#i am just soggy n emotional !

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CLOSING OUT THE YEAR!

[‹ A MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST ›]

[‹ ABOUT ›] i started this new blog in around september, and we already have over 1k followers and sooo many lovely mutuals from not only this account but my past one! and i adore you all SO MUCH, this is just me spewing my love and thoughts into one giant post 🤗 // if i forgot you PLEASE let me know and i'll add you :') i have soo many mutuals i need to keep track sobs!

[‹ EXTRAS ›] if you can, listen to the song! i just think it rlly ties into how i feel from a musical standpoint sob! im a music nerd excuse me ahksla

@kavehtion

MY SWEET VLYNN ! i not only adore your writing but also your formatting, it's so pleasing to the eye :') i find your energy soothing and bright - your confidence radiates to me and i always absolutely adore seeing you on dash! we don't interact too much but i hope we can more in the future :)

@heartnagi

LOLA LOLA LOLA BABY ! you've been here since diaphanoso snifle i adore you sooo much ! everything you post i go "that's so real" in my head, i adore your creativity and you have such a strong sense of morals which i admire :') i'm soo glad to have gotten close to u ! let's keep thirsting over aether and each other more next year ehehe

@zorotits

LINAAA even tho we are new moots i literally love ur energy on dash.. it's kinda bright and chaotic and SOO funny ! your theme actually makes me wanna take a bite out of ur acc if that makes sense jaksdla BUT i legit adore your energy (esp in tags omfg they make me die) and hope we can interact n thirst sooo much more next year :)

@touyyes

BAKI OMGFGKJF baki i stg. you make me LOSE MY MIND every time you post.. it's either making me choke from laughing so hard or actually dying from the MM M MM OH SO YUMMY thirsts ! you had me at toji n i was like i have to follow RN. BUT STOP i adore ur energy it's like bright chaos it makes me feel SOOO FULL OF GOOD ENERGY :) let's thirst over toji in jjk s2 next year :P

@dilu3

MY SWEET LALAA ! your fics literally bring me to my KNEESSS i adore the way you write especially bachira, n you're always putting me on to new chars and animes like hellsing :') i love your creativity and how you're always thinking of creative blog names n themes i adore them all !! gimme even more chars to thirst over in 2023 :)

@510hz

ARES i dont think u understand how much i adore seeing u on dash like. even the controversial posts i'm like "stop thats so real" like everything u say i agree with. the energy is like.. chaotic chill I LOVE IT it feeds my soul :') i cant wait for more moshares interactions n maybe irl eheheheh :)

@hystix

cadie dont get me started. HALAHAKAKA i literally love u like i am in love w you :') you're my bright lil light on dash n i swear when i see u in notifs im like "I CAUGHT U !" you're such a like.. precious soul to me i just wanna hug u snifle !! you remind me of warm hugs yesyes that is ur energy to me!! my sweet cadie snifle I MUST SEE U MORE ON GENSHIN N DASH NEXT YEAR :)

@tinie

ARLO ! SOGLO ! BUNLO ! omgongog you might not know but i swear u have an influence on me ! your energy is so like .. calm but attractive if that makes sense snifle ! the 'nodnodnod' n use of 'soggy' has captured me i swear ! now im always saying soggy ! but i rlly love seeing u on dash n ur like.. my biggest scara association if that makes sense ! i wanna see evennn more scarlomouche all 2023 :')

@nymphoheretic

MY BABY MY WIFE my BEAAAUTIFUL WIFE ! nymph / kk / kirei my absolute babe. my beloved since diaphanoso .. my biggest kyo n gyo n tengen thirst partner ehehe ! your energy is like omgog warm and chaotic I ADORE U ! every time i rewatch kny n see kyo im like 'yeah that's my wife's man' ehehekekej I HOPE TO THIRST OVER KNY EVENNN MORE WITH U ! one day ill finish bleach n catch up to all ur faves :)

@blueparadis

PARADIS ! omgomg i swear we haven't interacted much sobs BUT I WANNA MORE ! you give me suuuch calm sweet energy on dash :') I ALWAYS ADOREEE your formatting your brain is just like WHOAA so special so creative ! i can't wait to see more pretty colors on dash from u ehehe AND HOPEFULLY EVEN MORE INTERACTIONS IN 2023 !

@kunizk

ZENNN ZENZEN ! omg we rlly have not interacted much but stop. i adore ur navi SO MUCH I WANNA EAT IT ? like does that make sense? prob not BUTASLASAL STOP STOPP. i love ur interactions w toji's rp blog i love seeing just like. no shits given layin everything out ahaklaa BUT ! i hope to see more feral shit on dash from u AND MORE INTERACTIONS TOGETHER NEXT YEAR :)

@nymphoheratic

KATTAKSDHKAL KAT MY BABY ! my lil genshin buddy snifle ! i not only adore ur writing but i just ADORE U ! you're my lil kit kat sob :') i hope tumblr fkn unflags u someday HAKAKA it is ridiculous how much i miss u here ! but im glad i have u on genshin n hopefully we can share more lil leaks n show off tcg n showcases to each other next year ehehkeeke !

@babiefwuit

my love my light my literal best friend :') I SRSLY DONT KNOW WHAT ID DO WITHOUT YOU TO TALK TO :(:(((:(:(( nana bun HAKDAL grammy bun i miss u SOOO BAD ! WE NEED TO CATCH UP RN. like HOP ON DISC RN ! i am kissing u my sweet, soulful-energied baby! i could cry ! ahdkalsda BUT LETS MEET UP AGAIN N THIRST OVER GYOMEI AGAIN IN 2023 !

@itoshi-s

OMFGHKLASDKLAAAA ZARI STOP. bro it's been like 2 days of being mutuals but STOP I LOVE SEEING U ON DASH I LOSE MY MIND ! your energy omfg. it's irreplaceable i stg ! the feral thirsts, the thoughts u put in my tinie head ! ill go insane one day I SWEAR ADKASL im gonna bite u 24/7 in 2023 :')

@boyfrwenz

JEM MY SWEET THING ! you are my biggest daichi association ever ! every time i see anything haikyuu/daichi related im like STOP I WONDER IF JEM HAS SEEN THIS OMG ! you have like calm chaotic but also bright energy snifle ! i hope to see more daichi fics n interactions in 2023 :))

@ohsatori

omg HALEYYEHKALDSA stop stop ! i adore how you write not only tendou but all characters snifle ! your theme caught my eye so hard n im sooo glad i clicked follow sob ! you are such a sweet, bright soul on dash to me !! you also put me on SOO much good haikyuu art i adore it :') i cannot WAIT for more tendou fics n art n interactions next year :P

@haruchiyos

azrael my beloved my pretty thing ! u get me like u just GET ME yk? i feel like we're aligned or smth ! every time i interact with you im just thinking "mm m mm azrael gets it!" I MISS SEEING U ON DASH I NEED MORE AZRAEL THOUGHTS ! im yelling at yukimiya to give u sum kisses for the new year :P

@tinymaru

REINEAKJSDKLA reine my baby. I SWEAR U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH RESPECT N ADMIRATION I HAVE FOR UR TALENT ! you're such a sweet soul too i can't help but smile when i see "MOSHI" randomly in my disc notifs asdklalad !! you have such a gifted, creative, beautiful mind to me ! i cannot wait for more art n selfship drawings n silly lil dms in 2023 :)

@sailewhoremoon

SOSAAAA every time i see u on dash legit love sosa plays in my head ! your energy omfg it cannot be replicated. it's SOOOO GOOD and the way u reblog asks n check up on ur moots is SOO SWEET ILL CRY ! youre the sweetest brightest lil light on this app :') I NEED MORE FERAL UNCENSORED SOSA THOUGHTS ASAP ! i hope to see evennn more next year eheeheke

@dearbraus

FAWN FAWN FAWN BABY ! i adore ur acc sm omfgklf i also LOVE that u post abt lesbian culture n ur lil thoughts on genshin women esp lisa ! you're such a strong presence n it's sooo like... energetically warm to me !! i just adore seeing ur reblogs n thoughts spewed out on dash ! i hope we can interact EVEN MORE IN 2023 ! kisskiss to u :)

@thetempleofnyx

omg jen ASKALLAAAA my baby my baby omg ! my sweet thing i treasure you SO MUCH ! your feral unhinged uncensored thoughts on dash r sooo sooo contagious i stg ! every time i see u horny post im like oh. OH OHHH oh. OHH yeah oh right oh! HAKHSA but i srsly love ur sweet n caring energy you are one of the just most.. precious people ive met here ! i hope for more thirsts n interactions n LOVE with you next year !

@eremikan

MARI. i see like everything u put out on dash n i think to myself "thats so real" like ur brain is sooo intriguing to me.. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT ! you have like neutral chaotic energy and im always like "i wanna peek in ur brain even more" ! but i will legit NEVER forget that satosugu fic you wrote where getou was gone and it was reader + satoru and getou like came to them in a dream sorta situation?? OMG THAT FIC CHANGED MY LIFE it was my first time reading an angsty fic ahdkala but i LOVED IT ! but anyways that was long omgomg i cant wait to see more peeks of ur brain this next year :P

@festive

VIVA VIVAAAA your energy on dash actually makes me smileomgomg i think to myself "viva n cyno" all the time like u are sooo associated with him in my brain ! i love love LOVE your writing style sm, n the cyno content is TOP tier to me ! youre so funny your energy is just so bright to me ! but i hope to see even moreee viva n cyno next year n hopefully even more interactions ! :)

@sugies

MY BABY JUJU ! omgomg every time i see jjk or getou art im like "WAIT HAS JUJU SEEN THIS?" you're like the sweetest lil bean to me ! i adoreeee adore you n MISS U ! WE NEED TO GET BACK INTO JJK ANALYSIS AGAIN ! i miss talking abt the chapters w you ! i am giving u a warm squishy hug rn cuz i miss u soooo much ! i hope for more jjk/getou brainrot n thirsts in 2023 :)

@rczc

ZEHR MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY BABY ! i miss you SOOO MUCH STOP ! you are the fkn funniest person on this app i am SOO SERIOUS ! your energy is so warm and chaotic and the feral unhinged tags FEED MY SOUL ! you make me choke from laughing so hard i will cry ! i miss u zehr bear ! i am hugging u virtually :)

@milkyybuns

OMGOGM DAE ! my tengen brainrot buddie ehehehe every time i see itto or tengen art/fics im like stop it rn where is dae ! im falling back into my tengen phase again so expect a lot in ur inbox ehehhe ... you have such sweet energy on dash like seeing u in my inbox makes me SMILE SO HARD ! i adore u baby n i hope for amazing things AND SOME MORE TENNIE BRAINROT NEXT YEAR !

@sugr

KELS KELS ! u feed me soooo well with the jjk art reblogs n haikyuu / jjk fics ! i will die adkasladh you have calm n bright energy to me ! i associate u sooo hard with yuuji (prob from the prev. username hehe) ! but you remind me of the feeling of hot coffee on a cold day if that makes sense.. like soothing n cozy :') I CANT WAIT FOR MORE FICS N INTERACTIONS THIS NEXT YEAR ! kisskiss for u kels !

@munsonsins

ABBYYADHJADKAD stop i miss u so much ! even tho i dont know shit about marvel or that stuff?? i will always read anything u write cuz i ADOREEE IT SM ! whenever i see u pop into my inbox w a lil meme i smile soo hard eeek ! i hope school is treating u well n ur doing AMAZING ! n if not i hope that next year brings u the amazing vibes that you deserve :) i love u abby ehekeke

@ghxstic

NYMPH NYMPH my kny food distributor ehehekee i stg my fav muzan fic is that muzan + koku fic u wrote from WAAAY back when ! i miss u sosososo much ! i hope life is treating u well ! i miss interacting so bad ahakalaa !! im giving u 365 kisses so every day of next year is a good one :)

@pcwer

bruh omg xel i literally think u are the funniest person i have ever met in my entire life HAKAKAKAAA like. i genuinely lose my shit every time u post ESP ABT KISHIBE ILL DIE RN THINKING ABT IT ! but you have such warm n happy energy it makes my soul feel soooo full ! i cant wait for more WEIRD kishibe thoughts n yummy thirsts next year :P

@r-oronoa

OMGOMG APOLLO my baby pollo ! i am sooo glad to have u as a mutual stop omgog ! you have like omg. the most precious energy ive ever felt thru a screen HASKDAAA you're so warm and inviting and bright it makes me feel right at home !! your fics are so amazing and the way u push out content is so admirable ! i adore u and i hope for even moreee interactions in 2023 :')

@suyacho

SNOW OMFAKSDJKALAAA you and xel are like.. the most ridiculously hysterical duo ive ever experienced in my life ! interacting w you guys on diaphanoso was INSANE i loved the kny brainrot sm ! you're the sweetest little precious soul ive ever met ! ill cry thinking abt it omgoggn i love playing genshin w you and teaching u all kinds of things ! i cant wait to play n interact even more !!!

@saneminx

CHERRY MY BELOVED MI BEBECITA ! MI CORAZON ! i love your energy so much like your sense of justice and bright, loud + confident personality makes me feel SOO GOOD i admire u a lot ! you always feed me with sooo many kny thirsts i ADORE U ! i am hugging u soooososo tight and i hope 2023 is AMAZING FOR U !

@the-witch-of-one-piece

VAL OMGLAKSDAAAA VAL VAL ! i see u writing bleach i promise one day ill watch it all n catch up with you :') your energy is so positive and loving, i can feel it through the screen i swear ! you make me feel right at home, and i love that we've stayed mutuals through my blog switch and after around a year ! im sending all my good energy to you for this next year :'))

@getoswhore

BRUH AHKLAAAA BELLA GTFO i love you. everything u put out on dash makes me fucking DIE LAUGHING STOP ! youre like one of my most precious mutuals from diaphanoso omgogm you've influenced me to be more confident n loud on dash hhehehee I ADORE U ! i cannot wait for more belloshi interactions n thirsts in 2023 :)

@donvampiro

DONDONDON I WILL CRY RN ! you are soo close to my heart my beloved ! if i could speak french id put a cute little french term of endearment but alas i am. not there yet :') snifle you make me feel SOOO safe and warm. i adore your heart and your preciousness it makes me emotionalahdkaaaa but i cannot wait for more don + moshi time this next year :')

@sleepy3

SLEEPY SLEEPS MY BABY ! you make me smile so hard when i see u in my inbox, you're always putting me onto new chars and it has me GASPINGAJSKAA i love your energy it's soft, like a warm hug and sleepy cuddles !! i cannot wait for more interactions n PLSPLSSS gimme some more chars to thirst over with you next yearhehehe

@tsunderedoctor

PURPLE my baby my love ! my mutual since diaphanoso ! i adore your sensitivity and brightness, youre such a precious person to me and i just genuinely admire your soul ! i loveee the law art reblogs you put out, they feed me sooo well :') and your emergency requests i adore so much! you are such a beautiful person to me ! ill cry omgogm ! but i hope the new year brings you nothing but good things ! you deserve it all :))

@4izawas

NEPPY NEP ! my bf since diaphanoso :') i adore your bright n confident energy SO MUCH ! your big biggg heart makes me soo so easily comfy and happy with you !! you have so much confidence and i swear it's contagious :) i cant wait for more genshin + moshtune interactions this next year ! i am sending u all my thirsty n positive energy !!

@garoujo

BROOOAKAKAKAA stop stop. dont get me started ill tear up ! emmie oomfghfgf i literally am in love with u ! youre my best friend stop stop ! you make me feel so safe and comfortable like i rlly dont feel that way with a lot of ppl ! you have such a bright heart and just warm energy ITS SO CONTAGIOUS. ur so contagious im sniffling ! we must have more emmoshi interactions ! i am giving u all my motivation n energy for 2023 :')

@vilsoo

JES OMGOMG ! i swear youve been sticking around w me for SOOO LONG like almost 2 years?? i think?? but SOB your energy is so bright to me i adore talking to u sm :') there's always tea to spill n its sooo investinghahakak but i cannot wait for more memories n interactions w you ! you are my go-to for fnaf fics ALWAYS ill always put people onto you when they ask for jjk / fnaf recs ehehheeh

2022 SAETOSHIS. thank you all for the memories, craziness, love n hugs! i adore u all! // all credits for music go to animenz on youtube, song performed: kimiiro signal - saekano: how to raise a boring girlfriend OP

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pairing(s) — counselor!JACK HUGHES x counselor!reader word count — 1.4k

note — i was (and still am) super proud of how i executed this concept, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy re-reading it!

recommended viewing — friday the 13th (1980), fear street: 1978 (2021)

bingo squares and additional content warnings below the cut.

bingo squares — sex in water, risky location/exhibitionism, and fear play additional content warnings — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending... (kevin heimbach hive rise!)

“Y’know, for someone who is so paranoid about being caught, you sure scream like you aren’t.”

The lake smacks Jack Hughes’ chest just moments before the true expulsion of annoyance. The succinct burst of emotion is pre-packaged into a lame wave. One that only stokes his predisposition for button-pushing—hers being a personal favorite target of his.

“Y'know, for someone so desperate to get laid, you sure do everything to guarantee the only thing you'll be fucking is your hand."

Jack's jaw unhinges as if making ample room for whatever semi-clever perverted retort is bound to manifest, but it slams shut prematurely. His only response is a strained whimper accompanying an audible gulp.

Wide eyes bulging, his gaze never leaves the woody shore at your back.

"J-Jack, I'm serious. Cut it out. Right now."

Your blunt, conduct code-mandated nails slice their way through the sunburnt skin of his shoulders—the much-deserved consequence of brushing off the sunscreen you offered him prior to his afternoon shift at the canoes.

He hisses, mostly out of irritation, but keeps otherwise mum.

Unwittingly, further panic stirs in your gut at that, sending your tense face into his waiting chest.

"I-It's not funny—it never was. And it's absolutely not now, e-either. Please, Jack. Just, just knock it off, o-okay?"

"Or what, babe?"

His husky voice carries across the water and the trees rustle in response.

You loathe the way that innocuous noise shoves you deeper into his embrace, clutching onto his lithe, toned form like he isn't the instigator of your palpable distress.

"Stop pretending you see him, or I'll... I'll... —"

Any threat you could've come up with would've been hollow at best, you both know it. Even if you weren't strung out from a full day of covert teasing and stolen glances, your fear of what might lurk in the shadowy depths between you and the dock would be more than enough to keep you firmly planted.

Jack set himself up with yet another perfectly easy jump-scare, but as you helplessly cling to him like a soggy kitten at the mere implication of danger, he's presented with a better, more delicious opportunity to burrow under your thin skin.

Oh, how he lives to make you squirm.

Soft lips lower to your ear, "Is that really what you want? Because I don't think the lake's the only reason my dick is soaked."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Hughes."

You try and avoid his X-ray vision, but it doesn't matter. It hardly ever does.

"Really? Well, allow me to enlighten you, hm?"

His tone has you rolling your eyes even though he can't see them.

Jack holds you tighter, sharply bucking his hips until you whine, before he whispers, "I think you like when I scare you—or, at least, your pussy does. The poor thing, gushin' and squeezin' whenever you jump for me. Every damn time, babe. I damn near thought you'd squirted last time I got ya that good."

You grumble because he's right. Only about your physical reaction, of course. Definitely not the other things.

You definitely did not enjoy being scared shitless, and you definitely did not squirt when he pretended something—or someone—was pulling him under. You'd be damned if your first time doing that came at the hand of such juvenile flippancy.

"Quit talking and fuck me, Hughes. We don't have all night; Alice still isn't over the nightmares."

Every year, there was always one of those campers, and, this year, Alice was that one. A kid so freaked out by local legend that you have to wonder how their parent or guardian managed to get them up here in the first place. Or, why anyone thought sending them up into the mountains for the summer was a good idea to begin with.

It never takes long for the nightmares to start. Especially once the inaugural midnight bonfire passes and the sightings start making the rounds. Wind-carried screams, a flash of metal, the too-thick drip off of the leaves, torn flesh...

Everything in graphic detail, and every detail insomnia fodder at its peak.

If a camper lucked out, they had a counselor they could attach themselves to in the wee hours of the morning as they shook through waves of fear. Alice weaseled her way into your bunk every night this past week, bottom lip trembling as tears streamed down her face, always rambling about the same thing: a silent killer in a cheap mask wielding long, menacing blade.

Nightly, while you've donned a brave face, it's been as genuine as the plastic allegedly worn by the personified cautionary tale. Because, once upon a time, you had been that camper, too—and Jack had a front-row seat to your adolescent terror.

To this day, he finds your ardent belief in the legend a point of amusement.

He won't be laughing, though, when Alice finds your bunk empty and runs crying to the supervisor cabin, thinking you'd been the latest victim—the first in thirty years.

If you're going down, you're dragging jack hughes down with you. He can explain to your parents why you're home two months early—and unemployed.

His forehead falls to your shoulder, wafts of damp hair tickling the bare skin as he groans. Jack never bothers masking his ire. "That snot-nosed third grader is the last thing I want to think about when I'm balls-deep. Total boner-killer, babe."

"Jason Vorhees is the last thing I want to think about right now, but you never seem to care about that, do you?" you growl.

Your ankles tighten around his waist at just the thought of the camp's very own boogeyman.

If you were smart, you'd stop hooking up with the one person dead-set on sending you to an early grave all for a laugh.

The apparent inevitability of your trysts wasn't for a lack of options. No, every year there was plenty. But every year, Jack Hughes was the only peer you snuck out for.

After that many midnights, you would think his recycled material would lose its edge. Unfortunately for you, that's yet to happen.

You tug on a fistful of hair at the nape of his neck. He nips at your throat in retaliation; you don't have the confidence to tell him you like that, too.

"Fine, fine," he laments, eyes pinched shut and wincing. "Truce?"

"Truce," you nod and relinquish your tight grip. "Now, make me cum."

"Yes, ma'am."

"See? I told you it was fine. No wandering campers, no prying Visors," Jack hums, an arm looped around your shoulders. "And no hockey masks or machetes, either."

Your soft, grudging giggle harmonizes with the cicadas.

When you reach your cabin, he pecks your damp temple. "You should trust me more often."

You knew once you caved to the lake idea, he'd never let it go, but you'd be remiss if you said it didn't turn you on just as much as it did him. That, however, doesn't mean you're eager for an encore any time soon.

Next summer, perhaps. If he played his cards right.

"Yeah, right," you snort while eclipsing the two meager steps with him on your heels.

His ego is beginning to rub you the wrong way as your post-orgasm bliss fades. Still, you can't resist pulling him closer now that no one else is around.

Kiss-swollen lips ghosting over his, you whisper, "Over my dead body."

His eyes go dark; a rare flicker of concern. "Don't say shit like that, babe, you'll jinx it... And i've still got so much planned for your body."

"Well, it's a good thing you've got an entire summer, isn't it?"

"Only because you won't let me touch you outside of Camp Nightwing," jack huffs, mostly under his breath. His jaw is too tight, but his voice is louder, "Just think of what i could do with the other nine months."

He doesn't bother disguising the bitterness weighing on his voice or his conscience, and that alone is enough to make you skittish. It hurts to swallow, and the mounting nausea certainly isn't helping, but it's a necessary evil to rid yourself of the lump clawing up your throat.

Jack Hughes talks a big game, but that's all it'll ever be. A game.

You won't make the same mistake twice.

"Get lost before you wake my campers, Hughes." You wave your hand dismissively as you take a step back—and out of his magnetic field. "We've got a big day tomorrow."

He drops the complaint as easily as he championed it.

"I'm going, I'm going." Jack raises his hands in surrender, laughing as he backs away from the porch. "Wouldn't want to rob the little boogers of their last moments of peace before my reigning Color War champs kick their asses—for the fifth consecutive year."

Your reluctant affection glimmers in the moonlight as you shake your head. "I hate you so much."

"No, you don't!" Jack calls over his towel-clad shoulder.

You're still smiling when the screen door smacks the dilapidated wooden frame.

As his jubilant footsteps fade down the path and you settle in your bunk, a large shadow slips between the moon and the cabin's front window.

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Not your average summer romance

Chapter One - Here goes nothing

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word count: 2k ish

Warnings: 18+ themes, fluff, kissing.

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Monday

It was the mother of Mondays as you hurried out of your apartment, your pot of coffee left forgotten on the kitchen counter simply because you were running super late. You were heading to a coffee shop for your meeting with the publisher anyway.

Your last meeting had been promising, so you had your hopes up about this one. The problem was, you were late. And your publisher, Sarah, was particular about time. Praying and hoping she would forgive you just this once, you dodged foot traffic that was perpetual on the streets of New York and stumbled into the equally busy cafe.

No sign of her.

Damn it.

Did she leave?

A part of you was hopeful that she was late too. That thought was shut up rather quickly when your phone buzzed with an email from Sarah.

Hi Y/N,

I hope you’re well. I’m sorry we couldn’t meet today, you know how I am with time.

I should have done this face to face but, unfortunately the team has decided against continuing the contract. I really did try my best but you know the decision isn’t all up to me. You can call me if you want to discuss anything.

I’m really very sorry. Stay in touch and keep writing.

Regards,

Sarah Waddington

A bunch of emotions went through you as you read and re-read the email. There had been rejections in your life in the past, but none of them stung or made you mad as this.

Who does this over an email?

You shoved your phone inside your purse angrily and looked around. You were in severe need of coffee, the only pick-me-up that could work.

Making a beeline for the counter, you pushed past people and stood behind a man wearing a black suit who was furiously whispering over his comms to someone.

Your phone buzzed again. This time it was your best friend calling you, the line was moving rather slow and you needed to vent.

The man in front must have changed his order at least three times adding to your frustration which you didn’t hide. You wondered who the person on the other line was who was unable to decide on a simple coffee order.

As your friend went on about her weekend, you moved ahead to order yourself a large Americano, this day called for nothing else but a strong cup of joe; the man in the suit grabbed his coffees and a bag of muffin and turned the opposite way, straight into you.

Iced coffee spilled down your blouse and some of it on his crisp white shirt, the paper bag turning soggy wet as both of you cursed out loud. Some of your piping hot americano managed to spill down your hand in the process too.

“Are you fucking kidding me??” You yelled, part in fury, part in pain as your hand stung.

Happy Hogan profusely apologized as he tried to grab as many tissues he could to help you. The commotion had gathered enough attention in the cafe already to add to your embarrassment.

“I am really sorry, I have a spare shirt in my car if you’d like. Please ma’am.”

He kept insisting, both of you staring at your blouse that was stained beyond saving point. Uttering a small ‘fine’ you followed him out to a rather sleek Tesla Roadster.

A man sitting at the back rolled the windows down as you two approached, a pair of brown eyes peeking through expensive looking sunglasses taking in your appearance with an amused smirk.

“Boss, would you mind passing me that shirt at the back please?”

The man continued to gaze at you for a few more seconds before paying heed to his, you assumed drivers’ request. You stared back, taking in the man’s sharp suit, a rather well maintained anchor beard and eyes that checked you out shamelessly.

“Tony?”

The other guy said more forcefully this time, breaking up your little staring match. ‘Tony’ fumbled around a bit before throwing a large white t-shirt that said ‘I survived my trip to NYC’ towards the guy you found who was named Happy Hogan as they exchanged a conversation.

“Honestly Happy, I don’t feel so secure around you and by the looks of it, neither does this lady or coffee for that matter. Why did I promote you to head of security again?”

“Because I’m the only one you trust and the only one who unfortunately can put up with your tantrums.”

“What tantrums? And will I get my coffee today?”

Tony huffed, making you hide your grin behind your hand as you accepted the t-shirt from Happy.

“Here. I’ve got all the caffeine I need for the day. Stains and burns included.” You held out your cup for him, frowning when he looked at Happy instead.

“Yeah, I’ll take that. Boss doesn’t like being handed things.” Happy gratefully took the coffee you offered and gave it to Tony.

What an entitled prick! You thought.

“What address should I send this back to?” You held the t-shirt up, Tony waving his hand in dismissal.

“Oh keep it. Mr. Hogan has a closet full of cheesy, oversized graphic tees. You can send the dry cleaning bill over to Stark Industries.”

He added with a small smirk, giving your blouse one more thorough glance.

“Oh no. I have plenty of pristine white blouses that haven’t had coffee spilled over. But thank you for your generosity, Mr. Stark I presume?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“The one and only.”

Happy watched the two of you interact like a tennis match, clearing his throat audibly to break off your staring contest yet again.

“See you around, Miss..?”

“Y/N.” I really hope not, you thought to yourself, giving them a polite smile.

Taking your leave, the two men sped off, leaving you with an amused grin and Tony Stark’s unforgettable gaze that seemed to still linger.

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That evening the doorbell rang, it was nobody but a large package with a little note.

Another pristine white blouse to add to your collection. Though this is more dinner worthy, I feel. What do you say, Ms. Wordsmith?

Tony Stark

Inside the box sat a satin white top, your size, surprisingly, and a lovely bouquet of beautiful white hydrangeas.

It was an awfully bold yet sweet gesture from someone you encountered for less than ten minutes. By the handwritten note, Tony had researched you in advance, now, it was your turn.

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Tony’s POV

“I’ll be honest with you Ms. Wordsmith, the thing is, ever since I saw you at the coffee shop, drenched in coffee, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Okay, what? Did those words actually leave my mouth? That wasn’t supposed to be uttered in front of her. Sure, the statements were true, but, whatever happened to the smooth-talker, unapologetic womanizer Tony! He was back at the lab probably judging the shit outta this guy.

The air conditioning was faulty in this place, I think, feeling sweat beads trickle down my back. The fanciest restaurants in New York with the most beguiling lady sitting across and all my mind focuses on is the goddamn AC?

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about you too, Mr. Stark. I think you’re possibly the most spoiled bratty billionaire I’ve met.”

Her words stirred something in me, my cock twitched curiously at them as I smirked, cleverly hiding my shock at the honesty. No woman was ever this frank before, this was new, intriguing.

I could tell she was interested, just by the way all of her focus was on me, her body angled towards mine, her gorgeous eyes taking in every movement, as if memorizing it.

I hadn’t been subtle either, her personality, her curves, her aura were all too inviting for me to back down. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to meet her again, keep meeting her for reasons unknown.

Other girls I’d met were pretty much cut from the same cloth, pretty things wearing tight dresses that accentuated their boobs enough to skip dessert and take them home. That usually ended in Pepper kicking them out in the morning before any of them had a chance to say ‘we should do this again sometime’.

Not Y/N though.

I wanted to listen to her, speak to about absolutely nothing, bring her home, explore every bit of that smart mouth, run my hands all over her soft skin, and claim her as mine…

Whoa there! Some boundaries, Stark. It’s only the first date.

“Earth to Tony?”

I snapped back to reality with her hand waving in front of my face, dear God, I wasn’t on my best game tonight.

“Did you say something I missed?”

Damn it. Obviously she had. What a question even?!

“I just wanted to know if you’d like to split a chocolate cake with me?” Her eyebrows raised in wonder as the waitress patiently stood next to the table, waiting for me to give some sort of reply.

Geez. Was this woman for real? I could’ve kissed her senseless right there. I don’t think any of my previous dates had even uttered the word cake before, let alone chocolate.

“Right uh, sure. Yes.” I cleared my throat and croaked, downing the rest of my drink, giving myself a mental shake.

“Are you alright?” She asked, leaning forward, concern filled in her eyes.

“Perfect. I was just preoccupied with something, I’m sorry. Tell me about where you grew up.”

The whiskey provided some liquid courage for me to get up from my seat and join her on her side of the booth. There was plenty of space but I had to make sure our knees touched, I couldn’t sit too far away, not now.

Angling my body toward her, I laid my arm against the backrest as she spoke, willing my eyes not to slip down to her tempting lips or the way her gesturing moved her blouse slightly to reveal her cleavage.

As her lips moved, a part of my brain registered the words while the other hornier part focused on the way her lips formed the perfect O, the way her tongue danced along making me wonder how it would feel wrapped around my length. The sounds that would leave her as I fucked that pretty little mouth, then her, and make her mine.

“Honestly, the whole thing was such a shitshow, I would not mind a sugar daddy at this point!” She laughed, making something flutter inside my chest cavity.

“A sugar daddy huh? How about an eccentric, genius billionaire?”

I smirked, letting my fingers skim the soft skin of her shoulders, pleased at the effect I had on her as she blushed.

Something changed in her eyes as she shifted closer to me, curiosity replaced by something darker, more carnal.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I murmured, looking down at her lips that screamed to be kissed.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re begging me to devour you until you scream my name.”

That very moment, both of us shifted closer until our lips finally met. That very moment, I knew I was in trouble.

The kiss was everything I had imagined and everything I hadn’t. She tasted like a dream, a mix of chocolate and berries mixed with a bit of wine she’d been drinking. I couldn’t get enough.

My lips glided over hers smoothly, tongue peeking out testing the waters at first but as her hands found their way up my chest, I knew she wanted more.

I could’ve been more drunk on her than the whiskey as we kissed, the restaurant had faded away into oblivion long ago.

Her tongue skimmed along my lower lip shyly, making me smirk against her mouth and card my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer.

“Mind if we get out of here?” I breathed, momentarily halting the kissing to look into her eyes.

She nodded, unable to form words as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a grin, her eyes swimming with the same want and desire that was probably reflecting in mine.

“Do your worst, Stark.”

A/N: Here we go! Chapter 1. Feedback is love, as always.

[deathbxnny]

Omg official first request I've made ever?

Okay so hear me out, Dragonkin Reader, Dragon of war at a point of time in the past who was best friends with Morax in ye olden days. Reader who use to drink Osmanthus wine with everyone and such, ended up in a marriage with the great Morax and over time things got shaky, when he faked his death and took the name Zhongli and decided that having a dragon partner with obvious features of Dragonkin isn't great for his whole Human(tm) brand he has going on so he just neglects the reader except for during meetings with Childe on occasion, and reader just so happens to befriend Childe who definitely has his eyes for the stunning dragonkin...and perhaps even challenges them to a spar in which Reader wins and he just falls over head in heels with them..and perhaps reader shows up soggy in the rain at the inn room he's in when Zhongli presented Divorce papers and essentially kicked them out 👀 or something of the sort. Extra angst extra forbidden(ish) romance 👀👀👀

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A/N: Why hello there! I am honoured to be the recepient of your request, dear definitely-a-stranger of mine! I love the idea, but have changed it maybe a little bit too much on accident, so I hope that you'll like it anyways!<33 Content: Mention of non-sexual nudity!!!, some light flirting, neglect, Zhongli being a bad husband (like in most of my writing for him-), some angst, emotional adultery???, hurt/kind of comfort, talks of divorce, Childe being a sly homewrecker, somewhat forbidden romance, romantic tension, characters might be ooc?? idk- Female reader, who has some dragon-like features! Word count: 2.2k ((Not proofread at all!!!))

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"Take a leap into the waters below with me, won't you?"

It was a cold and misty morning, when Ajax decided to take a nice swim in an uncharted lake he had found during his travels. It was close to the borders of Liyue city, hidden in a lush field of tall grass, and yet no map seemed to acknowledge it's existence. This intriuged him greatly, as not even locals seemed to be aware of it. And so, whenever the tempratures dropped, he ventured out for a quick dip in the cold water, a familiar tradition from back home. He trudged through the thick grass, his eyes narrowing against the mist. It was easy to miss the lake and so he was always very careful in looking for it, having even gone as far making a small pathway for himself.

A content smile pulled at his lips, when he finally saw the still surface of it in the distance, his steps speeding up, until he stood at the small part of the shoreline that wasn't covered in rocks. His boots came off first, then his shirt and jacket, then his pants. All unceremoniously thrown onto a nearby rock, right next to the foreign silken robes he hadn't seen in his eagerness to get in. Ignorant to what may linger below, he was quick to lower himself into the water, letting out a soft hiss at how cold it was.

Just like how it was back home.

He closed his eyes, muscles tensing and flexing, before they relaxed and his mind drifted into thoughtless dreams of work and his family. It was quiet and peaceful here... perhaps a little too unnaturally quiet. But his apparent fearlessness didn't allow him any doubt or worry. Every now and then, he'd hear the soft movement of the water in the subconsciousness of his mind, until it became a little too often and began near approaching him. He cracked a tired eye open, his arms crossed over his broad chest, as he tried seeing what the source of the sound was. was it a fish? Frog? ... A woman?

The young man gasped softly, his body straightening up in surprise, when he saw her carelessly step out of the water, goosebumps spreading across her body when the cold breeze hit her skin. He opened his mouth to perhaps apologise or question her... yet not a word was able to escape his lips. And she didn't seem to particularly acknowledge him either. Instead, she just now stood next to him, calmly looking off into the distance, before her head slowly turned to look down at him.

The silence was suffocating, but Ajax's mind was racing with millions of thoughts at once. He should be looking away from her nude form. He should get up and... No, he can't do that either, as he was in a similar state. Yet he seemed to have more shame than her. So instead, he could only blink in surprise, when he noticed the scales, horns and cat-like slitted, intense eyes. She was no human, he then determined. A siren maybe? Was she going to rip him apart with the sharp teeth he spied under her lips? Was she going to dig her sharp nails into his heart and take it for herself? Was she going to seduce him and drag him into the depths of the lake as punishment for being so careless? Ajax fidgeted nervously. At least she was beautiful, he supposed. Breathtaking, in a literal sense, if you will.

And yet, his creative imagination came to an end, when the woman finally spoke up, still so unbothered by it all. "It's been a while, since a human decided to lose it's way into my territory..." She hummed, before just stepping out of the water and collecting the robes the harbinger had ignored. "... Have any of them survived to tell the tale?" He asked, trying to retain some semblance of his composure, which seemed impossible in her presence. He heard a small huff, perhaps a chuckle. "Some, yes." She mused, but her voice was oddly devoid of any emotions. Or perhaps, human emotions.

Childe dared to look behind him then, his eyes catching as her bare shoulder disappeared under the silk. "I won't go down so easily, if you happen to be in a bad mood today then." The man near challenged, but he was only met with a slight turn of her head in his directon, as she halted her movements. "I doubt, that you'll ever be a match forme, even in a good mood." She replied, before slowly walking away, her hands gently brushing against the tall grass. But her words only ticked off Ajax's challenging nature, which made him swiftly stand and give her a slight grin. "Then fight me. I assume you are an ancient creature, one with great power. I'd appreciate the challenge-" "-Maybe next time." Was all she said, as her form merged with the mist and disappeared soundlessly. Childe stood in the still water for a while after, his breathing a little laboured from the excitement that had filled him from her words alone.

So much for relaxation...

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He visited the lake often afterwards, in hopes of seeing the woman again. And every now and then, he'd be lucky enough to do so, even if she never agreed to a fight. Instead, he'd spend his time speaking to her, although that was a little difficult at first due to her reserved nature. Something that Ajax was eventually able to break through as well. He learned three things about her over the few weeks he had spent here. Her name was (Y/N), she was once an ancient, powerful dragon... and she is married, unfortunately. To who exactly however, she refused to say. Not that it mattered anyways, since childe's brewing, selfish jealousy only saw it as a challenge too, if anything. Especially when he learned that your dear husband wasn't very attentive to you in the first place.

"Say, wouldn't your husband get quite angry, if he saw his wife and a foreign man sitting in a lake together... naked?" He one day asked, loosely gesturing between the two of them lazily to empathise his point. But he had learned over time, that dragons didn't care about nudity all that much. They techincally usually didn't wear clothes anyways, right? (Y/N) seemed to have learned some human customs at least regarding that, but her lake, her rules, he supposed. "He forgets I'm there most of the time. I doubt he'll care now." She hummed, her body laying across the warm sand. It was a hot day, the sun shining down and reflecting against the lakes still surface. Ajax kept his eyes away from her, mainly out of odd embarrassment, that he usually couldn't care to feel. But she made him feel alot of similar emotions against his will anyways.

"How can he forget you? I certainly think about you all the time." "About me? Or the duel you are itching to have?" He simply grinned knowingly in response. It was both, ofcourse. "I guessed so... but I'll have to disappoint you once again, I'm afraid. There is a meeting I have to attend with my husband." She muttered, sighing as she sat up with a slight frown. Ajax raised a brow, a silent question she understood. "Appearances are important to him." "I see... but what about your...?" He trailed off, eyes daring steal a glance at her horns, that made her nod. "Yes, I hide them around him... or other people for that matter." "Ah, so, I'm special then?" He teased, making her huff and pull on her thin robe. "Perhaps in a way, you are... but then again, you are in my domain." She said, which made the man smirk a little. He'll take that for now.

She took her leave then, a small wave and bow of her head, before she disappeared in the tall grass. Ajax sighed to himself and sunk deeper into the water. He also had a meeting to get to... but for now, he'll stay in your domain to relax in your comfort, that even lingered in your absence.

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"Perhaps I shouldn't have done that..." He cursed, when he was running late from falling asleep in the lake. He didn't know how it happened and was quite irritated at himself. This was a mess, but knowing him, he'd always find a way out of everything. So when he arrived at the restaurant, he put on his best, apologetic smile, as he went to greet the man. "Ahaha.... my apologies, Mr. Zhongli! Last minute work came up, that I had to take care of and..." His words trailed off, when his eyes found the familiar gaze of the dragonic woman. He gulped, when it all dawned on him... but then the confusion settled in. Why would such a powerful, ancient dragon be with a funeral consultant? Unless... he didn't know? Yes, that made alot of sense, especially when she looked so human-like now. Somehting that irked Ajax deep down, for some reason.

"That's alright, things happen." Zhongli hummed, ushering the man to take a seat, when he absently waved a hand into the direction of his near stoic wife. "I hope you don't mind my wife joining us for the evening?" He asked, making the harbinger clear his throat. "No, ofcourse not... it's an honour.." (Y/N) seemed less affected by the whole ordeal and so he decided to reel himself in as well and go ahead with the meeting. Every now and then, his eyes would find her calm form picking at her food or idly looking off at a nearby wall. He also quickly noticed how... indifferent Zhongli was to her.

His eyes never trailed to her breathtaking form in her fancy, silken robes. He never spoke a word to her, never asked for her opinion. It irritated Ajax. If she was his, he'd show her off, boast bout the strong, powerful wife he had at his side. He'd never allow her to hide her dragonic features either. She was to be worshipped, just like she told him she once was... but then again, Childe was selfish. He'd rather just worship her all on his own.

And by the end of the evening, it took all his strength to not rip her away from the other man's unworthy grasp. What did he have, that Ajax didn't? But all he could really do, was watch the two walk away, her eyes meeting his briefly, before she disappeared after her husband in the dense crowd.

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"Even after a nice evening, you can't seem to acknowledge me, Morax." (Y/N) said, although she knew her word would just fall on deaf ears. Especially when she used his old name, actual name. "I don't expect much else from you however.... Would you like it, if I simply disappeared into the depths of my lake forever? Far away from any civilisation, forever alone?" More silence, as the man simply took off his coat and shoes. He only responded when she used that pathetic human name of his. But she'd be damned, before she allowed herself to sink that low. "I will warn you, that I will not be alone however. I have perhaps found someoneelse. Someone who appreciates the war and carnage of love much more than you ever could have."

Zhongli stopped in his tracks, his head tilting ever so slightly in her direction. He wouldn't even spare her a last glance it seemed. He had fully given up on his past and his wife of eons with it. "Then leave." "Very well, Morax." She saw his jaw clench, a last dig at revenge, the sound of a ring hitting the marble floor blending in with the door falling shut.

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The moon was high up in the sky, by the time (Y/N) arrived at her lake. As expected, Ajax was already resting in it and for a while it seemed. "It's a little late for a swim, don't you think?" He asked, making the woman hum in response, as she shrugged her clothes off and walked past him into the lake, until it reached her hips. "Says who? I make the rules here." The man sat up, his head tilted back a little to laugh softly. "My, when did you get so sassy? Seems like I'm rubbing off on you." "Perhaps so... why are you here?" She finally asked the obvious question, that earned her a smirk. But it was a dangerous one. "It's not for a duel, for once." He mused, the message clear.

This type of burning love he felt was forbidden and perhaps for a good reason. A dragon and a human couldn't possibly be together, and then there was Zhongli, who he still assumed was just a mere human. People would call him a homewrecker, or maybe they'd dare to blame you. But alas... when was Childe ever the one to back down from anything? Especially when he wanted something? It was a risky, uncharted part of life for him... yet that alone seemed to have worked out for him before with this lake, right? "I see... then what is it?" She asked carefully, eyes narrowing a little, when he chuckled.

"I'd like to take a leap of faith." "A leap of faith?" "Yes." His answers were clear and confident, filled with an arrogance only he perhaps could have. But that intriuged the woman, who hummed and reluctantly held her hand out to him then; A final test.

"Then come... Take a leap into the waters below with me, won't you?"

"Challenge accepted."

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A/N: Alrighttt, my back hurts! And this took me about 3 hours to write... and I maybe went off the idea alot... BUT I know you'll appreciate it anyways. I hope everyone else enjoyed this too and thank you again for the request, dear!<33

[lieutenantfloyd]

can you do a headcanon where rooster doesn’t know what to do when the reader is having her random period moment and cries about not having a spoon or something dumb?

The spoon that broke the camel's back ; B.Bradshaw

Words: 493

Note: What started as a headcanon turned into a 500-word drabble. Oops.

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Rolling over for the umpteenth time that night, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 3:23 AM. Rolling flat on her back, she took a deep breath, trying to ignore the dull ache of cramps and the rumble of hunger in her stomach. With a sharp exhale, she made her way out of bed, trying not to wake her husband.

She made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen turning as few lights on as possible. She placed a bowl on the counter and made her way to the pantry in search of her favorite cereal. Between her pounding headache and killer cramps, the thought of eating anything at all was nauseating. She placed the box on the counter and poured a generous helping into the bowl. Once the milk was in the bowl, she padded over to the silverware drawer in search of her custom cereal spoon. Spotting it, she  Right as she turned back to her bowl, a searing cramp knocked the wind right out of her chest. doubled over, her grip on the spoon released, sending it clattering across the tile floor. 

Letting out a small wail, she dropped to the floor, bringing her knees up into the fetal position. 

Seconds later, A voice came from the doorway. 

"Are you ok, Honey?". 

Not moving a muscle, She choked out a reply between sobs. "N-No. Well, yes, b-but no.."   Making his way across the kitchen he sunk to the floor, bringing her into his arms. She melted into his touch as all the stress and negative emotions came pouring out. Rooster glanced between the spoon and his distraught spouse, finally piecing together what happened.

Letting out a shaky breath she pulled her face back slightly. "I just wanted a bowl of cereal but I dropped my favorite spoon and oh god now y-you're shirts w-wet-" She started before bursting into tears again.

"Everything is fine honey, don't worry." Rooster cooed, his warm hands needing small circles at the base of her spine Seconds later she continued, her voice now muffled by his firm chest "b-but now my spoon is dirty and my cereal is getting soggy and I'm hungry and everything hurts and I just want to s-sleep but I c-can't..." Squeezing her even closer, Rooster contemplated for a second.

"How about this, Sugar. We'll get you back upstairs and situated in bed. I'll come back down, wash your spoon, and bring you some Tylenol and a fresh bowl of cereal. Alright?" 

"A-alright..."

"Good. Now, can you put your arm around my neck for me? Atta girl." he praised while gently lifting her off the floor.

He made his way to the stairs, ascending in silence before pushing the bedroom door open. He placed her gently on the bed and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

"I sense a heating pad and a Disney movie calling your name."  He smiled, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face.

[thesecretwriter]

pretty when you cry (draco malfoy).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Please put your age in your bio. Thank you!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader

Summary: A love which you thought would last.  

Warning: Angst.

Side note: Inspired by pretty when you cry. Happy reading! 

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part 2

Flashback:

“All the stars shine for you, my love.”

An indescribable sort of happy emotion had bloomed in your heart at his words.

Arms made their way around you, pulling you into the familiar warmth you felt with Draco.

A flutter of little kisses was laid upon your neck – your eyes remained on the stars above.

The view of them from the astronomy tower was beautiful but being able to see them with Draco made it even better.

“I yearn for the day we’re able to be away from here.”

“Why’s that my love?” He rested his head in the curve of your shoulder.

“So, I can finally express my love for you in front of all those who are against us.”

He stiffened at your words, hands almost falling loosely on your form.

A silence so loud encompassed you both.

“Our love would never be accepted.”

It was hard, living in a world where the love between a half blood and pure blood wasn’t accepted.

“It wouldn’t matter to me…” You turn to face him, with his hands settled on your waist, “As long as I’m with you, nothing else will matter.”

His eyes were down cast and not meeting yours.

“Am I the girl that you dream of?” You ask caressing his face.

“Of course, you are.” He smiled down at you.

“All those little times you say that I'm your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.” You lay a kiss on his cheek.

The way he made you feel was surreal.

Even though you couldn’t be with each other in the eyes of everyone else. When it just the two of you the world seemed to come to a stop and all else ceased to matter.

“I’ll wait for you, always.” You promised and closed your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

Draco had previously become very distant with you. He had withdrawn into himself, and you had a feeling it had something to do with his father. It was a letter from a particular someone that had you cherishing every remaining moment you could with Draco as you didn’t know how much time you had with him.

Hiding this from him was the hardest thing you’d have to face.

Back to present:

You were walking back from your last class with your books pressed to your chest, making your way to the library to finish your homework.

“Hey y/n.” Pansy’s voice squeaked from the corner of the hallway you were about to enter.

“Yes?” You ask confused as she had only ever communicated with you about schoolwork.

She was leaned against the wall as your stopped in front of her, your eyes briefly me Draco’s as he was stood not too far away with the rest of his clique behind.

“Stay away from Draco.” She sneered towering over you.

“Excuse me?”

“I found the letters you wrote him. You seem a bit desperate for his attention.” Pansy turned towards Draco as he walked to her side with familiar envelopes in his hand.

“I have to say y/n, I thought ignoring them would’ve been the best choice, but you didn’t seem to stop after the first 10. Lucky, I kept them all.” He smirked and threw them towards you.

Thankfully you managed to catch them while balancing your textbooks. When you had a closer look at them, they were indeed letters from you, however these were letters you and Draco had exchanged between one another.

It was way you and him communicated with one another when you couldn’t meet at night.

You gazed back at him, tears gathering in your eyes.

His smirk seemed to weaken a bit before Pansy nudged him, she raised a brow at him.

He reached into the pocket of his robe and drew out his wand, it was pointed towards you.

“Aguamenti.”

You were drenched in water, textbooks soaked in minutes and the letters now almost soggy in your hand.

Pansy laugh could be heard echoing in the hallway, but that didn’t deter you from holding Draco’s gaze.

He seemed stunned for a moment before he put his wand back in his robe and then avoided eye contact with you.

“What’s going on here?” Harry’s voice boomed as he pushed through the small crowd of people surrounding the situation.

“Potter to the rescue.” Draco said in anger.

Harry looked at you up and down, noticing how your arms were now hugging your form as a way to protect yourself from the eyes of everyone.

The smirk on Pansy’s face and snickers coming from the rest of Draco’s clique explained the situation to Harry.

He glared at Draco as he took off his robe to put it around you, his pulled you into his side and he walked past Draco and bumped into his shoulder.

“I’ll get Hermione, okay? Just sit here for a moment.” Harry said before walking away.

Harry had been polite enough to bring you up to your dorm where he left you sitting on your bed.

When you were sure he was gone you allowed the tears to fall.

Draco had never acted like that before. He usually ignored your entire existence in front of everyone, as you did him. It was an agreement you both had made when your relationship had first started – which was nearly 3 years ago now.

“Oh y/n.” Hermione said sadly as she walked into the room.

“Harry told me what happened.” She said sitting next to you.

She comfortingly rubbed your back as your cried into her shoulder.

“I didn’t do anything.” You sobbed.

Hermione listened as your explained how the incident started.

“He’s going to regret what he did y/n. He doesn’t deserve you, and this isn’t anything he can be easily forgiven for.”

Hermione had known about your relationship with Draco. At first it was hard for her to comprehend as this was the boy who tormented her from the age of 11, but once she saw how effortlessly happy you were, she supported you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said waking up and opening the trunk in front of your bed to get some dry clothes for you.

You nodded and took the clothes from her and made your way to the girls bathroom.

While showering you couldn’t help but replay the incident in your mind. The way Draco looked at you wasn’t the way your Draco looked at you.

You chose to spend the rest of your evening in your dorm, telling Hermione you wanted to skip dinner due to being tired from the long week.

“I’ll bring you something to eat when we’re all done. I don’t want you going to bed on an empty stomach.” She said leaving no place for argument.

Draco’s eyes never left the entrance of the great hall. Each time someone entered, his eyes would wait to see if it was you.

“Aren’t you glad we got rid of your little stalker?” Pansy said gaining his attention.

He robotically nodded and looked down his plate.

Pansy was in his dorm earlier that day, rummaging through Draco’s things trying to find a reason as the why he was so distant with her and the rest of his ‘friends’. That’s when she came across the letters you had owled to him.

That’s when she came to him and curiously asked about it, disregarding the fact that she went through his things to find it.

Following her confrontation to him was the incident in which he used the Aguamenti charm on you – which he seemed to regret the moment he saw the tears in your eyes.

It was the first time he had made your cry.

“Draco, are you even listening?” Pansy asked from across him.

He nodded slowly before returning his eyes to the entrance, he saw Hermione walk into the great hall without you which was odd as you had always been at her side during any mealtime.

The rest of the time at the great hall was spent with his mind trying to come up with ways to contact you. He was aware at the fact that Hermione knew about you and him – but right now the last thing he wanted to do was ask her how you were knowing he would get an earful of scolding.

The rest of the castle was dark and asleep as you tiptoed your way to your place of comfort.

The astronomy tower.

You were sure Draco wouldn’t be there as he had a Quidditch match the next day.

Peaking at the top of the tower from a few stairs below, you made sure he wasn’t there before going forward.

It was a still a peaceful night, the sky clear of any cloud allowing the stars to shine.

You sat down at the edge, letting your legs dangle.

You leaned your hands against the railing and closed your eyes, enjoying the cool breeze.

The soft approaching footsteps caught your attention.

You panicked thinking it maybe filch. Quickly waking up from your spot, you moved toward a dim lit corner and stood still and out of sight.

When you saw a pair of grey eyes looking at you, you stepped out of your place of hiding, but still stayed a safe distance away from him.

“I thought I might find you here.” He said taking a step forward.

You took a step back instinctively.

Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he quickly diverted his gaze away and up to the stars.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” He said with a pained voice, still not meeting your eyes.

You remained silent.

“Pansy found your letters in my room, and I couldn’t think of any other excuse.”

“That still doesn’t excuse your actions Draco.” Your tone broke when you said his name, causing him to look at you and finally notice the tears.

Without thinking, he walked forward and enveloped you in his arms.

“Don’t cry love, please.” Seeing tears in your eyes and knowing he caused them pained him.

His thumb comfortingly caressed your cheek as you gazed up at him.

“What’re you doing you here Draco?” You ask, composing yourself.

“I didn’t see you for dinner.”

“I lost my appetite when water was dumped on me.”

You wriggled out of his grip and put a good distance between the two of you. You walk to the railing and rest of your hands on them. You knew the moment had come for you to make the final decision, and even though it hurt you the most, you knew Draco would be better of.

“I can’t do this anymore; I can’t continue to ignore it.” You said softly, but Draco was able to hear it.

He felt all blood drain from his face.

“What do you mean y/n?” He asked in a shaky tone.

“I barely recognize who you are anymore Draco. I’m losing myself by staying in the shadows with my love for you.”

“I’m still me y/n, I’m right here.” He said taking his hands in yours desperately.

“My Draco is not here, he wouldn’t have done-“ You got choked up on your words.

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to. I promise.”

A sad chuckle leaves your lips as you break from his hold and yet again put distance between the two of you.

He looks to you, holding eye contact. Desperate for you to see how this is affecting him, how he craves to have you in his arms.

“Y/n, please.”

You shake your head, feeling the endless tears flow down your cheeks.

“Don’t you remember all those special times I spent with you, my love?” He asked smiling at the memories.

“I’ll never forget them.” You smile sadly.

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s for the best Draco. We come from two different worlds, you yourself were so hesitant with this relationship from the start. Sometimes you still are.”

“No, I love you. I know that I love you. There’s nothing in this life for me if you’re not there y/n.” He pleads brokenly.

“You’re capable of so much in this life my love. Our love will forever be special to me, I would take you as my lover in every life if I could.”

He walks towards you and gets on his knees, hands wrapped around your waist.

He’s sobbing into your stomach.

In that moment, you knew you would never be able to love someone else the way you did Draco. He ruined the concept of love for you – and you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

You knew this would be your last moment in his arms.

“Draco, look at me.” You said more strongly this time.

He gazed up at you.

“I love you, with all that I am – but we cannot continue like this.” You lowered yourself to his level.

He could tell that you had made your mind up, the woman he loved was here in front of him saying they couldn’t be together.

Gathering himself, he brought your face towards his own and allowed your lips to meet for one last time.

It was a slow, painful and passion filled kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered not opening his eyes.

Not being able to see him like this any further, you got up from the floor and was practically running down the stairs of the astronomy tower.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Master Of Puppets 

Summary: After you’ve been hiding away in your trailer for days, your best friend Eddie Munson comes to check up on you with ice tea and pizza but things take an emotional turn over your shared love for music and singing together.

Pairing: bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Romantic Porn With Plot (18+!) | oral (f receiving),fingering, pulling out, a sexual innuendo containing Robert Plant |, Friends To Lovers, Teeth-rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Vibes, Quite A Good Heap Of Angst, An Ungodly Plethora Of Pet Names Linked To Food, Mentions Of Weed, Talk About Depression, Me Slightly Nerding Out About Music 

Word Count: 4.7k (What can I say? My heart has a massive boner for Eddie Munson 🖤)

A/N: Ight, I never really wrote friends to lovers before but here we go! This fic was brought to you by me discovering the existence of watermelon flavored ice tea and devouring a pizza while having absolute Eddie Munson brain rott. Enjoy! 

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Heavy raindrops hammered onto the roof of your trailer just like the hot tears that were overflowing your lower lash line and cascading down your cheeks. Belly first you had flopped yourself onto your messy bed hours ago and hadn’t really moved since. The oversized Led Zeppelin shirt you counted as one of your very favorites didn’t give you any of the comfort you were longing for so desperately today.

Today wasn’t exactly your day. That’s what you were telling yourself for at least two weeks now. All energy seemed lost, sleep was something that rarely happened and maintaining some sort of social life was clearly out of question entirely. Oh, it had been getting really bad for you again but you refused to accept that this depressive episode was actually happening. You didn’t want it to, of course, but the situation of you laying with one side of your face pressed to the mattress while silently crying told a different story and the rainy madness going on outside served you just fine. 

With your trusty teddy bear pressed closely to your chest, you let out a long and tired groan oozing with discomfort. You needed to get a grip, to take a hold of the situation - of yourself for that matter- but the exhaustion of simply being awake that now inhabited each and every muscle didn’t let you. Everything seemed to be too much of an effort. Taking a shower and getting at least halfway dressed 4 hours ago had already felt like running a marathon and you still couldn’t be bothered with getting up again. 

Rubbing your puffy face against the sheets to haphazardly wipe away a new flush of tears, you got interrupted by a fast and stern knock on your door. You didn’t react to it with any more than a puzzled frown.

“Ey, pumpkin! Open up!” The muffled voice of a certain Eddie Munson rang through the thin walls.

Your closest friend since you set foot into Hawkins High hammered his palm against the door again after you said or did absolutely nothing.

“C’mon, I know you are there!” he argued, “You left your bathroom light on.”

From an indistinct point where you’d been busy staring holes into the air, your gaze shot down the short floor to your bathroom door and Eddie was right. A telltale beam of soft, warm light illuminated the gap between the door and the wooden ground.

“Fuck…” You muttered under your breath but still didn't bother to move. Maybe he’d  let you alone if you just did nothing long enough.

“Hey, I’m getting wet out here, sweet pea!” Eddie tried to convince you, “But you know what’s worse? That nice, hot pepperoni pizza I’m having here is getting soggy if you don’t open up soon.” 

“Hmm…” You pondered with yourself for a moment at the announcement of hot pizza in your severe lack of breakfast or lunch.

“May I add that I brought ice tea and a fat joint too?” You could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice even through the thundering rain, “That’s a deal you absolutely DO NOT want to miss!” 

“Smug asshole.” You sighed while rolling your eyes. He got you and both of you knew. 

“ALRIGHT, jeez.” You answered eventually before you rolled yourself onto your back and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. 

You knew that you probably looked like you got hit by a bus and that Eddie would turn to-the-moon-and-back concerned in no time but in exchange for a good slice of pepperoni pizza and a hit of pot you felt somewhat ready to handle that. 

After you finally dragged yourself off the bed, you waddled towards the front door. Before you opened it, you took one deep breath to steady yourself for the wave of worried attention that was about to hit you. 

“Can’t even mope around in peace, can I?” You started with a humoristic remark to play right over your disheveled looks.

“Love you too, pumpkin-” Eddie was about to lean in and press an obligatory smooch to your forehead but he stopped right in his tracks as his deep brown eyes locked with yours. 

He inspected you for a moment before his eyes dropped down to your hands. Chapped black nail polish, chewed off fingernails and sore cuticles from nervously picking away at the delicate skin. He didn’t need to see more to know what was going on. Eddie had seen you like this plenty of times. He was the only one you’d let close enough into your life to see you like that.

“Oh..” It left his lips in a soft murmur.

You knew that he wasn’t passing any judgment over the state you were in yet it still pulled at your heartstrings to see the apprehension in his features rising.

“Alright.” He shrugged his leather jacket-clad shoulders ever so slightly to snap himself out of his thoughts “Let’s get you to eat and drink something.” 

With that you stepped back and made room for him to enter the trailer you called home. Without further ado, Eddie passed you by, heading for the bedroom where you watched him toss the pizza box onto the mattress before sliding his backpack off. It hit the floor with a dull thud, indicating at least two bottles of the advertised ice tea.

Without saying anything, you followed your friend, taking a seat right next to the pizza carton from where you watched him roaming around in your shelves like he lived here himself. It didn’t bother you because he was allowed to and there was nothing hidden between books, vinyls and VHS tapes Eddie hadn’t seen yet. After flipping through a carefully collected and cherished array of Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin and last but not least Queen records, he reached your Metallica vinyls at the end of the shelf. With a gentle yet professional frown he pondered over Kill ‘Em All before his finger hovered towards the striking blue cover sleeve of Ride The Lightning. His lips pouted slightly as his eyes switched from Ride The Lightning to the newest addition to your collection: Master Of Puppets.

54 glorious minutes of head-banging, vocal-cord-trashing, toe-curling metal goodness straight from the heavens. 

It had taken about one listen to it for Eddie and you to hopelessly fall under its spell. 

“Go ahead, we both know it’s going to be Master Of Puppets anyway.” You tried to joke as you reached down to grab his backpack. 

In a swift pull you dragged it towards you, unzipped it and fished for the ice tea.

“Watermelon?!” You arched your brows to a skeptical frown, “Where the hell did you get watermelon flavored ice tea, Eds?”  

“At the store, duh.” Eddie winked at you in a teasing manner, “I thought we’d be a bit experimental and try something new.” 

“Experimental sounds about right..” You muttered, unscrewed the bottle and took a deep swig.

“And?” Eddie looked at you in expectation before you had even swallowed.

“It’s not…bad.” You confessed after unconsciously smacking your lips and rolling your tongue against the top of your mouth for the fruity sweet aftertaste to spread.

“Let me have some.” He stretched out his hand for you to give him the bottle.

After handing it to him, you watched his expression as he put the bottle to his lips. Similar to you, Eddie seemed pleasantly surprised at the comfortably leveled out taste of watermelon and sweetened tea. He took another drag before his attention wandered back to the vinyl he was about to plop onto the record player. A familiar, softly flickering sound emitted from the speakers as soon as the needle hit the black vinyl disc for a few seconds before the treacherously calm, somber intro melody to Battery set in. You didn’t notice it at first, but the way Eddie swayed his head from side to side in nothing but sheer acknowledgement of good music elicited a smile to form around your lips. It was an honest and effortless smile that nearly went unnoticed if it wasn’t for Eddie taking a glimpse at it from the corner of his eye.

“Look at that.” He chuckled with a tinge of relief in his tone “All it takes is ice tea, some pizza and Metallica to get you smiling!” 

“Don’t forget about yourself, Munson. You deserve some credit too.” At the mention of pizza your fingers wandered out to open the box and tear a warm piece from the cheese and pepperoni loaded circle. 

“Some?” He raised his brows at you before a wide grin took over.

“Yeah, some.” You repeated yourself as he slumped onto the mattress next to you and took a slice of pizza for himself. 

For a moment both of you were simply chewing away while James Hetfield’s voice thundered through the speakers alongside shredding guitar riffs. By now both of you knew the record by heart and if it hadn’t been for your pizza-stuffed mouths you’d have sung along and most likely tried to imitate every waaaaah and weeeee of the guitars too. After you basically devoured the first slice of oven-baked goodness, you sighed a little and turned your heads towards Ed, who almost looked like chewing off his fingers alongside the pizza crust if he didn’t pay close attention. The sight in front of you drew an amused giggle from you before you stated what you wanted him to know: “Thanks for stopping by, Eddie.”

Chugging down the last bite, he looked at you with a warm, gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Sweet pea, I haven’t seen you in days and I got really worried. That’s the least I could do. In fact, I think I should’ve stopped by way sooner if I had known what’s going on.” He lazily licked the grease of his fingers before he added, “Do you want to talk about it?”

At that you shrugged your shoulders and scrunched your nose a little.

“Not now…I’m just happy that you are here.”

“Okay.” Eddie nodded and his eyes started beaming at you with a sparkle that was unique to him “Do you want to sing along to Master Of Puppets instead?”

It was the second track of the record and your personal favorite, closely followed by Welcome Home (Sanitarium). 

“Eddie Munson on the background vocals?” You asked, the beam of joy in his eyes being positively contagious.

“Hell yeah, baby!” With a nod of his head he practically jumped from the bed as Battery was nearing its end. 

The two of you were barely given a break to catch your breath before the intro riff kicked in and sent you into absolutely feral heavy metal overdrive. You couldn’t help the massive grin spreading on your face as you witnessed just how much Eddie put his whole heart into throwing his curly, fuzzy mess of hair back and forth to the pushing beat. He made being happy and carefree look like such an effortless thing to do. Bouncing back and forth like a bouncy ball he shook the weight of the world from his shoulders, appearing untouchable to any form of anxiety, pain or dread. It seemed as if the music resonating through your bedroom made him invincible and as much as you loved seeing him all spaced out like that it struck a nerve within that had turned very sore lately. You wanted that too, wanted to just let go of everything and anything for the music to sweep you right off your feet. You wanted it so bad that you took a good gasp of air and closed your eyes, getting ready for your very favorite part of the song. 

After the first solo faded into a hammering, almost march-like beat, you steadied yourself and felt your heart drop as Eddie shouted alongside James Hetfield: “Master, Master!”

“Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?” You shouted in return, feeling how the words settled right in your stomach, twisting it in every possible direction.

“Master, Master!”

“You promised only lies!” Not the music but the truth behind those lyrics started knocking you off your feet. 

“Laughter, Laughter!”

“All I hear or see is laughter!” Your voice rendered into a choked back sob.

“Laughter,Laughter!”

“Laughing at my cries!” In a hasty gasp you tried to fill your lungs with the necessary oxygen before the last line was about to crush you.

In a helpless wail you didn’t know your body was capable of, you practically screamed: “Fix me!”.

Two words to wrap up the verse you had tossed and turned in your mind countless times. Two words that had left your lips while singing together with Eddie umpteenth times but this time they felt like ripping all your pain right out of your chest. It felt like a plug being pulled with all the clogged up torment, dirt and emotional mud behind it now oozing out of you. 

This was nothing short of real, physical pain and your eyes shot open just to realize that you were crying again. A wave of nearly scorching hot tears erupted from your eyes, the desperation behind it crashing through your entire body and for a moment you were sure to lose your balance at the earthquake of emotions surging through your veins. 

Through the tears you barely made out Eddie who was looking at you in what could only be described as utter consternation. For a handful of ragged breaths, time appeared to stand still for the both of you. Nobody dared to move as the tears fell from your face to soak the collar of your shirt and the second guitar solo cut through your sobs. 

The sound of those two last words was still ringing in your ears as you recognised how Eddie leaped towards you. Your brain refused to understand what was happening as his warm hands cupped your face with his hands and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips with bruising force. Compared to the emotional earthquake this felt absolutely earth-shattering but in the best way possible. It wasn’t the first time Eddie kissed you, but it never happened like that. This wasn’t a slurry and sloppy smooch on your lips while both of you were drunk off your asses at a bonfire in the woods and this surely wasn’t a gentle peck of appreciation on your forehead. You had never dared to tell him that you never minded the clumsy drunk kisses at parties let alone ask for more of them. You didn’t want to ruin this friendship and if that meant keeping your mouth shut about fantasizing over hasty drunk kisses from your best friend you rolled with that. 

Before he could break from the kiss or even just so much as think about it, you reached out to grab a fist-full of his shirt underneat the jacket and pulled him impossibly closer to your trembling body, reciprocating his kiss over and over. Instead of words, you let your bodies do the talking as your free hand got lost in his shaggy curls. You had touched his hair a million times before but this time it felt different. You knew how he smelled, leather, weed and a hint of flowery fabric softener, but right in that moment it hit you in a way it never did before. He seeped right into you, the way his plush lips felt against yours, his smell that was home to you, and sealed every crack in your pained heart with just him being there, kissing you like there wouldn’t be another tomorrow for the two of you. 

Instead of more tears falling from your cheeks, you felt a blazing warmth spread in your chest. Every time his lips crashed onto yours, every time Eddie playfully nibbled at your bottom lip and every time the tip of his nose brushed against yours it sent little lightning bolts through your stomach right down to the building heat between your legs. Your loose shorts weren’t giving you any friction to ease the pulsing ache that kept growing. 

With your hand still tightly fisting and effectively crumpling his shirt, you pulled Eddie with you, both of you stumbling backwards to the edge of your bed. You slumped onto the mattress back first, the bed frame creaking under the impact of Eddie crushing down onto it right with you. 

“You better get those clothes off, Munson.” This demand was the only legit reason to break away from him as you scooted towards the head of the mattress.

“Right away, pumpkin.” He mumbled back with an out of breath voice, his eyes trained on you as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“Stop.” Eddie suddenly interrupted right before you were to wiggle off the shorts and you immediately froze in your movement.

“What?” It burst right out of you in worry that he abruptly came to the conclusion that this situation wasn’t something he wanted to entertain anymore.

“I wanna do that myself..” He answered, that shit-eating grin that you had been able to hear through the rain as he knocked on your door returning to his face. 

You let out a relieved sigh as you watched him get out of the jacket. His shirt followed in an instant accompanied by a pair of shoes being tossed to the side. You could hardly pull yourself together as your eyes roamed over his body, admiring his tattoos. You wanted to touch him so bad, to gently sink your teeth into the crook of his neck and leave love bites and hickeys all over his throat and chest. 

Eddie took his time to slip his socks off, to unbuckle his belt and pull his ripped jeans down alongside his shorts and with every second passing you felt closer to simply combusting from the flaming desire to feel his skin on yours. 

“Eds, please!” You groaned as he stepped out of the fabric pooling at his ankles.

“Patience, babe.” He chuckled, kneeling onto the mattress while his hands reached out to grab your thighs just right above your knees.

It was a soft grasp around your skin and yet it made you shiver with goosebumps washing over you. He squeezed your flesh tenderly before his fingers wandered upwards to the hem of your shorts. You bit your bottom lip to hold back an excited moan but that was to no use. It slipped right out of your mouth, motivating Eddie to just grab the damned fabric and tear it down your legs. With your ass lifted, the waistband slipped right down and the piece of clothing off your body. Just before he threw the shorts to the side, Eddie just looked at you, taking in the sight in front of him.

“You’re beautiful..” It spilled out of his mouth, unfiltered and in all honesty.

“I can only say the same about you, pretty boy.” You responded and felt your heart nearly leap out of your ribcage as Eddie blushed ever so slightly at your compliment. 

It took him a moment to snap out of it but as soon as he did he went after you like a vulture, his hands shooting out to wrap themselves around your hips while he lowered his face to your stomach, peppering it with kisses that left a trail downwards. Feeling his lips nip at the sensitive inside of your thighs threatened to knock the air out of your lungs and there wasn’t much missing for you to tear holes through the sheets. In agonizingly slow movements he kissed his way closer to your soaked cunt and you were sure to be leaking onto the fabric underneath you by now.

“God, Eddie, please!” You heard yourself beg for his touch and he granted you your wish.

In a loving caress he pushed his soft lips to your throbbing clit before he slowly opened his mouth for his tongue to dart out and part your folds with one languid stroke. Like a man parched he lapped at you with the full width of his tongue and you could’ve sworn to see stars behind your fluttering eyelids. He was so utterly careful yet determined in his way of handling your body that it drove you straight to the edge of sanity. You could barely grasp a thought as he switched to drawing circles with the tip of his tongue and you felt a curious thumb softly ghosting over your cunt. The muscles inside started twitching and the mere thought of it and you couldn’t help yourself but to arch your hip into his direction as he pushed into you. Feeling his thumb inside of you set every nerve on fire and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he started moving. For a moment Eddie just let it stay like this, feeling your heat from the inside but soon enough he gently pulled it back out, leaving you to clench around nothing as his finger played around the entrance, not entirely drawing back but also not plunging in again. You didn’t know that you could want him even more at that point but he proved you wrong, keeping you right at the edge of ecstasy until you could hardly take it anymore. The coil of tense muscles in your lower abdomen so ready to burst at any second now that you silently pleaded for that one necessary stroke to hit you just right. You wiggled your ass in his firm grip, desperately trying to get more friction out of anything but it was a fruitless attempt. Eddie toyed with your body ready to trip over the edge until you were nothing but a mewling mess underneath him, voice equally sore as your overstimulated muscles now. It almost felt as if you were ready to cry again but this time out of frustration while the need for release grew by the second. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment. Your mind was entirely devoid of words let alone thoughts and the only thing you wanted was for your body to snap and spasm in an overdue orgasm. 

For one last time you focused all the attention left in you to angle your hips towards Eddie's face that remained buried between your trembling thighs. Picking right up on that, he shoved his thumb back into you in the same motion, thrusting you over the edge straight into a firework of unleashed pleasure that ignited every single nerve ending in your body. You couldn’t say if you ever came that hard before but it was for sure that you never brought yourself to just that height alone. It wasn’t only your body getting swept by a rush of bliss but your heart bursting with unfiltered love and joy too. The crushing tide of emotions and hormones washed right through you and for a heavenly blink of an eye made you forget about everything before you fell back to planet earth, gasping for air and eyes wide open. 

Your gaze immediately fell to Eddie who’s mouth and chin were drenched in your release as he rose from between your legs, pulling his thumb out of you and scooting up to you to press a wet kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself and you weren’t sure if that ever happened before either.

“I swear you're gonna be the death of me, Eds.” You breathlessly mumbled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Oh, I hope not!” He smiled softly, his teeth playfully nagging at your bottom lip “I’m not going to give anything of this to the sweet ol’ Reaper anytime soon.”

“Well, if you keep on doing me like that you better have a good negociacion strategy ready because you’ll need it!” Although every muscle still felt sore and heavy, you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in closer. 

A breathy moan escaped his mouth as his cock brushed through your overstimulated folds.

“Uuuh, do that again. It’s giving Robert Plant.” You couldn’t hold back an amused snort as the very much intrusive thought slipped right out of your mouth.

At first you couldn’t quite decipher what Eddie's facial expression regarding that was trying to tell you because the comment hit him just as unexpectedly as it fell from your lips but as he leaned in to caress the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose, he moaned right into it, his hot breath breezing down your neck while pushed himself into you. Feeling him glide inside you while everything still felt hypersensitive had you clawing your hands to his back. 

“Fuck!” You huffed into the crook of his neck before latching your teeth into his warm and soft skin. 

The gentle yet firm bite elicited another moan that got lost in your ear and a heavy thrust of his hips as he started fucking into you with reckless abandon. He left you no time to catch a breath and railed you into the mattress instead. As if you pushed one of his buttons just right with that, your lips wandered further up his neck to place another bite at his pulse point while your fingernails dug into the tender skin of his back.

“Woman!” Eddie groaned at the bits of pain you inflicted.

“Yes, sir!” You chuckled in return.

“If you do that again I can’t promise that I can pull out, pumpkin.” His mumbled words send a shiver down your spine and for a moment you actually pondered to do it again right there and then to feel him come undone inside of you.

Although the two of you were stupid dumbasses and very much stupid dumbasses for each other… you weren’t that stupid. So instead you soothed the forming bite mark with careful, loving kisses as Eddie thrusted into you, chasing his own climax with relentless fervor. Feeling him that close effectively wiped away every dark thought that had been haunting your mind, depriving you of a good night's sleep and even infesting your dreams when you were lucky enough to get some. Right now there was only him and you refused to have it any other way ever again. Eddie had complimented you as a friend for sure but whatever this here was, it made you feel whole for once. 

“Damnit!” Eddie’s hoarse voice ripped you out of your thoughts and sensations, “Fuck, imma…” 

Biting his lower lip he nearly ripped himself away from you, pulling out of you just in time to spill his release all over your belly. His seed splattered out in warm, sticky ropes onto your slightly sweaty skin. 

“Holy shit…” He practically collapsed onto you with a huff, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and hugging you so tight as if you were to disappear into thin air if he’d let go of you for just one second.

At that you wrapped your arms around his torso as firm as you could without squeezing him to death. 

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

“You wanna know a secret?” 

“Uh-hu…”

“I love you.”

“I know, you told me.”

In an amused kinda way you rolled your eyes.

“Not like that, idiot, I mean really love you.” 

“Oh…”, His breath hitched every so slightly “I love you too, sweet pea.”

“Pumpkin, sweet pea… are you hungry or something?” You snickered while your heart felt like skipping more than just one beat at his words.

“Maybe….my cute little marshmallow, my favorite piece of cake, my flaming hot chicken wing, my-”

“Oh fuck off, Munson!” 

[hanayori89]

The Nature of Hylians

*Ordon Village*

Link couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous Twili in front of him. He had carried Y/N back to his house. The healing effects of the spring should begin to work within the next hour. He sat her on a chair in his kitchen. He pulled another chair over, elevating her ankle to help reduce any swelling that had occurred.

Aside from Y/N's ankle, Link took notice of Y/N's soggy clothing. Poor thing. She had thrown her clothing on in such a hurry that it didn't have a chance to dry. "Give me just a moment." Link ran upstairs to his room, promptly returning to the silence of his kitchen. "These are towels. Let's put some on you. That way, you don't catch a cold." He draped the towels around her carefully, as though she were made of porcelain.

"This is a pillow. May I lift your ankle so I can put this beneath it? It'll help." She simply nodded, still bewitched by the mark on Link's hand. Link could sense her eyes studying the Triforce. He was itching to interrogate her. He knew that was no way to treat a guest. She was also kindling a nurturing side that was dormant within him.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" The genuine tenderness in his voice perplexed Link. With Ilia, he always sounded like he was acting. His role was that of the doting husband. Or at least that's what she wanted him to be. He missed the days of their friendship when he could just be himself. He didn't know how to be doting. He didn't know how to be tender. Yet here he was, catering to this exquisite Twili in front of him. Maybe it was in his nature all along? But if it was, why didn't Ilia provoke that side of him?

"Um, tea would be nice. Thank you." Link noticed the careful way she pronounced her words. Each syllable was deliberate. She spoke as though she had a mouth full of food and needed to swallow first. Link set a cup of tea in front of her and set another one down for himself. Y/N stared at the tea with a quizzical expression. Link began to notice just how much she didn't quite fit into this realm.

"It's hot. If you blow on it, it will cool down. Like this." Link puckered his lips and forced cool puffs of air into his mug. She watched him intently, trying to mimic the same pucker with her lips. This only made her lips more pillowy than before. She began replicating the same puffing technique he had taught her. Link continued to stare at her lips before shame crept up on him. He was engaged. What was wrong with him? Not only was he engaged, but you were a Twili. Link forced himself to tear his eyes away.

Y/N made a soft slurping sound from across the table. "This is delicious!" It was the first time Link could detect emotion in her voice. He was trying his hardest to make her feel comfortable in his presence. "I put honey in it."

"Ah, honey." She made a face as if she were trying to recall something. "I tried honey today. In... ice creme?" Link giggled at the way she pronounced 'ice cream.' "Bee larvae ice cream is my favorite." Link nodded in agreement with her.

"Oh, ice cream. Yes, that was it. It is obvious, isn't it?" She gave Link a faultless smile. The smile she gave him made his heart imitate the flip from earlier at the ranch. He shifted around in his chair. Link decided now was the time to gently insert some questions into their conversation.

"You... aren't from here. I saw your markings. You are from the Realm of Twilight." Link said it with as little accusation in his voice as possible. Y/N nodded; a guilty expression crossed over her face.

"You are right. You know my master, Midna? She speaks of you often. What you did for our realm- you are our hero. I am not here because of danger in our realm." Link perked up at the sound of Midna's name. That's why she was taken aback by the Triforce on his hand. He was glad she mentioned that peace was still within their realm. It made Link proud that he fought so hard. He hoped nothing ever threatened their sovereignty again. He was also flattered that Midna still spoke of him throughout the Twilight.

Then two questions still remained. How did Y/N get here? And for what reason did she come to the Realm of Light?

*

Link stood behind you with a pitcher of hot water. He refilled your mug, dunking the bag of leaves in it a few times before resuming his position across from you.

You couldn't believe you were in the Hero of Twilight's home. You couldn't believe Link was the Hero of Twilight. You snuck a few glances his way. Under the dim light of his home, it was easy to see why Midna might fancy him.

He had a well-toned physique. It was tinged with gold from working under the cruel, glowering sun. His cheeks and jaw were quite rough compared to the soft, alluring blue of his eyes. You also noticed some sporadic lacerations around his arms and chest. Most likely from his hero's journey. It made you feel close to him, in a sense. They were like his version of Twili markings. They would forever remind him of who he was.

"I never got the chance to properly apologize. I know it looked rather unbecoming, but I assure you I didn't see anything." Link's cheeks were painted the same pink as when he spoke with you earlier in the day. You tried to understand what he was talking about. Bridging the silence between you both, he spoke again. "I didn't see... you know?" He focused on his tea and gave it a few gentle, heavy exhalations of air. Oh, maybe he means the spring? As a Twili, you weren't ashamed of naked flesh. You were more ashamed that he saw all your markings. But you understood, for Hylians, it wasn't proper to just be in the nude. Unless it was to bathe or consummate a relationship.

"Please. You have been very generous to me. I..." You felt annoyed that you couldn't talk more freely with him. "I wish I spoke your language better. I am self-taught. But for Twili, you did nothing wrong at the spring." You nodded, proud of how your statement sounded.

Link looked relieved. "I can help you practice. If you wish to become more fluent, maybe you can teach me Twili? I'd love to know when Midna was cursing at me." Link laughed in spite of himself. You couldn't help but join in, for you knew how Midna was. She was foul in any language she spoke. Then Link straightened up in his seat and asked, "That is, if you will be in this realm for a while? I don't know what your mission is here?"

From what you knew of the hero through Midna and what you've seen today, you knew he was trustworthy. You decided to bury your secret within him.

"I want to become a Hylian." You knew you couldn't leave your answer at that without a more thorough explanation. "Hero-"

"Link. Just call me Link." He threw a gentle smile your way.

"Link. I wish to become part of your realm. I want to experience life in the light. The way we should be if not for the selfish actions of our ancestors. I want to travel. Have parties. Go on dates? Get married. Know love." You felt warmth pass over your face just from saying the word "love."

"Just because I'm a Hylian, doesn't mean I know love." Link asserted; a defensiveness settled in his tone. You couldn't help but wonder if you had somehow offended him.

"Yes, but- "

"Does Midna know? That you want to leave the Realm of Twilight?"

"Midna knows about my beliefs against the interlopers. She approved my visit here. She doesn't know I wish to fully convert." You felt like a child who had to beg both her parents' permission to go to a friend's house. Except you didn't want to just visit. You wanted to move in.

"Link, Twili are different. You don't know what it's like to be one. You can't assume my causes are unjust." You began to mime his defensiveness.

"And you don't know what it's like to be a Hylian." He retorted.

You sat there awkwardly. Had you made a mistake by trusting him with your dear secret? You felt scorned. You kept your head down to avoid his gaze.

"I could show you." Link whispered. "If you want to learn how it feels to be a Hylian. If you can make me a promise, don't abandon who you are. You might find the grass isn't greener on the other side."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What grass?" Link gave you a resigned grin. "It's an expression. It simply means when you desire to have something you don't. Someone may desire to have what you do."

"Interesting. I will do my best to rem-" Suddenly you felt your markings incinerate your skin. "AH!" You abruptly stood, tumbling down on your bad ankle. Your teacup was knocked over on your way to the ground. The contents seeped into the wooden floors of Link's kitchen.

"Y/N!" Link darted over to your side. "What's wrong? Y/N?" You felt your voice grow hoarse. You suddenly realized what was happening. "Link, what time is it?" You coughed feebly.

"11:59. Why? Why are you asking for the time? What's happening to you?"

"Don't- don't look." You began to dry heave as the words no longer made their way out of your mouth. Your mouth continued to move despite the absence of sound. You didn't want Link to see your true form. You began to convulse on the floor. Link noticed you gripping your shoulder. He moved your garments down to see the marking on your shoulder blade begin to glow.

He shielded his eyes from the intensity of the glaring turquoise markings that cascaded down your body. He held your hand in his.

You wondered if he would still want to hold your hand if he saw who you truly were.

You heard Link say your name once more before everything around you faded to twilight.

A/N: Edited 10/30/22

The secret is out! The Hero of Twilight has seen your true form. What's next?

Check out my other completed Zelda work, No Woman Beyond

[searchingfor-affection]

Part Two // Found

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader  Word Count: 2760ish Warnings: obnoxious reader ;), Angst, longing, NSFW mentions or insinuations, Depression undertones, Happy ending tho x timeline diverges from cannon.

Artwork from Maxy Art on Instagram which found on Pinterest x

“HEY RHODEY!” You yelled from the garage.

“WHAT?!”

“CAN I TAKE YOUR SUIT FOR A RIDE?”

“WHYYY?”

“PLEASE, I GOT A HOT DATE AND I NEEDA DRESS TO IMPRESS”

He walks into the room laughter on his lips as he finds you standing before his suit, a bowl of coco pops in hand and a mischevious smile spread wide across your face.

“Right, the iron patriot, is not datewear. Hands off” He eyed your bowl of cereal comically and watched you screw up your nose.

“Come on dude, it’ll be so suave. I’ll walk up to her, pop open the helmet and be all like ‘Hi there miss are you lost? Cause heaven is a long way from here.” Your friend burst out laughing which was abruptly silenced when your eyes flicked up behind him.

“Try ‘If nothing lasts forever will you be my nothing?’” Her tone was sour and her expression even more so. Natasha had been a jealous woman. Maybe territorial is more accurate and she had always been there to take on anyone who flirted with you. This was not the first time you'd seen her and you were sure it wouldn't be the last but every time you do, your heart breaks a little more.

You hadn't been prone to illusions previously but after a run-in with

---

When you turn and see her jealous but cocky smile you feel your heart shatter. You are torn between throttling your cereal at her and running into her arms. You turned back to Rhodey who was now standing beside you looking shocked and concerned.

“Is she really there or am I hallucinating again?” You grabbed Rhodey’s shoulder in an effort to stabilise yourself. Your eyes grew watery and you held your cereal bowl tighter. Only Rhodey could see the concern and guilt that flitted over Natasha’s face. He was silent as he tried to figure what you were going to do. It had been three years since you had returned to find her gone after the Accords. It had been two years since you stopped looking for her. You’d found Steve, Sam, and visited Clint. You had even met and befriended a hesitant Bucky. You couldn’t find Bruce but no one could. Thor you figured was doing his MC Hammer gig out on Asgard. Everyone but her and none of them could tell you where she was. You had been distraught, absolutely and undeniably fucked. Now you were emotionally constipated but having fun. This, this felt like everything that currently held your heart together had been severed. Everything that kept you together, functioning, alive… it was all gone now.

“Mmmhmm. I’m gonna get the limo ready for you because you won’t kill her in that,” He turned to you and it broke his heart to see how undone you already looked.

“We’ll see about that” you whispered your reply. You tried to gather yourself, ground yourself. 5 things you can see, 4 things you feel, 3 things you hear, 2 things you smell and one thing you taste.

Before Rhodey left intending to initiate Operation Damage Control he pulled you into a hug. “You’re ok Y/N. You are going to be ok”.

Operation Damage Control consisted of a nurse on standby, stocking up on your favourite foods and Mortal Kombat at the ready.

It was just you and Nat. You stood still. That deathly kind of still that sits in voids accompanied by the darkness of black holes. You tried to reign in your emotions. The anger, the sadness, the betrayal were all stampeding through you. It felt like you couldn’t breathe but it also felt like for the first time in three years the air was clean.

“Y/N-” Before she could say anything you turned around and threw your cereal bowl at her. The bowl smashed against the wall behind her but most of the soggy bits and milk hit her. She stood there awkwardly as the milk and cereal dripped off of her. Her green eyes were murky and regret filled them. She didn’t know what to do because you seemed to have changed so much. She didn’t know but she cared too much to say something and screw up now… again.

“Don’t you dare say my name like that. Not after three years of nothing.” You rushed out of the room before she could say any more.

1:58am - Day Two

The sound of your harsh punches hitting the punching bag echoed throughout the gym. You hadn’t been able to find the gloves and the pain funnelling through you took you straight to the bag. You punched and punched and punched till your knuckles started to crack. The bag jolted less after the next punch and you stopped to see if she was the one steadying it for you.

“Hey,” Rhodey said gently, “You ok sis?”

You wiped your nose, sniffling and nodding before you began to punch the bag again. You sped up as the anger rushed through you. You attacked the bag relentlessly and bit your cheeks as you tried to hold back tears. Your hands grasped at the bag, banging your fingers against it manically. Rhodey was quick to take you into his arms. You cried and he held you.

“You’re ok. It’s ok.” He whispered repeatedly.

Day Three

Natasha had never been bothered by the cold before you. She had never been bothered by the lack of romantic affection in her life but after you? She ached for your touch. She longed to worship your body with her lips. She craved the warmth of your body against hers. No one could compare to you. She sat in a trance on her bed, her favourite memory of you playing. You were stirring a big pot of sauce for lasagne with one hand leaning on the bench. She walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist so you were flush against her. You smelt soft and sweet and you laughed as she kissed your neck. You maintained the contact as you stirred the sauce and moved your free hand to entwine with Natasha’s around your waist. It was as if you melded together and had become two halves of one whole instead of two individuals.

It is an understatement to say Nat worried that her absence would haunt her. She felt where your lips had once touched hers. She remembered how it felt to have your hands caressing her. Her body remembered how it felt to watch you come undone. The sheer beauty had stunned her at first but soon she came to crave it. Natasha could almost feel where your fingers had once been as she moaned your name. Her skin tingled and her heart ached for you, for your touch. It didn’t come. All Natasha could try to do was get your attention. All she could do was try to talk to you and she had no idea how she was gonna do that so she went into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of your favourite coco pops. You are what you eat right.

“You know if she catches you eating that you’ll be wearing it again right?” She heard Rhodey say as he emerged from another room.

She nodded and took another mouthful making Rhodey roll his eyes.

“I just need her to talk to me,” She replied, her tone void of emotion but her eyes drowning in it.

“Uh huh, good luck accomplishing that while you consume what is possibly her most favourite thing on this planet.” Rhodey laughed as you entered the room.

“Hey Rhodey, for an upcoming mission I need… well not need want. I would like a stakeout buddy. Wanna come?” You ignored Natasha entirely not a peep not a single glance in her direction.

“Yeah, I’m down. When is it?”

“Not till next week. I gotta do a few minor surveillance missions and I have reports to fill out.” You grabbed the two boxes of coco pops from the cupboard. Muttering to yourself, “unbelievable, the nerve, you don’t just go into your ex-girlfriend’s cupboard and take her cereal.” Rhodey thought he could hear Natasha's heart shatter as you referred to yourself as her ex-girlfriend. Her mouth dropped. Her mind racing at how far screwed she was.

“Haha, sucker. You gotta do reports.” He laughed trying to ignore the tension that sat heavy in the air.

“Pfft so do you.” You continued to ignore Natasha as she cleaned her bowl.

Rhodey laughed, “this is true but not right now. Right now I get to eat a delicious lettuce and ham sandwich.” He chucked the ingredients on the bench as he said them. His eyebrows raised as you made to leave the room with your two boxes of cereal.

“What? My cereal is very important to me. Surveillance mission one? Don't let the coco pops be compromised.” You basked in Rhodey’s laughter and when Natasha chuckled over at the table you let yourself smile. It reminded you of late night chats, movie nights, dates. It reminded you of a life you thought you had left behind. Your smile didn’t go unnoticed.

Cereal still in hand, you made your way to your room muttering as you left. You put them on your dresser and returned to your office.

That night you were in the middle of kicking Rhodey’s butt at Mortal Kombat and after you had won for the fifth time he quietly asked you “do you really consider her your ex-girlfriend?”

You let out a heavy sigh. Did you? Did you really? The answer was no. You hadn’t broken up but the silence, the distance, the strain on your relationship had made it feel almost like you had lost a loved one. Or like they were missing.

“No, I don’t. It feels more like she’s missing or dead and I’ve just grown accustomed to the pain of losing her.” Rhodey nodded thoughtfully before responding.

“Do you think you’ll reconcile?”

“Maybe. I think at this point it depends on what she does and if I can get over my own bullshit. I need to forgive her but I can’t at the moment. In my soul, I hope we get over it because I love her so much it hurts but in turn I am really, really hurt. When I came back all I had was you. You’re my one consistent dude. Which is ace and all but that’s a different kind of love.”

“True and either way you guys are gonna need time before you can decide if you stay or if you go?”

You agreed with Rhodey and pretended you didn’t see her silhouette in the kitchen listening, still as a statue.

Day Six

Natasha still hadn’t spoken to you. No. No. No. Instead, she wore, spoke, laughed, moved in ways she knew would fluster you, make you smile, force you to chuckle. It had been three days of the most beautiful torture. It made the coldness inside you melt. The thought that she would do so much intentionally just to get the smallest response from you, it softened that wall you had put up all those years ago. It made you feel as if it was 5 years ago and all was well.

Natasha could see that her work, which it was, was working. You had brought your cereal back out into the cupboard, you sat and ate at the table with her. You had even spoken and eventually, you stopped looking like you were in pain every time you saw her.

Sure you could still often be found training alone at the crack of dawn, not having slept a minute. You still attacked equipment, kicking and punching it till either you or it broke. But afterwards you didn’t go for a run and you didn’t feel the need to run. You were working through what you faced in your home.

One afternoon after a successful mission Rhodey and Natasha were flying back.

“Are you going to actually have a conversation with her? Maybe Apologise” Rhodey asked hesitantly. He was over the tension in the house. He’d had to deal with so much of it during the accords and he was over it.

“I’m working on it. I don’t think she wants me. She tolerates me.” Rhodey scoffed.

“It’s not that she doesn't want you. It’s that she wants you so hard, she longs for you with every fibre of her being. For three years she searched and all she has reaped from her efforts is pain.”Nat froze in response. When she looked up at him he saw that she felt the loss, guilt and regret of leaving you.

“She’s usually training late at night and I know you’re up. You better figure something out. I’m not here to be a mediator but my best friend, my little sister is hurting bad. She deserves an explanation and you deserve a chance. She’ll give it to you. You just have to earn it.”

3:32 am

“Mi amour? Mi amour are you there?” Natasha watched as you tossed and turned in your sleep. Were you looking for her? Were you wondering why she left? Why she avoided you? What had she done? As she thought about how she might reconcile this, you sat up eyes wide sweating and puffing and her instincts kicked in.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re ok.” she said as she sat beside you and pulled you into a hug.

It burned, it burned in the most beautiful way. It set your heart on fire and it pumped faster and faster and you weren’t ready. So you ran from her arms, you didn’t know where to and you could hear her behind you so you ran faster. You ran until you found yourself panting on the roof.

“Y/N?” She called softly. So softly you almost felt as if she still loved you. You almost forgot she left at all because in her voice you feel the longing for that oneness that you had once shared. As if all that you had been missing was behind you calling your name.

“Please, I’m sorry.” She called it out with a slight tone hysteria in her voice. She needed you to say her name. Anything to her. Anything at all. She just wanted to explain, she just wanted you to see how she longed for you. She needed you to see how much she still loved you.

“I’m so sorry baby.”

“Why?” You called out sobbing and crying. “Why didn’t you tell me where you were going? Why didn’t you let me find you? Why did you leave me Nat? Why?” You sobbed. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you felt weak in the knees. The wind seemed to pick up and coldness cloaked you. It was a coldness that had drawn out your nights and ruined your dates. She cautiously walked till she stood beside you.

“I don’t understand.” You turned to face her and even dared to look her in the eyes. All the emotions you had pushed away were bursting at the seams of your heart. Natasha cautiously took your hands in hers as she began to explain herself.

“I left with Steve and then I went to find Bruce and I was trying to find my team and each and every night the cold kept me awake but I was sure that it was my mission to recover my team. My family. When I found out you were looking for me, I didn’t want to face you without a reason. I wanted to come back and show you that you weren’t abandoned in this mess. I wanted to be whole for you. I wanted our family to be whole for you.” Her voice cracked and she went silent as she watched your face. You looked disappointed but you let out a bitter laugh as you cried.

“You mean to tell me. That you broke my heart, trying not to break my heart.” She winced at your accusation. “You idiot. All I wanted was you. I could find everyone. Our team, our family is just that no matter where they are. All I want is you.” You sniffed, moving your hands to her cheeks as she moved hers to rest on your hips. She leaned her forehead against yours and you rested there for a moment. You felt like you were home, you were whole.

“And all I want is you.” She brought her lips up to yours and you melded together. You caressed her jaw and as you moved your hands so they were around her neck she slid hers over your ass. She pulled you closer as her tongue danced with her lips against yours. You had wanted, longed, dreamed of her body against yours for so long and your need drove you till you pulled apart only so you could take a breath.

“Mi Amour, never let me go again. Promise?” You asked in a breathy whisper.

“Never again, Lyubimaya moya,” She whispered a smile on face. She finally felt whole, as if the connection between you had been repaired, as if you were two halves again. Whole now that you were together.

[lotusar]

hello!

I just got done reading "you are love itself" with diluc and I thought it would be cool to see what happens years after y/n's death, maybe when jean, Lisa, or even Klee decide to confront him about it and ask what happened

this is just a request you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thank you have a good day darling

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨!

DILUC X READER , ANGST TO COMFORT

part two of ; you are love itself. manga spoilers. in which kof members grow curious.

warnings ; tears, anger.

started at ; 9:31 AM ON MAY 22, 2022

additional ; absolutely no worries! :) i didn’t expect anyone to want a follow-up, but i am more than happy to deliver. <3 thank you, for the request.

diluc stormed out of the knights of favonius headquarters in anger. he cannot just believe the audacity of those damn knights! mondstadt became strong because of the sacrifices and hard work that you and his father did.

diluc looks absolutely enraged, but in his eyes you could see sadness. sadness that he had lost two people he loved, sadness that he just quit being a knight. the emotions that diluc, an eighteen year old, had to bare would be agonizing for anyone.

kaeya watched as diluc stormed past the fountain and walked across the bridge. kaeya’s eyes held guilt, but they also held sadness, too. he decided to let diluc go.

yours and crepus’ grave sat behind the mondstadt cathedral. diluc sobbed by your grave as it rained, messing up his hair and clothes almost beyond repair. he thought about how strong the two of you had been, not only emotionally but physically.

kaeya knew he cried because he misses you, but he also knows he cried because he wouldn’t be able to do so many things with you. chase your dream of exploring all of teyvat, marry you - it was all gone. diluc told kaeya he would take either of your places in a heartbeat, and in a way, so would he.

you were a good friend of kaeya’s, and he felt the world crashing down too that night.

after weeks of what kaeya hoped was recovery, diluc was back on his feet and ready to take over the roles he had been forcefully placed.

nine, almost ten years has passed since then. every day, diluc had gone to your grave and placed a flower there. a windwheel aster, a snapdragon - once, he had gone to liyue and got you a glaze lily. no one in mondstadt ever really knew why.

children are always so curious. sometimes even embarrassingly so. mondstadt had a reputation for rebellion, so even after klee was asked to not ask diluc - she still wanted to.

jean had asked him once before, decently soon after the event. he hadn’t broken down, no, he just looked enraged. he did not answer, but amber had saw him forcing his frustration on hilichurls. she almost thought she saw a tear go down his face - but she must’ve been imagining things.

diluc placed his hand on your grave once again, with a soft smile on his face. he had brought a flower you had always wanted to see for yourself, a qingxin. klee walked around the cathedral, curious as ever. she wanted to see what would happen, had she not been spotted.

the grass was slightly soggy, because the nuns had watered it earlier that day. as klee stepped forward, she stepped on the grass the wrong way and fell - basically on her face. diluc turned around with a stoic expression, but it didn’t take a genius to see he was startled by the sudden presence.

“ah? klee, are you alright?”

“aha! i’m fine, mr diluc! but - klee has a question - for ..”

diluc’s left brow raised slightly in a questioning expression. “question for ..?”

“oh wait! klee just remembered! a question for you!”

diluc hummed, but he quickly said, “shoot.”

“mr diluc .. why do you come here every day?”

diluc stiffened, as jean ran behind the cathedral as well. this place had suddenly became less peaceful, and more so hectic.

“klee, i told you not to run off without me! the city is safe, but it is still not a good idea!”

jean helped klee up, and looked at diluc before nervously looking away.

“my apologies, master diluc, for our disturbance. we will be on our way.”

“there’s really no .. problem ..”

before he had even been able to finish his sentence, jean frustratedly walked off with klee in tow. klee had a guilty expression on her face, but she still had not gotten the answer she had wanted. in fact, she didn’t get an answer at all.

he sighed, and left the cathedral to go back to work.

what he didn’t know, however, was the scolding jean had given klee inside the headquarters with lisa.

“klee i cannot believe you asked that! it’s none of our business as to why. please, for everyone’s sake, do not do that again. am i clear?” klee shuttered, and quietly said crystal.

lisa sighed in amusement. “i mean, we can’t really blame a child for being curious. in fact, i’m quite curious as well. i mean, there’s no way he just coincidentally waltzes into the cathedra everyday l for nothing. he doesn’t have a lover, especially not one that has any affiliation to the cathedral.”

jean huffed. “if he wanted us to know, he surely would’ve told us. there’s no need to stick our nose where it doesn’t belong.”

lisa laughed. “jean, you’re far too uptight about this. i mean, truthfully we could just ask kaeya. perhaps he would know? but then again .. it would be better to hear the words from the redhead himself. in any case, someone is going to ask.”

jean pressed her hand to her forehead in frustration. “but what if it has to do with a family member or a friend? it could be a sensitive topic.”

“hm? sensitive topic about what?” kaeya walked in with a curious expression on his face.

“ah, kaeya. it’s nothing important, we were just discussing - uh .. ah ..” “you were discussing why diluc may go to the graves everyday, i heard it from outside.”

kaeya laughed. “pff - lot’s of people are curious about that. it’s no surprise that you, too, became intrigued. there’s no need to hide it, grandmaster.”

lisa looked over to him. “aha, kaeya, surely you would have even the slightest clue of why?”

kaeya raised his brow playfully. “oh? you want to know as well? i’m surprised you of all people would even care, much less ask me about it.”

but he huffed, “i don’t think i should be the one to tell you. sure, i know, but - it’s not really my call to tell everyone. it’s his business, you know.”

lisa sighed. “i suppose you’re right, sir kaeya .. i must say, though, it’s rather worrying that you won’t even tell us. it must be serious.”

jean quickly cut in, “well, there’s no need to dwell on it now. knights, let’s get back to work! and klee, think about what you’ve done.”

“hmm .. okay miss jean .. klee will go think about it ..”

kaeya dwelled in the room as the other three walked out. he cast his eyes down to the floor. in a way, he hoped diluc would open up someday. he knows that people care about him .. right? kaeya looked out the window.

“surely .. he will open up someday. perhaps, he still needs to give his heart time. as long as he remembers them .. they will live forever.”

“s - sir kaeya?” “ah! amber, do you need anything?” “not necessarily, but .. perhaps, i could ask him? or, help someone ask him more so - i have a general idea of why he goes there.”

kaeya’s eyes widened for a split second, before a smile came to his face. “is that so? tell me what you know, then. i can confirm or deny.”

“well! firstly, one of the graves is .. your father, right?” “you’re right. what else?” “and the other .. is a friend, or a lover perhaps? i mean - master diluc doesn’t really strike me as one to have a lover but -“ “no, no. you’re correct. these days, you’d be right. but back then, he was quite the lovebird. though, unfortunately i can’t provide much more information. privacy, you know.”

amber smiled worryingly. “that’s okay. do you .. think - it would be a good idea for me to ask?” he smiled, but shook his head. “perhaps not. maybe, it would help him to confide in someone he’s more affiliated with, no offense.”

amber laughed, “nono! it makes sense. though, i don’t really know if he would .. you know, confide in anyone at all .. perhaps klee should do it!”

kaeya shrugs, but looks over to her with curiosity in his eyes. “why do you say that?”

“well, she’s young and it’s likely she may not even understand. he wouldn’t get much pity, and there’s a good chance she’ll forget as time goes on. it’s a pretty solid plan, don’t you think?” “certainly. well, there’s no time to waste, hm? let’s go fetch the little knight herself.”

klee was shivering with excitement and absolute fear.

the typically bright blue skies of mondstadt started to fade into oranges, and purples. diluc was once again sitting down in the graveyard, staring into the sunset. klee stepped beside him, and diluc looked up at her.

“m - mr diluc, klee has something to ask you ..”

“is it related to the question you asked before?”

“.. maybe .. klee is sorry if you don’t want to tell!”

“no, no - it’s .. it’s alright. come, sit with me if you must.”

klee hesitantly plopped beside him, and looked at him with expectancies in her bright red-orange eyes. he looked at her, and sweat dropped. her curiosity would surely be the death of him. he sighed, thoughts running through his head at thousands of miles per hour.

but .. maybe, this was good for him. he hadn’t spoke about this to anyone. klee was someone that couldn’t entirely process loss, and perhaps that was a good thing.

“these .. graves. they’re people i have lost in my lifetime. you see that one?” he pointed to the right grave in front of him, and klee nodded.

“that was my father. crepus ragnvindr. a brilliant man, and a wonderful ally to the knights of favonius. and you ..” he coughed, trying to mask the tears that were coming to his eyes, “do you see that one?”

he pointed to the left one, yours.

“that is my lover. they had told me .. before they had passed -“ he sniffles, and klee puts her head on his arm, staring up at him. “- they told me that i was love itself. and that i shouldn’t let my losses hold me back. i think - i think that’s logic anyone should follow.”

“and .. where are they now, mr diluc?”

he bitterly chuckled, placing a rough hand on her head. “i don’t know. i just hope that once my time is done, i will join them.”

a single tear rolls down his face, and klee gets up, startled. he had a smile on his face, although he was crying. klee walked in front of him, and wiped the tear off.

“klee thinks that someday, you will see them again! klee thinks they miss you.”

[mymegumi]

HAII im late but here’s my entry for the matchups thing 🥹🥹

name: logan ⭐️

preferred anime: jjk !!

preferred gender: you can roll the dice for me 🤓

fave thing abt the holidays: definitely the weather, if we’re talking abt christmas in the northern hemisphere i love when it gets cold bc im so used to living in tropical weathers n i love wearing sweaters when i go out, also im lowkey domestic as fuck so spending it w the ppl i love in my family is also nice 🥹

personality wise i come off pretty unserious 80% of the time but it’s all in jest, i truthfully struggle with expressing my raw emotions/thoughts out loud sometimes so im more of an action person (my love language is quality time which explains it pretty well, i basically am very much a “i dont know how to tell you i like being with you in a way that fully encompasses it so let me make up for that by dedicating all of my time to you”). also my aesthetics/interests and overall likes tend to lean more towards anything alt/niche and ‘nonconforming’ as i have this innate desire to be as unique as possible (yes i was an edgy not like other girls teenager and yes i regret it) but i draw inspiration from the world around me and i could never see myself without the people i hold dear to my heart :’) im also a huge nerd lol im a stem major specifically astrophysics and i like to think im pretty smart but just suck at explaining/teaching things to others so yeah. this is probably more than u even needed from me but i hope this works !! 😭

hi logan!!!! its soooo good to get to know u more and i hope u know that i am so excited to get to know ever MORE! but for this wintery match up today, i match you with:

GOJO SATORU !

listen, i think gojo lowkey loves that ur like shy w ur affection and is always teasing you abt it!! he tries to get u to say u love him n he’s always always trying to make u blush or get flustered!!! he thinks it’s such a treat when you finally, finally tell him you love him and will absolutely smother you in affection when you do! he says, yeah i’ll love you enough for the both of us, baby, don’t even worry. he also loves! loves that you’re smart and that he can talk to you about his jujutsu and even can explain the limits of it and the mechinations in a way that he can’t with ppl that don’t understand physics/calculus. he thinks it’s so nice to be able to have someone even remotely on the same level as him in terms of like,, his jujutsu!! and i think that he’d also appreciate how you were so much smarter than him in certain aspects. he also loves ur perspective on life and i can see y’all having vvv nice convos abt the world and how both of you see it!!! it’s just such a wholesome lil couple and ik that he’s ur fave but i truly think y’all would get along rlly well and have good convos. and he would be so teasing and pretend to be hurt when u say smth lowkey mean and make u give him kisses and apology!!!

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ ෆ none ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ tbh i lit cant think of anyone else that would be a ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ better match for you loge!!!

gojo laughs with his chest as you brush at your hair, eyes concentrated and brows furrowed as you try to get the melting snow out of your hair. his chest is light, full of joy and happiness at the ease of which he feels with you. “baby, why are you so grumpy? it’s just a little snow in your hair.”

“i know it’ll melt, but my hair was so cute tonight!” you grumble, hands clutching onto gojo’s as he attempts to tuck a stray piece behind your ear. “ugh, whatever. let’s just keep walking.”

“okay, princess.” he knows not to argue with you, because he’s smart and he loves you. “want to get a coffee at that cafe?”

“yes please.” you pout, tucking yourself as close to gojo as you can for warmth. putting an arm over your shoulder, he rests his head on your not-so-soggy hair. “i can pay.”

“don’t insult me like that.” he huffs, tugging on a piece of your hair gently. he loves to spoil you, and you just hate letting him have his way. too bad you were stuck with him now, though.

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[littlx-songbxrd]

I have a lot of autistic tlh headcanons-

Alastair:

-stims by walking and playing piano. occasionally taps his fingers against any hard surface

-avoids velvet anything. he'd rather die than touch it

-gets sick from anything with the alcohol smell ie most hand sanitizers, perfume, certain cleaning products

-hyperfixates on poems, calligraphy, and his bf

-he doesn't know what his special interest actually is so he just says it's bantering with matthew and hating james

Thomas:

-stims by popping his knuckles, playing guitar, and swinging his legs in opposite circles while sitting on a tree branch or the edge of a roof

-will gag violently if he eats a mushy/soft carrot, squash, cucumber, or a soggy sandwich

-cant stand strawberries or lemons. both a texture and a smell problem

-special interests include alastair, anything to do with his latine heritage, and persian culture

Lucie:

-rarely stims

-she likes to swing her axe around when she's bored, anything that makes her arms move is fun and scratches brain

-is ok with velvet but much prefers it in cake form

-hates silk. h a t e s.

-hyperfixates on persian culture and the paranormal

-special interest is writing

Matthew:

-does not know he's autistic

-thinks he's severely broken inside

-stims by hitting his head and scratching his arms

-gets defensive easily because he's worried that if someone gets too close they'll discover how "broken" he is

-self medicates(canon)

-hyperfiates on fashion and romance

-special interest is oscar wilde

Grace:

-science autistic

-stims by throwing stuff, typically darts and hair pins but occasionally knives

-as much as she hates how many bad memories are tied to her hair, she'll never cut it because n o

-randomly taps her thigh with her palm in various speeds

-special interest is chemistry

Christopher:

-sciene AND math autistic

-plays with his fingers in different ways

-deals with really bad and negative thoughts

-nightmare disorder

-hyperfixates on psychology so he can help grace with her ptsd

-special interests are chemistry, physics, algebra, geometry, engineering

Kamala:

-also doesn't know she's autistic

-is incredibly emotional and sensitive

-she thinks it's because she's a woman

-needs constant touching

-stims by pacing and humming

-special interests are bees, butterflies, doves, and roses

-hyperfixates on how people perceive her and needing to be perfect

I am SO READY OK. Im not autistic so im mostly giving you reactions as i go but fbfjfjjfjfjfjfnf

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Alastair supremacy pls bantering with mathew and hating james is always the goal here.

P o e m s c a l l i g r a p h y

Actually my friend really got into caligraphy and its so cool to watch them i can imagine alastair

I ALSO LOVE HIM WALKING AS A STIM

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Thomas hcs are all so true and so real and can we PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW HORRIBLE STRAWBERRIES ARE THEY FUCKING SUCK GOD THOMAS IS SO CORRECT FOR THAT OPINION.

Also i know these are your hcs. But for latine heritage thing may i suggest magic realism? Its a latin american literary movement based around bringing fantasy elements to normal settings with little to no explanation that are usually a critic to society. It is one of the funnest most spectacular literary concepts in latin america.

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ARMS MOVING SCRATCHES BRAIN

Justified hatred

Persian culture and the paranormal is so LUCIE GOD VDJDJD YEA

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It all very much sounds like mathew. The part where he thinks they'll all just realize how broken he is hurts

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THROWING STUFF >>

The hair thing damn.

CHEMESTRTYYY

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Tbh id kill to see you write christopher centric stuff. I dont think ive seen that very much and im so intrigued by this interpretation

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Kamala 🤝 Isabela Madrigal / lh

BUT ANYWAYS OMG YES I SPECIALLY LOVE THE HUMMING PART

[aerynwrites]

Mysterious Man- Pt. 2

(Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Fem!Reader)

Yes I know this gif is l of him in armor but I’m running out of gif choices lol

(Gif by @bobafettdaily)

A/N: part 2 is finally here! And I am going to go ahead and tag @princessbatears as brainstorm buddy/almost co-creator Bc she has helped me SO much with creating this story and keeping me on track. I was in such a slump before I talked to her and she is a huge reason this part is even completed! So I hope you all enjoy!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: public discomfort/embarrassment, intimidation, mentions of killing/death non-descriptive, fluff, slight angst.

The clinking of silverware against ceramic plates seems deafening in the silence that permeates your small kitchen. You have so many questions running through your mind. Most of them had spewed out last night after the baffling phone call you overheard. A phone call you were starting to think you either made up completely or misunderstood completely, something understandable due to the concussion you have. 

However, Boba had promised to explain the next morning after you both got some much needed rest. You had agreed, crawling off of him from where you two had shared a heated kiss, and walking back to your room. You remember wishing him goodnight, biting your tongue to keep from asking him if he'd rather share your bed than sleep on the lumpy couch, before shutting the door behind you.

That brings you here. Sitting at your kitchen table eating a thrown together breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee because the last thing you were expecting was to have guests. You had barely touched the food that you had made for yourself and the man sitting across from you. Your toast was soggy from too much butter and your eggs were cold and strewn across your plate by your absentminded fiddling. 

“You need to eat, princess,” Boba finally speaks, the familiar soft baritone finally piercing the silence, “Get your strength back.”

You shake your head and set your fork down, resting your forearms on either side of your plate as you fix your gaze to the very person invading your every thought. “What was that last night?” you finally ask, “I’m still unsure if I made it up or just completely misunderstood but I’m still…confused.” Various emotions swim in your chest as you finally speak the words you have been wanting to ask. “I heard you tell someone to kill somebody, Boba! You can’t expect me to just let that go.” You continue to watch the man as he takes in your question and you’re really hoping it was all one big misunderstanding so you can let it go and forget it ever happened. 

“I didn’t-” Boba pauses and lets out a deep sigh, running a large hand down his face as he leans back in his seat. “It wasn’t literal.” he defends, eyes locking onto your own, deep pools of amber seemingly fixing you to your seat. “I just…I was so angry,” he admits, his gaze falling to fixate on his half empty mug of coffee, “When I saw you in that alley, with that man standing over you I wanted him dead.” 

You watch as Boba takes another deep breath, his hand on the table is clenched in a fist so hard his knuckles paled slightly. He releases the breath at the same moment he uncurls his fingers and moves to lay his hand flat on the table. All of the tension slipping from him and he just looks…exhausted. 

“I was talking to an associate of mine who can at least try to find the man who did this to you so you can press charges or something,” he waves his hand dismissively, “Not like the cops in this city would do anything about it anyways.” He looks to you again before reaching across the table to take your hand gently in his own, “I was just voicing my anger. Because if I had it my way that man would be dead. For hurting you.”

The wave of relief that washes over you is immediate. Of course it was a metaphor. You didn’t really expect Boba to go around giving kill orders. But hearing him say it makes you feel much better than you had when you woke up this morning dreading this conversation. However, the relief is also accompanied by surprise at his words.

“But why? Why do you care so much? I’m just the waitress at the diner you go to all the time, I’m not - I’m not…special.” you look away from him now, the memory of last night rushing back to your head. 

The way his lips felt on yours, the way his fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you closer. The thumping of his heart beneath your hand as you gripped his shirt in your fist. The words he murmured against your lips as he pulled away from you…

“If you want to be mine.”

You want that more than anything. But you can’t just jump into this head first. There’s still so many questions-

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” a gentle curled finger nudges beneath your chin, urging you to look at the man across from you again, and you find that his eyes have softened at the corners, his typical scowl lessened as he gazes at you. “You captured my attention from the first time I saw you,” he tells you, “And the free pie didn’t hurt,” he teases, lips turning up in a smile as a huff of laughter leaves your lips. 

You aren’t naive. You know he shows you more attention than others, and both of you have toed the line of friendly banter and out right flirtation, but it’s…nice. Nice to hear him say the words aloud and somewhat dissipate your worries that a man as attractive and alluring as him could be interested in you.

“I was going to do this properly, you know with flowers and all that,” he waves a dismissive hand again, “but now is as good a time as any I suppose,” he pauses, giving you time to send him a curious look before he continues. “Once you’re better and back to work, come to dinner with me.” 

Your eyes widen, “Like a…date?” 

Boba lets out a soft chuckle at your surprised expression and nods, squeezing you hand slightly, “Yes, like a date. A proper one this time, no more quick conversations on your thirty minute breaks. They aren’t long enough for my taste.”

You smile at him and nod. “Name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” 

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You keep glancing at the hands of the clock as you clean off the lunch counter, hands moving of their own accord as you do the task you’ve done thousands of times before. 

“Looking at it every five seconds is only going to make it go by slower,” Jess says from the other side counter, busy cutting a slice of pie out of the dish.

You roll your eyes, “I know that I’m just -”

“Excited?” Jess cuts in, placing the piece of pie on the plate, “Nervous, anxious, giddy, happy-”

“Yes, yes, all of those things!” you laugh, Jess joining in as she turns and places the plate in front of you, handing you a fork as she grabs her own. 

“A celebratory piece of cherry pie,” she states.

You take the fork from her and set your rag aside, “What are we even celebrating? We do have jobs to do, you know.”

Jess rolls her eyes, “We’re dead,” she gestures to the empty dining room, “Plus, Joe is out back on the phone yelling at someone, so we have at least half an hour to celebrate you finally making a move and snatching up the Boba Fett. Where is he even taking you tonight?”

You want to ask about what she meant by ‘the Boba Fett’ but decide to hold off and answer her question instead, your excitedness for your date coming back full force. “You know that restaurant in the Empire Hotel?” 

Jess nods, “Uh yeah, it’s only like the best restaurant in town - and the most expensive. Not for him though,” she teases nudging your arm playfully.

You look at her, brows pulled together in confusion, “What do you mean?” 

She looks at you now, an almost bored ‘are you kidding me?’ look on her face. “You seriously don’t get it do you?” 

“Get what?” you ask, exasperated that your friend is being so cryptic, “Why are you being so weird.”

Jess holds up her hands defensively, “I know you’re technically new around her but I would have thought after six months of living here you would have picked up a few things. Boba Fett is like - the most powerful man in the city. He owns The Empire Hotel, taking it up after his father died, he’s rich dude. Like richer than you or I could ever be. Well,” she taps her chin thoughtuflly, “Now just me since now you’re dating him-”

“Hey!” you punch her lightly in the arm, “It’s not all about the money you know. I like Boba for…Boba. He’s kind and caring and funny, and he…” you take a deep breath and dig your fork into the pie, “He genuinely seems to care about me you know? I didn’t even know all that stuff about him.”

Jess giggles, “Obviously. I swear you’re too innocent for your own good sometimes.” Jess falls silent after that comment, and the playful air dissipates, replaced instead with a slightly more serious tone as Jess looks at you cautiously. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Your eyes soften as you look at your friend. “He won’t hurt me Jess. And if he breaks my heart then I know you’ll have my back.”

Jess just nods, dropping her gaze down to the counter to avoid your own. You send her a curious look, caught off guard by her lack of witty comeback. However, you don’t have a chance to question her about it as the bell above the diner door jingles with the entrance of a new customer.

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 The rest of your shift passes rather quickly. Just after you and Jess had finished talking a small rush had come through and kept your mind occupied until the end of your shift. Once the clock struck six o’clock you had grabbed your bag and rushed to the restrooms in the back of the diner to change into what you now think is an outfit not fit for a five star restaurant . However, you don’t have time to dwell on that as you quickly finish changing before touching up your hair and makeup as best as possible before exiting the bathroom. 

A low whistle greets you as you emerge and you see Boba leaning against the end of the long diner counter, dressed in one of his typical suits, hands tucked lazily into his pants pockets. You can’t help the way your cheeks heat up at the attention, and walk over to where he’s standing, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“You look amazing, princess,” Boba compliments, “Are you ready to go?”

Your smile widens and you nod, “Yeah, but I can’t help but feel I’m a little underdressed..” you trail off as you tug at the hem of your simple sundress, “I didn’t realize how nice the restaurant was until Jess was telling me about it.”

Boba just shakes his head, “Nonsense,” he dismisses, resting a hand on your low back as he guides you towards the front door, “You look beautiful as always,” he reassures you.

“Okay,” you acquices, “You look good too,” you reach up to run your fingers along the edge of his suit jacket, “This green suits you.” 

Boba chuckles as you both exit the diner and a sleek black car pulls up to the curb. His hand leaves you as he steps forward to open the door for you and you mutter a quiet thank you before sliding in and scooting across the seat to the other side so Boba could get in next to you. He shuts the door behind him, greeting the driver before settling back into his seat as the car pulls away from the curb. 

The destination isn’t far from the diner, so the car ride is short, lasting no longer than ten minutes. Before long, the small talk you had been sharing with Boba about each other's days and such is cut short as the car pulls up in front of the towering Empire Hotel. The door to the car is opened quickly by an employee and Boba exits the vehicle gracefully, turning around to take your hand and help you out. 

You smile up at him and quickly loop your arm though his own when he offers it to you. “I’m excited to see the inside,” you admit excitedly as Boba leads you towards the front doors, “I’ve never actually been inside before.”

Boba chuckles as two other employees hold the doors open for you,“Well then, you’ll have to give me your review once you’ve seen it.” 

Stunned isn’t even the right word to describe what you feel as you enter the hotel. It’s absolutely grand, elegant and modern all at the same time. While you’re awestruck by the luxury, you can’t say it surprises you, because it just screams Boba. From the white marble floors, to the golden accents, to the black and forest green detailing…it’s both exactly what you imagined and surprising all at once.

“Wow…”, is all you can manage to mutter as you are led slowly through the lobby and towards the restaurant, “This is beautiful. I can definitely tell you played a hand in the design.”

“Is that so?” Boba rumbles, eyes twinkling with curiosity as he looks down at you, “She actually did have a face lift a few years back - my doing, like you suspected. What gave it away?”

You shrug, “I don’t know,” you say honestly, “It just screams…Boba, for whatever reason. Mysterious and elegant all at once.”

His lips twitch with the beginnings of a smirk. “Mysterious?”

You suppress a giggle, “Well…yeah. You were always the mystery patron to me until I finally got you talking. Always sitting in the corner of the diner brooding or reading your newspaper. Always ordering the same thing. That’s like, textbook, ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ mystery character right there.”

Boba can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his chest at your words, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips because of the sound. He has a wonderful laugh. 

“I don’t brood,” he defends, “I just have a lot on my mind with…” he waves his hand around, gesturing at what you assume to be the hotel, “business, and all.”

You nod, and open your mouth to respond but are interrupted, as you both have reached the hostess stand for the restaurant and are immedately greeted by a flustered looking male host. 

“M-Mr. Fett! Always a pleasure to see you,” he begins, before glancing over his shoulder, “I wasn’t aware you would be dining with us tonight.”

You look over at Boba and are confused to see his earlier playful demeanor gone, replaced instead with his typical scowl, eyes hard as he looks at the host. “I wasn’t aware I had to call ahead.”

“No, no. O-of course not sir,” the host scrambles looking down at the table chart on the stand before looking back up at the man next to you, “I just - your usual table is occupied.”

Boba shifts on his feet, standing just a bit taller and fixing his piercing gaze on the fumbling host. “I’m sure a solution can be found.” he says simply, voice hard.

You feel your skin prickle at the tone in his voice, and you feel embarrassment creeping up your neck, sympathy for the poor host swimming in your chest. You step in before you can think otherwise. “We can just take another table -”

The host's eyes widen and he shakes his head, “No, absolutely not,” his lips pull back in a wide, albeit nervous, smile as he looks from you to your boss, “Only the best for Mr. Fett. Just give me one moment and I will have you seated.”

The restaurant is a large space, but it’s completely open. It’s one large room, with a deep green carpet and tables draped in pristine white cloth. You can see every table from where you're standing, and thus are able to watch the next few moments unfold. 

No words are exchanged between you and Boba as you watch the host leave the stand and rush through the restaurant towards a table in the back of the room. He approaches a couple, looking to be having a wonderful time enjoying their meals and says something to them. You obviously can’t hear them, but you watch as the man at the table seems to argue with the host while the woman looks on in confusion. After a few more, what appear to be tense moments, you see the couple start to stand and gather their things. Just seconds later the host is back, two menus in his hand and that same nervous smile on his face. 

“I can escort you both to your table,” he gestures behind him as he begins to walk, Boba leading you both after him, “Right this way.”

You pass the couple that are leaving, not missing the sour looks they send you as you do, and the familiar heat of embarrassment stings your cheeks, guilt gnawing at your stomach. 

“Here we are,” the host says politely, placing the menus on the now cleared and reset table. “Your server will be with you shortly,” he then turns and leaves as quickly as he came. 

As soon as he’s gone, Boba pulls your chair out for you, giving you a terse smile. You thank him quietly, as he helps you scoot closer to the table before taking his own seat across from you. He hasn’t even fully sat down before the words are spilling from your lips.

“Why did he make them leave?” you whisper, not wanting the other patrons to overhear, “We could have sat at any other table in the restaurant.”

Boba shakes his head and lets out a confused sigh, “I don’t know,” he admits, shaking his head, “Yes, this is my usual table but I would have sat anywhere else. I’m sorry about that, princess,” he says softly, reaching over to take your hand in his, thumb running over your knuckles gently. 

You sigh, “It’s…not your fault I guess,” you acquiesce.

Boba just hums, and leans back in his seat, letting go of your hand in favor of picking up the wine menu, “Do you prefer red or white?”

You pick up the menu slowly, eyes glancing over the words without quite reading them. And as you pretend to peruse the wine selection to give him an answer, you can’t help the discomfort that roils in your gut at the man sitting across from you.

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[nerdypyrowolf]

Stood Up By A Date Poly!Bowers Gang x Reader

Henry and Belch oriented (mostly Belch)

It was raining hard as I waited by the kissing bridge for my date, I checked my watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Five o'clock, he was only... an hour and a half late.

I let out a defeated sigh, he wasn't going to come, it was all too good to be true. A big time jock like Jared wouldn't waste his time with a nerd like me. I should have listened to the guy's warnings but I was far too into the thought of going on a date with the high school's football captain. Even if our team sucked ass.

I began the walk of shame back home in the rain, tears running down my face, my blue summer dress was soaked right down to my underwear and bra, my hair that I curled this morning was dripping wet and sticking to the sides of my face, and I could only imagine what my makeup looked like right now from the rain and tears.

Overall I felt, and most likely looked, like a drowned rat, it was probably a good thing my date didn't show up, though if he had shown up on time when we agreed to meet I could have avoided the whole soggy look.

I had walked maybe a meter away from the bridge when a familiar blue Trans-Am rolled up beside me.

"If y-you are heRE to poke fun and s-say "I told you so" then screw off g-guys." My voice cracked from crying, and I was shivering from the freezing rain that was coming down hard now.

The looks I got from the four guys all varied. Henry's face said "I told you so", but I was happy he didn't actually say it, Vic's showed pity, Patrick's had a smug grin on it, and lastly Belch's expression was full of concern and worry.

"No none of that, jus' wanna give ya a lift, and getcha outta the rain sweetheart, yer lips 'er turnin' blue." Belch said from the driver's seat.

Henry then opened his door and silently motioned me into the car and onto his lap, one of Belch's long sleeve flannels in his hand.

I climbed in and curled up in Henry's arms, silent tears falling from my eyes as he wrapped Belch's dry shirt around me.

"I'm such an idiot." I sobbed.

"I could have told you that." Patrick laughed, licking his lips as he stared at my wet legs, the water running down them from my soaked dress.

"Shut up Hockstetter." Belch hissed.

I let out a small whimper, my teeth chattering together as I tried to curl up into a ball of nothing and disappear. I wasn't very fond of Patrick, but he was friends with the other three guys so I semi tried to put up with him.

Patrick let out a huff, and sat back in his seat. I heard Vic move around in the back seat behind Henry, then saw him lean forward with another long sleeve flannel that was probably tied around his waist moments ago. He eyed Patrick then silently, and swiftly laid the gray shirt over my gooseflesh covered legs, hiding them from Patrick's hungry gaze.

I let out a quick and quiet, "thank you." Getting a small smile in return.

"You hungry?" The question came from Henry, he was looking down at me, his face void of all emotion like usual.

"A little bit." I answered, but my stomach betrayed my answer and let out a loud growl. "Okay, a lot a bit."

Belch let out a short chuckle and pulled into the parking lot to the diner.

"Uuh, maybe we should just go to my place instead." Belch said, glancing at me in concern before looking back toward the front of the diner.

"Huh? Why?" I looked up towards the diner, and now understood why he suggested that.

There in the front window was my supposed date Jared, laughing and eating with another girl. She was gorgeous looking from what I could see, long dark hair in a high ponytail, tanned skin. It was Shelby, the captain of the cheer squad, and my biggest tormenter.

"Oh." I choked out as I watched the two move in to make out with each other. Another sob wracked my body, and I turned and buried my face back into Henry's now soaked shirt.

"Get us out of here Belch." Henry commanded through gritted teeth. "Before I do something I really won't regret."

"Already on it." He put Amy in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot.

"Ugh I was totally played by him, next time I have the bight idea to go on a date with a jock, smack some sense into me or lock me in my room, even better idea, don't let me date at all, save me from the embarrassment of looking like a drowned rat, and getting stood up." I groaned, my voice muffled by Henry's shirt.

"We can lock you up in my bedroom." Patrick grinned, reaching over, and sliding his hand under the flannel around my legs reaching up my dress.

"Another request," I slapped Patrick's hand away from me, "keep him away from me."

Patrick sent me a playful pout, I returned it with a glare. Ugh he creeped me out so much.

The rest of the car ride to Belch's house was spent just listening to the sound of the rain pounding against the roof of the Trans-Am, and the radio on low volume playing rock 'n roll music.

At some point on the car ride I must have fallen asleep because before I knew it we were already at the Huggins' house hold.

I felt arms shift around me, and I groggily opened my eyes up a little bit to see that Henry had passed me over to Belch, Vic had Belch's keys in hand and went to unlock the front door.

"Mama should be home from work soon, so I'll get Y/n cleaned up before that happens." Belch said, walking towards the bathroom.

I groaned and reached up to rub the sleep, and makeup from my eyes. Belch sat me down on the toilet seat then grabbed a washcloth from the closet and ran it under warm water before coming back over to me, he kneeled down in front of me and gently wiped my face clean.

"At least yer lips ain't blue any more doll."

"I s-still feel cold." I shivered, "do you mind if I take a bath?"

"You go ahead, I'll grab ya a t-shirt and boxers to slip on while you warm up." He stood up to go grab me the said items, but before he could get very far I reached out and grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"Belch."

"Hmm"

"Thanks for today."

"Yer welcome doll."

[dokifluffs]

Switched | Suna Rintarou

Pairing: Suna X Reader (gender neutral) 

Genre: fox! cuteeee flufff tehe 

Author’s Note: @utskushiwaarudo​ once said “what if READER is the baby fox and inarizaki (or only one to two of them) is being domestic and taking care of them and they’re like omg y/n careful not to spill the food *napkin wipe*” so here I am months later ah ha ha 

Gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛

Dark storm clouds gathered all over the sky, not letting a single ray of sunlight in on what could’ve been what of the most beautiful days of the year

Suna laid on his stomach, his back slowly rising and falling, arms curled beneath the pillow his face was nuzzled into

He woke from his deep slumber when a loud boom sounded through the sky, making the ground vibrate

The blanket slid down his body, sliding off to reveal his toned bare back as he rose from the deep slumber he was immersed in

Your own mind began to pick up in activity as you felt the bed ship as Suna woke

Then it occurred to you how last night was the full moon

Today would be the day Suna would be in his little fox form, and it was honestly one of your favorite days of the month since he was especially cuddly

The way he would nuzzle into your lap as he slept all day

“Huh? How am I still-“ Suna looked at his very human hands, his brown hair disheveled from sleep until he saw you move as you woke

“Oh god…” Suna’s eyes went wide as he stared at you

Your body was as small as a newborn baby as you stretched sleepily, your bushy tail lazily wagging side to side, which he assumed you didn’t notice since you looked up to him with a fondness he normally woke up to

“Y/N… Don’t freak out..” His voice was low but you were more confused, especially how he scooped you into your arms, bringing you to the bathroom

Bright sunlight shined in through the skylight as he held you in his arms, standing the two of you in front of the mirror

You looked up to him numerous times as his eyes stayed on you through the mirror

Your pointed ears, dark brown fur that matched Suna’s hair, a bushy tail dangling over his elbow

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you panicked, swarming rapidly in his arms

You couldn’t even look at yourself in disbelief

“No, no, no, why- how?” You thought as you whined as you moved frantically in his arms, he was losing control

“Y/N, wait, you’re gonna- fall…” He winced hearing your loud cry as your body fell from his arms onto the cold tiled ground, scratches littering his bare arms and torso

A sore, aching pain waved through your body as your heart pounded rapidly in your, now little, chest

You had never been a fox before, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around as to why this happened, but you were uncoordinated with your body

Suna recalled the numerous stories and memories of his childhood when he first changed

His legs wobbled

He didn’t know what to do with his tail

He didn’t know how to do anything and all he could do was watch as his being was in a fox’s body and it was after a year

And now this was happening to you

But you were so shaken up, Suna’s heart dropped seeing the fear in your eyes

“Y/N, calm- Stop you’re going to hurt yourself,” He raised his voice higher as you whined, your feet slipping over the tiled floor as you tried to run away as if running could bring your body back to normal

“Don’t move, I got you, alright?” He knelt down, the sun shining from behind his body through the window, he seemed so ethereal through your eyes as he inched his way closer to you

You were shaking, back arched, tail curled in between your legs, claws sliding over the tiled floor as Suna spoke to you

It was so weird since you could understand him yet he couldn’t understand you

“I’m going to pick you up okay?”

You took deep breaths as your heart pounded in your chest

He carefully lifted you into his arms as a puppy, your nails just digging into his arms slightly out of fear but it wasn’t a pain he couldn’t handle

You whimpered as he brought you back to bed, sitting you carefully in his lap as he sat with his legs crossed

“You’ve been the one taking care of me for years whenever I had to change, so now it’s my turn. You’re going to be okay, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised as you looked up to him

The way you looked at him pulled at his heart

You were too adorable in this form

Your ears back, eyes wide and glistening and watering

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he cracked a rare smile as he pat your head, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that had formed in your eyes

“You’ll be alright,” he leaned down, mumbling to your warm, fuzzy head, a rare gesture from Suna since he had always been one to internalize his thoughts and emotions

Rarely one to be the one to show his affection first, only sometimes in private, yet he did it right now as easy as breathing

“I got you,” Suna mumbled

Your heart melted at his words as you whimpered his love

You couldn’t tell if it was now that you were in this new fox form or what but you couldn’t help but let your heart melt at Suna

He sat you on the corner of the bed where you could still see him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face, finally putting a shirt on afterward

You felt so stiff as you sat there, not wanting to move, not wanting to rip the sheets or to fall or anything

You didn’t want to do anything except switch back to normal

After getting dressed and ready for the day, Suna lifted you into his arms like a child as he stroked his hand down your back side

“Is this what it feels like?” You thought to yourself as you let out a sigh, relaxing against his arms and touch, your muscles following his touch as you melted 

“it feels so... good, no wonder he falls asleep so fast when I do it,” you yawned, your tongue automatically licking your own nose after you did so, something you’ve always seen other animals, and Suna, do and now that it was your turn, it felt so strangely natural 

He carried you down the stairs in his arms as the rain bounced off the glass of the skylight that illuminated the stairwell just enough for the stairs to be visible 

You could sort of feel suna’s skin but all you could really feel was a thin constant layer of warmth, and warmer areas where his body was pressed to you 

“I’ll make breakfast,” he said as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, humming to himself in thought 

“where can I put them...” Suna stood there for almost a whole minute as you just stayed still in his arms, not knowing what to do since you couldn’t really do anything anyways 

even moving around in his grasp was nerve wracking 

you did not need to fall or break anything or hurt yourself 

And suna knew this too as he thought

you were more than capable of being by yourself since you could handle yourself but he also wanted to keep an eye on you while he was in the kitchen but leaving you on the floor would be dirty and cold 

but leaving you on a chair would be scary if you were to fall and hurt yourself 

“Y/N, I’m going to leave you on the couch and then I’ll bring it over when it’s all ready, alright?”

He turned back, headed toward the living room toward the couches 

He leaned over, reaching his arms to put you down 

“It’s okay, you won’t hurt yourself at this height,” he smiled as your paws wrapped around his forearms, tail curling around as well. “I got you.” 

You slowly let go, trusting Suna as he set you down onto the plush cushion 

“You’re gonna be alright,” he patted your head as you sat on the couch 

It felt so weird 

like, you had control over your legs and arms like normal but sitting and standing and walking, it all felt so strange yet natural at the same time 

And this was what Suna and the other inariaki team went through once a month 

Suna stood in the kitchen, thinking about what he could possibly make with his skills 

but now that he actually thought about it, it was always you who really fed him aside from Osamu 

All he could think of to do was the standard cereal with milk 

Suna wasn’t as skilled as you to do fancy things like make eggs and pancakes and such 

He carried over two bowls of cereal with milm over to the living room, setting one on the coffee table that was just tall enough to be the same level as the couch cushion you were on 

He sat besides you as he ate a big of his cereal before setting his bowl down and watched you 

“How am I supposed to eat this?” You pondered as you stared at the cereal before you 

You licked up the milk like a cat but you wanted the actual cereal before it got too soggy 

You obviously couldn’t use your spoon

you ended up sticking your.. snout.. into the bowl, the cold milk stinging your nose but you were able to eat the cereal 

it was good and even your tail wagged but it wasn;t the cleanest 

“careful, Y/N,” Suna laughed as he plucked a few tissues, wiping your chin as well as the spilt milk around the bowl 

Suna did as he said he would and watched you for the rest of the day, taking care of you

although he did have to call osamu on how to make some things but aside from that, it was fine 

it was a very new experience for the both of you 

but it showed you such a new side of Suna he never really expressed before  

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