#he likes to sit and lay on the floor but its also an open invitation to become a jungle gym

[st4rgzer]

now playing…the tortured poet’s department (spencer reid)

summary: spencer left his typewriter in your apartment, maybe he was looking for something else

genre: fluffy fluff

cw!: talking briefly about a case involving children, non specified gender i think!

a/n: i want to make a part two cause it didn’t fit the rest of the song! tell me what you think🫶🏼 ttpd masterlist

you jumped up as three perfectly timed knocks came from your front door. like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home, you ran across your apartment, nearly slipping on the wooden floor. you opened the door hurriedly

“spence!” your eyes lit up at the image of spencer reid in front of you, hair tussled slightly and a soft smile on his lips.

“hi” he spoke quietly, deciding to stare at you for a few more seconds before enveloping you in a hug. the familiar scent of leather and espresso making you melt further into his arms.

you placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before pulling away slightly, he shut the front door with the back of his foot effortlessly.

“what’re you doing here? i mean, its not like i dont want you here, obviously i do ,but, its like 10pm?” you speak quick paced and unorganized, but spencer was, of course, very used to it.

“i left my typewriter here” he said with a smile “and also i really wanted to see you and didn’t want to wait ‘till tomorrow” the last part was said with a softer tone, looking down sheepishly.

you pouted slightly with a smile before planting gentle kisses to the bridge of his nose and his lips, before cradling his face in your hands.

“of course, baby. you can come here whenever” you said, your voice smooth and tender. you grabbed his hand and led him to the living room, where his typewriter sat on the coffee table. the night before, you had asked spencer to bring his typewriter so you could write letters thanking the team for coming to the dinner party you’d organized, and also, it was exciting to use one of those typewriter you had seen in movies. spencer obviously complied, accepting any invitation that served as an excuse to be with you.

“here it is, safe and sound” you said, lavishly pointing to the obvious bulk of a typewriter that rested on the wooden surface.

“thank you for keeping it in one piece honey” he joked, sitting onto the couch and examining the keys. he knew you had kept it secure, it was just a small habit of his. you nodded, sitting back on the couch, observing him attentively as his fingers grazed the sides of the device.

“who uses typewriters anyway?” you laugh, leaning on his shoulder playfully. he shakes his head and chuckles softly in return.

he sits back with you eventually. leaning his head to rest on your chest as you held onto him, sensing something was off.

“you wanna talk about it?” you say softly, treading on sensitive territory. you knew how difficult his job was, and how much he kept to himself. even if you insisted on him talking to you, you never pressured him into giving you any information that he knew you were better off without.

he sighed. you placed his head onto your lap, gently. delicately scratching his head, undoing any knots he had. that seemed to help.

“im sorry honey” “is there anything i can do to make you feel better” you press a kiss to his scalp, continuing to stroke his hair gently, and rubbing his back softly.

“just, be here. this is enough” his voice was tired, fragile. you did as he said, running your fingers through his hair. you felt his breathing slow down, and soon enough, soft snores filled the room. you smiled and pressed a kiss on his head, laying yours back on the sofa, eyes fluttering shut.

[audi-art]

He's very Big Brother Shaped

[mangosrar]

let the light in.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

an: i lowk hate this 🤓 also not proof read and the ending is ass.

warnings: none really just sad matt but it’s a happy ending 🤍

matt was prone to shutting you out due to his mental health. he had done it multiple times before, usually you gave him a few days to cool off and things went back to normal, but this time it was different. your boyfriend had blew up on you about a week ago and told you to leave him the fuck alone. so following normal procedure, you left his house and didn't bother him until 2 days later. under normal circumstances he would invite you over, talk it out with you and things would go back to normal but this time wasn't like that. you had reached out to him multiple times with no response, you even spoke to his brothers who told you they didn't know what to do. they advise you just let him figure it out, but you couldn't just sit around while matt was suffering, so you went over to his place, upon nicks request after agreeing with you.

"hey y/n" Chris said as he engulfed you in a hug after letting you in the house. you hugged him back and made your way upstairs to be greeted with nick.

"im so glad you're here, he hasn't came out of his room in like 3 days, he hasn't eaten or talked to either of us" he hugged you.

"Jesus, i mean i can try and get through to him but i don't know how much help ill be" you frowned.

"its worth a shot" Chris said before you sighed and made your way to matts bedroom door.

you took a deep breath and closed your eyes before knocking.

"hey matt, its me. can i come in?" no reply.

you looked over to Chris and nick, watching you from the living room and they motioned for you to walk in with their hands. you nodded before opening the door and going in.

his room was a mess, laundry all over the floor, his desk covered in paperwork that hadn't been done and his dresser looked like it had seen better days.

matt lay in bed, wrapped in his sheets with his back to you. you started walking round his bed towards him before he spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

"i don't want to hear it y/n. i don't want you here so leave" his voice sounded raspy and tired. you couldn't help but feel a sting from his words. usually matt never wanted to be away from you, hell, he would attach himself to you if he could.

"matt come on, lets just talk" you didn't move from your standing position at the end of his bed. matt let out a heavy sigh before aggressively throwing the covers off of himself and standing up and walking towards you.

"talk about what? how you fucking pity me huh? how im being selfish and im hurting people around me? no, fuck you and your fucking sympathy i don't want it" his voice was raised and he was slightly leaning down, yelling in your face. his eyes were drooped and the bags under them were deep and dark, his face looked sunken in and pale. you were taken back by his words. never once had your boyfriend spoken to you like this.

you opened your mouth to speak but before you could even get a word in, he barged past you, flinging his bedroom door open before making his way into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. you took a moment to take a deep breath, looking down at your feet, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill. after re-collecting yourself you made your way to his bathroom door trying to open it.

"matt open the door please" silence.

"matt open the fucking door" no reply.

"matt open the fucking door or i swear to god im going to walk out of this house and were over. you cannot keep doing this to me" nothing but the snap of the door unlocking was heard. you immediately walked in to find matt on the floor, slumped against the cabinet, elbows resting on his bent knees, with his head in his hands. you closed the door and sat down next to him on the floor.

"oh matt" you whispered as the tears started to roll down your face too. every ounce of anger that had occurred in you from him walking away, had dispersed instantly. you placed a small hand on the back of his head and gently pulled him to lean on you. he immediately wrapped his arms around your middle and put all of his weight on you, so terrified that you would disappear if he didn't hold you close enough.

"im sorry. i don't know what's wrong with me y/n, i cant make it stop" his voice was broken and slightly muffled.

"you don't need to be sorry matt because there's nothing wrong with you, nothing at all. you just have to talk to us" you pursed your lips together and looked up to the ceiling, while running your hand over his hair soothingly, desperately trying to stop the tears that were cascading down your cheeks.

"i cant because i-... i don't want to scare you away and i don't want to have to burden you with all this shit, you don't deserve that. this is my problem and i have to deal with it myself" he cried harder than before, tightening his grip around you. you immediately put your hands on both sides of his face, pulling his head up so he was eye level with you.

"don't ever say that, you're not going to scare me away. i love you and you're not a burden honey, i promise, you're my life line matt. you don't deserve this either okay? no one does, but its better to deal with it together than alone, this is what im here for, you're supposed to lean on me when you cant handle it. always okay?" at this point you were both full on sobbing. you couldn't understand how he could ever think that, he was your everything. every sun and moon you saw belonged to him. every single living breath you took was his. every single story you ever told had him disguised in it somehow. there was not a single day that passed that wasn't all about him.

"okay" his voice was quiet as he nodded. you followed his movements and nodded with him, searching his eyes for any sort of doubt in your words, you found nothing.

"i love you" he rested his forehead on yours as you spoke, breathing deeply, trying to silence his cries.

"i love you too, always".

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[starrykaulitz]

any era tom headcannons!

hi guys! so since i don't have enough time to write full segments of stuff, ill be posting either head cannons or my fav pictures from now on… so sorry for the hiatus i went on with no notice but enjoy these!!

SFW;

he loves it when you sit on his lap. everywhere you go, public eye or not, he opens his legs inviting you to sit on either his knee or on his thighs. depends if you can get home fast enough from wherever you are.

this man is obsessed with public affection. he seriously does not care about what others think when it comes to his relationship. you'll be walking in a crowd of people and his hand will be smack bang on your ass, gripping it, groping it, you get the point.

he sleeps on the left side, always. and he has these reading glasses that have broken MULTIPLE TIMES because everytime he finishes staring at his phone at 2 am, goes to switch of the bedside light, he forgets to take the glasses off and they end up on the floor. he says 'ill get them in the morning', ends up forgetting they are there and steps on them with his fat ahh feet.

his fav cuddle position is def when he can rest his head on your tits, big or small. he loves laying on your chest whilst wrapping his leg around your lower half.

he always needs to be touching something of yours. its almost a subconscious thing, but he has to have his hand or his leg near yours at all times, especially if your in a situation that could make him nervous.

if you knew him from a younger age, growing up together, he would have 100% picked on you more than anyone else around him. you were a girl, its 'funny', but now that hes older, that man will literally kiss the ground you walk on.

your in the car with him? hes driving? horrible idea. he will not only speed to see your scared reaction, but he was also drive with his knees. he does not stop at orange lights at night either, he is going STRAIGHT THROUGH IT, PUMPING THE GAS.

if you were watching a movie and he got real into it, he'd begin just...grabbing at your boobs. not in a sexual way, in a way of "they are there, might as well grip onto them."

NSFW ;

alright. morning sex. all the time. it'd be strange if you didnt have it. he is constantly up against your back, and he'd love having an s/o whos a bit exciting, so extra points to you if you purpusfully gave him one while he was asleep. but god, he would be sloppy in the morning and it would be amazing.

when he finishes, (he would want to do it inside you if you had been dating for years on end, no protection) he bites at your shoulder. doesnt matter what position, hes biting that shit hard as he finishes.

he LOVES licking. idk why, but he does. if your lying there under him, arms stretched to the side, he will take that chance to lick all the way from your belly button, to your neck, up until he reaches your mouth and then continues to shove said tongue down your throat.

he gets pretty aggressive with head i'd say. he loves you doing it, literally his favorite past time, but he would grip onto your scalp so hard and pound himself into you, (ofc, only if youre in the mood for that.)

mirrors? dont even mention them or else he'll have you infront of one and have you begging for more istg. he loves seeing both himself and your fucked out expression as he hits it from the back.

again, toms said this before, but i rlly dont think tom would like you doing the dirty talking, (ofc unless your out at a public dinner on the other side of the table, you send him a dirty msg or sum), but he prefers to hear you scream and ATTEMPT to talk then have you degrading him or sum.

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Yandere vampire Luffy getting jealous and breaking the nose of one of his vampy friends trying to bite on his precious Reader?

Belong To Me~..

College student reader!! X yandere vampire! Luffy!

Halloween special~

Fluttering your eyes open, you opened your eyes and sat up in your bed to face the world. Looking around, you noticed it was a bit dark..the curtains were closed after all.

“It’s so dark in here..isn’t supposed to be a bit sunny today..?”

You asked to yourself, sitting up out of your bed, you got up and turned to your curtains. Opening then to the reveal the glorious sunlight shining through. Of course the weather wasn’t as hot though. A smile made its way onto your lips as you were just about to comment on the weather, especially for Halloween season you heard a hiss.

A hiss of pain, like someone was behind you and felt pain from the..sunlight..?

Immediately, you turned around to look at what was behind you but there you saw nothing. In the shadows you saw nothing lurking around..

Or so you thought..

Little did you know that there was a certain vampire with obsidian black hair and big wide eyes filled with curiosity and adventure. A vampire that was completely..compelled by you.

Luffy blew on his wing as quietly as he could, but also trying to heal it from the sunlight you just had to shine at this time of day!

He huffed, his eyes following your every move while you walked around the room. Who knows how long he’s been staying in your apartment..one day he found you and couldn’t let go..he would never forget that one fateful rainy day.

The wind was crisp as autumn was coming to a close. The moon was shining bright as a light in a dark room. Luffy unfortunately, was having a bit too much fun in his bat form that night and was being a little reckless..he was laying on the wet floor, tired, hurt and hungry. But then you came. You came and rescued him from who knows what could’ve happen to him. You fed him, cared for him and loved him. All in his bat form but that still counts for something right?!

His heart fluttered as he grinned, showing his white shiny fangs along with his other pearly white teeth. Just look at you..those eyes..that hair..that smile.

He just had to protect you no matter what..soon, you’d be his..

And nothing could change that.

He was absolutely sure of it, oh so delusional..his grin didn’t even falter at all as he jumped from the bookshelf and turned into his bat form, flying after you when he saw you leave out the front door while you were talking on the phone, trying to keep quiet.

The sound of your phone ringing got your attention as you picked it up from your bag and answered it, the beeping finally stopping. Now your eyes were locked on where you were going but still you kept your mind open to whoever was calling you so suddenly just when classes were about to start.

“Hey,Y/N!!”

Your eyes lit up as soon as you heard that voice, it was your best friend who was also attending the school you were currently going to! But what did they want?

“Hey,(F/N) what’s up? You know we’ll see each other in class right?”

“Yeah i know! But I just wanted to make sure about one thing, you’re going to the Halloween party one of the students is throwing tonight right? It’s gonna be huge!!”

You thought about for a second..would a part be good for you?..you liked Halloween..and you could get a a taste of the college experience better..sure why not!

You have been feeling a bit..watched lately..

A smile made its way onto your lips as you opened up the door to your first class of the day.

“You bet your ass I am!”

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When you walked into the party you were immediately hit by the flashing lights and colors. So many people were dancing and even singing that it was hard to keep track of who was who.

Looking around for your friend who invited you in the first place, you went over to the punch bowl.

Leaning against the railing, you took out your phone and texted your friend to let them know you were here but all of a sudden you felt a light, gentle tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw a boy with black hair. He had a big grin on his face with excitement in his wide eyes. Something about him was truly..compelling..you could already tell. He had a scar under his right eye and..fangs?..

No! That had to be a costume! Get it it together Y/N!..

Looking up at him, his smile only grew somehow. He just met you but seemed so so excited..was he new?..

“Hi!! My names Luffy! Yours?!”

He did while holding his hand out, sheepishly smiling you gently took it and shook it in a friendly manner.

“Hey Luffy I’m Y/N..how do you know the host of this party?..or are you new to campus..I don’t recall seeing you around..”

He blinked a few times and then laughed a bit nervously.

“Oh well..yeah..I’m new! I know the host by..an old pal!”

Tilting your head you nodded. The whole conversation so far, you saw that he hadn’t removed his gaze off of you..once.

His cheery attitude never left or faltered once while the two of you were talking and for some reason you felt he was a bit off. Whenever you told him something about yourself like your favorite food, color or music style, he didn’t seem surprised like..at all.

It was like he already knew the answers.

Like he already knew you.

Like the back of his hand..

A few minutes had passed and he was still rambling about some nonsense. Boy, he really did know how to talk your ear off didn’t he..? He seemed so excited to talk to you. Not to mention he kept inching a bit closer, so close that if he wanted to, he could pull you in a hug without even trying.

Then out of no where, two hands slowly slid down to your hips. Eyes widening in shock and surprise you instinctively turned around to face whoever was in a touchy mood tonight.

You would notice that Luffy also stopped immediately when someone Dared to lay a finger on your precious body.

He was clenching his plastic cup with juice in it, making the juice slowly drip down his fist to his arm.

He hated when others stole your attention from him. He did not like it. Not one bit.

The person who grabbed you from behind seemed to have the same vibe as Luffy….kinda..And those fangs..those fangs they had looked so real..

But they couldn’t be! Vampires weren’t real! Right?

“Hey Luffy, who’s this cutie?..”

The guy asked, unusually staring at the side of your neck..

Luffy groaned. Why couldn’t he just have you to himself?..he gave a little pout as he watched you and his friend talk for a bit.

In all honesty, he didn’t really care if that guy was his friend..

Yeah, they did know each other for a few..years, and they looked out fir each other whenever the humans tried to kill them but..

Whoever should even dare to touch will get their asses kicked.

Luffy’s thoughts were really running wild through his mind. What if he tried to take you away from him..? What would he do with you? Who would he do with you?!?

Man..he really didn’t know why you made him so..so..

Quiet.

His mind then went quiet when he saw the sight before him.

His friend was trying to bite you.

He had his jaw open and forcefully tilting your head to the side so he could have more access. You look confused out of your mind, why was he trying to bite you..? What was this?

With the lights, the music and the people all around you three, adrenaline shot through Luffy’s veins. He snapped. He just couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were his.

You saved him.

He was supposed to protect you!

Without a thought he lunged forward, a shadow covering his eye as a serious look that rarely showed on his face.

His fist instantly connecting with his friend who tried to bite your neck with his dirty slimy teeth. The guy clenched his nose as blood trickled from his hand and letting out a loud groan of pain.

You were absolutely shocked, looking down at him with a mix of shock and horror.

By now, the party had stopped and everyone was looking at the scene that just played out.

Luffy took a few deep breaths, his fists clenched. Looking at you he smiled, not even caring about the whole scene he had caused.

Without any hesitation at all he swooped you up into his arms and flew out the window, holding you tight as you screamed for help. There were people who ran to try to help and others just stared. Ether way he finally had you now he was never letting you go.

Ever.

Back in his cave he had you in between his legs, snuggling his head in your neck. Unfortunately, you were making too much noise while he was carrying you so he had to knock you out. It was okay though! You would forgive him eventually..

He had to admit he was overjoyed to finally have you here his cave, holding you close and caring for you.

He had all your favorite things here!..that he may or may not have stolen from your home..Your clothes, pictures..you would love it!

A grin was plastered on his face as he took in your scent and let out a happy sigh.

“Finally..”

He said softly in your neck, his grip slowly tightening around you.

“You Belong To Me..”

Hey guys!! I thought I’d do this request first since it was only two days after Halloween! I really liked this one and I hope you guys did too!❤️🌸❤️

@anemptypuddingcup thank you so much for requesting this sweetie! I really hope you liked this!! I thought I’d make it into a modern college AU because it fit better for me lol, sorry if that messed it up 😭 but I really hope you enjoyed this because it was so much fun to write this🫶🏼 remember, you can always request from me because I LOVE your ideas! Thank you again darling!

Until next time my pretty petals!! 🌸🌱🪷

[crookednachogalaxy]

im kinda thinking about bowser being a simp and i cant help but think how would that translate to luigi?

im not gonna take the movie's plot into consideration, but i will be using bowser's characterization as a starting point.

so, we know bowser is a simp for peach, and a big one at that. his style of showing affection is not only loud but downright aggressive, and while it absolutely fits him, it didnt work on peach and definitely wouldnt work on luigi. so where do we go from here?

i'd imagine they start off as begrudging friends. bowser still loves peach, but he doesnt want to shake the peace that has been established. and most of all, the rejection still stings and he's being sorta lost and mopey. luigi, having a heart too kind for his own good, hangs around the koopa king offering his comfort - and while he isnt too keen on having the younger mario brother buzzing around him, its better than being alone.

over time, he gets over the rejection. he is able to form a genuine friendship with peach (with no resurfaced feelings!), and even mario sees him more as a sports rival than a threat nowadays, allowing for some light-hearted banter. when those two toad-heads announce their relationship, bowser is genuinely happy for them. luigi, in the meantime, really grows on bowser as a friend. he invites the plumber over to his castle regularly to spend time together, conversation flowing naturally between them. when he's with luigi, it's so easy to forget about the world.

physical affection, too, starts becoming the norm without either realizing it. it starts off small, simple fist bumps and head pats. laying an arm over the other's shoulder to pull them close while joking, hugs hello and goodbye. eventually, they sit together, sides touching, bowser's tail curling around them.

it's during one of those sit-togethers that bowser first realizes his feelings for the plumber. luigi is fast asleep, cuddled up to bowser's side without noticing, and the koopa king is nothing but enamoured. as he goes to gently pet luigi's hair, he freezes. since when was he so gentle with him? since when were they so close? what he was about to do was something he did for his children often, but they were his family. when did luigi become part of that circle? it left him wondering about what to do.

bowser is loud. he is confident, he is shameless. if he likes someone, they will know. but peach hated his aggressiveness, and luigi would like it even less. so how could he show luigi he loved him without overwhelming him? being subdued and talking around the bush is not his style, but for his new beloved he'd find a way to be true to himself and honest at the same time.

from that night onwards, bowser approaches their interactions differently. he is more openly affectionate, not just in the way of who he allows to see them be affectionate but also what types of affectionate gestures he shows. he cups luigi's cheek, he nuzzles his snout into his head. their hugs become longer and tighter, he freely purrs when luigi runs his fingers through his hair, he gives him flowers. he rushes to pull out the chair when luigi's sits down at the dinner table, and he has his private study adjusted to fit luigi's sensory needs and allow him a space to relax and make his own. bowser is so obvious in his affections that the troops and caste staff start saluting luigi as if he were a person of importance in the castle (much to his confusion).

luigi, as touch starved as he is, takes the new affection in stride. he doesnt realize what it's supposed to mean, but he loves the way bowser is becoming so comfortable with him. he, too, opens up in turn, and it becomes hard to believe that he once lived a life without someone so important to him.

luigi's realization happens a while later than bowser's. the koopa king was asleep on the floor, belly down and head in luigi's lap, with luigi running his hand through the king's hair. it's in that vulnerable position that he comes to terms with his feelings for the koopa king, and he questions himself and their every interaction upon it. the next day, when bowser makes another big gesture of affection towards him, is when he realizes that bowser feels the same way, and has been telling him for a while. when luigi reciprocates, romantically, bowser cannot stop his tail from wagging hard.

and that's where it continues. bowser is still loud and obvious in his affection for luigi, but he makes sure that it is private, for them, and luigi appreciates it immensely. peach, observant as ever, knows immediately when things changed between them, whereas mario stays oblivious until they officially announce their relationship. he is supportive tho (you know, im not even surprised. if anyone can tame that overgrown lizard, of course it'd be weegie).

[riddles-fiddles]

Hey, its me again! I just had another idea for a fic!! Leona and/or Silver with a s/o Yuu who likes to take naps with them and cuddle. They also don't mind where those naps take place, Leona wants to sleep in the botanical garden? He needs to make space for his herbivore. Silver accidentally falls asleep while they're studying? Looks like a sleepover to Yuu!

My gods, I love those kind of fluffy scenarios so much T_T also thank you for requesting for my baby Silver! I was aching to be able to write for him some time!!! <3

Synopsis: just cuddling and falling asleep in each other's arms Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Silver Tags: SFW, fluff, cozy lovey scenario Notes: implied narcolepsy by Silver's part, sorry if this feels too short </3

"Don't you have some classes to attend, herbivore?" Leona scoffs with contained annoyance as you motion to sit down beside him, leaning against the tree he was unsuspiciously sleeping against just some seconds ago - you should know by now that he is far from happy every time someone comes to wake him up. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to know it's you; he knows your scent and the way your shoes clap on the floor with a certain rythm, so he's not as tense and irritated as expected when being disturbed by someone else.

His ears twitch with curiosity when your response to his harsh remark is to simply chuckle with an amused tone, your low tone welcoming his attention in a way only you could capture. "Actually, I just thought it would be nice to nap a bit. My class is taking flight, so it's not like I'll miss much on the lessons."

Leona merely hums with lazy understanding at your reasons, crossing his arms above his chest as he shifted slightly, trying to make himself comfortable again, and when you lay your head on his shoulder, he goes stiff for a moment, careful to stay as still as possible as you snuggle closer to his body, skin shivering by the welcoming feeling of your warm hands wrapping around his waist in a loose hug.

A low sigh of contentment falls from his lips as he finally adjusts, tilting his head to carefully rest over the top of yours in a silent, humble act of affection and protectiveness. Leona takes in the sweet, relaxing scent of your hair, the enveloping heat that your body radiates a beacon of reassurance and bliss for him. Leona reveled on the way you effortlessly worked his heart to beat faster for your innocent antics, and at the same time relax at your comforting embrace, your rythmic breath lulling him to sleep.

Next time he's out searching for good spots to nap, Leona hopes that you'll be ditching classes again, and this time he'll be sure to bring a blanket too, just in case.

It doesn't matter where Silver is sleeping, as long as he can feel you within his reach, anywhere is good enough. Most of times he fell asleep without even noticing it, he would feel embarrassed, knowing it was mostly in public places and it meant exposing his vulnerability to others.

But then you came along on his life, and somehow you're always by his side on those moments of what feels like black-outs for him, always looking and caring for his unconscious self. Though Silver recognizes how much his condition can be difficult to deal with, he's glad that it's still something you two can bond upon; he's the most happy when you seek him to cuddle lazily until you two slip off to a comfortable slumber.

When you invite Silver over Ramshackle Dorm to study together for your exams, you're already aware of his sudden sleepiness, so you set everything you think might be useful; food, plenty of water, a stimulating playlist to listen to while you scribble down important notes. You even wrote down a quiz regarding the most important tests to help memorize.

Silver sits in front of the small table on the lounge, brows furrowed and auroral eyes intensely scrapping every sentence on the alchemy book with resolute determination. You can't help but sometimes glance over your notebook to appreciate his focused expression, or check on him to make sure he was still awaken, pulling small talk to break the silence and keep Silver from dozing off.

But you're half an hour through the first test, and when you lift your eyes off the book to ask him something, you notice Silver's face slumped over his notes, a peaceful glow over the fair features. With a knowing sigh, you wrap a blanket over his shoulders before setting by his side, carefully snuggling under his arms - and even asleep, Silver seems to notice the press of your body, welcoming you to indulge on his embrace by wrapping an arm around you, instinctively coming closer to you. A delighted smile tugs at the corner of his lips, your touch and the warmth of your body a soothing reassurance for his sleepy consciousness.

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Moonlight Sunrise (Part 2)

Minatozaki Sana x reader

Part 1

GENRE: angst, fluff, non-idol

TYPE: Short fic

You could feel the warmth emanating through the wooden doors of the hub, followed by muffled roars of laughter and conversation.

Momo had invited you for a drink in the local pub the night before the start of the event. You had spent the day training and preparing yourself, and you also did some shopping, buying food to pack for the event as it may last up to several weeks, depending on whether any contenders are alive.

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you pushed open the door and walked in.

The chatter died down immediately the moment you stepped in, with all of the men looking at you menacingly and with a hint of fear. War heroes, knights, and even thieves were there, all wanting a piece of the treasure. They had nothing in common in terms of background, only one thing—they saw you as their biggest threat.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called from the back of the pub, Momo. "Over here."

You slowly made your way towards her, hands deep in the pockets of your coat. Some of the people stood up as you passed them, afraid yet trying their best to show their dominance.

You heard one of the groups of people make a move to draw out their weapons as soon as your back was turned, and you swiftly drew out your poison-soaked dagger. Skillfully dodging his swing, you silently and swiftly had your dagger at his throat.

The crowd fell silent, tension thick in the air, as beads of sweat formed on the scarred man's brow.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He cried out, craning his head to look at his leader for help.

His leader, a blurry hard-faced man, simply looked away and sat down.

"Now now, Y/N," Momo sighed, getting up from her seat and tugging you to release the man. "Let's not kill anyone before the competition."

Reluctantly, you relented, allowing the man to stumble backward and collapse onto the wooden floor.

"But feel free to hunt as many down in the labyrinth," Momo mused with a mischievous glint in her eyes, laughing when she saw the rest of the people shuffle uneasily.

The crowd cleared within seconds, leaving the bar now half empty.

"What a way to clear the crowd, I'm impressed," a soft voice called from the table Momo was originally sitting at, and you looked over to find another of your past colleagues and close friend of your sister, Minjeong.

Minjeong trained with you, your sister Yeji, and Momo at the same academy, spending most of your childhood together under the same master. She was skilled in poison and herbs, choosing to leave the academy as soon as she turned 16 to set off on a journey to learn more in this area. You hadn't seen her since.

You did, however, hear stories about her once in a while—how she turned into a master of poison and started her own academy at the young age of 21. Most of the weapons infused with poison, like the very one you had, were developed by her. Her name was now Winter, possessing a beauty as captivating and alluring as the first snowfall of the season. Her features were delicate yet sharp, like the frost that kissed the landscape with its icy touch. But beneath her stunning exterior lay a darkness, a chill that could freeze the hearts of those who crossed her path. As all of the people who had unfortunately come in contact with her dangerously poisonous infused blade, only managed to utter "cold as winter" before they hit the ground dead.

Contrary to what you had heard about her through these past few years, the tall girl was here, smiling goofily, grabbing you into a familiarly tight hug.

"I missed you, Y/N unnie."

You returned the gesture affectionately, feeling a surge of nostalgia. Minjeong had always been like a younger sister to you, a role she embraced wholeheartedly during your time at the academy.

"You've grown tall, baby rabbit." 

She let out a laugh and dragged you and Momo to sit down with her. "That's exactly what Momo unnie told me when she saw me."

Momo simply glared at her with her arms crossed in front of her.

You let out a sigh. This was the face she made whenever someone was about to do something stupid.

"What are you doing here, Minjeongie?"

"Same reason as you. I'm going into the labyrinth."

"No," you said simply, shaking your head, with Momo nodding in agreement. "That's too dangerous."

"Whyyy," Minjeong whined, her tone childlike despite her lethal reputation, "I'm fully capable."

"We know you are, Min. It's just that it's too much of a risk. No one knows what's in the labyrinth," Momo tried to appease the younger girl. "Besides, what could you possibly want from the labyrinth? Money? We can provide that, just tell us how much you need."

The younger girl pouted. Seeing this menacing girl acting so childish must have been bizarre for the people she hunted down.

"I have money. I just really need this material that's rumored to be in the labyrinth," she paused, before quietly muttering, "the ashes of voidlings."

"Absolutely not," Momo hissed, "are you out of your mind?"

Minjeong looked at you pleadingly. She knew you were always the one to relent and fall for her maknae charms.

"If Y/N unnie is with me, it will be safe."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Not this time. Voidlings are not creatures you can kill. Even Master Kim said to flee when we encounter one."

Voidlings originated from dark witchcraft, when a spellbounder cast the darkest, most evil curse on a deceased, turning them into beings of the dark, preying on fear and weakness. These beings were created only if the deceased was filled with enough anger and hatred, making them powerful and nearly unbeatable. There has been no sure way to defeat these creatures. Nearly every person who encountered them died on the spot, let alone survived long enough to defeat them and gather their ashes.

Desperate, Minjeong blurted out the reason she swore to keep secret. "It's for Yeji."

"What?" You paused, putting down your mug and looking at the young girl.

"What about Yeji?" Momo asked, completely out of the loop. You hadn't told her the reason why you were here.

"Yeji wrote me a letter a few weeks ago, asking me for help. She wanted me to accompany Y/N unnie into the labyrinth, saying it was too dangerous for anyone to go alone. She told me you were going for her, and that was when she told me about her illness."

"She's sick? Wha-when? How?" Momo furrowed her brows in concern. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"She's been sick for two years now, and it's getting worse," you lowered your eyes, staring at the droplets that formed on the outside of your mug. "She was poisoned by one of the unknown beings in the far eastern territory, and no one has a way to cure her. That's why I was hoping to find the Luminite stone—you get one wish, right? Maybe this would work."

"My students and I have been trying to figure out a counterpoison for that, and I need the ashes of voidlings," Minjeong patted your hand in comfort, "If the stone doesn’t work, we can try for this."

The three of you sat in silence, each one lost in your thoughts, weighed down by the news like thick clouds pressing down. With every passing moment, the heaviness in the air grew, filling the room with uncertainty and a sense of foreboding that stretched into the late hours of the night. It was as if the very atmosphere held its breath, anticipating some ominous revelation lurking just beyond reach.

After much contemplation and discussion, you and Minjeong came to an agreement, despite Momo's disagreement. If you failed to find the stone within a week, Minjeong would enter the labyrinth and help you find and defeat a voidling. None of you were happy this decision, but this was the only way to save Yeji.

"It's late, you have a big day tomorrow," Momo yawned, rubbing her eyes. Minjeong was already fast asleep with her head drooped over the table.

"Yeah, I have one more stop to make," you said rising out of your seat, "Can you let me into the castle?"

"You know I can't do that, Y/N," Momo sighed before lifting the sleeping girl in her arms.

"Please. There's someone I need to say thank you to."

"Fine," the head of security relented. "Minjeong is crashing at my place anyway."

The three of you slowly made your way down the empty pebbled roads, the moonlight guiding the way, just like old times when you would leave training and head back to the dorms together. However, this time, there was a noticeable absence – Yeji.

"By the way, what's Princess Sana's favorite food?" 

"What the fuck, Y/N? Be quiet or we're going to get caught." 

"Please?" 

"Fine. Apples I think. Anything apple flavored."  

"Nice." 

"Shut up." 

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Pushing open the familiar run-down wooden door, you found the space in front of the labyrinth deserted, as expected. You had a feeling the princess didn't want to be seen, especially after giving you that fake name.

Silently, you walked towards the metal bars and peered into the dark misty abyss again, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blonde girl. Instead, you saw only eerie shadows that seemed too haunting to be her. You definitely didn't want to come in contact with any of those beings.

Deciding to call it a night, you reached into your knapsack and pulled out a bottle of apple cider along with some small cakes bought at the market earlier that day. Placing them on the bench where you had sat together the day before, you wanted to thank the princess for her compass, even if you weren't sure if it was real or not.

Before you could make your way back, a familiar soft voice cut through the whooshing sounds emanating from the black clouds within the labyrinth.

"Hwang."

Turning, you found Luna sitting on top of the towering metal bars, swinging her barefoot legs casually.

"Hey."

She jumped down from the metal wall, landing gently with a thud.

"Couldn’t resist visiting me, huh?" She chuckled, eyeing the items on the bench. "Ooooo apple cider!"

She eagerly tore open the bottle and took a swig, resembling a little kid on Christmas morning. You couldn’t help but soften at her endearing behavior.

"It's just to thank you for giving me the compass."

"How do you know if I'm not fooling you?" She turned to look at you, a piece of cake still in her mouth.

"I don't," you said honestly, "but I'm willing to take that risk."

"For an assassin, you're oddly trusting," Luna mused, before splitting one of the cakes and passing it to you.

"How did you-"

"I hear your name once in a while in the labyrinth, Hwang." Luna giggled at your bewilderment, before lowering her voice as if she was an announcer. "The greatest assassin of the century, Hwang Y/N, the NightWalker. Some of the competitors talked about you, 'What would the NightWalker do in this situation?', 'Oh no, I'm cornered, if only I could walk on water like the NightWalker.'"

Your face flushed with embarrassment as she teased you, her laughter echoing through the empty space.

"Shut up," you nudged her with your shoulder.

She no longer felt like a monster; she felt like the cheerful princess people always talked about in their stories.

Luna put her fingers to her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles.

"Besides, it's a win-win situation if I get the stone," you shrugged, biting into the cake, the sweet-savory invading your taste buds.

"How so?"

"You're Princess Sana, aren't you?" You laughed at her surprised expression. "It says on the compass. If I win, I promise you'll be able to see the sunlight whenever you want. I have no interest in locking you by my side."

Instantly, the carefree girl in front of you shifted to the defensive half-human being. Sana's eyes glowed red once again, and you felt your body constrict, as if a rope was squeezing you tightly. She was looking for any lies behind your eyes. She found none.

"Sorry," she muttered, releasing you from her stare. You simply waved her off.

"I can't see the sunrise either way. I'm bound to the stone," she murmured softly, her delicate features cast in a faint glow from the moonlight.

As she spoke, her shoulders hunched slightly, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes of the weight she carried. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter in sympathy for the beautiful being before you, her words tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"The moonlight will be the only light I see for the rest of my life."

"I'll figure out a way. I always do," you promised.

Sana looked up to meet your eyes, her own remaining human and soft this time. In that moment, her gaze held a sense of vulnerability. You found yourself momentarily lost in her soft honey hues, the warmth of her gaze enveloping you. A faint blush tinged her cheeks as she met your stare, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between you.

"You're an odd one, NightWalker."

"As are you, Princess." you replied, unable to resist a teasing tone.

"Don't call me that," she muttered, trying to hide her smile, but her eyes betrayed her amusement.

You spent another hour or two talking to Sana, enjoying her company and the lighthearted banter that momentarily lifted the weight from your shoulders.

"It's almost sunrise. I have to go," Sana announced, stretching as she rose to her feet. "You should get some rest too, Y/N."

You nodded, following suit and standing up.

The princess grinned and extended her hand in a handshake. "Partners?"

"Partners," you agreed, shaking her hand firmly. Her touch sent a shiver down your spine, despite the warmth of the night.

Satisfied, with a hint of pink on her cheeks, Sana turned to make her way back towards the labyrinth, her figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

"You better bring me some more of those cakes, Hwang," she called back before vanishing completely.

"Aye-aye, Princess," you replied, unable to resist one last teasing remark.

"Don't call me that!" she retorted with a laugh, her voice echoing faintly in the night.

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Cute filler chapter this time 😉

[amywritesthings]

SEEING YOU, SEEING ME (3/7)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: After handling a life-or-death favor for Tess, you're in deep shit. Until she can make things right, she suggests you lay low at her place for the week. The issue? It's also Joel Miller's place, and you're pretty sure he hates you.

Warnings: PRE-TLOU, Mentions of death and violence, Age gap/difference, Slow burn, Angry!Joel, Eventual Smut, Semi-Enemies to Fuckers, Sexual tension, Alcoholism, Drinking/Drinking Games, Suggestive Language, One Bed Trope

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CHAPTER 3: THEY ARE TWO ALONE

For most of the day, Joel Miller is nowhere to be found.

Neither is Tess, which is a concerning thought nipping at the back of your mind. In this decaying world, a means of communication starts and ends with radio, letters, or simply showing up. You have to trust the other woman knows what she’s doing and leave it at that.

A few days.

You can handle a studio apartment prison on your own for a few days.

While Joel explicitly said not to touch anything, he never said about looking. The apartment is equal parts busy and barren. Quaint and simple yet full of meaningless trinkets scavenged from another person’s trash around the makeshift city. No photographs, though those are impossible to come by anymore. No personal items, though you wouldn’t even know what’s considered sacred to Joel even with a gun to your head.

It’s all acquired junk for places, spaces, meant to fill up a void.

And without touching anything beyond the pans and plates in the sink, there’s not much else to do.

Circling for what feels like the tenth time around the small space, what catches your eye every wrap around is the Top 100 book sitting right next to the FM radio. Its bright white face and pop-art font is sinfully inviting, begging to be opened and read.

On the fourteenth walk-around, your hand reaches for it and hovers.

You shouldn’t.

On the twentieth-seventh, however, you gently peel back a page. Then another.

Soon you find yourself picking up the damn thing to carefully flip through it, but the brick of a book quickly opens and settles to a hardened section: one divided by a notepad disguised as a bookmark. 

It takes a second to realize it’s the same notepad as last night, and your eye gravitates to the title of the page: Top Billboard Hits of 1974.

(Wasn’t it a Barry Manilow song playing when you walked in last night?)

Out of what little respect you can give in the midst of breaking your promise to Joel, you keep flipping, choosing not to pry on the contents inside said notepad.

(He doesn't want to be known, just like you.)

Three hours pass with a ferocious quickness as you stand by the radio, reading annual time capsules of music history soon to be forgotten in the coming years.

(Most of it already has.)

Once you hit a section defining the trends of the 80’s, you decide not to push your luck. You set the chunky white book exactly where Joel left it — a hope that, while you broke what little trust he had in you, the action will go unnoticed.

Circles upon circles you walk to the couch, the bedroom, the kitchenette, hovering over other items of interest as you do. You have to admit: this place has more than what you do at the piece of shit studio space Fedra gave to you in this town, but it will have—

The door creaks.

Stopping in your tracks, you turn swiftly from the cupboards with a dreadful wave of guilt.

Joel shuffles in with a pack slung over his shoulder and an arm full of packaged items. He looks worse for wear, tired, but curfew isn’t for another two hours. There’s still some daylight to be had.

When you lock eyes, you can feel your stomach plummet to the floor.

Joel’s scowl returns, a once-smooth brow now knit with distrust.

“Did you—”

“Nope,” you lie, shaking your head. “Didn’t touch anything. Just… looked around, being nosey.”

“Well, stop,” Joel warns, low and graveled, as he drops the items to the dining table. “Ain’t your place to be nosey about.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The older man begins removing the small pack of chicken eggs, a canteen of goat’s milk, and another bottle full of that amber liquid similar to the one left out last night.

More liquor.

(How does he afford this shit?)

“Is Tess coming back tonight?” you ask from the kitchenette, resting your hips against the counter. You mirror his stance from the morning, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Joel tells you, head bowed as he zips up the emptied pack.

“Oh.”

“Disappointed?”

“Just worried.”

“Why?” Joel asks, tone laced with boredom. “Does it have something to do about why the fuck she’s stuck me with you?”

Your jaw sets, following with your eyes as he drops down at the dining table unceremoniously. Knees spread apart, the man drops one hand to the crotch of his jeans while the other drags the newly acquired liquor bottle closer.

“Staying out two nights in a row past curfew is dangerous.”

“It is,” he agrees. “And she’s doing it for you, so it must be worth something.”

Are you worth anything, is the question you feel souring the pit of your stomach.

Fuck this.

Joel Miller’s a boogeyman, sure, but he can’t do anything to you.

(Can he?)

Pushing yourself from the kitchen cabinet, you walk ten steps to meet him at the dining table. Joel’s minding his own business, too busy checking if the glass from last night is doable for tonight. He doesn’t look up until the scrape of the second chair echoes through the apartment.

Before he can protest, you drop to sit across from him.

“If you give me some of that whiskey, I’ll tell you a little about it.”

Joel’s brow furrows further, scruffy chin tilting with mild curiosity. “You bribing me?”

“I’m suggesting a drinking game, if you stop acting like I’m out to get you.”

It’s a choice, but you stick by it. Feigned confidence, sure, but you lean back into the chair and watch him with your best attempt at nonchalance.

Joel takes a moment to compute the suggestion, visibly confused. “A drinking game.”

“Yeah.”

He chuckles humorlessly. “No.”

“What?”

"Fuck no.”

You can’t stop yourself from gawking, eyes widening. “Why not?”

“Because,” he begins, uncorking the bottle and pouring a glass for himself, “I’m old and know what happens with one of them innocent drinking games.”

“And what happens?”

“People get too comfortable.” Matter of fact. Bitter. Joel stares you in the eye at his first sip. “That ain’t what this is gonna be.”

“What the fuck else do you wanna do while I’m maybe two, three days away from Tess getting herself out of this mess?”

There.

Just enough of an information slip where Joel reconsiders.

“Tess said it was your mess,” he says. 

You straighten your back, chin lifted in defiance. Eye to eye.

For a split-second you blink down at the bottle, then back up to him, waiting.

A game of chicken.

(If you want to know, then play.)

And by some miracle, a groan emits from Joel’s throat. He slaps his hands down on his denim thighs, standing from his chair to grab a clean glass lying around the apartment.

“Un-fucking-real.”

It takes everything you have not to smile, satisfied with the win.

He drops the glass in front of you, pushing the bottle to you to pour your own drink. You take a little less than him, sipping for good measure and grimacing immediately after.

It’s awful.

Fucking terrible, but it’ll do.

“Tess was running a job against Robert,” you admit, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "So was I. Kind of. She asked for a hand."

Joel sits back down, wincing from sore joints and aching muscles. “You know that piece of shit?”

“Unfortunately. Rations are tight. His supply isn’t.” You gesture to his glass. “Where’re you from?”

“Not answering that.”

“It’s the game, Miller.”

Joel glares, taking a large gulp. “Texas. Continue.”

The drawl now makes sense. You settle in, taking a braver sip. “She might have gotten a little snippy with one of his goons when they implied we owed papers. And... I might have gotten a little overconfident when they tried intimidating her.”

“In what way?”

“That’s two questions,” you say. “What kind of work did you do before all this?”

Joel huffs. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I asked.”

He gives you a look — a warning — before reaching for your glass. He fills the glass higher with the well-water whiskey. “You need to pour better drinks if you’re gonna ask shit like that.”

“Fine,” you agree, airy and unfazed. “What did you do?”

“Carpentry,” he relents. “What d’you mean, you got a little overconfident? A fight?”

“You think Tess would have to run interference for a ceasefire if it was just a punch to the face?”

The rhetorical question hangs between you, uncomfortably so, and all he does is stare. Study. Trying to figure out you, to assess if you’re capable of what you’re laying claim to.

(Are you capable of hurting — really hurting — someone?)

"So you saved her life."

"He won't be attacking her again, if that's what you're asking," you answer with a bluntness learned from the man across the table. "Which would technically be two questions if you were."

After a minute, you take a Joel-approved gulp of the acidic whiskey.

To up the stakes, you finish the glass and push it back to him: pour. He relents, filling the cup to the same amount but not without looking at you with a difference.

“So that's what that string bean of an asshole came talking to you about during that sweep job.”

Your chin tilts ever so slightly. You’re no detective, but you can read between lines. Your lips part, not quite taking the lip of the glass back to your mouth just yet.

“You said you didn’t watch me.”

He takes the gulp you won’t, filling his glass for a third time when he answers.

“I didn’t,” he argues. “Just kept my eye on you.”

I saw you.

"Why?" you ask.

"Is that your question for this round?" Joel mocks.

You narrow your eyes. "Sure."

Joel shrugs, feigning nonchalance. "I'unno, looked heated. I know Robert's goons, as much as don't want to."

"They're pieces of shit."

"That's the generous way of putting it," Joel replies. "Like I said, just kept my eye on you to make sure he wasn't starting shit where it wasn't wanted."

“Well that’s a relief, because I kept my eye on you, too, when they came sniffing around job sites to avoid you.” Joel straightens his posture in his chair, followed by a hum of intrigue. Your mouth opens with an excuse, but the liquor makes you fumble an otherwise smooth night. “I’m— No, not like that. I wasn’t watching you or anything, but just… watching.”

There is a ghostly presence of amusement in his eyes.

“You said watchin’ twice.”

Your nose scrunches with bubbling embarrassment. “...this shit is really strong on an empty stomach. Whatever I say is not on me.”

His chin tilts. “You ain’t had anything to eat yet?”

“You said not to touch anything,” you tell him, sing-song and mocking as you finish off your second. “I listen.”

“Like hell you listen. No one does. Not even Tess,” he chuckles, but shuffles through a brown bag to toss you a premade sandwich from the south mart. You mouth a hasty thank you, scrambling to pick it up. While you devour the plain cheese sandwich, Joel almost makes you choke on the bread. “Thought maybe that piece of shit was a boyfriend or something.”

“A boy—” You stop yourself in a gawk and drop the sandwich, mouth opening with a curving smile. “Joel Miller, are you all of a sudden interested in my love life?”

He coughs into his drink, recovering with a throwaway dismissal. “Too fucking old to care about anyone’s love life, kid, but you’re young. Lot of people would say you still got your whole life ahead of you. Still can… date and do whatever the fuck it is people do anymore.”

“Oh, sure I do,” you slur, happy about the swirling feeling in your forehead. “My whole life. My whole… quarantine zone life. I’m just an apocalyptic Gibson Girl, snatching up Robert’s brain-dead dumbasses and seducing them long enough to drop their guard so I can beat them until they’re a breath away from being a vegetable.”

The obscure reference lost within the rant actually makes him almost laugh, chortled from swallowing the whiskey. “A what now?” 

“A Gibson Girl,” you tell him, unable to stop the smile from breaking on your lips. “You never heard of her? Evelyn Nesbit, the Victorian woman who set the… impossibly high standard for every single woman she came into contact with. The woman that people desired and wanted. Her life was some really morbid shit.”

Joel snorts. “So s’that what you are? Boston’s most desirable?”

“I don’t know,” you modestly respond before you can stop yourself. “You see me, so you tell me.”

That brings an air to a room, thick and somewhere in a fog at your knees. Joel’s eyes wander, dropping lower and settling there or a moment too long before he clears his throat. 

Rather than answering, he pours himself a fourth drink.

You should stop while you’re ahead.

In this lighting — Joel, tinged with a blush from the alcohol that peppers his sullen face, lips plush and parted, free hand resting on the dining table while the other remains in his lap — you feel a familiar heartbeat in your lower belly begging you not to.

The setting sun is long gone. It’s just the two of you, in the dark, in the night, without moving to turn on a light.

“What about Tess?” you ask after a pause, tone softer. “Is she your… girlfriend, or whatever?”

“Tess? I’m—” The forward question seems to sober him up. “Huh. No, no we ain’t. We… take care of each other, but not like that.”

“And what is that?”

“We’re both adults. You know what I mean.” He finishes the rest of his third drink. “So no, not like that. You?”

The feeling in your belly only tightens, scared and curious all the same. “Me?”

“Yeah. Besides the lumped up vegetable, you got anyone?”

You shake your head a little too fast. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone. There's no point, but I get the appeal. Having someone. I just wanna… feel something, even if it hurts a little, if that makes any sense at all.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see it: the hand resting on the dining table curls into a fist. Your breath catches in your throat, pausing your second rant of the night.

(Did you say too much?)

“You should catch some shut eye,” he says.

The sudden change in conversation forces you to look up, uncertain. 

(Apparently so.)

“But it’s still early.”

“And the sun comes up earlier this time of year, too.”

It’s a horrible excuse, but it’s the only one he has in the chamber. Joel pushes his chair out to stand, rubbing his nose with the side of his hand. He stumbles over to the couch behind you, flopping onto it with his forearm over his eyes.

You stay sitting at the table, bewildered by the sudden shut out.

“Maybe you should take the bed tonight,” you quietly offer.

Under his arm, Joel’s head shakes. “You get the bed.”

“If you keep sleeping on the couch, then your back’ll hurt more than it probably already does.”

Something otherworldly happens.

Joel laughs, from his belly to his chest.

“Ain’t no amount of sleep or softness that’s gonna save this back.” Then his own voice softens, unlike anything you’ve ever heard from the older man. “Get your beauty sleep, Gibson Girl.”

Slowly you stand — Jesus, it’s worse when you stand — and eventually stumble your way towards the bed propped on cement. Rather than being careful like last night, you flop onto it and are met with a nose full of musk and cheap cleaning solution.

You grab a fistful of sheets, dragging the rest of your numbed body into bed.

“Goodnight,” he calls from the couch on the other side of the wall, and you smile.

“Goodnight, Miller.”

Author's Note: Things are kicking up a notch in this apartment! You know me... I love my slow burns. The outpour of support and excitement has been unreal. Thank you for your reblogs & comments. You have seriously made my past week wonderful.

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p4

@heart-of-a-rose they!!! see!!! each!!! other!!!! (@theysherobinbuckley <3) cw: steve discusses His Father with eddie; nothing is explicit or anything but its implied that his dad is abusive & neglectful

part three

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He goes to Gareth’s the next day. His mom answers the door.

“Hi, Mrs Gareth’s mom.”

“Hi, Eddie. He’s in his room.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“She’s told you that you can call her Linda,” Gareth says as soon as Eddie is pushing aside the curtain to his room, laying on his bed with a book in his lap, spinning a drumstick.

“Yeah, I can also walk into traffic, but that doesn’t mean I want to or that I’m going to.”

“Whatever, man. What’s up?”

“Uh.”

He lays on the floor, looking up at the posters Gareth has tacked to the ceiling.

“You remember when I said that I, uhm. Like Steve?”

“Unforgettable knowledge, yes.”

“Uhm.” He’s grinning at the ceiling. His face almost hurts. “I got a… slight, sneaking suspicion it may not be entirely one-sided.”

Gareth drops the drumstick, and it clatters to the floor.

“Elaborate right now.”

He elaborates. Tells Gareth about detention, about the first-name basis, about the way Steve’s cheeks flushed and the way he laughed, the way he half-heartedly tried to stop Eddie from flipping through the notebook, about the fucking drawing.

“And you’re sure it was you?” Gareth asks, now sitting up and looking down at Eddie, wide-eyed.

“Positive.”

“…Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Is he… Do you think he’s queer?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie groans, throwing his arms over his face. “I don’t know.”

“I mean— he’s slept with like every girl in the school, I—“

“I know.” He sighs heavily. “But… Even if he isn’t, he’s… He’s different.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean—“ He throws his arms aside, huffing. His eyes trace the fraying edges of an old Metallica poster that’s overlapping a faded map of constellations. “He’s not a douchebag.”

“Eddie…”

Eddie just groans loudly, rolling over.

Mrs Gareth’s mom gives him a Tupperware of food to take home before he leaves.

When Eddie sees Steve at school again, Steve’s eyes are practically shining at him, and his cheeks flush pink, and he suppresses a smile before he looks away, and Eddie wants to scream. He can see the corner of the notebook, the folded blue front page, sticking out of his backpack next to him.

On Friday, Eddie attends a party. He wasn’t invited, he never is, but no one ever really minds when he shows up with his tin lunchbox.

Parties always get him good money, dumb kids wanting to lose their minds for a night and willing to give Eddie any amount of money for it.

But the noise and the the lights tire him after a while, and he leaves his can of Coke in the sink, wincing as he skirts past people, winding through crowds of dancing and shouting people. The front door is practically blocked off, the front porch so full of people that just looking at it over the others’ heads makes his body ache.

So he swerves, keeps his head down as he finds his way down a hall. He knows there’s a bedroom down here, with a window that should go right through the backyard.

A hand grabs his shoulder as he’s opening the door, and he turns, startled, the lunchbox bumping the person behind him.

“Shit—“

“You got coke?”

Eddie blinks, recognising him from the hallways at school. His eyes are bloodshot, hanging at half-mast.

“I’m not selling right now, man,” Eddie says, moving the lunchbox away from him.

“Come on, Munson.”

“No.” Eddie shifts into the doorway of the bedroom. “Go drink some water or something.”

“Dude, I’ll pay you whatever, just—“

“No,” Eddie snaps. “You ask again and I’m not selling to you ever. Get outta here.”

The guy huffs, and Eddie braces himself for impact, but he just stumbles away down the hall. Eddie shakes his head, watching before he steps into the bedroom and shuts the door behind himself, leaning to look around the four-poster bed to see out the window.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Jesus—“ He jumps, almost dropping the lunchbox, and Steve Harrington is sitting on the ground against the bed, laughing. “Christ,” he finishes, pressing a hand to his chest, and sure, maybe he’s hamming it up a little, but Steve’s eyes are sparkling, and he’s giggling at him. “Scared the shit out of me, Steve.”

“My bad.”

Eddie scoffs.

“Why’d I do what?”

“Not sell to Andy,” Steve says quietly. Eddie looks down at him. He’s holding a bottle in his hands between his knees. “He probably woulda paid you anything.”

“I know,” he says, hesitating and looking down at him. “Can I sit with you?”

“Mhmm.”

He sits heavily next to him against the bed, sighing.

“He’s high off his ass,” Eddie says. “Woulda paid me anything, probably woulda taken it all in one go. I like money but I don’t like being kind of responsible for overdoses.”

Steve just nods silently, his eyes trained on the bottle he’s holding.

“You’re a nice guy,” Steve says quietly after a moment.

Eddie scoffs.

“What are you laughing at?” Steve says, looking at him. His eyes are shiny. He looks sad.

“Don’t really hear that often.”

“You’re nice.”

“I think you’re nice.”

Steve is quiet, staring blankly at the floor.

“…Do you,” he says so softly it’s almost just a whisper.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “You’re not like those other douchebags.”

“…My friends?”

Eddie winces.

“Sorry, I’m…”

“You’re right.” Steve sighs softly. “They are douchebags.”

Eddie relaxes against the bed. They’re sitting so close he can hear him breathing.

“Why are you friends with them?”

Steve keeps staring into space, shadows falling across his face in a way that makes him look like a painting. It’s quiet except for the muffled thumping of music, of voices shouting and singing.

“My dad works with Mr Hagan,” Steve says quietly. “If Tommy and I fight, or he hates me for whatever reason, and he tells his dad, it could…” He pauses, pressing his lips together. “Fuck with my dad’s business. Which I don’t really give a shit about, but when things at work are rough, Dad gets pissed, and when Dad’s pissed…” He trails off, sighing.

“Dads really suck sometimes,” Eddie says softly, and Steve scoffs.

“Yeah.”

They sit in silence for a moment, and Eddie sets the lunchbox down on the floor.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Hit me.”

“You draw often?”

Even in the dim lighting, Eddie can see Steve’s face flush pink, and Eddie grins.

“What makes you ask that?”

Eddie snorts, and Steve is giggling again.

“That drawing I saw,” Eddie says, looking at him. “I mean, it was… it was good. You don’t get that good with just one drawing, right?”

“Shut up,” Steve says shyly, holding the bottle to his chest. “It’s… I’m not supposed to, but…”

“Explain.”

Steve pauses, biting his lip and letting his head fall back to the bed. Eddie’s eyes trace the line of his throat.

“I drew when I was a kid,” he says quietly. “And it was fine, because I was a kid, and my teachers all said I was very creative, and had good motor skills, and…” He shrugs, looking across the room. “And then one day I tried to show my dad a new drawing. It was a pirate ship.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly, listening intently.

“And he snapped that Harringtons aren’t artists.” His mouth twists thoughtfully before he takes a breath and leans toward Eddie without looking at him. “He threw away all my crayons.”

“Your dad sounds like a royal asshole.”

“Yeah.” Steve laughs softly. “I couldn’t stop drawing though,” he says. “I wasn’t allowed to listen to music, and I never wanted to spend more time than necessary with my friends, and I’m shit at reading, so… It became like… an escape or some shit. I just never showed anyone.”

“I’d like to see more of your stuff,” Eddie says. “If you’d let me.”

Steve’s head falls back to the bed and he’s quiet for a moment.

“What’s your locker number?”

“My locker number?”

“Mm.”

“You gonna leave me little notes and shit?”

“…If you’d let me.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush and he looks away.

“Two thirty-six. In front of Wilkinson.”

“Cool.”

They’re quiet again. It’s oddly peaceful. Eddie’s never been a big fan of the quiet, always interrupting it with heavy music or his own voice, humming or talking to himself or just making noise. But with Steve it’s nice. He can almost hear his heartbeat.

“So what are you doing hiding away in here?” he asks after a while.

“Uh.” Steve sighs, taking a sip from the bottle. “Hiding away.”

“From?”

Steve shrugs.

“Everything, I guess. ‘S really fucking loud out there. Tommy’s being more of a dick than usual.” He pauses, swinging the bottle in his fingers. “Can’t drive, though. So I’m…”

“I was about to leave,” Eddie says gently. “I can give you a ride.”

“Where’re you going?”

“Just going to drive around,” he says truthfully. “But I can take you to your place if you wanna go home.”

Steve stares at the ground, his expression hardening as he thinks, brows furrowing, lips frowning.

“No, I wanna go with you.”

Eddie blinks.

“Just… to drive?”

“Yeah.” Steve glances at him, runs his face shyly. “My dad’s not home, but it— it always feels like he is, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly. “I know.”

Steve leans his head back, draining the bottle. Eddie watches his throat bob as he swallows.

“Uh, but we gotta go out that window,” Eddie adds, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks, pointing at the window. “It’s like the whole school is on the front porch and I am… slightly claustrophobic.”

Steve laughs lightly, his eyes shining again.

“Okay.”

Eddie beckons with a tilt of his head.

“Let’s get out of here.”

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[suhnshinehaos]

treacherous : act one, part nine

...a spin-off to crush culture ! synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does. pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader genre/s : university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

act one, part nine : persistence wc : 1.2k note from r.  i don’t think the last part showed up in the tags and this is a direct continuation from that one so please make sure you’ve read it :>>

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“hey yn!”

you open the door to see yangyang, giant grin plastered on his face and a plastic bag in one hand. maybe the headache was worse than you thought it was, he couldn’t actually be here. right? how did he even know where you live? your gaze trails over his features before eventually squinting at him, mouth parted as you took in the sight of him on your doorstep.

it takes a few seconds before you register that he was actually there, standing in front of you and waiting for a response. your grip on the doorknob tightens before eventually slamming the door in his face.

the loud sound of the door closing practically echoes throughout the halls, causing yangyang to take a couple of steps back in surprise. the corners of his mouth briefly twitch, the grin on his face threatening to fall, but he regains his composure almost soon as he lost it — especially as it dawns on him just what you were wearing. he raises a hand to knock on the door, even more frenetic than he had been earlier.

“c’mon yn, i have food and pain meds with me. don’t you want them? they’d be a big help for that little headache you’re having.”

his words come out in a teasing, almost song-like, manner and you could practically imagine the way his smile formed from the other side of the door. you let out a sigh before slowly opening the door.

“where’s dejun?”

your tone of voice is flat, a little too well practiced. yangyang pushes the plastic bag, which you assume held food and medication, towards you. but just as you were about to take it, he pulls his hand back.

“aren’t you going to invite me in? i bought enough for two people, you know?”

stepping aside to let him in, you can’t help but wince as you feel a small shot of pain in your temples. which doesn’t go unnoticed by yangyang as soon as he walks in.

“how’s the headache?”

“worse now that you’re here.” you frown, rubbing your temples on your way to the couch. part of you wanted to spend the afternoon in peace. but another part of you, one you refused to acknowledge, couldn’t help but admire yangyang’s persistence.

which is probably the reason why you couldn’t help the way the corners of your mouth twitched upwards as you watched him lay out everything he had bought on the coffee table. yangyang hums to himself, taking out plastic containers and handing you a pair of chopsticks.

“eat well, yn.”

he says it just a little softer than you’re used to. yangyang sits across you, crosslegged on the carpeted floor and you can’t help the light tug that made its way to your heartstrings. even after how you’ve acted towards him, all the eyerolls, the single word answers, the cold tone of voice, he’s still here.

“are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me? i mean,” he pauses, looking up at you, “i’ve already figured it out but i want to hear it coming from you.”

you shake your head, trying to look at everything but him, “if you’ve already figured it out, then you don’t need me to tell you.”

“you know, if i cared about what everyone thought of me, i wouldn’t have run for council. i wouldn’t have kept mentioning you on my twitter. and i definitely wouldn’t be here, eating takeout at your apartment.”

yangyang says it with a shrug of his shoulders, an air of nonchalance surrounding him as he takes another bite of food. a beat passes, then another. and another. you blink back at him, trying to wrap your head around his words and the silence that fell between the two of you.

“the smart thing to do is to walk away. it’s okay, you wouldn’t be the first.”

it’s as if you’re giving him permission, and in a way, you are. you’d understand if if he left. you’d never understand why he insists on staying.

but yangyang just purses his lips and furrows his brows, “ouch. who hurt you?”

there’s a slight joking lilt to his voice, but you could catch the slightest hint of curiosity and sincerity to his question. though you could only brush it aside with a bitter, joking tone of your own, “how much time do you have?”

“all the time you need.” he smiles in response, leaning forward towards you. his elbows sit atop the cool glass of the coffee table, chin resting on the palms of his hands, eager to listen to whatever long-winded tale he was sure you had.

if you hadn’t insisted on being as guarded as you are, if you hadn’t built your walls as high up, you might have told him then and there. but instead you sigh and shake your head, “i’m not worth your time, yangyang. trust me.”

“you need to give yourself more credit, yn. i think you are.”

“think i’m what?”

yangyang lets the question hang in the air a little more than necessary, as if he was actually thinking about it. but he isn’t. he doesn’t need to. you avoided him in order to protect him. it meant you cared. it meant that you were only putting up a front because you cared about others, you didn’t want them to get the hate that you were.

“worth my time.”

“you don’t even know me.” you scoff, despite small little flutter that went straight to your chest. he didn’t mean that, right? your gaze leaves his and focuses on your hands, playing with the hem of your hoodie.

“that’s true.” yangyang nods, but he stands. the next thing you know, he’s sitting just a few inches away and you could feel his shoulder brush against your own. “then let me get to know you. i promise i’m worth your time too.”

“what?” your eyes widen, mouth slightly agape as he reaches a hand out towards you.

“i’m liu yangyang.”

you’re unable to stop the chuckle that moves past your lips, “this is so lame.”

“don’t fight it, what do you have to lose?”

“i don’t have anything to lose,” you smile, albeit somewhat sadly as you thought about how your fans have been since the two of you were seen out together, “you might though.”

“i don’t mind losing if it’s you.” yangyang winks before nodding towards his outstretched hand, “are you just going to leave me hanging over here? i’m yangyang.”

“i’m yn.”

you take his hand in yours and the warmth of his fingertips envelop yours. he gives your hand a couple of gentle shakes before letting it go, opting to nudge your shoulder with his own instead.

“nice hoodie, you have great taste.”

it’s only then that it dawns on you that you were wearing the same hoodie, just in different colors. and maybe it’s the painkiller that you took a few minutes ago finally taking effect, or perhaps yangyang’s persistence has finally worn you out, or maybe you just wanted to believe he was different.

but you nod, the smallest of smiles gracing your features, “you do too.”

from reese, with love <3 dejun best wingman so true !! and yy best boy !! thank u sm for reading, as always id love to know what you think :)) hope u are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :))

[en-thralled]

ENHYPEN YANDERE MAKNAE LINE [SUNOO, JUNGWON & NI-KI] PT. 2

MAKNAE LINE X READER

Warning: anything portrayed by ENHYPEN in this story does not reflect how they are in real life. I don't condone yandere behavior.

For entertainment purposes only

This story contains strong language and violence, read at your own risk :)!

A/N: yalls have been asking for part 2.. So here it is!!! It's really short. It's just to show new life of the reader. Sorry it took a while again😭 (i took a break from tumblr since i chose to focus on my studies :()i hope you like it though. I'm pretty sure this wasn't worth the wait😔💔(+this is pretty cringe frfr) . If you feel like this doesn't satisfy ur imagination, dw, there is part 3.(If you haven't seen part one yet, i recommend you read it. It gives a better understanding of the story.. 💜)

Also... Confession before I die(cbid) is on hold.

Part one here

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Starting...

it feels like eternity being trapped in this hellhole. You were lifeless, laying down staring at nothing but the ceiling. You were indeed, mourning for your boyfriend's death, and his body isn't found until now. His poor parents are worried sick about him.

You were blaming it all on yourself. What if you stayed away from them? Would it change anything? Honestly, your life now is full of what if's. Now, you're stuck in this place, with your 'lovers' who claim to love you sosososo much... You couldn't believe it. What they were capable of. They would take a life-- lives just for you. The fact that they can do it over and over again. It was.. killing you inside.

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"Miss Y/n..." A knock startled you. it knocked you out of your trance, as you struggle to put yourself up to sit on the bed. "yes..?" You weakly answer.

"Master Yang, is calling to you. " the maid informs you. You let out a heavy sigh. You drag yourself to stand up. You lazily hold the doorknob to open it. The maid almost looked surprised of how you look right now, you looked terrible. You could tell the slight twist in her facial expression, you couldn't tell if it was worry or disgust.

The maid assists you in going down the cold marble stairs, she was holding on to you like there's no tomorrow, as if you were to collapse in any second.

You were welcomed by the three guys, sitting on the fancy couches. You never knew jungwon was this rich, you weren't invited to his house very often. Well, its because he'd find any excuse just to cancel the plans of coming over to his house.

Their heads turn to you, and automatically, your body stiffens.

"Hi y/n! " sunoo greeted you. You still remain not to give any eye contact to any of them.

"Hi." You simply say, the maid guides you to the seat.

"Gina, ask my y/n what she wants. " he commands the maid. She nods, "ms. Y/n, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" She asks you. What did you want to eat? I mean, how can you eat such glorious food given to you? Daehyun was supposed to be the one eating this food right now, he should be the one alive.

bang

A loud slam startled you. "honey," you shudder at the nickname, "didn't you hear what Gina said? I don't suppose you want to starve and die?" jungwon cocks his brows at you.

You gulp, " yes, yes I do. I'd be with my boyfriend, with daehyun." You felt the way sunoo and niki's eyes darken.

"Or, why not kill me now?" And a blink of an eye, you find yourself on the floor, and felt a sharp sting in your cheek.

"You fucking bitch." Sunoo hisses, "you should be thankful that your alive." With that, he leaves and jungwon follows, feeling the same rage sunoo was feeling.

Your lips quiver in fear. A tear fell from your eyes.

"Stand up." Niki orders.

you look up to niki with pleading eyes. "Why... just why would you do this?" You ask, hoping you would get an answer.

He chuckles, " Because we love you. Sososososo much." he smirks and leaves.

You were sick to the stomach,because they love you? What. Kind. Of. Sick. Fucking. Lie is that?

[my-own-walker]

Hello. My dog just recently passed away and she was the light of my life. I was wondering if you could write one of the Evan’s comforting reader after they lose a pet? You can feel free to pick any character you want but if you don’t mind, I’d love it to be with Kit <3 just super fluffy and comforting? If not that’s totally okay too

Sleep With The Tides

note: aghhhh absolutely my love. i am so sorry that happened to you, i know it all too well. sending alllll of my love and support to you right now. also feel free to reach out if you need to talk!

warnings: mentions of pet loss, grief, kit fluff, the beginning is very sad please be warned...i expedited this one because i know how hard this time is, so bear with any possible typos or grammar errors!

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Goldie was a good girl. She never ran when I left the door open by accident. She was so good, she would go on walks by herself, with no leash, and just wear herself out until she felt like coming home. She was so tolerant of everyone. She was trained so well. Trained by me.

She left me. She gave me one last kiss on the nose before crossing over into paradise. Kit was there when it happened. I rang him as soon as I noticed things weren't right. I was right that I would need him.

He immediately wrapped me in an all-encompassing hug and shielded me from it all. I remember screaming. I remember sobbing. But I can't remember how I sounded. It felt like the louder I cried, the more silent the world got.

There was nothing he could say to help. He just held me until my body stopped being wracked by unrestrained sobs. He only left to grab me a glass of water before returning to holding me. Right there on the living room floor next to my baby girl.

'She was a great pup, darlin',' Kit whispered softly into my ear. 'She's not far. You'll see her again someday.' His drawl was warm and inviting, cushioning my mind from the blow of reality. I sniffed and breathed my first full breath.

'She can't be gone,' I spoke, almost noiselessly. I stared off for a moment before turning my head and catching a glimpse of her soft tail. I buried my head in Kit's chest and resumed weeping.

'I know, I know birdie,' he cooed. 'Should we go into the other room now?' I mustered a nod. I couldn't stay there with her. Kit helped me up by holding both of my shoulders and guided me into my bedroom, his body as close as it could be to me the whole time.

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Hours later, Kit wrapped Goldie in a blanket and dug a hole in the yard. He did it all without my knowing. He set her collar and sweet pink bow on the kitchen side before returning to me, sleeping in my bed. I didn't feel tired, but suddenly I was asleep, then awake again.

I woke to the sound of Kit coming into the room. For a moment, everything felt okay. I almost couldn't remember why my eyes felt swollen and my throat felt raw.

'Kit,' I croaked, sitting up quickly. And it was as if in that moment the world turned on its axis for the second time that day. It all came back to me and tears rushed to my eyes.

'Aw, baby,' Kit uttered. He rushed to my side and began rubbing my back.

'Gosh, no, I'm sorry,' I stammered, sniffling and rubbing my eyes. 'I'm being so silly. She was just a dog.'

‘It’s okay to cry darlin',' Kit replied, still rubbing my back. 'She wasn't just a dog, she was family.' He kicked off his shoes and shifted so that he was sitting on the bed with me, his back up against the headboard. He patted his lap to beckon me closer. 'C'mere.'

I slotted myself in between his legs, laying slightly on my side so my head could rest comfortably on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and sighed.

'Do ya wanna talk about it?' His voice rumbled deep in his chest. He was warm and soft and smelled like motor oil, tobacco, and sage.

'It just happened so fast. All of it,' I mumbled. 'I can't even believe it's real.'

'She lived such a wonderful life because of you, Y/N,' he said, stroking my hair. 'It'll be different without her, but she was happy. You gave her everything.'

'I feel like I could have done more,' I sniffled. Kit squeezed me tighter and placed a kiss on top of my head.

'Don't say that, doll,' he tutted. 'She loved you so much.'

'Kit, can you stay for a while?'

'I can stay as long as you need me. Later on, I'll take you in the car to my place so I can grab a few things. I don't want you alone right now,' he answered. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, Kit."

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Again, I'm SO sorry for your loss. I know not much will take the pain away but please let me know if you need anything!

[yeahimhereforeddie]

also on ao3 here

Eddie pulled up to Steve's driveway at exactly 7pm, per the invitation he was given earlier. 

He looked up at the house to see that none of the lights were on, unusual in the growing twilight. Maybe he wasn't home? But the Beemer was sitting in its usual spot and Steve normally doesn't bail on hangouts without at least some sort of heads up. 

Eddie searched for signs of life through the windows as he walked up to the door, finding none.  He tried the handle. It was locked. 

"Steve?" He knocked on the door. No response.

"Steve??" He tried again. Still no response. Okay so maybe Steve was just being a dick today and wasn't home. 

Eddie was about to turn away when he felt a small shiver run through his body accompanied with the memory of calling Chrissy’s name and not getting an answer. He was pretty sure everything was done and sealed off, but you can never really be sure. God fucking damn it. 

"Steve? Hey I need to know you're alive, man, c'mon." His knocking became a bit more frantic. Not hearing even the smallest bit of movement inside, he started looking under the mat, the potted plants, and some decorative rocks till he found a key.

"Harrington, if you're dead on the floor I swear to fucking- oh." He stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner of the sofa, a soft blush spreading across his face. 

Steve was snuggled up on the couch, legs tucked tightly underneath him, with a literal mountain of blankets wrapped around him. His soft breathing was muffled by the blankets half covering his face as he slowly blinked his eyes open. 

"Eddie...?" he breathed out, looking a bit lost. Sudden understanding dawned on him and he shot up to a sitting position, holding the blankets around his chest. 

Which, fuck, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Eddie glanced away, his face turning a deeper shade of red. 

"Sorry I shouldn't have walked in on you like that, fuck, I'll just head out-"

"No, Eddie, you're fine, it's my fault," Steve reached out to catch his wrist as Eddie tried to abort the situation. "I, uh, clearly overslept. You're good, really. Shit." 

They stared at each other for a moment.

To break the tension Eddie ventured, "No offense, but why do you have so many blankets. That's like an absurd amount." 

"Oh, um." Steve gave a small laugh as he scrubbed both hands over his face. "Yeah, that's- that's because I'm like chronically touch starved? I think that's what Robin called it. The weight of the blankets help."

"Oh." That's...not at all what he was expecting. But, god, that's one hell of an opportunity he just dropped at Eddie's feet. "I could, um. I could help with that. If you want." 

Steve's eyes snapped up to lock onto Eddie's, searching for sincerity. He must've found it because after a minute he asked, "What did you have in mind?" 

"I...hadn't thought that far," Eddie conceded with a small laugh. "Whatever you want." 

"Shit okay." Steve thought for a minute, while Eddie finally shook off his shoes and jacket, not having removed them in his hurry into the house. "Maybe you could sit towards the end and I could just like lay back?" He fidgeted nervously with the edge of one of the blankets. 

Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah of course." He never saw Steve this open and soft before and man was it doing things to him. 

He walked over and sat down, angling his body against the back of the sofa and the armrest. He then carefully gripped Steve's shoulders and tugged him over. After a bit of maneuvering they settled into a comfortable position: Eddie propped up against the armrest and back of the couch, one leg shoved between Steve and the couch, the other resting on the floor. Steve sat between Eddie's legs and rested against the other man's chest, still wrapped in roughly one hundred blankets. 

Eddie tentatively wrapped his arms around Steve. "This still good?" 

Steve nodded, but his body remained stiff and unnaturally still. 

"Hey, you can relax. I got you, you're okay." Eddie gave him a soft shake and a squeeze. 

"Yeah." It was barely a whisper. But Eddie felt him slowly start relaxing into him, dropping his shoulders and leaning his head back to fully rest under Eddie's chin. 

They stayed like that for a minute or two, Eddie rubbing small circles on Steve's arms through the blankets and Steve continuing to sink deeper into Eddie. 

"Could, um. Do you think you could, maybe, uh play with my hair?" Steve asked hesitantly, voice quiet and small in the still room. He was fidgeting with a blanket again. 

Eddie didn't need to be asked twice. 

"Of course, baby, whatever you want," he murmured as he sunk his hand into Steve's sleep mussed hair. 

And then immediately froze because, oh fuck, he just called Steve that out loud. "Shit sorry, I keep fucking up tonight, I don't know what-"

"Eddie."

"...yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up, I literally don't care. You're fine." Steve shifted so that they could make eye contact and smirked. "I'm literally laying on top of you right now." He sunk back down with a sigh and half grumbled, "And move your goddamn hand, I'm dying here." 

"Oh. Okay." 

The moment he started carding his fingers through Steve's hair he could feel him absolutely melt into the touch. Steve hummed and sank deeper into the couch, extracting an arm from among the blankets to absentmindedly run his fingers along the top of Eddie's knee next to him. 

They stayed put for the rest of the evening, both of them melting into each other with soft touches and comfortable ease. 

"We should do this every time we hang out." 

Eddie glanced down, taking in the sight of Steve curled up against him, fully relaxed and comfortable. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie smiled. "I think we can make that happen."

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (Kurt Cobain X Female Reader) ------------------------------------------------

i sat back stage while Nirvana performed. LA was doing this music fest thing and my band along with alot of others were invited. Nirvana being one of them since their big hit "Smells Like Teen Spirit" just dropped. it went everywhere and nirvana was one of the worlds biggest bands. teens and adults would die to see nirvana in concert now. they just finished off in bloom and now they began to play Teen Spirit. the crowd screamed as soon as kurt began to strum the chords. dave started to play along with kurt and krist. people were jumping on the stage and reaching for kurt. i already performed with my band so i just chose to stay back stage instead of leaving like my other mates. i sat on the floor tuning my guitar for a while until kurt came rushing back stage with tears flowing down his face. suddenly a photographer came and started to take photos of his crying face. i stepped in. "hey man cant you leave him alone he seems to be having a rough time" i said turning my attention to them. kurt sobbed in his hands while the photographer looked at me before walking away. i sat next to kurt and rubbed his back. we were complete strangers except for the fact we listened to each others music. "hey its ok..." i said as i comforted him. he sobbed more into his hands before leaning onto me and crying more. i wrapped my arms around his skinny waist. i held him tight and let him cry his feelings out. his face was buried right in my chest but i knew he wasnt perverted he was just really sad and needed comfort. "its ok let everything out its just us..." i said as my other hand grazed through his greasy blonde hair. he sniffled a bit more before sitting up and looking at me. "thanks...fuck now my stomach hurts" he said with a soft chuckle. his hands wrapped around his stomach as he let out a soft groan. "aw fuck" he groaned laying on the ground. "uh you got any meds? anything at all?" i asked him "yeah...in my bag in the dressing room..." he groaned "its called...imodium....uh orange bottle i think its in the second pocket...heres the key to the room" he said giving me a key with a red band with a tag that said "NIRVANA" in big letters. "ok ill get it for you...need any water?" i asked "sure" he replied rolling around on the floor holding his stomach. i exited the room and went to nirvanas dressing room. i saw kurts small man-purse on the floor next to a chair. i opened the second pouch and grabbed the orange bottle out. i also saw a Evian water bottle with "kurdt" written on it sloppy. i made sure i put his bag back and i left the room. i made my way backstage again. i saw krist and dave comforting kurt. "hey im back" i said as i knelt by kurt and handed him his pills and water. he eagerly took them and threw the pill bottle on the ground once he was done. "thanks" he said panting a bit "well hello missy" krist said wiggling his eyebrows. "you guys are cute together" he continued "shut up" kurt said giggling a bit. "hi" dave said waving his hand. next thing we knew the crowd was going crazy again since alice in chains went on stage. "oh fuck thats loud..." kurt said covering his ears. "i know its louder than my drums!" dave said looking at the stage. "i kinda like alice in chains but they're not a favorite" i said "yeah but layne has one hell of a voice" kurt admitted. "yeah thats right for sure...hes super loud" i said rubbing kurts hair. he leaned into my hand more. "awe you guys are just the cutest" dave said in a girly voice "so what it feels nice" kurt said closing his eyes. "so....miss Y/N...what do you plan on doing with your band?" krist asked me "i dont know...my band mates are kind of assholes...they just bitch and complain a lot...about being in a band....it makes me feel kinda...sad" i spoke as i began to play with my shoelaces. "aw man fuck em...make a newer band or join one" kurt said looking up at me. "nah...people love us together...its just really hard to deal with it" i said as i looked into kurts blue eyes.

[marksbear]

Hi Mark! If your request are still open I was wondering if you could do male reader x arthur fleck. So male reader save arthur when he got beat up by a bunch of teenagers and have a little chat with him then they exchange numbers, start texting or calling eachother results in arthur having a huge crush on reader. Then arthur confess to reader and reader also likes arthur so they just kinda make out a bit then cuddle each other.

warnings!! Detailed make out, Jumping, fighting

ARTHUR FLECK X MALE READER

You were on your lunch break from work and decided to walk around the streets to kill time. After only being outside for about seven minutes a group of kids run past you laughing and shouting ,and some of the kids bump into.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled "Kids these days" from under your breath and with a scoff. You were about to keep enjoying the walk when suddenly a clown runs past you. You stare at the clown with a confused face as he passes by chasing the kids. It takes you a little second to hear that hes screaming "Stop them!!!" At first a little part of you just wanted to finish your food and get back to work, but the universe is telling you to help the clown. "Fuck it." You say to yourself and drops the lunch on the ground and starts to chase after the clown and the kids.

It doesn't take you long to reach the alleyway and witness the clown being smashed with the board. Your heart drops a little and starts to second guess yourself for trying to play the hero. When the kids started to kick the clown your body acted on its own.

You had run to the fight and picked up one of the bigger parts of the smashed board and slammed it onto one of the kids back that made them fall to the floor. And that caught them by surprise and ran instead of helping their friend. You looked down at the kid and told him to scram and he did without arguing.

You turn around looking at the clown who's beaten up badly on the floor. You kneel down next to him and help him lay on his back. You start to pat him down checking for wounds. A hand grabs your wrist and you look at the man.

"You poor thing." You say looking at the clown who is in very bad shape. You put him on his feet slowly and you sling his arm over your shoulder and walk back to your job. You take the back door of your job to avoid questions as to why you're bringing a clown to work. Once yall make it inside you take him towards your office to sit him down and uses the first aid kit to patch him up.

The clown was awake when you were taking care of him you just figured that he was too weak to talk. "Arthur..." you turn to look at him "Im y/n" You say back with a smile. "C-can I get your number so I can return the favor. Y-you saved me Y/n" Arthur says wholeheartedly grabbing onto your hands. "Yeah It's (YOUR NUMBER) and if you can't remember all of that i'll write it for you" You find a marker and write your number on his arm.

3rd point view

After that encounter with Arthur and Y/n they kept in touch always texting and calling each other whenever they had a chance. Today Y/n had invited Arthur to his house just to hangout and watch movies together.

The pair went through one long movie and two short films all three were about Romance. Arthur had suggested the three movies but was a nervous wreck about watching anything romantic with you. which Y/n is chill about and reassuring that he has nothing to be embarrassed about.

It was another short film but the two romantic partners was a gay couple. Arthur became even more nervous like what if y/n was homophobic and screams and beats on him when he finds out that Arthur likes men. So throughout the film Arthur glances at you every so often to your reaction.

"What a cute film. Reminds me of my ex bf and I" Y/n says with a chuckle facing Arthur. Arthur slowly turns to face the reader and asks quietly "You like boys?..." Y/n just smiles at Arthur and responds with "Well yeah. Im (YOUR SEXUALITY)" Y/n pats Arthur head and searches for something else that they can watch.

"Y/n..." Arthur says quietly almost like whispering. Y/n turns his head to face his friend and smiles at him and hums. "I-I like boys too!" That causes Y/n to smile and thank him for coming out to him. "A-and I like this one boy that i can't stop thinking about. H-he makes me feel safe and that life is worth living for. I'm in love with the boy..." Arthur says with the largest smile

Y/n hearts aches and his bright smile slowly becomes a frown. How could Arthur love someone that's not him. The thought of that almost makes Y/n bust down in tears. But he pulls himself together after realizing that Arthur feels happy with the boy and when Arthur's happy hes happy.

"Wow. When do I get to meet prince charming-" Y/n gets cut off when Arthur grabs onto his head and kisses him. Without thinking Y/n kissing him back and warping his arms on Arthur's waist. The newly couple feeling in heaven when their lips locked and tongue dancing. The pair only pull away from each other for air but dive back into the make-out after catching their breaths. Y/n running his hands all over Arthur's back and bringing him closer.

Y/n pulls Arthur onto his lap and pulls away from Arthur's lips and laying his head onto Arthur shoulders whispering sweet nothings to him while Arthur giggles and plays with Y/n hair.