreadable and that angers you. Why is he even looking? Why is he even here? 

And why the hell do you care? 

Kaido’s hands brush your neck as he finishes and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just like I knew it’d be. Now, everyone knows that you’re mine.” Eren sips his drink again and the corner of his lips lift in a crooked smile. The same smirk that melted you. 

Suddenly, you are overwhelmed. The restaurant has become too hot and too small. You feel like a giant Alice in a too-small room after eating the wrong cookie. Once Kaido sits down, you stand up like your ass is on fire. “U-Um…I’m gonna go pee real quick,” you say. “This wine is goin’ right through me.” You give Kaido a quick reassuring kiss on the lips before you make a beeline to the bathroom…but you don’t go in. 

Instead, you find the nearest exit and go out for some much-needed fresh air. The air is bitter cold, tinged with winter, but you let it cool your clammy skin in your red cocktail dress. Standing on the restaurant’s patio, you breathe in and out slowly, calming yourself. In and out…in and out…in– 

“Cold out here,” a familiar voice comments. “Where’s your coat?” The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Of course, Eren follows you the very moment you’re alone. Of course, you’re the only two out here. 

You shouldn’t turn around, but you do. Like some kind of dark angel, he stands in the silvery glow of the moonlight, the light washing over his porcelain skin, black sweater, and jeans. 

His name is inked on your tongue just like the tattoo he gave you, still implanted between your cleave: “Eren.” You don’t say it happily or with venom. You just say it. 

But it’s enough to get Eren to smile. “Hey, you,” he greets you. “It’s been a long time.” You hate that he speaks to you as if you’re old friends. You’re not. “Why are you out here?” you scoff. Eren’s handsome face turns cold. “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me after five years and actin’ like you ain’t know me in there?” 

Here we fucking go. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here,” you say, your tone firm. 

He shrugs, placing one inked hand in his pocket. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. You looked…startled, ‘specially when dude gave you that pretty chain.” He digs a Marbolo box out of his pocket. He still smokes after all of this time. When he lights that damn thing and his pink lips form an O around a smoke ring, you realize that you still find it attractive after all of this time as well. 

The air is silent yet tense between you with unsaid words. “So you’re back in the city,” he states, his eyes gleaming at you. “When’d you come back? I thought you left for that big girl job.” 

“I did, but it didn’t work out, so I came home last year.” You notice that his jaw is tight. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” you accusingly ask, squinting at him. 

Eren scoffs as if the idea is preposterous. “Why would I be? We haven’t talked in, like, five years. Things changed…clearly.” He takes another drag of his smoke, blowing a steady stream out into the cold air. 

“What does that mean?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from becoming agitated. What the hell is he getting at here? He passively shrugs like it should be obvious. “I just meant you’ve got a new man. He seems nice.” You sense bitterness, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t feel like turning this into something heated. 

“So what of you?” you question, leaning against the wooden bar of the patio. “You still at the tattoo shop? Are you seein’ anyone new now?” 

Eren smirks at you, quirking his pierced brow. “Well, aren’t you interested?” he chuckles. Still a teasing shit. You turn to leave, but he stops you with a hand on your elbow. “Hey, hey, I’m just kidding! I own the shop now and no, nobody new. I was seein’ someone for about two years, but it didn’t work out.” 

You stare at him closely, trying to decode if he’s telling the truth or not…but then again, Eren was never a liar. A toxic asshole, yes, but never a liar. “So what happened?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself (and your hard nipples from the frigid air). “Did you do something? Did she?” 

Eren shakes his head like you got it wrong and flicks his cig down on the ground. “Nah, it was a joint decision.” Knowing you need more meat than that, he sighs and snubs his cigarette out under his foot. “She thought I wasn’t the relationship type,” he explains with a dry smile on his face. 

‘You weren’t,’ you think. ‘You still aren’t. That was why we broke up.’ You wonder briefly if he was as toxic with the mystery ex as he was with you. You wonder if he was as possessive and damn near yandere with her as he was with you the entirety of your relationship. 

Eren gives you a strange look, his teal eyes turning into slits as he squints at you. You lean back a bit, alarmed and confused by his sudden interest in your face. “I’m detecting somethin’,” he points out. “You wanna talk about this?” He doesn’t elaborate on what he means by ‘this’, but he doesn’t have to. The last thing you want to talk about is anything about your or his new relationships. “Not really,” you huff. “Sorry, but I need to go.”  

You know the more you are out here with him, the worse this situation will get. But as you go to pass him to enter the restaurant again, Eren gently grabs your hand. You whip around, trying to tug yourself away. “What are you doing?” you demand. “Eren, don’t.” 

But he doesn’t let go and his firm yet burning expression tells you that he isn’t letting anything go. “You don’t really love that guy,” he says, accusingly so. “I can tell. The minute he put that necklace on you, you looked like you wanted to hide under the table and never come back out.” 

You glare daggers at him, angered. “How dare you?” you hiss, ripping your hand from his. “You don’t know me anymore, Eren, and you clearly didn’t know me back then! I was looking for real, genuine love, but you clearly couldn’t give me that ‘cause of your shit. You’ve got issues.” 

Eren’s eyes flash with something that you can’t decipher, but you know it ain’t nice. “And you don’t?” he scoffs. “You’re sittin’ there pretendin’ to play ‘love-struck girlfriend’ with a dude you ain’t even in love with. I could see it a mile away.” He moves closer to you until he is practically looming over you, making your heart jump. “You forget I know you, Y/N: I know your body too well.” 

He gently traces a finger down your arm, sending goose pimples all over you. “Get off,” you whisper-hiss. You shove him by his chest and he lets you, stepping away to allow you space. “I’m not doing this with you. Ever.” Quickly, you yank open the door and head back into the restaurant, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know he is still staring at you as you retreat, but you don’t dare look back. 

Even when you sit back down with Kaido, your body won’t relax and you still feel on edge. You barely even notice that your food is here. Kaido looks up from his sea bass, worried. “Hey, that was a long trip,” he comments. “You alright?” You grip your wine and take a much-needed sip to calm your nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I just–” 

And then suddenly, your ex is there again. You see his tatted hand by your shoulder, holding the arm of your chair, and you nearly jump out of your skin. His arrival is like a damn jumpscare in a horror movie, smile and all. “Don’t mean to interrupt the V-Day date here,” he chuckles, standing among you and Kaido. “Just wanted to say it’s nice to see you again, Y/N, and I’m glad you’re happy.” 

His smile is supposed to be kind and warm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know: he still isn’t over you and he intends to make himself known to your new man. You sit as rigid as a board, unable to breathe properly. Kaido confusedly looks between you and Eren. “Who’s this, babe?” he asks, all innocent and cluseless. But you can’t say it. You can’t even breathe. “I’m Eren,” your ex replies, holding a hand out to Kaido. “An old friend of hers.” The two men firmly shake. “We go waaay back, don’t we, Y/N?” 

Eren turns to you, his smile turning into a crooked, teasing smirk that makes you want to toss your Moscato in his face. “Uh…yeah,” you squeak. “It was nice to see you again.” You offer him a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He slowly moves towards you and bends down, making your blood pressure shoot through the roof. 

“You too,” he whispers and his lips ghost your cheek in a slight kiss. His hand rests somewhere at his side, undetectable. Though you try to fight it, his lips and the closeness of his body brings your entire body to life and you suddenly feel things that Kaido–your Kaido–has never made you feel before. 

Eren then straightens and gives a respectful nod to Kaido. “Enjoy your dinner.” And like a thief in the night, he is gone, walking towards the bar to grab his leather jacket and leaving the restaurant. You watch him, your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as your body burns…and your pussy aches. “Well, he had some cool ink,” Kaido laughs. “Those gages were gruesome though.”

He goes back to eating his dinner like everything is normal while his girlfriend is sitting across from him, aroused for another man. Roughly swallowing more wine, you take your napkin from the table and unfold it to lay in your lap. As you do, a folded piece of paper tumbles out of your napkin and into your lap. 

You already know how it got there. With shaky hands, you unfold it and read the note written there for you, including a phone number: 

If you decide you want a real romantic night, call me. I know you deleted my number. – Love Always, Your Best

You nearly throw up the rest of your dinner as you stare at Eren’s handwriting. You barely can swallow your food despite the tiny pieces you cut it up in. Luckily, dinner ends abruptly because Kaido gets irritated by the drunk businessmen sitting at the bar behind him and pays the tab. 

By the this time, you’ve drunk more than you chewed, so the wine and champagne are making you feel bubbly, light, and sexy. You hang onto Kaido’s shoulder as he walks you outside, your trench wrapped tightly around you. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” you purr. “I have dessert back at my place…and ice cream.” 

Kaido turns to you, his eyes alight from your secret meaning. You smile and lean in for a kiss to coax him back to your apartment, but his ringtone stops you. Irritated, Kaido swears and pulls it out of his pocket, becoming more agitated at the message there. “Shit,” he huffs. “M’sorry, babe, but that’s the office. They want me to come in for a last-minute triage.” 

You blink at him, confused. “But I thought you were free tonight. You took off for the day, right?” That is what he told you at the beginning of the week when he made the reservations. Kaido gives you a sheepish look and you realize he “bended” the truth. “Only for a few hours,” he sighs. “I didn’t think they’d need me.” 

You can already feel disappointment twisting in your gut. “But it’s Valentine’s Day,” you argue. “Why are you going to work on a day meant for us?” 

Kaido sighs, already sounding irritated with you. “Babe, I’m sorry, but don’t get so worked up. You shouldn’t feel too bad…I mean, things are still one-sided between us.” 

You detect the switch-up in his tone immediately. “What does that mean?” you scoff. Kaido looks away, refusing to look at you, but that sour expression stays locked on his face. “What?” you push. “Because I haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet?” Kaido doesn’t answer nor does he look at you. Those actions are all the answers you need: he is angry you haven’t uttered those three little words yet.

Suddenly, tonight feels like shit and so do you. “Kaido, I told you before: I care about you so deeply, but it’s too early for me,” you say, exasperated. “I’ll only say it when I’m ready.” 

“Then when will that be?” he demands, finally looking at you. The hurt in them is clear. “It’s been a year, Y/N! How long do you need to know that you love someone?” You are stunned into silence and suddenly, you feel like crying. How could he spur this on you now of all nights? 

Kaido’s phone rings again and he sighs, running a hand through his curly hair. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” 

You don’t say anything to him, too afraid of breaking out into sobs or cussing him out. Instead, you stay quiet as he drives you home and it is by far the most uncomfortable moment you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never been so happy to be in your crib alone when Kaido leaves after dropping you off. 

You kick off your heels, drape your coat over the couch, and slump on the couch. You feel trashy. Unsexy. Lonely. The alcohol only intensifies your shitty feelings until you want to crawl out of yourself and hide. So what do you do instead of taking your ass to bed? You dig Eren’s note out of your pocket, which you kept instead of throwing away, and get your phone…but you stop from dialing his number. 

‘Don’t do it,’ a tiny voice in your head says. The voice of reason. Your thumb hovers above your phone screen as you teeter-totter between right and wrong. 

In the end, you ignore the voice of reason, the loneliness and wine speaking for you, and dial his number. You put your phone on speaker, not wanting to fuck up your makeup and wait in anticipation for the ringing to stop. After the fourth one, it does. “Hello?” he asks. His silky voice fills your living space. 

“It’s me,” you exhale. You can’t even speak properly. After all of these years, he has this effect on you still? “I know,” he replies and you wonder if he’s been anticipating your call. “How you doin’? You okay?” You pause for a moment, your muddled mind not processing the situation properly. 

“You wanna come over?” The words fly out of you before you can stop yourself. Eren pauses for a moment and the silence is so damn loud. “Do you want me to come over, Y/N?” he asks. Once again, the very dangerous word flies out of you: “Yes.” 

Eren inhales slightly as if he can’t believe you’re agreeing to this. You can’t believe it either. “Tell me the address,” he demands, his tone heady with need. You tell him and you can hear his car keys jingling. “I’ll be there in ten.” And then the call is done. You sit there, wondering what the hell just happened, and what the hell you just did. 

You just invited your very toxic ex over to your place. On Valentine’s Day. The reality about how bad you fucked up hits you like a truck. You need to stop this. You need to call him back right now and– 

Ding-dong! Your Ring alerts you to someone at your door and your pulse jumps. Ten minutes passed already? Slowly, you get up from the couch and walk over to the door, your feet softly padding across the hardwood. “Who is it?” you ask. 

“Who do you think?” Eren replies, a smile in his voice. “I’m here to rob you.” You briefly contemplate leaving the door shut, but you open it anyway. There he stands in his clothes from tonight, holding a bottle of watermelon margarita mix. “I brought some stuff for the occasion.” He slips a Ziploc bag out of his pocket. Inside it are papers, a lighter, and a small baggie of marijuana. 

You stare nervously at the smoke contents and then at him. Noticing your reluctance, Eren frowns. “I’m not gon’ do anythin’, Y/N. I’m not here for none of that…just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He patiently stands there, letting you decide for yourself whether to let him in or not. Finally, against your better judgment, you open your door wider and allow him to step inside, his cologne curling into your nostrils. 

For the next thirty minutes, you and Eren drink and get high as kites. He places his shoes by the door and makes himself at home on your couch before rolling a blunt on your coffee table. You watch his expert fingers roll, twist, and pinch as you sip on a glass of the sweet, tequila-infused margarita mix, becoming drunker and drunker with every sip and suddenly wanting Eren to lick you the way he licks the blunt closed. 

After that, you pass the blunt back and forth between one another, talking about the past and giggling about stupid shit. The tension in the room ebbs as the air becomes thick with the scent of pungent weed and the sound of Daniel Caesar playing from your Amazon Echo sitting in your kitchen. It is as if things never changed between you two. Things are still the same, but better because you’re both adults now. 

Eren sits back into the cushions, puffing on the blunt. “So what happened?” he asks. His teal eyes are slitted and slightly red from the smoke fumes. You know you’re not that much hotter. You feel like you’re falling out of your dress. “He went to work tonight, so I got mad, so we had a public fight.” You shrug, sipping your drink while Eren pulls a disgusted face. “He went to work on Valentine’s Day? I’ve never done that to anyone before.” Smoke billows from between his pierced lips as he passes you the blunt. “How’d you even meet him?” 

You roll your eyes, but tell him anyway as you take a puff of the blunt. The smoke and the alcohol have begun to make you feel looser. So loose that you could lose the dress if you wanted to. “That’s so clichè,” he laughs. “Super corny…but you always did like that cutesy shit. It’s one of the reasons why I loved you so much.” 

You don’t stumble on the L-word like you would’ve if you were sober. “That was a looong time ago,” you chuckle. You go to pass the blunt to him but nearly spill your glass on yourself. “Whoops, careful, baby,” he says, laying a hand on your back to help you. “You nearly spilled that on your couch.” 

You make the mistake of looking at him then and suddenly, you realize just how handsome Eren is: a sharp jawline with an angular-shaped face, soft lips, and intoxicating eyes. He’s so close. His gaze falls to your lips as his Adam’s Apple bobs and it snaps you back into reality. 

“No,” you gasp, pushing yourself away from him. “This was a bad idea. You should go.” you nearly stumble as you stand, but you manage to save yourself. “What?” he asks, confused. “But I just got here. I thought we were talkin’.” 

“We did talk,” you snap, moving to the door. “Now you need to go before…” You stop talking before you say something that will get you in trouble. Instead, you turn the knob to your door, but Eren’s hand stops you. You gasp and turn around, realizing that he somehow transitioned from the couch to you in a few seconds. “Before what?” he pushes. “Before you do somethin’ you know you wanna do?” 

He looms over you, his hand on your wrist, completely in your personal space. “Eren, don’t,” you whisper. “Please leave.” You try to twist yourself away from him, but his other hand holds your waist. “I can’t,” he murmurs. “Not until you admit that I’m what you need. You know you don’t love that guy.” Because you’re so short, he bends his knees slightly to reach you, his lips ghosting your cheek. “He can’t make you feel how I can.” 

He presses a kiss there that electrifies you. Those electric kisses travel down to your neck, sensitive and personal. “Eren,” you weakly moan. “Don’t do this.” You press your hands to his chest, wanting to push him away, but your body is too weak. Too tired. “Don’t push me away, baby,” he sighs. “Don’t deny yourself.” 

And then his lips, soft and slightly cold from lip piercing, are on yours. His kiss is deep. Passionate. Personal. It makes your heart explode and your mind melt into a puddle—not at all how Kaido’s kisses are. They are just as addictive as they were in the past. And so you kiss him back. Your fingers clench his shoulders as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the globes over the fabric. 

“I fucking hate you,” you growl. He smirks against your lips, gently sucking on your bottom lip. 

“No, you don’t,” he replies. And you don’t. You can’t. And you hate that. Despite all of his bullshit, you still love his kiss. His touch. His sex. 

He pulls you close to him, making you feel the bulge pressing against his jeans. You gasp against his lips, a spark of pleasure exploding in your core. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his lips coating your throat. His teeth graze there, leaving little lovebites that you’ll surely cuss him out for later. “Fuck me,” you beg. “And then leave.” 

He pulls away, his eyes ablaze with lust, and slams his mouth against yours again. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?” he mutters against your lips. 

Suddenly, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms are intertwined around his shoulders as he carries you to your bedroom, his footsteps quick in stride. Your tongues swirl and your lips caress one another as you kiss, indulging in each other’s taste and the moans you give and receive. Finally, Eren makes it to your bedroom and slams the door shut with the back of his foot before placing you on the edge of your bed. 

Everything moves in flashes like some kind of movie with scenes missing: your dress comes off; your bra is unclasped and replaced with Eren’s hands massaging and molding your tits; his shirt comes off, exposing his muscles, pierced, tan nipples, and scatterings of tattoos adoring his porcelain skin. His eyes are ablaze with lust as he kneels before you between your thighs, his big hands massaging them. “Lemme see you,” he murmurs. 

Slowly, your knees part, and your pussy is exposed to him. A slow smirk stretches across his lips as he gazes up at you. No panties. You were planning this but Kaido, but you guess your ex works too. “God, I’ve missed this,” he sighs. “Look how wet she is fa’ me.” 

He takes two fingers and swirls them over your clit before moving down over your slit, gentle yet effective. You gasp at the soft contact, pleasure exploding all over your body. “Eren, c’mon,” you whine. “Please.” His gaze darkens, damn near feral, as he opens your legs wider, pinning them apart. “Don’t move,” he demands and then he’s diving down between your thighs. 

One thing about Eren that you always loved is how he eats pussy. He goes crazy with your shit, alternating between long, slow licks and quick lashes against your clit that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. His magical, wet mouth and soft lips suckle on the needy button of your clit, soaking your pussy in his saliva that he slurps back up with no problem or disgust. When his tongue finally dips back between your slit, you nearly lose it. “F-Fuck!” you gasp. “Eren, yes! Go deeper!” 

Your fingers grasp his long, black locks for dear life, pushing him deeper into your pussy. But he manages to look up to give you a cocky smile. “If you’re louder for me, sure.” Smug motherfucker.

He continues to give you long strokes of his tongue, the cold metal of his piercing melting against the hot, wet, spongy walls of your pussy and somehow making everything more sensitive. “Fuck, please!” you sob. “Please, please fuckin’ give it to me!”

Tears soak your lashes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. This feels too good. It’s almost painful. Eren smiles and proceeds to tongue-fuck you, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he dips his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Your moans bounce off of the walls, loud and brazen, unable to be contained. Eren pulls away with a moan as he gazes down at your glittering, sobbing wet pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans against your clit. “She’s mine, isn’t she? Only mine?” 

Smack! “Oh!” you gasp as his hand comes down onto your clit, smacking it hard. “Fuckin’ tell me what I wanna hear,” he growls. “Tell me that this pussy is mine.” Smack! Smack! You buck from the pleasurable sting, nearly cumming from his calloused palm wetly smacking your cunt. 

“I-It’s yours!” you gasp. “It’s yours, Daddy, I swear!” 

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now cum for me so I can finally fuck that mouth.” He goes right back to tonguing you down with a mission, swiping his nose against your clit as he eats you out so good that you see stars. He moves his jaw with every intention of making you cum. “Do it, mama,” he begs, his words slightly muffled by your sticky cunt. “Cum for me. Give it all to me.” 

And you do. You can’t help it. You are controlled by him like a puppet is by her master and with every string he pulls, he makes you gush around his tongue. He greedily moans and laps at all of the cream you give him, gulping it down like a starved man as you moan and call his name to the ceiling, massaging your tits in the throes of your pleasure as you do. 

When you finally calm and your back straightens from its arch, Eren pulls away, his lips shining with your juices. “Missed that shit,” he sighs. “Missed you so much.” He bends down to swoop you up in a deep, messy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself. When he pulls away, he is as feral and demanding as he was before. “Sit up, take off my clothes, and open that pretty mouth up fa’ me.” 

Despite your brain still trying to reboot from that orgasm and your limbs feeling like spaghetti, you still do as he says. You sit up on the bed and allow him to kneel in front of you, his crotch right in your face. He watches as you peel off his pants and underwear while he toes off his socks, soon leaving himself completely naked. You admire his toned muscles, your hands gliding down his stomach to his V-line and muscular thighs. Oh, how you’ve missed his body. 

And how you’ve really missed his cock. He is so hung. So long. So curved, the tip nearly kissing his lower stomach. With a crooked smile, he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock and gently taps it against your chin. Just how you like it. Your jaw falls open and your tongue rolls out, allowing him to tap his head, sticky with pre, against it.

“You remember how I like it, mama?” he asks. “Or do I need to refresh your memory?” 

More or less, you do need a memory jogger. But once he’s got that big, long, beautiful cock in your mouth, you are taken back to your dorm years when you used to bob your head for your life giving him top between free periods. His dick stretches out your mouth just the way you remember as he settles on your tongue, his hips slowly rolling against your chin. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he moans. “Fuckin’ fuck, I’ve missed this pretty mouth.” He peers down at you with those teal eyes, one hand in your hair while the other cascades down between your open thighs. “Wanna take me deeper, ma? Think my fingers will help you?” 

You feel his long fingers prying your pussy lips open and slipping between them to glide along your slit. You moan around Eren’s cock as your pussy pulses and throbs in pleasure, the act somehow making your jaw stretch wider. His fingers then slip into your slippery, velvety-soft pussy while he sinks his cock deep into your throat. “Mmmm!” you moan, the pathetic sound muffled by his cock. 

He grins as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and causing spit to drip down your chin as he fingers you. “That’s it: moan around my cock, baby. I can hear you just fine.” He smirks, curling his fingers upward and making your toes curl as pleasure shocks you to your core. “I can hear somethin’ else too. You’re so fuckin’ wet…” 

You concur, your ears perking at the sound of his fingers squelching inside of your sloppy pussy that just keeps drooling and creaming around his long, inked fingers. His cock is just as drenched in your mouth, making wet sounds every time he plunges into your throat, his balls flush against your chin. Every saccharine moan and grunt that leaves his lips pushes you closer to the edge of another orgasm that ripples on the surface. 

Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to stroke it furiously in your face, entranced by your moans as he finger-fucks you. “E-Eren!” you warn. “Eren, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” 

Suddenly, the pleasure ceases as he slips his fingers, slick with your juices, out of you. “Uh-uh,” he growls. “Not yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He brings his fingers up to your mouth and you obediently suck on them, rolling your tongue around his digits. “I’m not finished with you yet, baby, and I know you’re not finished with me.” 

He takes you and tosses you back onto the bed, making you bounce against the mattress. Then he is yanking you close by your ankles and hiking your thighs up over his hips, your pretty toes contrasting with his lighter skin tone. “After all, I’ve gotta remind you who fucks you the best. Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why. ”

He gives you a shit-eating smile before he takes his cock and– 

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, your eyes blown and your mouth agape. As soon as he is inside of you, stretching you, bottoming out in your pussy, you feel like you’re soaring and flying through the heavens. The ecstasy is monumental, opening up your senses in a way where you feel like you were just bit by a radioactive spider. You can taste the sweat on Eren’s tongue; hear every ragged breath he takes as he pumps himself into you; see every vein pulse in his pecs and neck; feel his body throb as you grip his forearms, pectorales, and shoulders. 

He stares deep into your eyes as he drills your cunt into the bed, giving you deep, long strokes that make your toes curl and your body writhe in need for more. “And who fucks you the best?” he breathlessly asks. His hand snatches out to grab your throat, massaging it in time with his strokes. “Say it to me nice an’ clear, baby. Tell Daddy who owns you.” 

He squeezes your throat a little harder, applying extra pressure to intensify the pleasure you’re swimming in. “You!” you loudly sob. “You do, Daddy! Fuck, just like that, Eren! Please keep fucking me just like that!” You would gladly tell him anything for him to keep fucking you so good. Fat tears soak your lashes sticky with ruined mascara as moans, whimpers, and gasps pass your lips wiped clean of lipgloss. 

Eren gives you that very Eren grin–cocky and prideful. Because he knows he’s killing that shit. He releases your throat and applies both hands beside your head to give himself support before thrusting a little faster, his hips rolling in a way that makes his pelvis brush against your clit. “Just like this?” he teases, his hair and chain tickling your face. “Is that good for you, babe?” 

You can’t even answer him. The entire English language has been wiped clean from your brain. All because of his cock. His sex. His everything. The way sounds he makes, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours pull you over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, making your eyes flutter shut and your jaw grow slack. “Cum for me,” he demands. “C’mon, baby, do it again. Gimme that fuckin’ cum.” 

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed as if he is trying to win an award doing so. The award is your orgasm which is explosive and intense. “OH!” you shout as you unravel around Eren’s cock. Your moans are loud and desperate as your pussy squeezes around the cock inside of you, your walls clenching and pulsing, giving Eren a hard time trying to hold himself back from a nut. 

But not yet. He can’t leave this here. His face flushed and his hair in his face, he pulls his slick cock out of you as you buck and twitch from your orgasm. “Not done,” he growls. “Not done with you yet.” 

Suddenly, as quick as a flash, you are on your stomach and Eren is behind you, forcing you onto your hands and knees. Your arms feel like jelly, so all you can do is press your face into the bed as your ass is hiked up for him. He gives it a couple of harsh smacks–Smack! Smack! Smack!–before his cock is slowly sinking back inside of you. “E-Eren, wait!” you squeak. “I’m t-too sensitive!” 

His laugh is breathless and enraging. He loves seeing you in agony. “Don’t worry: I won’t go fast.” He presses kisses to your back as he begins to slowly roll his hips into your ass. “Just relax for me, mama. You’re in good hands.” 

And then plap-plap-plap go the sounds in the room as he fucks you from behind. Your ass jiggles and claps against his thighs as he gives you deep thrusts that make your pussy melt around him and your clit excitedly jump from the stimulation. “Eren,” you whimper. “Please, please, please!” 

Evidently, you’re louder than you thought you were, causing Eren to tut. “You’re so loud, baby…I’ll have to fix that.” He yanks you up and his hand pushes your face to turn to the side, allowing him to give you a deep kiss that steals all of the air out of your lungs just as his cock does. “That’s it,” he coos. “Just enjoy this for me, baby. Lemme give you what you need.” 

Then you’re back onto the bed, your face in the mattress and your moans swallowed by the sheets as the man above you fucks you absolutely dumb. You don’t know which way is up and which is down. The world spins around you, dizzying yet intoxicating, the sex you’re receiving turning you inside out. 

“So slutty,” Eren chuckles above you, rolling his hips as he sinks his cock deep inside of your wet, heavenly hole. “Just listen to all the sounds you’re makin’ for me. Bet your man couldn’t make you sound like this.” He leans down to press himself fully against you, his pelvis brushing against your ass. “Y’know, I never forgot about you,” he whispers. “I never stopped lovin’ you, Y/N.”

His soft lips begin to caress your neck and shoulders before he picks both himself and you up, giving himself a chance to prop his leg up. The new position leaves you a moaning, sobbing mess, your pussy suddenly having no choice in the matter of cumming again. You grab the sheets so tight that your knuckles turn white as you feel your third orgasm cresting. “Eren,” you moan. “Oh, fuck, m’gonna…gonna…!” 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this dick again, huh?” He wrenches your head back with his hand on your chin. “Then tell me that you love me. Tell me you love it when I fuck you.” 

“I-I…” Your mind is moving a million miles a second, the pleasure leaving a thick fog in front of your sense of reality. You know you shouldn’t, but the way Eren fucks you is too good to resist telling him anything he doesn’t wish to hear: “I love you,” you whisper, the forbidden words passing your lips. “I love you so much, Daddy! I love it when you fuck me! You do it so good!” 

You feel him smile against your cheek, his other hand gripping your ass as you begin to furiously rub at your clit, your fingers slipping and sliding along the rosebud. “Now tell me that you’re gonna leave that asshat for me.” 

The fog clears a bit and it is enough for you to process what he just said. “W-What?” you stammer. “Eren–” 

He roughly bends you over, cutting you off, and gives your ass a harsh smack that sends your clit into a frenzy. “Say it,” he orders. “Say it and I’ll let you cum. Tell me you’re gonna break up with him as soon as tonight is over.” Harder. Faster. His thrusts grow more intense than ever, making it a point to make you so insane and so desperate that you fall apart at the seams. 

“Say it!” he bellows. “Fuckin’ say it!” 

Tears soak the sheets and officially ruin your makeup as your self-control leaves you. You know that you are about to commit the ultimate betrayal just to get your nut. “I’ll leave!” you sob. “I’ll leave him for you, Daddy! I love you so, so much!” 

The laugh that leaves Eren’s mouth is evil, damn near entering villain territory. “I love you too, baby,” he laughs. “Now cum for me like a good girl.” All it takes is a few more of those luscious, mind-blowing thrusts until you are cumming uncontrollably around his cock once more, screaming into the bed as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. 

Eren moves faster, fucking your cum-soaked pussy with vigor to chase his own high, massaging and palming your ass as he does. He then pulls himself out of you and furiously strokes his dick against your butt, the sounds of his hand stroking his wet cock drifting in the air. “Fuck, fuck!” he grunts before he lets out a series of luscious moans as ropes of cum spurt from his cock and onto your asscheeks. 

You tiredly whimper as you feel warm spurts of his spunk hit your skin, signaling the end for the both of you. Your body and pussy throb in tandem from the session, your skin soaked in sweat, the air heedy with the scent of sex. Eren raggedly exhales and collapses next to you onto his stomach. His hand slides across your back, running gently down your spine. “That’s my sexy fuckin’ baby,” he coos. 

You can’t say anything back. Exhaustion has taken over and suddenly, so has sleep. You don’t make a fuss as Eren pulls you up the bed and helps you under the covers, the cool sheets settling across your damp skin. You feel his body next to yours, the scent of his sweat and cologne filling your nostrils. Your cheek rests against his chest as his hand tangles in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Sleep now. I’ll be seein’ you soon.” 

You don’t answer because sleep has made her arrival and has swept you away to quiet and serene nothingness. 

When you awaken the next morning to the winter sun pouring in through your bedroom window, you are alone. The bed is made and your dress is neatly folded at your feet. It is as if nothing happened last night and you slept alone. 

But the delicious ache in your body tells you differently. And the note sitting by your lamp along with a glass of orange juice and an Aspirin definitely tells you differently. 

With your head clearing from the sleep and the reality of your horrible situation hitting you (along with a hangover), you pick up the note and read Eren’s messy handwriting: 

Thanks for last night. Hit me up again soon. xxxx 

-Love Always, Your Best

Putting the note down, you grab your house phone from the nightstand and dial Kaido’s number. It is the one thought you have to do first to start your morning. Not stretching. Not getting a glass of water. Not showering or brushing your teeth or contemplating whether or not to kill yourself because you slept with your toxic ex-boyfriend. 

Instead, you face reality head-on like a real bitch as Kaido’s voicemail enters your eardrum: “Hi, this is Kaido Ashida! I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!” 

Beep. Your mouth opens. “Kaido,” you automatically say. “Hi…it’s me. I think we need to talk after last night.” 

And then the guilt sets in as you stare down at Eren’s note, your body teeming for another night with him soon. “I don’t think this is gonna work,” you sigh. 

THE END.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Making It Up To You

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)  

Warnings: Jack being the actual sweetest & a little shit, a dash of angst, the cutest banter, domestic bliss, all the surprise, cheesy romantic set up but we love it, the hottest smutty times, oral (female receiving), p in x sex, unprotected sex, gentle but fast sex

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Notes: Welp it has been awhile but I finally got a new fic written!!! Just in time for Valentines Day. I’ve had this idea planned for awhile now and it finally got done! As always massive thanks to @clint-aww-no-barton. If you want to be added or removed from my taglist please let me know! Also I am slowly going to be getting old fics on ao3 that haven’t made it yet. I am very sorry it has taken so long to get the ones not up done. It’s not the easiest thing to do. Thank you all and hopefully I am back!

ao3 link coming sometime…

  The evening was settling around you. The cool wind and the darkening light made you finally go inside. You’d spent a lot of the afternoon outside, reading and sipping on some wine. You’d done everything you could to distract yourself. As you stepped inside and looked around your empty home, you let out a sigh. The home felt so big and lonely without Jack here. You would think after all these years, and all the missions, you would be used to this by now. You would never get used to it. Most of the time it didn’t bother you, this badly, but given the date it felt worse. Your phone rang making you jump, as it pulled you back to reality. The corner of your mouth quirked up slightly at the sound of Jack’s ringtone, and the request for FaceTime.

  “There’s my girl. Happy Valentines Day darlin’!” Jack spoke with enthusiasm, a smile bright on his face.

  “Hi cowboy. Happy Valentines Day.” You tried to force a bright smile, but you knew he would see right through you.

  “What’s wrong?” His face fell and his brow furrowed.

  “I just miss you is all,” you spoke, your smile falling.

  You moved throughout the house, turning on lights and putting away your glass and wine.

  “I miss you too angel. And I really hate that I’m gone today. I fully intend to make this up to you.”

  There was a glint in his eye, and as you sat down on the couch you gave him a questioning look.

  “What are you up to Jack Daniels?”

  “You’ll see soon,” he smirked as he stood and moved somewhere else in his hotel room “Actually sooner than I thought. Like right about…”

  There was a knock at the door, and your head jerked that way, before looking back at Jack with confusion all over your face.

  “Now. Go answer the door darlin’.”

  “Okayyyy.”

  You pushed off the couch taking your phone, and therefore Jack, along with you. You opened your door to a pizza delivery man.

  “Your pizza ma’am.” He spoke with a smile that seemed knowing, as you gave him a smile, still confused.

  “Thank you. Hang on I’ll get you some money.”

  “It’s been taken care of. Have a good night.”

  “Oh? Well thank you. You as well,” you gave him a nod and shut the door as he turned to leave.

  You carefully took the pizza, and the other box that was sitting on top, to the island setting the phone up against them.

  “What’s this all about Jack?” You looked at him through the phone screen, desperately wishing he were here.

  “Well I thought we could have a little virtual Valentines Day date, since it’s the best we got. I even ordered the same thing, so it seemed like we were really together.”

  You could have cried as you looked at the man you loved. The thought he put behind so many things still took you by surprise. Any other man wouldn’t have done this, but Jack wasn’t like any other man.

  “Jack,” his name came off your lips, voice breaking slightly.

  “Now now none of that darlin’. Get you a drink and set me up so we’re across from each other.”

  You moved around the kitchen doing as he asked, grabbing some water and a plate, before sitting down at your dining room table. You pulled the vase of flowers from the middle of the table so they were across from you, and you gently propped your phone against it. Jack must have done something similar because now you seemingly sat across from each other.

  “Now let’s eat!” Jack rubbed his hands together, and you giggled before you grabbed a piece of pizza and some cheesy bread.

  Jack and yourself fell into casual talk about each other’s day. You asked him questions about the mission and he shared what he could. He asked you had done while he was away this time. You laughed softly with how well he knew you. Always ready with a list of things to do while he was gone. Finally you both finished and you sat back, full.

  “That was amazing. Thank you for dinner Jack,” you smiled softly.

  “You never have to thank me for that darlin’. Now you want to watch a movie or we could do something else?”

  “Honestly I would like to just enjoy you and your company. If that’s okay?” You asked suddenly worried you might have ruined more of his plan.

  “That’s perfectly okay angel. After dinner I was leaving the rest up to you.”

  “Okay. I didn’t want to ruin any more sneaky plans you might have had.”

  “You don’t ruin anything angel. I’ve had my shower already but I am going to get comfy if you would like to join me.”

  “Jack are you trying to get me naked?” You asked with a smirk, as you walked the house, making sure the doors were locked before going to your shared bedroom.

  “Is it working?” You could hear his smirk, even though he was off camera getting clothes.

  “Well I do have to, in order to put on pjs, but you’re not going to see.” Your voice teasing.

  “What?!” Jack shot back into the frame and you let out a laugh. “Now why not?!”

  “Because I’m not having FaceTime sex with you. We gotta stay riled up until you get home remember, our deal?”

  “The deal I came up with? Let’s break it.”

  “You are such a man. Plus look who is changed and I didn’t see a thing.”

  You spoke with amusement, earning a shocked look from Jack, before moving out of frame to change.

  “So rude,” he mumbled but you could tell he was holding in a laugh.

  “I’ll remember that when you get home,” you spoke with a laugh as you moved back in frame, grabbing your phone and climbing into bed.

  You turned Jack’s pillow and set the phone against it.

  “Now it’s like you are right next to me.” Even when you spoke the words, they were laced with a slight sadness.

  “Oh no now, give me my laughing girl back.”

  “It’s just…you’re not here to hold me.”

  “I know darlin’. I hope I’m home soon. I know this wasn’t the ideal Valentines Day for you either. I’m sorry.”

  “Jack don’t be sorry. What you did was perfect and I loved it.”

  You watched as Jack settled in, seeming to do the same thing as you, setting up his phone on your side of the bed. You smiled softly at him as he laid down.

  “Hi,” you spoke.

  “Hi there angel,” he smirked giving you a wink.

  “You are going to be asleep in like five minutes if I’m lucky.”

  “Now you don’t know that.”

  “Oh but I do. You hit the pillow and you’re gone. I’ve watched an entire season of a show while you sleep!”

  “You have not!!” Jack spoke defensively but laughed.

  “Oh but I have! Finished a book, silently screaming right next to you. All sorts of things have been done between the time you fell asleep and the time I do.” You laughed as Jack faked an overly dramatic face of defense.

  “I feel attacked right now. I can’t help it.”

  “You are a man cowboy, it comes with the territory, fortunately for you.” You laughed before settling more into the bed.

  “You’re getting sleepy now though aren’t you?” Jack smirked.

  “Yeah I can’t lie I am.”

  “You can go to sleep darlin’. I’ll stay right here until you do.”

  “I don’t want to though. I don’t want this to end yet.”

  “I know but you need your rest angel.”

  “I know,” your voice laced with sadness.

  You turned the tv on and turned your side table lamp down to the dim setting before turning back to Jack. You were met with dimmed lighting on his end as well. You realized, in the quiet, he was watching the same show as you.

  “Are you watching the same thing?”

  “Trying to keep up with us being together without being together. I want you to feel like I’m there when you close your eyes.”

  “I love you Jack.” You spoke with a smile, overwhelmed by this man and the things he did for you.

  “I love you too darlin’. Now close your eyes and get some rest.”

  You simply nodded your head before closing your eyes. Sooner than you expected, you slipped away to a deep, peaceful sleep.

*****

  Your day had been full of errands. You were expecting Jack home anytime now, and you wanted the house fully stocked. You’d allowed yourself to have a me day, to continue to keep yourself distracted, before heading to the grocery store. The first store didn’t have everything on your list, and three stores later you were finally done. Everything marked off your list and tiredness filling your body. You finally pulled into the driveway, grabbing the first set of bags. You battled with the door, before finally getting it open, before you stopped dead in your tracks. Fake flickering candles filled your entire house, and a small path of rose petals guided you to the bedroom. You looked up, eyes finding Jack, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. You gulped at the sight before you. He looked undone, with his tie gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

  “Hiya darlin’,” he smirked with a knowing look at your jaw on the floor.

  “Jack. When did you get home?” You smiled softly as he pushed off the doorframe, and the two of you gravitated to each other.

  “Just a few hours ago. Long enough to put this together,” he held his arms out slightly, before his hands fell to your hips and pulled you close.

  His lips met yours, breaking your bright smile as you kissed him back deeply. Your hands went up his chest, unbuttoning some more buttons.

  “I have groceries in the car,” you breathed out, knowing exactly where this was going by the hunger in Jack’s entire being.

  “Anything frozen?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t worry about it,” Jack spoke with a whisper and you simply nodded, before your lips were crashing back to each other.

  You swore this man could always make you feel dizzy, and completely broken in the best way. Jack’s hands moved to your ass, and you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist, as he skillfully carried you to the bedroom, never letting his lips fall from yours.

  “I think I got a certain holiday to make up for,” Jack finally pulled away, allowing air to fill your lungs, and you smirked.

  “That you do cowboy. Along with being gone,” you mirrored his smirk, your eyes moving to the ceiling thinking, your fingers brushing at the hair at Jack’s neck.

  “I hope you don’t have any plans for the next few days then.”

  “The only plans I have are you,” you smirked before your lips fell back to his.

  It never failed, when Jack returned home and he was able, the two of you were like teenagers, rushing to get the deed done before you were caught by your parents. Things moved fast, hands and lips were everywhere and limbs tangled. But Jack and yourself knew each other like a map you’d memorized. Knew every sensitive place and what it did for the other. The two of you had plenty of study time. That was another thing that made the two of you so much like teenagers. You never could get enough of each other. Your body meeting the mattress pulled you back to the moment. Jack had released you completely, and as your eyes fluttered open already heavy with desire, you watched him as his eyes racked over you.

  “I have no idea how I got so damn lucky, my god you’re beautiful angel.”

  “I liked your truck,” you tried to say with a straight face, but couldn’t help a laugh.

  “Oh it was my truck huh?” Jack’s eyebrows raised as he crawled over you. “It has nothing to do with this…”

  He trailed off as his hands slowly traced up your shirt, his lips falling to your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut and you surrounded yourself with him. He raised your shirt over your head, and discarded it before, quickly removing your bra.

  “Or this…” his voice dipped lower as his lips traveled down, meeting your already hard nipple.

He pulled it between his teeth. flicking it with his tongue before releasing it, pulling a moan from you. He licked over it once more, before moving to the next to do the same. Then he was continuing his way down. and your breathing started to become heavier. He had your pants and underwear gone within moments.

  “Or this,” Jack’s eyes bore into yours as you looked down, darkened with lust and he smirked before his head dipped between your legs.

  His mouth came in contact with your wet pussy and your head flew back and your hand laced in his hair. This man knew what to do with that damn mouth of his. You didn’t realize how worked up you were until you could feel yourself racing to your climax.

  “Okay Jack, yes it was this and all the things before and all the things you were going to do to me after!” You moaned loudly as you pulled gently as his hair.

  He looked up at you with a grin that made you bust out laughing.

  “The truck is just a plus,” you giggle and he stood, quickly removing his shirt, letting out a laugh as well.

  You sat up to start on his pants, which he finished removing, before crawling over you again, as you crawled backwards towards the headboard.

  “I promise you in the coming days,” he paused, to give you a wink that made you laugh again “I’m going to take my damn time with you but right now…”

  Jack entered you taking you by surprise, and your brow furrowed at the pleasure that filled every inch of your body. You looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars, before his hips started to slowly thrust. He didn’t last long going slow, before his speed picked up, but never once did he become too rough, staying gentle but quick. You were soaring, trying so hard to put off the orgasm that was quickly riding its wave to you, but it was a battle you had yet to learn how to win.

  “Jack,” his name fell from your lips in a whine of desperation.

  “Let go for me angel. I got you,” his forehead fell to yours, and you locked eyes with him as you came hard around him.

  You fought to keep his stare until you lost, closing your eyes and submitting yourself to the tidal wave. Jack was not far behind you, burying his face in your neck as he let go deep inside of you. The two of you lay there, panting in the blissful aftermath, before Jack did the one thing the two of you hated most of love making, he pulled away. He didn’t go far, rolling to his back and the two of you were quick to turn to each other.

  “That was amazing as always,” you smirked as you moved in close, your fingers brushing at his chest.

  “We do make a pretty good team don’t we?” Jack smiled brightly and you laughed but a smile lingered across your lips.

  “We really do.”

  Silence fell for a few moments, before his fingers brushed at your chin, your eyes catching his.

  “I missed you,” he spoke gently, his fingers brushing hair behind your ear.

  “I missed you too.”

  “I told Champ I wasn’t coming in for at least three days.”

  “I’m calling him to tell him you will be in in two.”

  Jack’s mouth fell open in fake appall.

  “Now why are you trying to get rid of me a whole day early?!”

  “Because if we go three days just like this, much less how we plan to go, I’ll be in the grave by the end.”

  Jack paused for a moment, and briefly you thought you had seriously hurt his feelings.

  “Yeah you’re probably right. I would be right behind you.”

  You both let out a laugh, before he pulled you to him and kissed you once again. You pulled away, and with a sigh moved to get out of bed, before Jack’s hand on your wrist caught you.

  “Now where do you think you’re going?” He pulled you back down to the bed, caging you under his body.

  “The groceries are still in the car.”

  “Eh we’ll get them tomorrow they’ll be fine.”

  “Fine but if you make me not be able to walk in the morning, you’ll have to haul them in by yourself.”

  “Angel I wasn’t going to make you bring another bag in this house anyways.”

  “Then proceed,” you smirked.

  Jack’s lips fell back to yours, both of you wearing a wide smile and he did indeed proceed.

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[carmillascrusade]

Game of love | Larissa Weems x f!reader

Images do not belong to me. Summary: Parents weekend is upon you and you find yourself at the fair with Morticia and Larissa. Confessions ensue.

Word count: 2,940

A/N: I figured I would post this fic that I wrote donkeys ago while I’m working on a multi-chapter fic. It isn’t proofread😨 I feel like my writing style just changes all the time and I can’t get it to be consistent.

Your desk was overflowing with paperwork and unfinished report cards, the sheer size of the work you know you have to do was overwhelming. Dull flames danced in the fireplace, licking the fresh log you put in there a couple of seconds ago, eventually setting it alight. Tiny particles of ash blew around the room, weightlessly floating around, suspended by the air encompassing the room. Oh, what it would feel like to be weightless and free. 

Parents weekend was fast approaching. In two days parents of all would be congregating in the school and the local town- much to the displeasure of the sheriff, and yourself. Two days. You had a measly two days to finish off your work and all the report cards that sat mocking you on your desk. 

With a sigh, you accepted your fate and began to silently plough on with your work. Hoping, no praying, that parents weekend wouldn’t drag. After all, there is only so much socialising you can do. 

Parents weekend came faster than you expected. From the frosted window of your office, you could see cars pouring in through the front gates. Hopefully nobody you went to school with would be here. 

Checking the mahogany grandfather clock that sat in the corner of your office, you glanced at the warped needles to determine that it was only 4 o’clock. Plenty of time to get these reports to Larissa. 

Gathering the pristine envelopes in a bundle, you dashed to Larissa’s office hoping that none of the parents had made their way just yet. 

To your dismay, as well as Larissa’s by the fall of her face, you entered her office as Morticia Frump and her family were there. Huffing softly, you crossed the room with the intent of handing Larissa the reports and leaving as soon as possible. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Morticia, no, she had been your friend during your years at Nevermore together. It was just that you hadn’t spoken to her in years since her marriage, and her presence meant that her husband was here too. Gomez Addams, you thought with distaste. You disliked the man, loathed him even; Larissa had loved him unconditionally and he chose someone else. Who wouldn’t choose Larissa?

Maybe you were just biassed. Maybe your hatred came from the fact that she loved him and not you. Loved him even though you had always been by her side. Loved him even though you have loved her since you were children and never stopped. 

Larissa is the sun, and your life revolves around her; because without her, you wouldn’t be alive. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Morticia’s silky smooth voice calling your name, claiming that she hadn’t seen you in years but you still look exactly the same. 

Forcing out a smile at her clearly fake interest in you, you replied. “Yes, I haven’t seen you since you left Nevermore and got married. You still look as wonderful as ever, Morticia. The gods have been kind.” 

“Hmm, I suppose they have. But look at you! The gods have certainly been kind there.” She said, sickly sweet, whilst her eyes roamed up and down your body. 

Larissa’s mouth twitched at that, her perfect smile falling ever so slightly before being abruptly put back in place. She coughed in impatience, dragging both yours and Morticia’s attention towards her. 

“Might I remind you that we are here to talk about your daughter, Ms Addams.” Larissa said with a clipped tone. 

Morticia laughed at that, gliding over to you and placing her arm on your elbow. “We have all weekend to talk about Wednesday, Larissa. I just want to catch up with my friend. Is that so wrong?”

“No, I suppose not.” She huffed, aggravated at Morticia’s audacity to touch you. 

Morticia grinned wickedly at her before turning back to you. “Would you like to go to the fair with me tonight?” She asked, still sporting that sickening grin. 

You pondered her request. While it would be fun to catch up with her, you also knew that she had a deeper motive. She was playing a game that you would rather not play a part in. 

“I suppose we could go to the fair tonight,”

“Oh wonderful!”

“On one condition,”

Her smile fell at that and her eyes narrowed dangerously. “And what is that?” She gritted out. 

“I want to invite Larissa too!” You chirped. If you were going to play this game, you may as well have fun whilst doing so. 

You glanced over at Larissa, smiling wistfully. If only she loved you the way you loved her. 

Morticia huffed at your request, agreeing and inviting Larissa to the fair with the two of you. Fully expecting Larissa to turn down the opportunity in favour of working, you were pleasantly surprised when she agreed; her tone still clipped as she answered Morticia. 

Excited at the prospect of getting to spend time with Larissa outside of the school grounds, you quickly gave her your finished reports, fingers lightly brushing against her own, causing your cheeks to tint pink at the heat radiating off them. Excusing yourself from the room, you made your way back to your room with an extra bounce in your step. The glee radiating off of you noticed by all that passed. 

Tonight was going to be amazing. 

The temperature had dropped drastically since this afternoon, resulting in you looking like a stuffed chicken in your winter clothes. You had decided to wear your favourite jumper, an egg shell coloured woven piece crafted of the finest wool; gifted to you by Larissa of course. 

A small vibration in your pocket alerts you to a message. Pulling your phone out proved to be a great difficulty with your frozen fingers. Larissa had messaged you, letting you know that she and Morticia were sitting on the table closest to the entrance. 

Easy enough to find you supposed. 

Plodding over to the entrance, your eyes scanned the area, desperately searching for the familiar platinum blonde hair you loved so much. Your eyes lit up as you spotted her with Morticia. They seemed to be sat contesting in a nonverbal contest, staring at each other with such contempt that the average onlooker would recoil in fear. 

Rolling your eyes, you slid onto the bench next to Larissa; snapping the women’s attention towards you, eliciting beaming smiles from the both of them. Smiling back, you looked at the outfits the other two were wearing to find that you were the only one dressed appropriately for this weather. 

Huffing in discontent, you eyed both of them wearily. What kind of people don’t wear coats in freezing weather?! It is ridiculous! 

“How aren’t you two freezing?” You blurred out, narrowing your eyes at Morticia specifically. At least Larissa had a blazer on, Morticia just had her iconic dress adorning her body. 

Morticia just laughed at you whilst Larissa offered you a small smile. “My blazer is warm enough for me. Not all of us need to wear twenty layers to stay warm.” She said, lightly joking about your inability to stay warm. 

Your turned your head away from her in false anger before spotting the burger van. Larissa loved burgers. “Larissa!”you shouted excitedly while tugging on her arm. “Look, there’s a burger van! Do you want a burger?” 

Larissa saw the excitement on your face at the prospect of buying her a burger. Unable to deny you, she nodded her head. Beaming at her, you shot out of your seat and bounced over to the burger van. 

She looked over at you fondly. Ignoring Morticia’s prescense completely in favour of watching your retreating form. Morticia wasn’t too pleased at the disregard of her presence, so she decided to start her plan. 

“So,” she drawled. “Do you really think she loves you back, Larissa?” 

Larissa’s eyes narrowed at that, sensing the thinly veiled  threat Morticia had laced into her words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She snapped back. 

“Oh, but I think you do. You look at her like she holds the world in her hands. Only a fool would miss it.” 

“I do not.”

“Very well. Let’s make a bet, shall we?” Morticia paused, waiting for an answer. Seeing that Larissa was refusing to speak to her, she continued on anyway. “I bet that by the end of the night, she will be looking at me the way you look at her.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Larissa countered, praying to the gods that they wouldn’t let Morticia take something else away from her. 

“Then I’ll leave you two alone. Deal?” 

“I’m not making petulant bets with you, Morticia. Especially over her.” Larissa seethed, angered by the fact that Morticia would even dare use you in her childish games. 

Glancing over to the side, Larissa saw you bounding back with her burger and two trays of chips in hand. The fact that you hadn’t bought anything for Morticia amused her greatly, eliciting a slither of hope that, just this once, Larissa wouldn’t lose somebody she loved to Morticia Frump. 

You sidled back into the bench next to Larissa, handing her the chips you bought her along with her burger. You had bought her her usual order and yourself some chips. Larissa’s chips were adorned with tomato sauce in the corner whilst yours had vinegar slathered all over them. 

Reaching out to grab a chip, you realised that you forgot to get Morticia anything. Eyes widening at your brief amnesia, you shot her a sheepish look across the table, hoping that she wasn’t too offended. 

Morticia sat with a scowl, arms folded across her chest as she stared at the two of you. Larissa smirked back at her, waving her burger around; the silent message was clear. You had bought Larissa food and not Morticia. 

It wasn’t until you began eating before you realised that Morticia didn’t have anything to eat. Was she expecting you to buy her something? Shrugging your shoulders you figured that she just wasn’t hungry. 

Turning to Larissa, you asked her a question. “What are we going to do first, Rissa?” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, mouth still full of food. Deciding to tease you slightly, she chewed on for a while, pretending to be deep in thought; causing you to stare eagerly with those doe eyes she loved dearly. “ I think that we should go to the darts stall. I would be honoured to win you a teddy.” 

Your squeal of excitement broke through the crisp night air, scaring the previously resting birds causing them to chirp restlessly at the disturbance. Smiling up sheepishly at them, you shouted a quick apology before throwing yourself into Larissa. “Please, Larissa! Please win me a teddy!! I will love you for all eternity, I love teddies!” 

Shooting a dazzling smile your way as you hung on her arm, chest pressed flush against her body, she sneered at Morticia across the table. You wanted HER to win you a teddy, not Morticia. 

Not one to lose a challenge so quickly, Morticia rose, drawing your attention. “Well,” she started, seething because you were still holding onto Larissa. “Shall we make our way to the darts stand? I’m sure I could win you a larger teddy than Larissa.” 

“We will see, Ms Addams.” 

Tensing slightly at the tension between the two, you pulled on Larissa's arm- directing her over to the darts stand. A few games in Larissa won you a medium dragon teddy. It was black with iridescent purple scales and big bulging eyes. You loved it dearly, holding it to your chest as you watched Morticia play. 

You both watched Morticia intensely as she threw each dart. Each of them hitting the bullseye. Larissa’s smile fell as she watched the games handler grab a giant panda to give to Morticia; her prize now feeling insufficient. 

Morticia smiled triumphantly, outdoing Larissa was her favourite way to pass time. Handing you the panda, she shot a smug look at Larissa and her downcast eyes. 

You grabbed the bear off Morticia and gave her a small smile, too engrossed in the dragon Larissa won you to care about the oversized panda. 

Morticia waltzed off, claiming that she wants to go on the ferris wheel next. You turned around to look at Larissa, the oversized panda dangling dangerously close to the floor while you clutched your dragon. Larissa’s eyes were hung low, a wounded expression singed on her face. 

“Rissa? What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“It’s silly really. No need to worry, sweetheart.” She touched your chin slightly, angling it up so she could smile down at you. 

Your heart pounded in your chest at the pet name she gave you. Beaming up at her, you reached for her arm, tugging her lightly towards the ferris wheel. She would tell you what was bothering her when she was ready. 

You and Larissa arrived at the ferris wheel to greet an angry Morticia, apparently displeased at your refusal to trail after her like a lovesick puppy. Her eyes flicked to your panda trailing across the floor, eyes narrowing at you clutching Larissa’s teddy to your chest. 

Huffing slightly, she motioned for you and Larissa to get on the cart. Larissa sat down first, patting the seat next to her, motioning for you to sit next to her. Plopping down next to her, you shuffled as close as you could; holding your dragon on your lap, placing the panda between you and Morticia- much to her displeasure. 

Carnival lights glistened peacefully as the whirring of the ferris wheel drowned out the laughs of joy from below. Larissa’s breath was coming out in slow puffs, visible due to the cold chill of the night air. She was far more beautiful than any other woman. The prettiest to ever exist. 

The top of the ferris wheel was far higher than you were expecting, triggering your fear of heights. Sensing an oncoming panic attack, you grabbed hold of Larissa’s hand as you were in desperate need of grounding. Noticing your inner turmoil, Larissa rubbed soothing circles over your hand, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

With Larissa help you calmed down. Desperately wishing that the ferris wheel would end shortly, you closed your eyes and rested your head on Larissa’s shoulder; still grasping her hand dearly, unable to let go of the comfort she provides. 

The ride ended not long later and you got off with wobbly legs and tear stained cheeks, still clutching Larissa’s hand. Morticia watched you with a mix of rage and jealousy. Why hadn’t her plan worked? Not one to back down so easily, she sauntered up to you, offering you a ride home in her car. 

Politely, you declined. Stating that Larissa had already offered. You watched as Morticia’s level headed facade began to crack, her face twisting in anger as she finally accepted that her plan had failed. Swiftly turning on her heel, she stomped out of the fair without even saying goodbye. 

You turned to Larissa confused as she smiled down at you. Why had Morticia reacted that way? Shrugging your shoulders, you let Larissa tug you towards her car- you were in desperate need of a break from all the walking. 

Sitting down in the leather seats of Larissa’s car, you placed your dragon in your lap and the panda by your feet. Shooting a smile at Larissa, you placed your seatbelt on and turned towards the window. The full vibrations and the quiet whispering ls of the radio lulling you into a deep slumber. 

Pale wisps of sunlight filtered through the closed curtains, arousing you from your slumber. The familiar scent of Larissa filled your senses as you suddenly became aware of the weight on your stomach. Slithers of silver, platinum blonde hair fanned around your face, perfectly manicured nails spread over your stomach, and a warm body pressed up against your back. 

Turning around, you were greeted with Larissa beautiful face; mouth open and eyes closed, mumbling about something in her sleep. Giggling softly, you leant closer into to her and inhaled her scent. Not wanting to wake her up, you reached for your phone, took a picture of the both of you, and waited for her to wake. 

You could feel the moment she woke since her grip tightened as she became aware of her surroundings. Raising your head off of her chest, you greeted her with a blinding smile, to which she returned. 

The velvety hues of her groggy voice filled the air as she spoke to you. “ You stayed?” She questioned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 

“Of course I stayed. Why wouldn’t I?”

“ I figured you would be disgusted sharing a bed with me.” She admitted. 

“Of course I wouldn’t, Rissa. Only a fool would be disgusted at sharing a bed with you.” You replied with earnest. 

“Is that so?” She hummed. “And why is that?” 

“Because, you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world. You radiate grace and elegance. And I find myself utterly enraptured with you.”

“You do?” She asked, her face contorted in confusion. “Why on earth would somebody be enraptured with me?”

“Because I love you, Larissa. I have always loved you. I wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind. I sleep and all I dream about is you. You’re the highlight of my life and I could never live without you.”

“Well then. It’s a good job I find myself utterly and hopeless in love with you too, isn’t it?” 

A/NII: Can’t wait for the Christmas holidays so I don’t have to do anything for two weeks.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #4: Weak spot

The difference of writing RuiKasa when I want to vs when its requested is ASTONISHING. I haven't had this much fun writing a pjsekai fic since idk, and for my ot4 nonetheless💖

Special thanks to @mayatkls & @kairoscler for helping me come up with this idea + all the brainrot shared lmao

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Rui x Tsukasa (poly wxs)

Lee: Rui

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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Throughout his time in WonderlandsxShowtime, Tsukasa has witnessed many sides of Rui. From his genius inventions, to his more riskier ones; his serious moments and at his most vulnerable. Yet, he can’t ever recall seeing Rui laughing genuinly, only that silly “fufufu~” he does. As cute as it is, he needed more to satiaste his thirst for laughter. That was when Nene gave him the marvelous idea to ‘get it out himself’. Pretty vague idea, and yet it was enough to get the gears turning in Tsukasa’s head.

Later during rehearsal, Tsukasa pulled Emu aside, claiming he had a top secret mission for her.

“Really?! What is it?!” the pinkette bounced in excitement.

“Quiet down! We can’t let Rui know, now here’s what I want you to do…” the blonde whispered out his plan and before long, Emu went dashing for Rui.

“Rui-kun! Rui-kun!” she chirped out cheerfully as she found the purple haired male toying with Robo-Nene.

“Oh? What brings you here, Emu-kun?~” Rui had his usual sly grin, but that would soon change, hopefully.

“Tsukasa-kun wanted me to ask you if you’re ticklish!” Emu spoke with an innocent smile, while said troupe leader smacked himself in the forehead from the corner he was peaking through.

“Fufu~ Is that so? Then why don’t you tell him to find out himself~” Rui shot a playful wink at Tsukasa’s direction, earning a flustered grumble. The blonde had enough and decided to swallow down his pride this once and approach the target.

“C’mon, answer the question” Tsukasa tried to appear stern, placing his hands on his hips, earning another ‘fufu~’ from Rui.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not” he stuck his tongue out cheekily, but before hope was lost, Nene intervened.

“Kamishiro Rui, we both know that’s a lie”

“Ahh okay okay, I admit. But will our dear troupe leader be able to find my tickle spot?~”

This whole mission was supposed to make Rui crumble in laughter, and yet Tsukasa found himself wanting to run away from embarrassment.

No!

He had to stay strong, in the name of research!... Or something like that. With a gulp, he spoke “Challenge accepted”.

After a moment of awkwardly reaching out to Rui, Tsukasa’s hands started to poke and prod at the usual tickle spots. His stomach, his sides, ribs, under his arms, but all he got was that stupid smug smirk that always turned him to goo.

“Oh c’mon! It’s gotta be somewhere!” the blonde groaned in frustration.

“I’d lend you a hand, but I think you’ll get there soon…~” Nene spoke in a slight teasing tone, causing Rui to send her a sheepish glare. His first flustered reaction of the day! But what did Nene mean by that? Could it be…

“Hmm…” Tsukasa trailed his short nails down Rui’s arms, watching as goosebumps arose over the skin.  The closer he got to the palm of his hand, the more Rui’s nervous smile grew. “No way, is it your hands?!” Tsukasa spoked in complete fascination, oblivious to how flustered it made Rui feel. He slowly circled his nails all over his palm, causing Rui’s fingers to twitch as he let out soft gasps and quiet giggles to himself.

“I- Aehehe! Yehes, you found it! You can stahap nohohow..!”

Tsukasa’s face morphed to a mischevious grin “Stop? But I still haven’t gotten a genuine laugh out of you!” the troupe leader spoke out in his dramatic theater voice. “Any suggestions from the croud? Hmm… how about you, with the pink hair and overly energetic personality!”.

“Yay!~” Emu cheered as she got closer to Rui’s ticklish hand, inspecting it with pressision. “How about… tickly kisses?!”

“You guhuys there’s no need- EEK?!” Rui’s face instantly flared up at the sudden squeal that rippled out of his throat, causing everyone in the room to stop and look at him, before they all burst out laughing in unison. Even Nene couldn’t hold herself back.

The greenette doubled over in laughter as Emu practically rolled on the floor from glee, while Tsukasa tried to steady himself on Rui’s shoulder.

“Ihi’m sorry! But… you hahave to admit, that was pretty cute~” Tsukasa shot a playful grin to Rui, causing the alchemist’s blush to grow in intensity. “And all tjat from a kiss! I wonder what happens when I…”

“When you- EHEEHEEP?! WAHAIT! TSUKASA! NOHOHO!” Rui giggled and squealed like a child as he felt Tsukasa’s teeth graze the sensitive skin, leaving  little nips and kisses wherever he went. The girls watched in awe the show in front of them. After a while, Tsukasa stopped to admire the beauty that was Rui giggling so high-pitched, cheeks fully red, and the brightest smile he had seen from the director ‘till this day.

“I’ll say, this mission was a success!~” Tsukasa pumped his fist into the air with a victorious smile. Although that didn’t last long as he got jabbed in the side, making him squeal in turn.

“How about you, superstar? Any tickle spots?~” Rui grinned down evily. Tsukasa was instantly a blushing and stuttering mess.

“W-wait! Don’t try anything! Nene, Emu, save me‼!” the blonde’s voice fell deaf as it turned into unhinged, obnoxious louder.

“We’re fine from here. Have fun, leader…~” Nene gave a smirk as she and Emu watched this new spectacle unfold.

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[heartfulselkie]

WIP Game

Thanks @coffeebanana and @rosie-b for the tag, and thank you @kasienda for coming up with this new game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

So I'm kind of cheating a bit with my choices here I guess since I have a lot of ideas but not so many actual active WiPs. So some of these aren't actually stuff that has been posted (or not posted in fic form) but they're all what my rodent brain is rotating right now.

Bell the Cat - Ladyblanc Knight AU. Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Lovers. Plenty of angst and trauma to be had in this one!

2. Sad Machine - Not currently available. I'm attempting aiming to have the fic more or less completed before I start posting. Futurist/Cyberpunk-type AU. No Miraculous but there's a dash of vigilantism and mysterious happenings to solve. And some questionable ethics (thanks Gabe).

3. Porceline Girl - Emonette and Badrien (post Paris Special) Oneshot that I'm hoping to finish soon. They're just angsty teens trying to figure out what is love how to be around each other.

4. Kaleidoscope - (not currently a posted fic so link leads to my tumblr tag) Kwami Swap AU with a dose of amnesia! Love Square is a mess in this with a Reunioned Ghostbug trying to solve all the problems. Adrien needs a coffee and a nap. Tikki needs a drink.

5. Citrus and Lavender - Enemies to Lovers AU with Chat Noir being deceived into being on Hawk Moth's side from the very beginning. The kids need therapy and Gabriel needs jail.

UPCOMING

There's is so much I'm looking forward to with Bell the Cat, but with the upcoming chapters I'm excited about introducing some more characters into this world! And of course all the Ladyblanc banter to be had!

2. This is my little pet project at the moment that I am slow roasting in the microwave. There are so many things that I am foaming at the mouth for that I want to just spit the fic out onto ao3 already but I'm trying to go slow with this one.

3. I'm just excited to feed myself more Toxigriffe, even if its in Adrinette form. I have so many ideas for these two but this oneshot is the closest to being finished. I'm excited to have it done (soon! hopefully!)!

4. Another one that's been slow roasting for a bit. I'll admit I'm still undecided with how I want to post this - do I go full fanfic on ao3 with it? Or a webcomic-style on tumblr? Perhaps a hybrid of both? I normally go with writing for longer stories, but this AU really got its interest and following through my random comics of it. It's exciting to think about my options as I could really challenge myself with it (even if opting for a more webcomic style is terrifying in its own way).

5. We're finally reaching the point in the story where Ladynoir are trying to transition from stalwart enemies to shy and unsure partners. All sides of the love square are standing on bambi legs right now as things are very new and scary - but at least they'll slowly learn they have each other to lean on!

I think most of my usual victims have been tagged already - so consider this an open invitation to anyone who wants to do it! I'm tagging you! Yes, you!

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 8: Choosing to Help

Pairing: Mer Vaughn x Jedi Reader

Summary: Sometimes helping is more than worth the danger.

Author’s Note: So I know I haven’t given much detail on the Jedi in this AU. And that will change in tomorrow’s fic. So sorry if anything is confusing here because of that. Hopefully, there isn’t. Also, when you see the prompt… get your mind out of the gutter. It’s not gonna go down that route. 🤣

Warnings: some references to war trauma and this world’s version of order 66. But I think that’s it.

Word Count: 814

Prompt: A squid with human eyes must not be harmed, thrown back as quickly as possible. I’ve seen too many good fishermen cursed to let it happen again. 

Prompt 3062 by deepwaterwritingprompts

The whole fishing boat goes deadly silent when they see what was in your hands. The massive fishing net had been pulled onto the deck. Among all the fish, you had seen the wriggling tentacles of an oddly colored squid; it was white and blue with a little bit of orange. You had slowly picked it up only to be met with a pair of brown human eyes. You just stood there unmoving and soon the whole crew stood around you with a meter of distance.

A gunshot draws you all out of your almost trance like state. Your captain stands with his flint lock pistol aimed at the sky.

“Don’t hurt it and throw it back.” No one moves. “Now! Do you want to be cursed!?” They all scramble out of your way as you dash to the railing. You hold your arms out to drop it in the water only for the tentacles to wrap around your arm. You hear the other sailors gasp behind you.

To your surprise though, it’s gentle and it looks at you expecting something. What’s worse is that you know exactly what it wants, but you can’t blow your cover here.

“Please let go.” You plead. It blinks at you for a long tense moment before it does just that. You let out a sigh of relief as the ship immediately begins heading for shore.

You have never had so many good luck charms thrown at you. The Mer who show interest like that don’t just give up and they all know that wasn’t the end. The Captain is just relieved he was able to save your life. However, for the safety of himself and the rest of the crew, he asks you to find different work. You are a bit annoyed but you don’t hold it against them.

And they are right this wasn’t over; you soon see that squid in the river that ran along the road home. You shiver, but don’t shrink away from it. In fact, you kneel down at the sandy river bank as he comes up to you. This river connects into the ocean you remember as he stops in front of you; you should have taken another way home.

“If I do this for you, they’ll know I’m here.” You want so badly to turn him away, but the pleading look those eyes give you makes you cave. You had seen and felt so many men with those same eyes die around you during the war. Even after your Mer clones tried to kill you, their dying cries on the battlefield still haunt your dreams.

You extend your hand out into the water and softly begin to chant. The squid swims up to you and you feel the slimy skin under your fingers. He waits patiently as you slowly transfer your raw magic to him; even with all your Jedi training, bringing suppressed magic back to the surface is difficult. You close your eyes, trying to increase your focus; you have to hurry.

A loud gasp of an all too familiar voice fills the air and you stop chanting. Your vision swims and the Mer clone’s arms barely catch you before you hit the shallow water.

“Easy. I got you, sir.” You laugh even though it makes your head hurt. You cuddle into him. You shouldn’t after what had been done to you by his brothers, but you have been alone for what feels like forever. It is nice to be held again.

“I’m not a general anymore.” You say softly. You feel him slowly get to his feet, but you can sense his uncertainty. You slowly examine his blue and white armor, recognizing the famous battalion color. “You have been stuck inside a squid since before the end of the war huh?”

“The war is over?” You have a lot to fill him in on and very little time to do so. The Inquisitors will be here soon; you know it.

“We need to run. I am now a wanted fugitive and you are property of the new empire.” You can sense his confusion and fear, but he hold you to him protectively. You could cry; you haven’t felt protected and safe in a long time. Slowly, you look up at the orange and white helmet, recognizing the pattern from an old friend. Those brown eyes from earlier meet yours and you can see black curls with blue tips sneaking out under the helmet.

“I’m Captain Vaughn.” He begins moving quickly toward your home, going the direction you had been headed before. “Gather your strength. I’ll protect you. I promise.”

Once you grab your kyber sword, you and Vaughn steal a small ship in the dead of night. He is able to activate the runes to get the ship in a hyper current just as your Inquisitor executioners arrive.

[balrogballs]

i'd like to apologize for using your blog as my entire dash for at least the last ten minutes i also have middle earth brainrot ima go find that twink fic asap

p.s. such captivating very wow

(ur v cool thenks for existing prof balrog balls)

i realize this is the ask section so what are your thoughts on rop? cause you bet i have rop brainrot too and i'm dying to witness other peoples thoughts who watch it whether they like it or not

Absolutely no problem and I'm SCREAMING DJDJSJ the whole profile is off FFN but this morning at 5AM mind you, I casually dug in my old Google Docs account and found it there, and I'm glad to announce that it contains the line "would you please put a blanket or some such thing across the sculpture of your dead wife that, for some reason, sits in your bedchamber" and Elrond 'wife guy' Peredhel genuinely being confused at why anyone would ask that 🙏

I really want to start watching RoP, it's been on my list since 2022, but I am a truly lazy person when it comes to anything with episodes — for instance, Orange is the New Black has been on my list since 2013 or whatever year it first came out 😭

However, from what I see on my dash it looks very fun and I'm very looking forward to seeing it soon hopefully! On a related note, my partner (who actually has watched the show) has made the chorus of that "alright girlies pack up" song that Gil Galad belts out, into our daily alarm ringtone.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok merging responses a bit here we go

HELPPP MICROCELEB LMAOAOAOA ok but honestly every time I see someone mention me on your blog and it’s not you (jeirin) I’m like “omg my rise to fame!!” LMAO and OOO I NOTICED the part that currently says “feels like we only go backwards” right?? Actually speaking of I’ve always been kinda curious about how you chose what to put there LOL

EXACTLYY Karasu tries to walk in all manly like “this is boring and dumb I’m too good to be scared” and gets his shit rocked by the entrance staff (bonus points actually if otoya sneaks in during the same round and makes Karasu piss his pants)

NO SERISOULY SUXHEIDJ it’s fr just “mother, older sister” HELLO???? Bachira’s mom is fr the only one who gets named wait I’m actually gonna fact check the age again when I have the book in my hands again jic

That episode really did something to me he looked immaculate thank you 8bit (I’m ngl I think it’s partially because it was also a nagi and Reo episode that they put their 8bitussy into it hopefully we get a very nice Karasu scene soon…)

FRRR need to send fan mail to kaneshiro asking lowk

Latte sweater yuki is so perfect with the muted earthy tones and the cozy vibes goodbye maybe i need to sit around in cafes more

NO SERIOUSLY like what are the odds that that question gets asked??? Its so random lowk like of all questions kaneshiro fr a stalker

Also losing my mind the amount of times i accidentally click on an ad while scrolling and get launched onto a random ass webpage thank you so much tumblr

- Karasu anon

LMAOO whenever someone else mentions me in their posts especially when they don’t tag me (so i get jumpscared while scrolling through my dash) i’m always like 😱 people perceive me?? idk i think i should stop being surprised though considering how much i post about bllk and how many fics i’ve written for it i think people are probably sick of seeing my username in the tags SKDFJHS anyways yeah i get what you mean i kick my feet and giggle a bit too

YES that part!! ngl i just put song titles from my writing playlist there 😭 feels like we only go backwards is one of my favs if you haven’t heard i recommend!!

okok hear me out here…so we have karasu going on a date in a haunted house, otoya and shidou trying to scare him (otoya had to ask shidou for karasu’s schedule since he’s not on pxg anymore and shidou would only give it to him if he got to join in the shenanigans), and then for some reason AIKU AND NIKO are actually working at the haunted house (niko is the ticket seller that scared karasu because of his emo haircut and aiku is one of those actors that blows up on tik tok because everyone’s thirsting after him) truly so chaotic…oaeu creeps into everything i think about like any idea ever can ALWAYS be elevated by the addition of aiku and niko LMAOOOO

i think isagi’s parents were named in an additional time too?? but yeah other than that there’s nothing really given in terms of info about anyone’s families…in my mind karasu’s sister will always be named yayoi though like i doubt we’ll ever get more info about her (even if we get a karasu ln they’ll probably do what the barou ln did and just call her his older sister without an actual name) so in my mind her name is yayoi (bfb effect) now i need to come up with one for chigiri’s sister…hmm…maybe akane (apparently it means deep red?? which would fit with the hair and whatnot [kinda like karasu])

oh 8bit was def putting in the work because of nagi and reo those are two of their favs LMAOOO i think reo’s little sequence was the best animation besides episode one all season KSDJFHDSK but yeahhh yuki absolutely slayed and we love him for that

UGHH I WISH THERE WERE YUKIMIYAS IN THE CAFES BY MY HOUSE all i have is old people i need to move or smth because the selection where i live is dismal i’m fr going to die single if this is what i have to choose from

LITERALLY IT’S SUCH A RANDOM AND SPECIFIC QUESTION i know for a fact kaneshiro is lurking…which of my followers are you king i need to know!! and btw kaneshiro if you’re out there read my post about yukimiya and kunigami and give them proper characterizations 🙏🏻

HELPP omg tumblr has so many ads now it’s so annoying i can hardly go on the app without my music cutting off and stuff it pisses me off fr

also another unrelated thought BUT i saw an edit of karasu’s dub voice and i actually love it omg like he sounds really good?? i was hating on his dub voice last season but the english va really stepped it up this season he sounds amazing (i actually really like all of the new dub voices except otoya’s i think…otoya’s is just eh but it doesn’t fit him esp in some scenes) anyways here’s a little tt dump for you i’m sure you’ll have seen a majority of them but OH WELL you will see them again!! also if i’ve sent any of these previously i’m sorry i forget atp what i have and haven’t sent LMAOO

this is the one with his dub voice i feel like the sass translated really well??? imo he sounds a lot more smug and condescending and a bit arrogant the way he lowkey is but it doesn’t feel like he’s trying too hard if that makes sense (like it’s not that kaiser-esque “ex-fucking-cuse me” “kneel blue lock” grandiose bs it just feels like karasu really does think he’s better than the others but in a casual nonchalant way as he should)

this isn’t an edit but the way he says “go look in a mirror” also kinda has me giggling 😭 like okay karasu whatever you say king anything for you

THIS ALSO ISN’T AN EDIT BUT THE MOST YUKIMIYA VIDEO TO EVER YUKIMIYA (the other two guys are tabieita) THE GUY EVEN LOOKS LIKE HIM IT’S SO PERF

me whenever isagi is on screen instead of nagi karasu barou or yuki fr

THIS EDIT HAS ME FUMING black beauty is MYYYY SONG why did someone edit RIN ITOSHI to it and why is it GOOD 🤬

nagi the most glorious beautiful majestic man ever he is the only one who is allowed to be edited to 99% of ldr songs (karasu barou and yuki are okay too but most of her music doesn’t really fit them imo)

speaking of nagi i need all of his haters to remember that he was the FIRST to gag rin both in terms of soccer and verbally as well as the first to score on the u20s and likely would’ve thrashed bm if he had stayed motivated…sorry not sorry but nobody’s favs are touching MY goat 🔥

okay ngl i may have sent this to you already if so i’m sorry but anyways this is one of my FAV karasu edits specifically because of the clips of his hands LSJFIDJSJ HIS HANDS ARE SO GORGEOUS AMAZING MAGICAL what i wouldn’t do for him to be real and in love with me

this song kinda cracks me up because of an insta post my ex-friend (the fanon shidou one) made as a joke a couple of years ago BUT the edit is reallyyyy good also this kinda music is what fits karasu for edits in MY MIND…to me the most karasu audio to ever karasu is asap rocky’s part in summer bummer by lana del rey (if you couldn’t tell ldr is my favorite artist) if i could edit i’d make one of him to that song too (i actually used to have an editing acct on tik tok but i rarely posted and got scared someone i knew irl would find me so i deleted it HAHA but actually in high school i was the editing queen people used to film clips at assemblies and stuff and send them to me to edit it was crazy)

this song is FR me to karasu LIKE COME HERE TABITO I WANNA BE SAVEDDDD

another miraverse curated edit but this time it’s nagi and barou instead of barou and karasu

i hate that this one is actually really good (tw kaiser)

otoya (idk what else to say it’s just him being cunty LMAAOOA)

i’m sure you’ve seen them considering how many likes they have but the way this artist draws yukimiya especially but also karasu…sigh…hey god it’s me again

UGH he’s so beautiful i love him…okay that’s all from me happy scrolling!!

[spaceorphan18]

I was wondering how you felt about the centralization of fandom. I feel like now, I'm so used to hop on AO3 that as soon as I'm looking for something I might not find there, like meta, theories or simply fics for an older (related to AO3) fandom like Glee, I don't have a clue anymore where to look for them. I never used LiveJournal so I don't have the habit of checking it out. FFNET feels obsolete after spending so much time on AO3, and as for Tumblr... the search function is a mess (and I dislike the fact that so many people post fanfics directly in text posts, of course they do what they want but it's frustrating to search for like analysis or simple thoughts and only find docs).

Fanlore is often lacking (although I worked myself on filling some stuff a few times).

I was used to HP being my main fandom: it had its own very charming fan websites with tons of content that often still exist, but are different somehow.

So I guess my question is actually several questions:

- what do you think of fandom being generally more centralized nowadays

- where do you go if you seek stuff like writeups (AO3 allows them but doesn't feature so much of them, but I know the Glee fandom was THRIVING and full of stuff,I guess the waves of mass post deletions are part of the issue)?

- finally, how are you? 🤗 I'm always happy to see your posts on my dash even if my Glee hyperfixation has come and gone

Sorry, it may be a confusing post 😂 Too much stuff going on

Hmm - I guess I wonder what you mean by more centralized? Like that we find everything in one place? Do we find everything in one placed? I guess I'm a little confused (but I often am)

What do you mean by write ups? Do you mean things like meta and analysis? I just want to make sure I'm understanding correctly.

If I'm being honest, my relationship with media has changed and I'm not necessarily seeking out fandoms to engage with. (This is not a denouncement of fandom at all! Just that I'm busier and how I interact with things just is different now) I haven't hyperfixed on anything since Glee - and I'm okay with that.

I don't really know where people can go /now/ to dig into fandoms. I think Discord is one of the places - but you almost have to be engaged already and invited into one. I don't know where people are putting their thoughts and feelings these days.

For me - I listen to a lot of podcasts now (as well as YouTube) where I can hear people's takes on such things, but I can't necessarily engage with it (I mean, I suppose commenting is a thing but it's not my thing) and that seems to fulfill a lot of my desire to hear someone else's thoughts.

And, I mean, I've made a group of good friends on Tumblr that if I want a more personalized discussion on something I'll hit one of them up and spark a convo. (Of course I have people not on the internet with whom I do that, too.)

But I can see where it can be hard for someone who is just starting out on their fandom journey to find a place where they can really dig in with others. Tumblr would be nicer if it was more organized and if tagging did actually work.

And, you know, I kinda treat Tumblr like a journal - and just create my own content. I'm not necessarily writing for all of you, but to sort things out in my own mind. Having people read and enjoy my thoughts is just an added bonus. ;)

I'm not sure if I've answered or addressed all of your thoughts - but hopefully, some of that makes sense?

In the mean time, I am doing well. I'm in a better place personally, which is nice, because then I can get back to all the fun projects I enjoyed before the year of my mental health crisis. Hope you are well yourself! <3

[crossbackpoke-check]

WIP Ask Game

tagged by @whitenikes and @songsandswords!! thank you 💕🥰

RULES: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(guess i’ll have to) fall in love with strangers

this is called i project onto kevin

fantastic!

a bitch can only say “****** ****** ****” so many times before they have to. y’know. write it

good dog bad dream

tagging anyone who hasn’t done this yet but wants to because i am ✨late to the party!!✨

[quin-ns]

Fix It (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: Venom is very grumpy when you leave after a fight with Eddie, so he tries to help Eddie get you back

Tags: mention of a fight, grumpy venom, venom gives relationship advice, making up, kissing, cuddling- basically just lots of fluff and venom being chaotic

A/N: I haven’t posted writing since my flag fic but I went and saw venom let there be carnage a bit ago and it rekindled my love for Eddie and Venom so I wrote something cute to make myself smile. Ik it’s only two fics for this blog but hey it’s somethin’! I wanna write more fics for more characters so hopefully I get inspired again soon and use this blog for what I actually made it for lol

Venom’s words are in bold and in Eddie’s head they’re in bold and italics

Misc masterlist + main masterlist

Just as Eddie sat down on the couch and grabbed the television remote, a black tendril shot out and smacked it from his hand.

“No TV,” Venom demanded. The tendril then grasped Eddie’s cell phone and shoved it into his hand in replacement of the remote. “Call her!”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me,” Eddie grumbled back, not up for dealing with Venom’s bad mood as well as his own.

Next thing he knew, Eddie was face to face with the grumpy symbiote head. How could Eddie tell he was grumpy? Well, Venom’s large white eyes were narrowed and his numerous spiked teeth were bared—it was definitely his grumpy face.

“She will if you apologize!”

“Why should I apologize, huh? You’re the one who wants to go out and fight crime!” Eddie argued back

“Yes, but I did not yell at Y/N for being worried. That was you,” Venom shot back. “You made her leave, you will get her back!” Venom’s deep, growling voice grew louder until he was once again yelling.

Eddie rolled his eyes at that. He hated when Venom was right, especially about you.

Venom became invested in Eddie’s relationship with you rather quickly—to the point Eddie might say obsessed. You were friends with Eddie long before Venom came along and before he built up the courage to ask you out. When he revealed Venom to you, you’d hadn’t been scared at first like everyone else. You knew that Eddie trusted his gut and if he trusted Venom, you should too.

After all the mess with Carlton Drake, Eddie realized life was short (even though Venom wouldn’t let him die) and that he had to make his move eventually. He couldn’t remember a time when he was happier than when you agreed to go on a date with him. Venom was excited as well.

You didn’t seem to mind the extra company in your relationship and even though he did grow frustrated once in a while, neither did Eddie honestly. Venom was a part of Eddie and he was very used to it by now. However, moments like this when Venom inserted himself in your spats (which were few and far between, if he might add) it grew exhausting fast.

“It’s none of your business,” Eddie finally decided, crossing his arms. He stared ahead but didn’t meet Venom’s eyes. His gaze locked on the black TV screen, not budging. Eddie knew he was being stubborn and that he should just call you, but the thought of you not answering scared him a bit. He wouldn’t admit that though. He didn’t have it in him to be that vulnerable.

“It is exactly my business! Being a coward is not an excuse to avoid our girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend,” Eddie quickly corrected, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration.

“Not if you don’t fix this,” the symbiote warned. Eddie remained silent, not ready to admit Venom was right. “Fine, I will fix everything as usual,” Venom decided with what Eddie recognized as sass in his tone.

Suddenly, Venom retreated into Eddie. For a brief, naive second, Eddie thought Venom had relented. Then Venom took full form, his large, black body taking over Eddie’s. There was no time to protest as Eddie’s entire being was now Venom.

“What are you doing?” Eddie demanded to know as Venom jumped out of the apartment window in a dash. His huge feet slammed into the ground with a thud before he took off running down a back alley.

“We are going to Y/N’s so you can make her stop being mad and she will come back,” Venom declared as he jumped onto the side of a building, fingers scraping into the brick walls for leverage.

In the dark it was easier for them to make their way around the city. Even when eyes were drawn their way, when Venom was in control they were so fast it didn’t matter.

It was only a matter of minutes before they were scaling up the side of your building. Venom kept in mind which window he could fit through and Eddie didn’t exactly deter him. If he truly wanted to, Eddie could attempt to regain control but he didn’t. Instead he watched out of Venom’s view as his large fingertips slipped under the crack of your window and lifted it.

Venom snuck into your living room with ease, although maybe the word “snuck” was improper as there was a bit of commotion. So much so that when they opened your door, you were ready and waiting with a bat.

“It’s us!” Venom stepped back when you swung, although that was mostly Eddie. So was raising their hands in the air in a small surrender.

“Jesus Christ, Venom!” You lowered the bat, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision. “You can’t just break into my home with no warning,” you scolded, pointing a finger at them. “You should at least know better, Eddie.”

“Eddie is sorry,” Venom announced, brushing past your startled yelling. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You went to put the bat back before turning back around with your arms crossed.

Now that they could focus on you, both Eddie and Venom realized you were wearing a shirt that belonged to Eddie with a pair of panties underneath and nothing else. It was a shirt Eddie had let you borrow one night that he’d never gotten back. He thought he lost it but of course you kept it. Eddie was glad you had, it looked good on you.

“See, she misses you,” Venom boasted inside of their head.

“Is he now?” you countered. You looked Venom up and down, although there really wasn’t a way to read him. He looked like he was trying to smile but the way he bared his teeth would be threatening to anyone who didn’t know him.

“Yes.”

The declaration sounded very sure, so you raised a brow.

“Then let me hear Eddie say it.”

Without warning, Venom disappeared, leaving Eddie standing across from you. It had only been a few hours since you’d stormed out of his apartment and you realized how much you had missed him. You felt yourself untense and your expression softened a bit.

Eddie opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t know what to say. He stepped forward and gestured awkwardly with his hands. “I- he’s right. I’m sorry,” Eddie confessed, done with protecting his ego. He missed you more than he thought he could and the idea of losing you broke his heart. He had to make this right. “I know you worry about me and I should appreciate that you care so much,” he concluded.

Eddie felt his heart race a bit faster than before as his eyes scanned your face. He couldn’t seem to breathe until a soft smile graced your lovely face.

“Yes, you should,” you said teasingly. You approached him and Eddie met you in the middle. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tight. You tucked your head against his shoulder and Eddie rested his cheek on top of it.

“I love you,” Eddie said softly.

“Tell her I do too!”

“And so does Venom,” he continued after briefly chuckling to himself. “He wanted me to tell you.”

“I love you too,” you said sweetly as you pulled away. You cracked a smile. “Both of you.”

Eddie’s hand found your cheek and he looked at you in awe for a moment. Seeing your shining eyes and being the source of your smile made his heart pound faster.

He didn’t hesitate to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips crashed into his willingly. Eddie took control of the kiss, conveying how much he loved and missed you. Your lips move in sync with his as Eddie’s hands moved to your hips. He pulled you against him as the kiss continued. It was only when you needed air that you broke apart breathlessly.

Venom intervened the moment you pulled back. “Now we go home!” he announced gleefully as he manifested himself yet again. He scooped you up into his arms and allowed you to get comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped one arm around you to cradle you. Then he took off back out the window, even closing it on his way down.

You closed your eyes tight to avoid the headache that came from the high speed and the city lights flashing by. The cold air hitting your body reminded you that you were hardly dressed, but thankfully you were mostly shielded by Venom’s huge body.

When Venom’s movements slowed you opened your eyes. You were met with the view of Eddie’s window. Venom had left it open on the way down and managed to squeeze back through it without crushing you.

Home sweet home, you thought to yourself. Sure you didn’t live there but you might as well have. It was a bit, okay, a lot of a mess from Venom’s habits and Eddie’s inability to have the energy to control them. It was much nicer than when Venom first came along, though. There wasn’t garbage everywhere and Eddie even bought a large bed for the two (technically three) of you to share.

The bed was incredibly soft and when Venom dropped you on it, you sank a little into the memory foam. You giggled as a weight crashed down beside you and large, black arms wrapped around you. You turned in Venom’s arms to face him just as he reverted back to Eddie.

“Hey there,” you said teasingly with a smile.

“Hello,” Eddie muttered back, a grin on his face to match yours. Eddie pulled you closer to him then, moving onto his back so you could lay with your head on his chest.

His arms draped over you protectively as a black tendril came out from his shoulder to reach down and pull blankets over the two of you before retreating.

A thought hit you then and you laughed to yourself again. “Did Venom just make us cuddle and tuck us into bed?”

“Yes, cuddling with Y/N is nice.”

“He says he likes cuddling with you.”

“So do you,” Venom pointed out.

"Yeah, buddy," Eddie replied in a content hum. He closed his eyes and held you close. "I do too."

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Letting aa tumblr see more of my milesposting— Uhh this is from when I had to write a persona poem for a college course; pretty consistent narumitsu angst and canon-typical Miles thinking he's unlovable. Full poem under the cut as to not clog the dash!!

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Testimonial

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, one year after choosing death

You tried to teach me honesty:

defending me when I was at my lowest,

severing Karma’s marionette strings.

You’re terminal. Incurably in love.

I hope you know that.

Chasing after some childish fantasy for

fifteen years.

And so desperate for a rose-tinted view

of the funeral flowers of my youth,

I let you run.

You tried to teach me mercy:

scorning the belief that I killed him,

when even I couldn’t admit my own innocence.

But you’re just as selfish as I

was raised to be since nine.

You know a guilty man when you see one,

so let the gavel fall, let me atone, give me that

right.

I deserve it. Yearn for it.

To sink into that shaking earth,

fragment myself into rubble.

What more must I do for you to give me up?

You tried to teach me loyalty:

fifteen years of an unrelenting pursuit,

you built your life around me.

“How could I refuse you?”

Your words, your spell. Our beginning

Rings in my ears, an echoing verdict.

Ring on my finger, a vow I couldn’t keep.

Body and soul both laid bare,

I tried to teach you truth.

I can’t absolve myself of regret,

so exonerate yourself from the responsibility

of burning up in my piteous blaze.

How far must I scatter my ashes

before they’re too widespread

for you to dare to rise from them again?

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yeah that's all uhhh i really like how this came out and i hope you guys do too!!!! it's like Too Easy to write Miles sometimes to the point that it scares me lmao. thanks for reading! hopefully more full fics soon~

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Say it with Flour | KNJ

~summary: This had always been a bad idea. You, notorious for kitchen disasters, attending a cooking class. Maybe it could be what you needed to fix your terrible cooking skills - or maybe you could meet someone who makes it so much worse! ~pairing: namjoon x reader ~word count: 3.2k ~fluff, humour, strangers to lovers, cooking class au ~rating: g ~warnings: knives? (they’re just for cooking), jin being a shameless wingman

~a/n: hello! this is proof that I am still writing, and my first full joon fic, look at that! I wrote this for the square ‘cooking class’ over at @bangtanwritingbingo​ and hopefully I will have more entries to come for that event over the next couple of months. for anyone wondering where I have been for ages, I am still around I promise, but for a while I invested most of my writing efforts into some series I’m writing, one for jk and one for namjoon, so I have been posting less for good reason! now tho, I am nearing the end of a hellish bunch of uni work and so all being well I will be able to offer you lots more fics soon!!

This had always been a bad idea.

You had only agreed to accompany your friend Liya to this cooking class on the assumption it would be a good laugh. It was true that she wanted to take it seriously, but she didn’t care if you didn’t feel the same so long as you came with her.

Why she wanted you for moral support, you couldn’t fathom. You remembered pleading with her…

“Can’t you just go and bring back the wonderful food for me to eat afterwards?”

“Huh? No!” she had replied indignantly, “if you want some good food, you’ll have to come too.”

She had found your weakness. You cursed internally as you fumed, knowing she had got you.

“You know mine won’t be any good. I’m awful in the kitchen!”

“What better time to learn, then?”

Since she had asked you, you had warmed up to the idea, seeing how excited she was about it. This whole thing came from her wanting to take her hobby of cooking more seriously, but she had always been held back by nerves of going somewhere totally new.

You wanted her to be happy, so you allowed her to drag you here after work.

Now, though, doubt was really starting to set in again.

Inside a local culinary school, you found your way to the room where the class would take place. Already, you were intimidated. It was a bit too much like being back in school… except there were knives.

Standing with your friend, you waited as a few others gathered at the entrance. Still, the two of you stuck together, unsure how to start a conversation with any of the other attendees.

Looking around, you caught the eye of a tall man who stood nearest the door. He shot you a dimpled smile, but despite his friendly face, you hurriedly turned back to Liya after returning a weak smile. Socialising was a lot more difficult than you had expected.

Before long, the classroom door opened and the teacher stuck his head around the door.

“Hi guys, I’m sure you’re mostly here, so feel free to come in and grab a bench! I’m Kim Seokjin, I’ll be in charge today. You can call me Jin, though.”

You were startled to see him throw a wink at your group, grinning as he disappeared inside again.

Making to go in, you looked around to find your friend frozen.

“Hey, Liya, it’s okay. Let’s go, yeah?” you urged, presuming some nerves had hit her.

She turned wide eyes towards you.

“Oh my gosh…” she whispered, “did you see him?”

For a moment, you stared in disbelief. Then your head was thrown back as you scoffed in laughter.

“Hey!” she whacked your arm.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, still grinning like a maniac, “of course you have a crush already. Jeez, you really do need to get out more. Be grateful I brought you here.”

“Wait, let’s get a good spot!” she gushed, ignoring you entirely, “near the front.”

Barking another laugh, you let her pull you as she dashed inside, squeezing in front of a few people through the door in her hurry to get near to the handsome teacher.

At the front of the room, Jin was bustling around a front counter with his back to the class. As such, he missed Liya practically tripping over to the work station closest to him. However…

Looking around, you both paused.

Tentatively, Liya set her bag down and turned to you with a hesitant expression.

This was the only free bench at the front, the others already taken.

“Don’t worry, you stay here and enjoy the view,” you assured her, smirking as she turned bright red at your allusion. “I’ll find one further back. You’ll be fine.”

Nodding nervously, as if to convince herself, she agreed.

“Thanks,” she chirped as you wound away to the back of the room.

This was how you found yourself tipping out a bunch of ingredients you barely knew the name of, sceptically eyeing the equipment on the counter. Why were there so many different knives? And what the hell was that twisty thing for?

Finding the back of Liya’s head up front, you knew it was too late. You couldn’t ask her any questions, you would just have to hope for the best.

You were an absolute menace in the kitchen, your food turning into a nightmare on a regular basis. The only thing you would say you had solidly mastered was perhaps toast, and microwave meals. When you only had to press a few buttons, there was little that could go wrong.

But faced with all this professional-looking stuff, you knew you were out of your element.

One of the students was even talking with the teacher right now! They were clearly much more enthusiastic than you.

Their conversation seemed to come to an end, and Jin clapped his hands to call attention. As the other man turned around, you saw it was the guy with the dimples from earlier. You were surprised, though, when he walked all the way through the classroom, taking the empty station next to yours.

You supposed all the front spots had been taken, or he would certainly be up there.

Exchanging a smile as he passed you, you turned your attention to Jin, who was already beginning. He talked a bit about the dish, assuring that he would go over each step and cover the basics as you went along.

His idea of ‘basic’ was sure to be very different to yours, you thought.

Either way, he set you about washing and cutting your ingredients first, and you found your bench shared a sink with the one next to you, where dimple man was. Some light chatter rose as Jin left his station to drift around the class, giving out pointers as work began.

You watched him come over to Liya, who couldn’t have been more delighted. Her bright smile dazzled you from all the way over here, and she laughed along with something Jin was saying.

Sighing, you grabbed a handful of vegetables and turned to your own sink.

“Oh, sorry,” the man smiled as he shook water from his own ingredients, freeing up the sink for you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, holding your things under the running water.

Only, the next moment, you reeled back.

“Ah! I must have left it on hot!” he hurriedly apologised, “I still don’t know how these taps work.”

With a small frown, he leaned over to fiddle with the top of the tap. The basin was admittedly a bit confusing, with a lever and some random tubing like a hose. You had no idea what that could be used for.

He succeeded in making it run cold again, though, so you resumed your cleaning.

“I’m Namjoon, by the way,” he smiled across at you, “it’s good to meet you. Apart from the nearly burning your hands thing, of course.”

“It’s okay,” you laughed, and introduced yourself too.

Setting the vegetables down, you selected a knife at random and stared. It was only a pepper and some tomatoes, but Jin had shown an unnecessarily complicated way of chopping them, and you weren’t really sure how to start.

“Stuck?” Namjoon asked.

Not quite wanting to admit your level of incompetence, you replied with a sheepish smile. He beamed just as brightly in response.

“Look,” he said. And proceeded to cut up the pepper in a way you weren’t sure resembled Jin’s at all.

But he looked so proud of it, you couldn’t help but copy with an indulgent smile. Maybe it was a chef thing, they all had their own style of chopping?

“So,” you began, “when did your, um… interest in cooking start?”

At first, Namjoon’s eyes widened a fraction. Then he burst out laughing, his face screwing up adorably as he tried to hide it behind his hand.

“Sorry,” he gasped, once he had calmed down, “it’s just, I’m not really a cook. Like, at all. I’m terrible, but I’m friends with Jin, and he made me. Said it would do me good to learn how to cook.”

You stayed silent a bit too long, as his smile faded and he began to look uncomfortable.

“No way,” you gaped, “I’m the same! My friend wanted to come, but I was starting to think it was a bad idea.”

The way Namjoon’s face lit up had your heart racing a little too hard for someone you had just met.

“That’s such a relief! Now I don’t have to embarrass myself alone!”

“Hey!” you laughed loudly, “who says I’m going to embarrass myself! That’s what I’m trying to avoid.”

“Maybe you ought to pay a little less attention to Namjoon, then,” a voice cut in.

Turning, you found Jin standing at the end of your bench, looking sceptically at the mess you had made of chopping your pepper. With a huff, he looked past you to Namjoon and shook his head.

“I see you’re already making friends, well done. Just try not to lead them astray.”

“Yes, chef,” Namjoon mock saluted.

Jin rolled his eyes.

Much to your relief, Jin began to demonstrate the correct way to cut everything up using your ingredients, forcing the unfortunate Namjoon to follow along. He was making quite a mess of it nonetheless, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Eventually, Jin moved on. With your ingredients all ready, you were free to swap stories with your new friend about your worst kitchen disasters. You didn’t notice Liya turning to raise an eyebrow at you, what with how loud you were laughing.

“How did you even manage that?!” you were wheezing.

“It was clearly a weak peeler!” Namjoon tried to defend himself, but gave in when it only made you laugh louder.

“That’s impressive, to be honest,” you told him, “I usually give up on peeling and just scrub off the skin. Or buy them pre-cut.”

“Keep your voice down!” he joked, “if Jin hears you say that, he’ll have you stuck in these classes for a month.”

With a chuckle, you glanced to the front of the room, just in case Jin had heard. Instead, you saw him clasping his hands, addressing the whole room again.

“And that should get you a consistent dough, it’s simple enough. Off you go!”

Shoot, you had totally missed what he had said.

With wide eyes, you turned back to Namjoon, who wore the exact same expression.

“Any chance you heard the instructions?” you tried, already knowing the answer.

“Nope. Well, there’s only one thing for it.”

You raised an eyebrow in question. Namjoon shrugged.

“Improvise.”

“Not to rain on your parade, but when in those food horror stories did you get the idea that we could be trusted to improvise in the kitchen.”

“Believe me, I didn’t,” he grinned, turning back to his food nonetheless. “But we’re making dumplings, right? And he said something about dough, so let’s just… make that.”

Namjoon was insane. Staring dumfounded, you also looked at your ingredients.

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded sarcastically, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

At the front of the class, Jin was already introducing the next step for the rest of the class, who apparently had all created perfect dough. It was a different story with you and Namjoon in the back.

Hopeless as you both were, you had abandoned your individual attempts in order to try and make at least one decent batch together. At the very least it meant the disaster would be limited to one… theoretically.

Biting hard on your lip to hold in your laughter, you prodded at the substance in your bowl that resembled concrete more than dumpling dough.

“Shame we weren’t supposed to be making rock cakes,” Namjoon whispered, nearly succeeding in making you laugh out loud. The classroom was still unforgivingly quiet, all attention on Jin. Except yours, of course; his words sailed right over your head as you stared at the monstrosity you had made.

“We can’t use this,” you hissed.

“You’re right,” he sighed, “let’s go again. I’m sure I know what we did wrong.”

He peered closer towards the mixing bowl. Shooting him an unconvinced look, you tried to remain unphased by how close you suddenly found your faces.

“Wait,” you muttered, “we used up all the flour.”

His eyes flicked up towards you. That certainly didn’t help your heart’s situation. The grin he sent your way, gorgeous eyes creasing at the corners, absolutely stunned you.

“Don’t worry, I’ve still got some,” he offered, “first we should hide the evidence, though.”

Clearly they had never expected you to have quite so much food waste in this cooking class. The small bin at the end of the station was already full with vegetable cutoffs, so you had to try to subtly force the disastrous dumpling dough into it.

You were facing ahead, making every effort to look like you were paying attention to the class and not like you hadn’t even managed the previous step yet. This effect was suitably ruined with a sudden ripping sound and cloud of white bursting into the air.

Apparently even opening the packet of flour had been a challenge too far for Namjoon.

The entire class turned around to face you both, frozen as the scattered flour drifted down from the air around you. Your cheeks heated up as Jin’s sharp gaze fell on you.

For a moment, it was totally silent.

Then Namjoon snorted.

Unable to contain yourself, you dissolved instantly into fits of giggles, Namjoon’s loud laughter joining you despite his attempts to muffle it. Doubled over and wheezing with hilarity, you could just make out Liya through your teary eyes, staring at you with clear incredulity.

Well, it was her fault for bringing you here in the first place.

You continued to laugh into your hand as Jin instructed the class to ignore you and move on to the next step. His wearily amused tone made you think he was well used to this kind of embarrassment from Namjoon.

Still sniggering as the sound of clinking utensils and stoves turning on rose once again in the kitchen, you turned to Namjoon, wiping at your eyes.

He was clutching the countertop as he shook with mirth, face splattered with flour as was the steel surface. The sight only elicited another round of laughter, until Namjoon seemed to hurriedly shut up.

Chuckles dying down, you turned to find Jin once again behind you, hands on his hips as he gave Namjoon a withering glare.

Biting your tongue, you waited to see what he had to say. At first he didn’t speak, sadly taking in the state of your corner of the kitchen, eyes lingering on the botched dough that was still half hanging out of the food bin where you had abandoned your attempts to conceal it.

“Takeaway for you tonight then, I presume?” he joked drily.

“We honestly tried, Jin,” Namjoon pleaded, “you’ll let me have some of yours, right?”

Jin rolled his eyes.

“Just clean this up. Then maybe I can give you two a simplified version to make.”

With that, he was off to help the people who still had hope.

As you took in the state of your station after the flour explosion, your laugh was more sarcastic.

“Might want to wipe your face a little first,” you told Namjoon with a sympathetic smile.

Blinking at you, he brought a hand to his cheek. Unfortunately, that also had flour on, and he only got more on his face.

“Hey, let me,” you laughed, dusting off your own hands on a tea towel and approaching him.

He endured the cleaning, though you did try to be as gentle as possible while you brushed off his face. There were still a couple of splotches of flour when you stepped away, but it was much better than before. You felt much too flustered to brave stepping so close into his personal space again in any case.

Together you set about wiping down the counter and floor where they had fallen victim to the incident.

“I’m sorry, I got some on you as well,” Namjoon said as you swept off the last spot from the counter.

Hearing him addressing you, you turned, only to find him very close to you. His hand was outstretched, but twitched away as you faced him unexpectedly. If you weren’t mistaken, a slight flush crept over his cheeks.

“I was going for your hair,” he laughed breathily, much more quiet this time. “I can get it for you, if you don’t mind.”

Speechless, you nodded.

Gulping, you watched him raise his hand and thread it into your hair. He was being as careful as you had been earlier, his touch light as he teased your strands to rid them of the flour.

Strangely, you found your breath had been stolen from you. Namjoon wasn’t looking straight at you, face cutely concentrated on fixing your hair, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back fractionally. Your eyes met.

“Thanks,” you breathed.

He nodded in response, breath drifting over your face. This proximity was robbing you of sense – you could have sworn his eyes had just dipped to your lips.

“Gosh, things are really heating up.”

Startled, you stepped hurriedly away from Namjoon, coming to your senses to find Jin standing, amused, between you.

“Sorry?” Namjoon frowned.

“I came to tell you two to get cooking, but it seems you’ve got things steaming just fine,” he grinned shamelessly, “but the chemistry is supposed to be taking place inside the pan.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, glaring at his friend. You fared little better, heat rising in your cheeks that certainly could have rivalled the ovens at the back of the room.

Ignoring the awkwardness he had created, Jin barged between you and Namjoon and grabbed the few ingredients that were still salvageable at your station, throwing them into a pan.

“This always happens,” Namjoon lowered his voice to speak into your ear as you stood back to watch Jin work, “he tells me to learn how to cook, but then he gets too impatient and makes food for me himself.”

You chuckled.

“What’s he making?”

“Probably just some snacks or something. We made quite a mess of the rest.”

You smiled, but a sudden idea stifled your laughter with nerves. Before you could back out, however, you blurted it out.

“How about we go and get dinner after this then?”

You almost didn’t dare to look around at Namjoon, but his silence had you too nervous. Looking around at him, you began to wish you hadn’t been so forward. Luckily, he got over his shock and put you out of your misery.

A grin spread over his face.

“Absolutely,” he agreed, “it will be much better if neither of us have been anywhere near the kitchen.”

Maybe this had all been a bad idea. It was true you had only agreed to Liya on the assumption it would be a good laugh, and thanks to Namjoon, it had been.

In the end, you had managed to get some good food out of tonight… even if that was entirely unrelated to the cooking class itself.

Thank you for reading! If you want more, my masterlist is here💜

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Conqueror of Crabs

➳ Xiao x gn!reader

➳ Oneshot ; 3.2k

➳ Fluff, kinda comedy (it's not as much of a crack fic as the title probably implies!) ; Brief mention of animals being collected for food, no elaboration on it.

Your usual nightly activity took an unexpected turn when a certain dashing adeptus decided to join you. [O6.O6.2O21]

Zep's Note ; Lol don't ask, being ar55 brought me to the point where catching crabs became a regular way of passing time for me while I wait for my resin to replenish. That being said, I have no idea why I thought writing a scenario based on that was a good idea but here we go.

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The cool summer evening had been too tempting for you to stay within the confinements of your room any longer. You didn’t care about the sun already being low on the horizon, nor did you care about the sapphire night falling over the land completely soon. Today had been one of those searing hot summer days where merely being outside was already uncomfortable enough, so you had resorted to staying cooped up inside your house all day long, sprawled out on your bed while moving as little as possible. Needless to say, it drove you quite frustrated, so you were gone as soon as you deemed it cool enough outside.

You found yourself wandering off to one of the sandy shores just outside of the harbor city you lived in. The soft sand was still slightly warm underneath your bare feet, not all that unpleasant as you sneaked over the beach with tentative steps. 

It was probably quite an odd sight to others; a silhouette creeping over the beach under the pale moonlight. Maybe it would even alarm some people, were anyone around to see you. But you meant no harm, not to people at least.

Crabs, however, were less lucky.

Slowly and cautiously, you approached an exceptionally large one that scurried just out of reach of the waves that rolled ashore continuously. It was an ocean crab, and its blue exoskeleton was hard to miss even in the pale light of the moon. You took a moment to observe its movements before you skillfully plucked it off the beach in a swift motion. It wasn't hard to see that this was a good one, and Chef Mao would definitely be happy with it. 

You walked over to a basket you had brought with you for exactly this purpose, and you gently placed the newcaught crab next to the others before walking off again. 

You knew catching crabs at night was a strange thing to do. At least that was what you assumed since you never ran into anyone doing the same. But it was entertaining and you got a nice bonus if you delivered them to Chef Mao in Liyue Harbor. A win-win situation, you'd say. 

A quick count of the numbers of crabs in your basket made you hum in satisfaction. You had collected eleven crabs and you only just started. Around twenty seemed like a decent goal for today; you had brought a smaller basket and you didn't want your crabs to spend their last moments in a space that was way too tight and too crowded to move properly. They might have been caught for food purposes, but that didn't mean you could treat them as rubbish. 

     "Oh, it's you." 

The sudden voice coming from behind you literally out of nowhere startled you greatly, fright gripping around your chest as you nearly stumbled over your basket. It took you a second before you had it in you to turn around, but when you finally did you breathed out in relief. 

It almost sounded like the yaksha was disappointed to find you there, but over time you got to know him well enough to know that he – probably, or hopefully – didn't mean it like that. At least that's what his amber eyes told you, not holding the slightest hint of malice as he looked at you.

     "Xiao, you scared me," you sighed, voice still a little shaky. "It's not the best idea to sneak up behind people like that."   

     "I saw someone roaming the beach so I went to take a look," the male explained, not looking the tiniest bit sorry for his shocking appearance that had disrupted your peace. "I wanted to make sure no harm was caused." 

     "Rest easy, I have no evil plans," you reassured Xiao, even though he already knew you were as evil as the first and best sweet flower growing under a tree – not evil at all. 

     "I know." 

He seemed disinterested already, now that the potential danger had proven to be a false alarm, mindlessly stirring the sand with the jade tassel of his spear. Back in the days, you would have feared that he was bored of you, but Xiao was an individual with a manual and it took time to figure him out. Now you knew better; if the dashing adeptus was really bored of you, he'd leave instantly, not even bothering to stick around you any longer than necessary. Right now he seemingly had no plans to disappear, lingering around with the usual frown present on his face. 

     "What are you doing here?" he asked after a moment of silence. 

Silence was a regular occurence between the two of you, mostly because Xiao was an enigma, unpredictable and capricious. Some days he was closed-off, and his pent-up frustrations would make him irritable and snappy. Some days he was more open and easier to approach, less tense and more welcoming to the attention you gave him  – and gradually more often, even willing to receive and return bits and pieces of affection. 

You always waited for Xiao to let you know how he felt that day, to make sure you approached him in a manner that was okay for him at that very moment. 

     "Catching crabs," you simply replied, deciding that his mood was good enough now that he showed interest in what you were doing. "That's all." 

     "Mortals have peculiar ways of passing time," Xiao commented with a slight frown, his amber eyes flitting to a crab that hastily scurried past his feet. 

You watched the same crab with narrowed eyes, torn between catching it – which came with the risk of knocking Xiao off his feet, something he definitely wouldn't appreciate – or letting this one escape. With a small sigh, you decided on the latter, and shrugged your shoulders.

     "It's fun to do." Regretfully, you saw how the crab buried itself in the sand, disappearing from your view. "Plus, I get free meals if I deliver them to the Wanmin Restaurant."

     "And that can't be done during the safer hours of daytime?" the other inquired, now glancing up at you with the frown still present on his face. "Deserted places like this aren't safe to be on your own after midnight." 

     "Crabs are more active at night," you reasoned, even though you had no idea whether it was true or not – it sounded credible enough. "And I'm not alone anymore, right?" 

You instantly wanted to swallow your words upon seeing Xiao's perpetually unreadable expression. You awkwardly shifted your weight to the ball of your feet, grinning sheepishly. "Uh– I mean, how often did I prove already that I'm perfectly capable of fending for myself?" 

     "That's not the point," the yaksha growled. "I know you can protect yourself from some mere treasure hoarders or hilichurls, but what if you're faced with a danger bigger than you can disperse?"

The chances of that happening were really slim. Not many evil entities dared to get this close to Liyue Harbor, where it bustled with Millelith on patrol after dusk. Pure and true evil carded in a web of thorough plans and strict preparations saw no value in merely a person catching crabs, and those who would attack and rob a lonely commoner were likely to be evenly common thieves. Nothing you wouldn't be able to handle. 

     "Alright, just let me catch a few more and I'll go home," you reassured him, still planning to reach your goal tonight. 

     "So stubborn," Xiao sighed, giving you a bored look. "Please hurry, I'll escort you home when you're done." 

His words caught you by surprise. The adeptus was going to stay with you on the beach, watching over you while you were catching crabs? Xiao was willing to spend this serene night under the radiant moonlight with you? So rarely did that happen, for he was a restless and disturbed soul who felt estranged from the quiescent moments life had to offer. 

You know he stayed just to protect you, a matter he saw as a duty. Nevertheless you were happy. Maybe you could bring him a moment of peace, if he was willing to let you. 

     "Xiao, would you mind lending me a hand?" you asked, looking at the yaksha innocently. "That way, we'll be done in no time." 

     "Look, I'm here to make sure nothing will harm you," Xiao replied gruffly, folding his arms in front of his chest. "I have no intention of partaking in activities such as these." 

You were expecting that; of course the male would deny anything close to the definition of fun. He was looking at you expectantly, the look in his amber eyes unfathomable as he awaited your next move. His foot tapped an impatient rhythm on the sand, and an idea formed in your mind. 

     "Xiao," you started. "What if a crab attacks me?" 

If you had read him correctly, he was willing to be with you right now. Tolerating of your antics, of your wish to get his attention. He was here, openly refusing to leave you alone on the beach. You were positive that you could convince the yaksha to join you. It wasn't even about reaching your set goal of crabs anymore; you just wanted Xiao to indulge in something lighthearted for once. 

     "Fine," Xiao grumbled, unfolding his arms and placing his hands on hips instead. "What do you want me to do?" 

Despite his tough act, you could tell he wasn't all too opposed to the idea of helping you. His demeanor might have been a bit grumpy, but the look in his eyes had softened significantly as he silently awaited your orders. 

     "Just help me catch the last few crabs," you shrugged. "I don't need many since I don't want my basket to be too full."

The way Xiao looked absolutely appalled by the idea almost made you snort with laughter. You knew very well that his sour expression of mild disgust simply served as a mask for his more vulnerable emotions to be hidden, and you figured the yaksha was just slightly confused, unsure how to start the mission of catching crabs. It most likely wasn't something he had done before. 

     "It's simple once you get the hang of it," you began, walking over to your crab basket. "Once you spot a crab, approach it as quietly as possible, pick it up in one quick motion and then hold it like this until you gently put it in the basket." 

You had picked up a crab you caught earlier, showing the adeptus how to hold it properly. Your thumb and index finger were on either side of its shell, just below the base of its pincer legs. "If you hold it like this, it won't be able to pinch you." 

     "I'll make them regret it if they do that," Xiao muttered darkly before briskly turning around and setting off to find a crab to catch. 

Again you had to stifle a laugh at his sometimes surprisingly dramatic statements, but in order to not accidentally insult the male you kept quiet. You were more than happy to see the vigilant yaksha take on a task that didn't put him at risk, that wouldn't burden his already suffocating karma even more, one that wasn't drenched with evil and demise. 

He almost seemed normal, like he was your equal instead of a guardian adeptus with scars from his past that were deeper than you could ever imagine. The way he completely missed his first crab and ended up diving face-first into the beachy sand with an annoyed grunt was completely void of any form or shape of immortal grace, and this time you couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled from your throat. Xiao ended up sending you a glare that would have given you the chills if you didn't know him better, and you quickly scurried off to find your own crabs. 

For a little while you both wandered over the beach in silence, with only the sound of small waves rolling ashore there to accompany you. Admittedly, you were paying attention to Xiao more than you were focused on the crabs, but you deemed it totally valid. How often did he join you for activities of the likes of these? Exactly, hardly ever. 

You surprisingly learned quite some interesting things about him tonight. For example, he was awfully determined and the way he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows in concentration before dashing forward to catch a crab was cute. You also found out that his adeptal powers didn't protect him from being adorably clumsy every now and then, while he struggled to get the grasp of catching crabs.

Needless to say, you were progressing really slow, but it was so worth it. The sun had fully disappeared by now, leaving you under the vast sapphire sky illuminated by the crescent moon. You would arrive back home much later than you were planning to, but you didn't mind the slightest bit. 

Just when you lowered another crab into your basket, you heard a small yelp not too far away from you. You instantly jumped up and whirled around, only to find Xiao clutching his right hand with a very boyish pout. As soon as you caught sight of the crab next to his feet, upside-down and trashing its little legs, you instantly figured out what had happened. 

     "It pinched me," Xiao growled lowly as you ran towards him, and you genuinely feared for the poor crab's life. 

     "Let me see," you asked, extending your hand towards the adeptus. He complied, and you quickly intertwined your fingers with his before he could go all Bane of all Evil on the tiny unlucky animal. 

The skin where the crab had pinched him was slightly red and irritated but it would probably disappear soon. It was nothing compared to the severe injuries the male often had to suffer, and you wondered why the pout still hadn't left his face. He wouldn't really be that upset because of a crab, would he? 

     "I don't like catching crabs," Xiao announced, looking as displeased as someone possibly could – almost comically so.

     "It'll be over in no-time," you told him, referring to the small sore spot on his hand. Then, you jokingly added, "want me to kiss it better?" 

You definitely weren't expecting the other to mutter a gruff fine, whatever, and it was safe to say that your heart skipped several beats when he willingly extended his hand towards you more and looked at you expectantly. Your mind went momentarily blank and the whole crab ordeal you were in the middle of was temporarily forgotten. Was he for real?

Xiao stood there unmovingly, hand still presented awfully close to your lips. The look in his solemn amber eyes was unreadable, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. 

     "Y/N," he said. "You offered, why are you hesitating?" 

Shaking yourself from your little daze, you brought his hand closer and pressed your lips against the irritated patch of skin softly. You lingered for a second before pulling back and flashing the adeptus a smile.

     "There, all better." 

And you swore you saw the stoic mask over Xiao's face break when he pulled back his hand, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile so small and fragile – but unmistakingly there. A wave of warmth washed over you, one that didn't disappear when he averted his gaze and the smile was gone. 

He definitely smiled at you!

The adeptus muttered something under his breath, his tone void of the rough edge that usually was present in his voice. Too immersed in your small moment of mirth, you didn't catch what he said, and you shot him a questioning look.

     "What did you say?" you asked. 

But the dark-haired male shook his head and replied in an almost-pleading tone, "please don't make me say it again." 

You weren't really getting it, and you tilted your head in slight confusion. Now this was a total 180 from the way Xiao usually spoke and acted, and you weren't sure how to react to it. 

     "Well, you kinda have to," you reasoned. "I didn't hear you the first time."

The yaksha looked at you with a troubled expression, his mind running over his previous words before he gave in with a sigh. 

     "Fine. I said that we have caught enough crabs, if you'd ask me. Now I want some attention too. There, I said it." 

He sounded sharp and annoyed, as if the words he spoke were like venom to him, but his voice trailed off and softened near the end of the sentence, almost taking a gentle tone. After that, Xiao quickly folded his arms in front of his chest, taking on his default closed-off stance once again. But his amber eyes didn't leave you as he observed your reaction closely, his lips pulled in the same pout as earlier.

The conqueror of demons could be such a softie if you gave him some time and space to grow comfortable and start trusting you. Sure, it was disguised with harsh words and a demeanor cold and unapproachable, but once you learned to see through his thick facade, you'd be surprised by what you found.

Xiao was precious. 

     "H-Hey, stop smiling and say something," the dashing adeptus growled, narrowing his eyes at you – while being oh so obviously flustered. 

But you couldn't help it. How could you possibly stop smiling after a night like this? You were having a small moment of bliss, Xiao made you happy like no one else and you felt like the bond between you was growing more solid with every rendezvous. Your ultimate goal was to make him happy too, or maybe even become happy together. It would take time and patience, but the male next to you was worth every ounce of it. 

     "Yeah, we're done," you agreed, finally able to form words through your lovestruck smile. It was a good thing he was as dense as someone could possibly be. "How about we go to my place? I'm sure I have some almond tofu to thank you for your help, and it's getting slightly cold, too."

     "The cold doesn't bother me," Xiao pointed out, looking away with a small huff. Then, realization seemed to hit him. "Wait, almond tofu? Ugh, f-fine. I was planning on bringing you home anyway." 

With the jade spear in his hand protectively, he marched away from you, more than ready to leave the beach and its pesky crabs behind. You shook your head with a small grin, hoisting the crab basket on your back and following after him. 

In a spontaneous burst of bravery, you reached out and caught his free hand with yours. He didn't pull back, and instead you felt his fingers lace through yours snugly. 

You loved Xiao. Dearly.

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Sparks pt.1

Quicksilver is my current obsession and I’ve been missing his content especially x-men content so I decided to create this fic! Hey y’all this is gonna be my first fic on this account so excited to share it with y’all Be sure to like, follow and comment to let me know what you think! (Full disclosure it’s been a while since I’ve watched the X-Men movies so some facts may be off. I am gonna try and rewatch them soon)

Word Count: 1214

Peter noticed that there were more people than usual gathered outside the school when he arrived. He had just come back from his house, going home for the weekend to restock on his supplies of various hostess snacks. There was a gym bag slung over his shoulder filled with them and a new walkman which just happened to end up in his bag when he was speeding through a convenience store. Totally not stealing.

  There seemed to be an event of some kind going on, he cocked his head to the side and took another bite of his twinkie, his fifth one in the last hour. There also seemed to be a lot of noise and faint music coming from the house. Maybe Charles finally decided to loosen up and let him have the summer party he’d been bugging him about for the last couple months. He took one last bit of this Twinkie before readjusting his goggles and zooming up the path that led to the school. Time slowed as he picked up speed, the bees that buzzed past seemed to move in slow motion, he smirked and sped up even more. 

He came to a stop a few meters away from the entrance of the school. Even as he stopped the world around him remained frozen, everyone stuck in their current positions, as he was free to roam. Peter looked around and saw a banner hanging from the archway of the school. It read, New Students Welcome. The writing was clearly Jubilee's and it was covered in glitter, as he passed underneath it some of it rained down on him. It was colored blue and yellow, horrible color choices in his opinion. So it was orientation day then, not his summer bash of the century, bummer. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun messing with the newbies. Charles was sitting outside the school, hand extended greeting a new student. Peter ran up to the student and messed up his perfectly combed hair and flicked his finger against his chest every so slightly. He then proceeded to terrorize the rest of the newcomers, tying their shoelaces together or swapping their suitcases with one another. He even messed with some of the school's current students, stealing Scott’s sunglasses, moving Jean away from Scott and posing her and some new kid so it looked like they were making out. Placing a spider in Jubilee’s hair. He stood back and admired his handwork, planning on zooming away to his dorm before getting caught. But then he saw Kurt out of the corner of his eye. Of course this wouldn't be complete without messing with his favorite blue buddy. As he ran up to Kurt he noticed that he was talking to someone with a smile frozen on his features. That was rare, Peter slug his arm around Kurt and followed his eyes to see who was making him smile in that way. It was a girl with (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair, she was wearing a Queen band shirt tucked into a pair of blue jean shorts. Her hair was blowing around her face, which was lit up in a brilliant smile, eyes squeezed shut as she laughed at something that Kurt had just said. 

Peter felt himself smile as he looked at you, maybe with you here this place wouldn't be as unbearable. A tinge of annoyance wiggled his way into his heart at the fact that you were laughing with Kurt instead of with him. He continued to stare at you until he realized the whole reason he had come over to you guys to begin with. He took out a sharpie he had pocketed from the convenience store, he popped the cap off with his teeth and twirled it for a moment before deciding what to do with it. He decided to doodle a mustache on Kurt’s upper lip. He then turned to you, marker still in hand. He looked at you for a moment more before deciding that he wasn't going to mess with you, at least for now. That was until he saw the yellow scrunchie on your wrist. Surely you wouldn’t notice if it went missing, and if you did he’d have a reason to talk to you. He slipped it off your arm holding your hand in his, taking a silent note of how well it fit in his own. He took the scrunchie and stuffed it into his pocket along with the Sharpie. He then made a move to dash away thinking about how he could dash back and make a grand entrance. One that would hopefully impress you. But fate had other plans as he moved to run. He tripped over Kurt’s tail and landed flat on his face. Time caught up with him and everything seemed to happen all at once. The new kid fell back on his butt, Jubilee screamed for someone to get the spider off her, Jean pushed away the kid that she had been set up with and Scott gritted his teeth in an annoyance. A loud collective shouting of Peter rang out.

Kurt poofed away in surprise and you let a little laugh out at his expense. Peter was sprawled out on the floor, hair a mess. He was cursing under his breath about Kurt and his stupid tail and how he was gonna chop it off one of these days. He made a move to try and get up before you noticed him but Kurt reappeared on top of Peter. Peter let out a groan in protest of the unwelcomed weight. Kurt’s voice joined the chorus of cursing Peter’s name. You looked at Kurt with an eyebrow raised and let out an airy laugh “Peter? Who’s Peter?” 

An annoyed look rested on Kurt’s face as he pointed down to the silver speedster still laying at your feet. You looked down to see Peter lying on the ground frozen as you locked eyes with him. He felt his face turn red and cleared his throat letting out a choked “Hi.” An octave too high. He then got up a record speed, knocking Kurt off him, pushing past the crowd and disappearing inside the school. He clutched his gym bag to his chest trying to calm himself down as he ripped into a Twinkie. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he could feel his face getting warmer by the second. He couldn't believe that he had made such a fool out of himself in front of you. He peered around the corner and saw you helping up Kurt with a smile on your face. Great, he had helped you guys get closer. 

You helped Kurt back to his feet as you picked up the snack cakes that had fallen out of Pete’s gym bag during his getaway. “Peter seems-”

Kurt cut you off, ‘Annoying.”

You let out a little snort. I was gonna say “interesting.”

“If you say so.” Kurt changed the subject and offered to carry in your bags. Your reluctantly gave him one and you both made your way into the school. Peter watched you two as you came in and promised that the next time you meant he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

I hope y’all enjoyed the first part! If it does well I’ll be updating it next Wednesday! In the meantime send me fic or headcannon requests to my inbox and I’ll reply as soon as I can!

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Migraines

Word count: 1679

Genre: Hurt/comfort 

Pairings: Natasha x fem!reader, platonic avengers x fem!reader

Warnings: Some swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Request: hi~ was wondering if you’d do a natasha x reader with a dash of platonic avengers when reader has chronic migraines but hasn’t told nat so ends up in random places to try and sleep them away and the others keep finding her and then nat figures out she’s hiding something and feels hurt but ends fluffy wanting to take care of reader next time? you can choose who and change any part you want!

Summary: Reader gets really bad migraines and is constantly being found by the team when she wants to be alone, however her girlfriend Natasha doesn’t know what’s going on. 

A/n: This request was for @casperlikej​ so I hope you like it! Also I would like to mention that I know next to nothing about migraines so this probably won’t be super accurate but hopefully it’s ok to read anyways. I’m queuing this to come out on Sunday so that over the weekend I can work on the friends to enemies to lovers three part series and get that out soon (no I have not forgotten about that request). I am only like a sixth into that series but so far I’m super proud of it so I can’t wait to get it done! Also if anyone has ideas, feel free to request anything because I like having multiple fic ideas to think of at all times. Anyways I’m rambling now but I hope you enjoy this fic!

You hated being away from Natasha because although you had only been together for a few months and only known her for half a year you were sure you loved her but sometimes you just couldn’t stand pretending to be okay in front of her so you would hide yourself away. Currently your favourite place to hide was a nice rocking chair near the medbay area that was tucked away in the corner of a room. Barely anyone ever went by and the few that did never seemed to notice, giving you the anonymously you needed in order to curl up with your head in your knees and try to calm your head down. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” You hear Tony’s voice ask and you startle. 

“Oh, um, I’m just spending time with myself.” You respond lamely as Tony raises an eyebrow. 

“You never spend time by yourself,” he points out, “whenever you want to get away from us you always spend time with Natasha.” 

“I am alone sometimes.” You say starting to get annoyed. 

He scoffs. “No you aren’t, is everything ok between you two?”

“Everything is fine, just leave!” You snap at him. He hesitates in leaving the room but ultimately goes without saying another word after seeing how intensely you started glaring at him. It takes longer than usual for your migraine to go away because usually staying level headed helped but at least you yelling got Tony out of the room and to stop asking questions.

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It was only a few days later that you got another migraine. You excuse yourself from the room you were sitting in with Bruce, Tony and Nat, mumbling some bullshit about needing to go to the store and ignoring Tony’s worried look on your way out. You knew that Tony would come looking for you in your old place so you decide to hole up in the room near the pad Thor uses whenever he visits earth. Today wasn’t a very bad migraine because you were able to catch the signs early but it still takes slightly over an hour for your head to stop pounding. You’re about to leave the room and go back to find the others but just to your luck Thor happens to arrive today unscheduled, something that only happens every few weeks. 

“Lady Y/l/n!” his voice booms happily as he steps inside, “it’s so good to see you, but what are you doing here, I wasn’t aware I had informed anyone of my arrival.”

You laugh slightly at his formal way of speaking and confused expression. “You didn’t, I just happened to be here because I was trying to be alone for awhile.”

“Are you feeling unwell?” He asks, looking concerned. 

“Not at all,” you reassure him, “in fact I was just about to go back to the others when you arrived, shall we find them together?” He nods eagerly, holding out his arm for you to hook onto like a true gentleman.

---

The next time you try to hide away you’re talking to Steve and he isn’t getting your subtle cues that you want to leave so he just keeps talking. You think he is talking about some sort of mission but honestly you don’t know because it physically hurts your brain to pay attention. You want to yell at him so badly but you can’t bring yourself to because he isn't trying to hurt you at all and he’s too nice to be angry at. 

“You agree Y/n?” You manage to make out. 

“Yes.” You say, not knowing what you’re even agreeing to.

“Great, I’ll go talk to the others, see you tomorrow for the morning training!” He says before walking off. You groan out loud as soon as you can no longer see him, partly because of how much your head hurts and partly because you accidentally told Steve that morning training was a good idea. This time you just plop yourself on the nearest couch and hope nobody finds you. 

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You stumble into Bruce’s lab calling out for him. It had been over a week since your last migraine and encounter with Steve, one of the longest breaks you’ve had within recent memory but that came back to bite you in the ass when today’s was worse than ever before, even blurring your vision a little because of the pain. 

Bruce stands up from behind a pile of boxes. “Y/n, what brings you here.” 

“Pain meds now.” You order in a weak voice. He looks curious but doesn’t question you, heading towards a back cabinet and pulling out a bottle of pills. You immediately take two and swallow, ignoring him scolding you that you should only take one. Luckily since Bruce invented them himself it only took about five minutes for them to kick in. 

“Sorry, I had a really bad headache.” You tell him which is a half truth. 

He looks at you in concern. “Are you sure that was only a headache? It looked bad.” 

You wave him off, heading towards the door because you didn’t want him to ask anymore questions. “I’m fine Brucie, thanks again!” He sighs and shakes his head as he watches you leave, worried but deciding it’s not his place to badger you about it. 

---

Since every time you got a migraine you always ended up around one of the others you made a plan so that you could avoid everyone because you knew that one day your luck was going to end and Natasha would be the one to find you. You knew that she wouldn’t be mad at you or anything since you can’t control them but the relationship is still new and you don’t want to badger her with any of your problems. 

That’s why as soon as you start to feel a migraine coming on you hoist yourself up into the vents above your (sort of) shared room with Natasha where you had left a blanket and some pillows to relax with… only to find Clint waiting for you there. 

“I was wondering who had left these up there.” He says, seeming like it was a perfectly natural thing for him to be in the vents above your room. You decide not to question it, only sighing because you know that conversation would take up too many thoughts that you don’t have space for right now. You’re just so fucking done with your migraines and want them to go away. 

Clint notices your sadden expression and is serious for once. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

“I get these stupid fucking migraines and it only seems to be getting worse and I don’t want anyone to think I’m weak and I want Natasha but I don’t want to bother her with my problems.” You unload, holding back tears.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t know how to make you feel better,” he confesses, “however why don’t you try to take a nap in your own bed and if you really don’t want Tasha to find you I can keep her distracted.” You nod and he helps you back out of the vents, climbing down after you. 

“Clint?” you say as he’s leaving the room and he turns around, “thanks.”

---

Clint makes his way to the common room where he sees Steve talking to Natasha. 

“Hey guys, what’s up?” He asks with a smile, faltering when he sees Natasha looks upset. “Nat, what’s wrong?”

“I think Y/n is going to break up with me.” She says, her voice thick with emotion. 

Steve frowns. “I told you not to jump to conclusions, maybe you should just talk to her.” Natasha just shakes her head, looking down and taking a deep breath, trying to regulate her emotions. 

“Y/n’s going to hate me for this,” Clint says as two pairs of eyes turn to him, “but you should go to your room, I promise that she’s not planning on breaking up with you.” 

Natasha noticeably brightens. “Are you sure?”

Clint nods. “I’m sure, she said not even five minutes ago that she wanted you. She’s going through some shit right now that you should talk to her about but she wouldn’t break up with you.” 

“Thanks.” Natasha replies, before hurrying to your shared room, worried about you after what Clint said. 

---

You curl up on the bed and let a few tears fall out and before long you are full on sobbing. You always try to stay strong and not cry but you just can’t deal with the migraines anymore. The bed shifts behind you and you sit up straight looking behind you. Natasha is climbing on to it and looking at you with a worried expression on her face. 

“I thought Clint was going to keep you busy.” You say, sniffling to try to stop your tears.

“He must have lied because he told me to come here.” She responds. 

“He’s an asshole.” 

She gives a small laugh. “Normally yes, but he did the right thing, I want to help you with whatever is upsetting you.” 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with me like this,” you tell her, “my migraines are my problem that I have to deal with.” 

She moves across the bed and puts her arms around you. “No sweetheart, I’m here with you.” You start to cry again, this time while it’s slightly from the pain it’s mostly because you feel so overwhelmed with how much she supports you. She pulls you in tightly to her chest, and plants a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I will always be here for you if you need something ok?” she says. “But now you need to rest.” 

“But-” you start to protest before she cuts you off. 

“No buts, you need sleep.” She says while shushing you. You wiggle back, trying to be as far into arms as possible before you slowly drift off, the pain of the migraine going away and all you can feel is warmth.

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