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[arinmoss]

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[lowgothree]

009. ༺ALWAYS, ALWAYS༻∘

a/n: last chapter why am i kinda sad, lol😬

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: happy ending 🥳. smut (am i going to hell for this? idk probably). reader is damn near mute at the start. they're both so very down bad. l-bombs. this is almost double the length of the other chapters so y'all better love me.

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she half expected you to shut the door in her face. she wouldn’t have blamed you if you did — but you didn’t. you opened the door and you’re listening. 

what she thought she could get from olivia, that same thing she’d been craving and fighting for years, she gets so easily with you. just by your eyes meeting hers. you’re looking at her again — albeit in annoyance and hurt — but it’s still you and it’s still her. how it’s supposed to be. and there it is again. that feeling she had been uselessly chasing with olivia –– that pull. a feeling she only gets with you. she’s addicted to it. the way her heart begins to beat faster, how her eyes seem to be fixated on your pretty face, the way her body reposes in the wake of you. she feels so alive when she’s near you. 

she whispers your name, unlike the last time you’d heard her say it –– guilt ridden and shameful –– she says it in pure relief. her shoulders visibly relax when you don’t shut the door on her. she visibly relaxes at just the sight of you. as if her time away from her took away her ability to breathe and seeing you again, right in front of her and beautifully you, gave her back her air. 

“she isn’t you…” paige repeats, longing for you to say something. anything.

“what do you want me to say, paige?” you roll your eyes. “you want her? go have her.”

“i don’t.” she shakes her head, stepping forward, close enough that she could almost feel that familiar warmth of your body again. “i want you.”

her gaze disrupts any calm you might’ve felt. her words cleave the quiet. it leaves you silent. completely silent. 

“you were right. i was running…because i was scared.” she swallows thickly and you pause. she was scared? “but i’m not afraid anymore. i’m done running. i’m here and i won’t leave again. never again.”

“scared of what?” you almost don’t recognize your own voice, too in shock to process your words before they leave the gap between your lips.

“of this.” she gestures between the two of you. “i’ve never felt the way i do when i’m with you before. i just want another chance. i want to be yours and i want to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” 

you hold your breath, remembering just how much you missed her. you missed her touch, her smell, her face, and the way she looked at you. you’re frozen at her words, at the tender look of desperation she gives you but you shake your head despite yourself. “i can’t be with you if you aren’t sure…”

the statement makes her heart sink. she had brought this on herself, she knew that. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. she doesn't like that she was the source of your anguish, it pained her. she’ll do anything to take that pain away. 

the frown on your face said it all; that she’d hurt you, that you were upset, and that you cared about her. that’s what she had relied on. it gives her the courage to reach out and touch you, to give herself that closeness she’d been craving since the minute she left. she grabs your waist and smiles at the way your body recognizes her touch. “i’m sure.” 

suddenly your mouth felt dry. sure, you had played this exact scenario over and over again in your head but you never expected it to actually happen. so you stay silent, desperately searching for words that never leave your mouth. 

“baby, i promise. i’m so sure. please.” she stresses, she’s sure. 

you’re staring at her, in shock and heart pounding, having a mental debate. holy shit say something. anything. but you can’t.

“just let me fix it…” she leans in, testing to see if you’ll pull away. you don’t. “let me deserve you.” 

you nod, finally able to speak again. finding yourself unable to deny her –– to deny yourself. “okay..”

and then she leans in more, letting her lips take their place on yours. she pulls you even closer and you walk backwards into the apartment, paige shuts the door behind herself. she pulls away from the kiss to smile at you. 

“i love you…” she whispers and you pause again, body almost malfunctioning. she what??

paige takes your silence as discomfort and immediately backs away from you with widened eyes. “oh…um, i’m sorry –– i mean, it’s true but you don’t have to say it back or anything i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable i just, fuck.”

you grab her hand, smiling softly at her. every hair on your body standing in the wake of her confession. “i love you too…”

at that moment paige feels almost every emotion; happiness at your words, anger at herself for running from this, guilt because she had hurt you. but you kiss all those thoughts away until her brain can only ideate one concrete picture: you. always you.

she can’t help it, she grabs your face and presses her lips to yours again. your kiss is hesitant. on one hand, she doesn’t deserve to taste you after what she’d done to you. on the other hand, she tastes so good. fuck, she taste like yours. 

she wanted to atone, to show you that she’d realized the error in her ways. she wanted you to forgive her completely for letting her fears hurt you. because you taught her something she’d never dreamed of learning before you. you taught her how to pay homage. 

“you know what else i missed?” she whispers in your ear making you laugh despite yourself. paige could always take the edge off. always able to make you laugh no matter the circumstances.

“i’m sure i could guess…” you let your hand reach underneath the hem of her hoodie so you could feel the bare skin of her waist.  she laughs too, with her whole chest and it’s beautiful. you’re just staring at her, basking in her euphoria and your heart swells. you’re in love bad.  “you’re so pretty…” you mumble, unable to stop yourself.

she smiles wide, all teeth and red cheeks. “stop…”

you shake your head. “no…you’re my girlfriend now so i can call you pretty as much i want to.”

her grin only seems to widen if possible and you can’t help but mirror it. “i love hearing that…”

“yeah?”

“mhm…i love hearing pretty much anything you say but especially that.” she kisses your jaw and you bring your hand from under her shirt to the back of her neck. “my girlfriend…” she whispers in awe and it makes you laugh again.

she starts to kiss your neck and your laughter immediately ceases. you also missed the sex. a lot.

you hold onto her for stability as your breathing quickens. “you never…told me what that other thing you missed was?”

“thought you were gonna guess?”

“i said i could guess.” you hum, pulling her face from your neck so you could hover your lips over hers. “but i wanna hear you say it.”

“well, you just forgave me so i wasn’t sure if it was a good time –– ”

“what do you have against makeup sex?” you tilt your head and she laughs. she doesn’t respond immediately but she places a chaste kiss on your mouth before she sucks in a breath.

“your room or mine?”

you don’t even answer her question. it doesn’t really matter, but hers is closer. you kiss her again as you back into her bedroom. 

she always liked being this close to you. close enough to hear your heavy breathing and to feel the warmth of your skin under her palms. she pulls you even closer. she gently pushes you down onto her bed, straddling you. “did you miss having me like this, baby?”

you shudder, nodding. “mhm…” and then you take a good look at her attire. “are you hot?”

she smirks. “you tell me.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

paige chuckles but nods. “yeah…normally it’s cold as shit in this apartment but for some reason it’s literally hell in here.”

“ac broke. and you’re kinda overdressed.” you lay back on her comforter, rubbing her thighs. “i’m surprised you didn’t say anything sooner. you love to complain.”

“i just got everything i want…i have nothing to complain about.” she smiles and then groans, not thinking twice about taking her hoodie off. “gotta get that fixed, babe…” she starts kissing up your neck and then tugs at your shirt for you to take it off.

you lift it over your head with a hum before laying back down so she can resume her kisses. “yeah. maintenance guy comes tomorrow.”

“good.” she nods in acknowledgement. “take off your pants.”

“i wanna touch you first…” you whisper but paige just shakes her head.

“no…i want to give you a proper apology.”

you chuckle. “well, i’m not gonna say no.”

you watch her body in anticipation as she climbs off of you and slowly takes your pants off. she settles between your legs, locking her arms around your waist to keep you pressed firmly down into the bed and your breathing quickens. she kisses your stomach and then both your thighs, sucking little reminders into the soft flesh so that you can remember how she felt tomorrow. it makes you squirm but her grip never falters.

“stop teasing.” you buck your hips but she holds you there. that’s another thing you loved about paige. she’s so strong. when she finally does put her mouth where you want it, she’s lazing about it. but still exact.

she eats you out with precision only a woman begging for forgiveness could have. you can’t help the sounds you’re making but you’re far too turned on to be embarrassed by them. 

it’s all you can do to slump in her hold and just watch her, the way her mouth devours you and the way her eyes watch your every reaction. the sight is so lewd you could cum from just watching her work.

“feels so good…” you mewl, clinging to the bed sheets so hard your fingers cramp. she looks up at you, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers with hers.

she knows it does. she learned exactly how to please you and she was proud of that. she knew exactly how you liked it.

she knows when you’re about to come. almost before you do. she makes sure to continue doing exactly what she’s doing because she knows that’s what you’d be begging her for if you could speak right now. but she’s happy all you can do is be pretty and take it. take her apology and cling onto her.

she rides it out for you, only pulling away when you’re too sensitive for her to keep going. she smiles at you. it’s smug.

“shut up…” your chest is heaving and there’s a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. she feels almost prideful that she did that to you. she gets the sudden, intense desire to touch you so she does. she reaches up to caress your cheek. 

“so beautiful…” her voice is starstruck again and you chuckle tiredly. 

“enough.” you whisper tiredly. “come here…your turn.”

she slowly moves closer to you, you lick your lips when you notice how red she is. how turned on she is just from pleasing you.

you help her out of her pants, and then you sit up so she can straddle you again. she hovers over you and you stare at her for a moment. “what do you want?”

she knows better than to be shy about it. she trusts you too much to be shy about it. “your fingers. please.”

you can’t help but snicker.

“please? when did you get manners?” 

“i’ve always had manners.” she mutters.

“you sure about that?”

she nods, eyes sparkling at you and you poorly attempt to bite back a smile. 

“cute…but save it for azzi or something.” you chuckle before you circle her clit with two fingers. she immediately groans and the sound is mesmerizing. “feel good?”

she nods again and you don’t even try to hide your smile this time. “how good?”

she sucks in a deep breath when you pick up your pace a little. “really good. don’t stop.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

“i kinda expected you to get me all worked up and then leave me like this as punishment.” she half laughs, half whimpers.

“hmm…i didn’t think about that. maybe i should just –– “ you slip your fingers away from her and she whines but you chuckle softly. “i’m just kidding…i’d never do that to you.”

“and miss a chance to torture me? i don’t believe you.” she can barely speak in full sentences with how good your hand feels on her. 

“and miss a chance to see how pretty you look when you come?” you mock her tone of voice when you rebuttal.  “never.”

she moans, something she rarely does and this time it’s your turn to be smug. she hides her face in your neck, embarrassed by how quickly you can weaken her.

as much as you want to make her look at you, you don’t want to embarrass her further so you just move your fingers harder against her.

“you smell really good…” paige mutters in between soft moans and then she cringes. “sorry, that’s probably weird to say right now.”

you dismiss her, fingers never changing pace. “no…it’s okay. thank you. you’re really sweet when you wanna be.”

“i’m always sweet.” her voice is practically slurred as she starts to feel the knots building up in her stomach. “i’m so close…”

you keep going until her legs start shaking, pulling your hand away from her and kissing her sweetly.

she pushes you to lay down again so she can wrap her arm around you and cuddle you. for a moment, you’re both silent. just settling in the afterglow, kissing softly here and there and smiling at each other. until you speak.

“you know…” you pant against her lips, she rubs your thighs and hums as you pull away slightly to talk. “i’ve wanted you since you moved in here…”

“yeah? why didn’t you say anything?” she chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer.

“i don’t know. so many reasons.” you stare into her eyes, meeting her smile. she leans in to kiss your jaw and then whispers in your ears. 

“name a few.”

you roll your eyes, they’re all obvious. “olivia for starters –– ” she groans, hiding her face in your neck which makes you laugh. “plus, i didn’t wanna rock the boat.”

she shakes her head, pulling back to look you in the eyes. her voice is pure silk when she whispers softly, “from the moment i first saw you…that ship sailed.”

you snicker, putting a hand over paige’s face. “cheesy…”

“you love it.” she kisses your neck again. “you love me.”

you nod in agreement but that isn’t enough. most likely, it never will be. she lets her hands trail your waist exploratorily. “say it.”

you shudder at the command in her voice. even if you could deny her, why would you want to? 

“i love you...”

[just-another-author-i-guess]

so like, I don't know the extent of what you write, but if you're ok with it, smutty/spicy head canons for Marshall x Reader? or, alternatively, if you don't write that stuff, first date HC? 💛

Anything for you <3 I’ve been wanting to make a smut for him for soooo long so dw about it

Tags: fem! Reader, smut, obviously, blood, general vampire stuff?, semi-public sex, also they do it unprotected, don’t do that irl pls, Marshall has a big dick 😊✋, this is not nearly as bad as my Judd smuts dw, I wanted to write minors dni but who am I kidding they’re gonna read this anyways 🧍🏻

Summary: idk, porn?

Author’s note: I have returned! Ngl I’ve been thinking of this request for so long, I was so giddy to write it lol 🤭🤭 I hope it’s okay, I feel like I need to work more with Marshall as a character lol but nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this. Eat up, children!

Marshall smut headcannons

Word count; 2,6K

Smut under the cut!

He is SUCH a tease, omg 

Will tease you for hours, days if he’s in the right mood for it 

(which is most of the time, because he’s a little shit) 

He will act so coy about it as well; getting you to the brim of an orgasm MULTIPLE times or touching you in a way that he knows will turn you on and then just,,, get up and leave 

Oh, just a moment ago he was grinding you on his thigh and whispering the lewdest of lewd things into your ear? Too bad, now he’s up and going to get ice cream from the mart 

He loves to tease you in public too, more than anything in fact 

You’re drinking tea with Prince Gumball? Marshall got bored and thought it was funny to shove his hand under your skirt and into your panties, only to loudly point out how flustered you are 

Would go; “Oh, jeez. Y/n you don’t look so fresh, you okay there, babe?” 

If his cold fingers gently rubbing your clit didn’t feel so damn good, you’d definitely have kicked him 

Instead, though, you clasp a hand over your mouth and nod vigorously 

“Y-yes! Marshall, I’m just fine. Thanks,” You’d grit out, but the rest of your audience would find it hard to believe 

Gumball, bless the man, would insist you lay down for a while and grant you a guest room in the castle 

Bingo. Marshall’s plan fell through exactly how he wanted it to 

The Prince would quickly find out you’re fine, though, when the both of you return like 20 minutes later with mussed hair and you sporting a few bite marks that definitely weren’t present before 

Gumball would scold Marshall more than you, calling him something along the lines of “a hungry wild beast” while just telling you he thought you were better at controlling your urges lmfao 

Marshall is definitely quite the exhibitionist, however 

The two of you have fucked everywhere, all places in Aaa you could think off 

Unfortunately for Gumball, that means his castle has been subject to this quite a lot since he’s got A TON of secret rooms 

Marshall is more respectful at Fionna and Cake’s house though, he only convinced you to do it so much at the Candy Kingdom because he likes pissing Gumball off 

But on the topic of Marshall’s exhibitionism, he really likes getting you to be loud too 

It’s almost like he wants to be caught 😀✋

He’ll drag you around a corner or to the bathroom of a dingy bar or something and make you scream louder than you ever have in your life 

This is not so much a problem in the Nightosphere (yes, you have fucked there too) because I imagine there’s a lot of screaming sounds going on there anyways 

And either way, no one would dare disturb their Prince in his,, private activities 

He’d also really like to drink your blood while fucking 

Usually, he barely asks for it, only if he’s very sick or wounded because otherwise he just drinks the color of red 

But when he’s buried inside you and your nails are scratching up his back, he feels just that tad bit more animalistic 

Sometimes he won’t even ask ): 

Only because he knows you know he would never genuinely hurt you 

But if he’s already kissing and lapping at your neck, it’s soooo hard not to go that extra mile and sink his teeth in 

And your blood is heavenly to him 

Much better than drinking colours all the time fr

Ngl, your period would be love making season for him 

Sometimes, just the faintest smell of your blood is enough to get him sporting a boner 

But when it’s coming from you so steadily and from a place he already loves burying his face and nose in? Man’s a goner 

Please just,,, let him eat you out 🙏

He doesn’t even understand how you could find it gross, when it’s literally free blood he can drink from you without puncturing your skin 

He also LOVES making you cum, and get that taste of your blood mixed with cum.. mmm delicious 🤭🤭

Honestly, he kinda acts like he’s in heat on the week of your period 

But yk, orgasms makes the cramps go away, or so they say 

So take it like a champ lol 

He’ll fuck you in his bed, mostly 

His couch is kinda stuffy and hard bc he never uses it, only you and sometimes your friends when they come over does 

His bed is also nice and large, very good for violent vampire sex 

But let me present to you, an even better option; his bed in the Nightosphere 

Idc his mom tries ok, and has a bedroom set up for him there 

And it’s decorated very posh and such, but the bed is even better for a good round of fucking 

No okay but he rarely takes you there because when he does his mom is bugging the two of you for grandkids so hard— 

I’m honestly not sure if it’s even physically possible, but hey, his mom just wants a cute little grand baby 🫶🫶

Anyways 

As I stated before, Marshall is a man who thoroughly enjoys foreplay 

He’ll have you writhing and gasping before even filling you with his dick; 

His head was hung low, eyes focused on the spot where your bare pussy was dragging against the denim of his jeans. He tensed his thigh, corners of his mouth quirking up as he caught sound of your breath hitching.

You sniffled, softly whining his name and trying to rut yourself faster against him.

He looked up fully, fangs escaping his complacent smile and gently resting on his lower lip 

“Wow. You’re so greedy, baby,” He ‘tsked’, playfully scolding you. 

His hands kept their iron grip on your hips, rocking you back and forth slowly and dictating exactly how much pressure you got to feel on your throbbing clit each time 

You tried to glare at him, but then suddenly he was bouncing his leg and your glare became a sultry pout as you cried out for him 

Unusually, you were sitting on his couch this time around 

He had started by tricking you into watching a movie, clearly with other intentions in mind, but you fell right into his trap and happily obliged when he pulled you to his lap 

Cold breath ghosted over your neck as he had slowly inched his fingers into your sleeping shorts, edging you until you were completely cross eyed and just about to cum only to pull away and situate you on his thigh instead 

He had turned you around to face him, so he could observe your pitiful expressions as he kept giving you more but never enough 

He thoroughly enjoyed it, and now you had been subject to his cruel torture for nearly two hours 

He continued bouncing you, leaning in to get a long sniff of your neck 

You felt his long, wet tongue lap up and down right in the crook of your neck and his already tight grip on your hips became bruising 

He groaned softly, fangs lightly scraping your soft skin 

“Not fair,” he slurred. “You smell so fucking good.” 

You pushed yourself more into him, hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his head to cradle him against your neck 

With your fingers gently treading through his black hair, you barely managed to whisper; “T-take what you need, then.” 

Well aware that Marshall had now also fallen for his own trap, he complied easily 

He lifted you slightly with his arm around your waist, settling you to now grind on the bulge in his pants instead as his two fangs pierced your skin 

The feeling of his straining, but clothed, cock against your core was enough to momentarily distract you from the warm pain and pinch of Marshall’s bite 

With one hand locked around your waist, the other came to the back of your head to angle you to his liking, leaving your lower half to its own devices 

Maybe he was right when calling you greedy, because you instantly took the opportunity to sit down on his crotch 

His clothed dick spread your folds slightly, the zipper of his pants pressing on your clit and you moaned loudly— finally getting enough stimulation 

Marshall’s pupils were blown wide as he lapped up your blood, clutching you to him as tightly as he could without breaking your back as he started rutting his own ups up into you 

If felt heavenly, you quickly got used to his fangs in your skin and the full throb became somewhat of a pleasant ache in your neck 

Too caught up in his meal, he barely noticed when you came all over his pants, slick coating your inner thighs and now spilling over his crotch as well 

You whined loudly as you came, panting out a never ending mantra of your boyfriends name and shuddering all over from the intense fell of it all 

You clawed at his scalp, desperate for some kind of stability as you finally came down a bit 

However, Marshall was still rutting into you, with no intention of stopping, keeping the fire in your belly raging even though you just came 

When he finally managed to pull away from your neck, lower face and cheeks smeared with blood, he wasted no time unbuckling his jeans 

You cried out in relief when he lifted you again, lining you up with his long, pale cock, completely stiff and leaking 

The drunkenly satisfied meal that escaped you when he finally nudged into you was music to his ears

After hours of waiting, you ached to feel him stretching your walls 

He shuddered at the feeling, too, your gummy walls always fit him so snuggly he was surprised he could even fit inside

Your previous orgasm along with the drawn out teasing had made you beyond sensitive, your head was spinning, mouth parting in delirious moans as you finally, finally felt the fullness of his dick inside you 

He hissed when you gently rocked yourself against him, walls fluttering around his cock. “Easy there,” he breathed, mouth returning to that smug smile he bore before, this time coated in blood. “Aren’t you gonna be a good girl?” 

You whined helplessly, hugging him to you and burrowing your face in the crook of his neck 

He felt you nod against him in confirmation, gently licking at his skin and biting at his shirt to keep yourself sane 

He leaned back on the couch, cradling you to his chest and starting a slow and torturous pace of his hips 

You moaned each time he buckled upwards, meeting his thrust with a desperate one of your own 

He breathed out a laugh. “You’re so goddamn wet, it’s all over my pants, sweetheart.” He commented condescendingly, nuzzling your hair with his bloodied face 

It got in your hair, it was also still leaking from your neck but you didn’t care 

All you could manage was a small huff in response against Marshall’s collarbone, clutching his T-shirt in your hands 

His statement was true, though 

You were absolutely leaking on his cock, it dribbled down his shaft, creating a small puddle underneath you on his pants and the couch 

Gently, you lifted your head to mouth at his neck, then his jaw 

“More.” You muttered, your voice cracked slightly and it came as a whisper, but you knew Marshall’s supernatural senses would pick up on it anyways 

He cackled in response. “You can handle more?”

Vigorously you nodded and before you could even register it, Marshall had you on your back on the couch 

You looked up at him hazily, fingers trailing the few marks you had left on his neck, all of which was already beginning to heal 

He leaned down to kiss you as he started pounding into you, making the couch shake and knock against the table besides it with each movement 

He hoisted your leg up, bringing the left one over his shoulder and dove into you deeper, enough to make you feel him all the way in your lower belly 

When he was done kissing you, leaving you breathless and your lips swollen, he nosed down your neck until he found his bite marks and resumed his feasting 

You tightened and fluttered around him, flailing as the liquid flames in your belly grew until they became almost unbearable 

You tried pleading with Marshall, but all that came out of your mouth was incoherent mewls of his name or loud moans 

He was close too, you could tell by the way he was clutching you, his demon-like nails had grown and was leaving small cuts and indents where he was holding you 

He groaned into you, deeply and animalistic and it vibrated through your whole body in the most pleasant of tingling sensations 

That was enough to tip you over the edge, and without warning you creamed on his dick, walls fluttering and constricting so tightly around him he almost found it hard to pull back out

He took a sharp intake of air, departing from your neck for only a moment to glance down and watch the way your pussy was milking him 

He moaned a little at the sight, licking his lips and picking up speed

You could only just lay there as his thrust became inhumane, you knew he was holding back when you two fucked, but it never failed to surprise you when he took use of some of his actual strength 

Something in the sofa cracked, the sound of wood splitting barely reaching your sex-drunk mind as Marshall fucked you rough and fast 

His own thrusts became somewhat sloppy as he used you to chase his end, he watched your face intently, eyebrows knitted in concentration 

When you finally opened your eyes, locking eyes with him and presenting him with the most fucked-out expression he had ever seen you hold, he came 

He didn’t bother to pull out, instead he held your hips tightly to his, releasing his load inside you 

You softly sighed in delight, body numb and heavy 

It took a while for him to pull out, but when he finally did, he went straight to nuzzling into you again 

He hugged you closely, supporting you against his chest as he sat up, lifted his hips and pulled his pants back up 

Marshall is surprisingly good at aftercare, I mean, after all that teasing he better be treating you right after 

He’s always very cuddly, and makes sure to clean you up properly after

He starts with you always, his own needs come in seconds after he’s done with you 

He’s looking at you all lovestruck and starry eyed too, with a goofy lil smile on his face, adorable 

He tugs you against him, preferably in his bed, and helps you clean up the puncture wounds with his tongue and a wet towel 

Awe, he’s so cute (,: 

He just wants to make you feel loved 🥰🥰

Especially cause he knows humans are not build for the kinda sex he’s build for, he’s always a bit scared he’s breached your limits too much or exhausted too much 

And I mean, yes, he has, but you thoroughly enjoy it so.. 

No okay I know I just said he’s soft in the post-but clarity, but sometimes he can also be a teasing little shit 

Depending on how loud he made you moan or how much he got you to embarrass yourself 

In the instance above, he’s pretty soft, but don’t be fooled, man’s is a demon after all 🫢

He’s so hot pls 🥲✋

He’s been needing his own smut for so long too oml,,, I hope you enjoyed it.

Sorry this is also not as fluffy as a first date thing would be, but if it’s something y’all want I could write something about that too. Thanks for the read! 🙏

[moethewriter]

Idk if you're comfortable doing these but maybe reader is on their month and needs comfort from finnick. Had mine last week the cramps, nausea and back pain was crazy fr lol. Or maybe just a comfort reading been a rough week

Please and thank you have a lovely day 🫶🏾

Of course I can write that anon! Periods are the worst. TITLE: Chamomile Delights WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: Period content, fluff TAGS: Can be read as gn!reader (women aren't the only ones who get periods y'all!) A/N: Loved writing this one! Periods are ass, and as a non-binary person who gets them, we all need a little comfort! Hope you all enjoy this! I'm still not feeling 100%, this flu is lingering my friends, but writing has been taking my mind off of that! Love yall! Also not beta read as per usual, sorry for any spelling mistakes! Haha! -

It had come early, and to say you weren’t happy was an understatement. You wanted to die, truly lay down and allow yourself to become one with the earth because anything would be better than this shit. You didn’t remember the last time you felt this horrible during your cycle, usually you could manage but today was just … awful. Everything made you want to cry, or you when something inconvenienced you, you wanted to chuck it against the wall and watch it smash. You were nauseated at the smell of anything Mags brought you to eat, and to top it all of you just felt so fucking miserable.

Finnick had been gone for a few days, off in The Capitol, when your period had started, usually he would be there to provide any sort of comfort you needed but right now you were alone. You couldn’t blame him, Snow had summoned him and many other Victors for a week of galas and to introduce the new Victors. You feigned illness, which in some ways was true, but you were upset he couldn’t stay with you. Had you known it would start, you probably would have gone because at least then you would have your built in space heater.

You wanted to have him near you, as childish as it sounded. He always made you feel better and doted on you. He made you feel better and knew how to take care of you. But mostly you just missed him. His comforting smile, the way he would rub your lower back and just hold you to help you fall asleep. You were miserable without him, and you looked like shit. It wasn’t ideal, but you could make it through the worst alone if you had too. You felt like something that had just crawled out of a sewer drain, and you were sure you looked like it too.

Finnick hated seeing you so ill. He always wanted to make you feel better in whatever way he could. Whether that was holding you while you angrily muttered and cursed at the world for having cramps, or making you a small dinner that he knew wouldn’t make you sick. Well more like got Mags to make something while he presented it to you, he had never been the best cook and when you weren’t well he knew it was hopeless to try and feed you anything he made, it was sweet the way he tried so hard.

Some days he was a pain in your ass, but you didn’t mind that anymore. 

“When he gets home, I swear I’m going to kill him.” You whispered, throwing a pillow over your head, maybe if you suffocate yourself enough, the lack of oxygen flow would stop the pain all together. “Damn fucking President Snow calling his ass away. Maybe I’ll kill him next.” You grumbled under the pillow.

“Kill who next?”

You sat up straight, regretting your decision the moment you cramped up a little more. You felt a small wave of nausea hit you as you covered your mouth. You hadn’t expected him home until far later in the week. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, squinting your eyes. “You’re home early.” You observed the glitter on him, his demeanor and the way he was dressed.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come back from The Capitol dressed far differently than anything he wore at home. It wasn’t Finnick’s usual style, he preferred a more low key look when he was in District Four, always had, but he did look gorgeous.

“And you look like shit.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame. “Are you in pain?”

“I feel like shit, thanks for the observation, Finn.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, obviously.” You were far grumpier than you wanted to be but you couldn’t help it right now, the light was too bright and you abdomen felt like it was crushing your insides.

“Ah. I see.” Finnick said, exiting the room.

You grumbled to yourself angrily, desperately searching for a position that gave you any relief, though nothing you had tried worked thus far. At least Finnick was here, despite the annoyance you had at the entire situation, you were thankful he was home early.

“Hot water, and a cup of tea.” Finnick said, returning a few minutes later holding a steaming mug and a small towel.

“Finn.” You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Sorry. I’m not upset, and sorry for being a dick, thank you.” You smiled, as he passed you the cup, you inhaled it and the smile grew.

Chamomile, a luxury to get when you were outside The Capitol. It was your favourite tea, always had been, and he  managed to snag a few boxes of it when he could. He always thought of you like that, whenever he could get you something he would. 

He sat beside you, gently pressing a kiss into your shoulder and you exhaled deeply at the simple, yet comforting gesture. Having his presence was already a comfort.

“What do you need from me?” He asked, pressing his chin to where he laid the kiss. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Kill me?” You questioned, a teasing tone lacing your words. You sipped the tea he had brought you and felt the warmth take over your body. 

“Well … not that.” He snorted into your shoulder, his hands moving to gently massage your sides. 

“Thank you for the tea, and the hot water. Hold me, massage my back … work your usual magic Odair, because when I tell you I’ve been so unpleasant these last two days … I’m not lying.” You huffed.

“You’re not always unpleasant?” He teased, moving the massage to your shoulders.

You could feel the deep knots slowly being undone, and you let out a sigh of relief, you hadn’t realized the tension had been that bad.

“I will kick you off this bed.” You warned, shooting him a glare.

“Then who would take such good care of you?” Finnick smiled, continuing to work his magic. “No one can live up to this.” He laughed, a small sound coming from the bass of his throat. 

You loved his laugh.

“Hush, let me relax.” You closed your eyes, and focused on his soft humming,

Days like these had always been so miserable, you had gotten so used to riding it out alone, but now you had Finnick. He would always take care of you, and you would in turn, take care of him. There would never be one without the other, not anymore.

“I love you.” You said, simply, leaning into him.

“I love you too.” He said back, holding you closer.

[uninformedartist]

So just finished watching the ep so review. Spoils ahead:

So the episode was ok to me, solid 6/10 one of the better episodes which since this was supposed to be an "extravagant" ep why does it got better quality than the main eps, idk Viv has her moments like this ep and other eps its a train wreck in writing ect.

Mammon worked on my nerves, from design to his movements, personality ALL of him was annoying, which props for an annoying Villian but its Villian I never want to see back again and he's hinted for some sort of return.

Side tangent: Mammon is like the how many-ith Villian to get a return ep/hint at one. It was 1st cherubs, then dorks, then stella/ice twink, striker/crimson now Mammon & according to the leaked storyboards a ghost guy that tries to talk IMP into off-ing themselves... its a flipping lot and cherubs & dorks seem to be forgotten dispite dorks knowing & having hard evidence they exist, flip Viv chill it with your Villian of the week cos its way too many now.

Anyway, Blitz didn't need to be in this ep besides the flashback. Ozzie got him to talk Fizz out of being Mammon's puppet but ultimately Ozzie spoke him out of it & gave him courage to quit/confront Mammon. Even Blitz being a bodyguard/killing people for Fizz could've been any imp. Blitz is starting to feel like Steven from SU, in every ep even tho the ep doesn't need him/ the episode surrounds topics a wee child shouldn't be in (i.e Lapis trauma dumping on Steven & he a child isn't really equipped to handle that situation).

My fave part of this ep was Ozzie and Fizz. Ya'll I legit prayed Viv wouldn't mess these two up and my prayers were answered. Absolutely a joy these two were. Fizz especially what a darling. Loved that small scenes with him and the deaf imp child, l dont know sign language but it looked genuine animated and was just sweet moments.

From their interactions, Fizz's panic attacks/self doubt felt & were genuine... I felt that as someone that has panic attacks from high stress on my studies/life. It was just handled well. Fizz feeling less than and needing to prove himself from 1. his past 2. his appearance, that accident affected his self image/worth so much (why I felt him forgiving Blitz was too hastily done but I digress) & 3. him doing this Mammon contest still to gain/earn Ozzie's love for him cos Fizz believes Ozzie only sticks around because of this fame Mammon gave Fizz. Ozzie finally saying what he loves about Fizz was lovely, wanted that in the 1st ep but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Their song was... I didn't like it BUT the message in it was beautiful. Lastly Fizz saying fuck you to Mammon from the courage/strength Ozzie gave him was a nice send off... also Ozzie saying he loves Fizz ah ngl that made me smile agh I just love them. I want to see them more than the Stolitz show but thats only a wish. Props Viv, you get 1 brownie point not messing this up.

Last findings, the ep was bloated as hell my soul Viv please stop cramming so much in an ep, this one is 30 mins long & yet still felt bloated. Pacing was a motherfuka damn it was bad & the swearing was jarring (its a Viv written ep I don't expect any less but still gonna point it out) and the comedy wasn't so prominent in this ep, Blitz/Mammon gave some comic relief but in the best and worst ways:

The way the VA delivered this line "to be fucked" made me laugh, the line is cringy but the delivery lol gold

Aand Blitz, my soul shut the fuck up & get out this ep. Last ep & this one he said something so agonizingly cringe I pulled my face

The world of HB is legit American hell or earth just painted red since Fizz named all these places in America just "hellified" where his fans come from.

And very last, congratulations Salem glad you got the cathartic send off you deserve from working under Viv, truly fuck you "Mammon" indeed :) also glad they credited you this time.

[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

[moongumi]

I USED YOU.

sypnosis. satoru gets cheated on, and you're there to heal his heartbreak : )

⟶ cw. smut, pwp, fem!reader, cheating, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, dub-con due to intoxication, gaslighting girlboss, age-gap (reader is 20ish + gojo is 30ish), drunk sex, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, mentions of edating (LOL), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, filming, oral (m), stomach bulge + more

⟶ wc. 2k

⟶ a/n. hii i'm trying something new, like pure pwp it was supposed to be short but fuckkkk idk ! ! this was v fun to write and i wrote it in 1 sitting so plz be kind <3 lmk what u think if u want me to do this kinda just random one off prompts.

he did look very familiar. he’s overly drunk though, shouting profanities at lovey-dovey couples as he sees them kissing in the corners of the bar. god, he’s out of his mind. his cheeks are flushed, he’s on his third bottle of tequila, how is he stomaching all of that? 

he orders more, making the bartender leave the entire bottle instead of getting shots–his stack of cash piling up for his following drinks, he even buys rounds for random men that talk to him, all drunk just listening to him complain about his cheating girlfriend. well ex-girlfriend now, you’d assume.

you swallow the last of your drink, bought by a random man who tries flirting with you. you thank him and leave him. walking over to the man you’ve been watching all night.

“you seem lonely.” leaning against the bar next to his stool.

he laughs, “is it obvious?”

you smile, biting your lip hoping he stares down at your cleavage through your provacative dress. he does. his bright blue eyes, impossibly stark–can’t help but linger on your plump chest. 

“i can help with that,” you hope he looks at the way your tongue swipes the bottom of your lips, glossing them up, “i know how you feel.”

you don’t, but you lie.

satoru nods, his eyes are damp and bruised from all the wiping he did to eyes to try to get rid of the evidence of his broken heart. “did you love her?”

“yea.”

hm, surprising. you felt the need to pry, “still do?”

“yea, fucking sucks.”

you sit yourself in the unoccupied seat, purposely widening your legs enough for him to notice how you had no underwear on. such a slut. “well, drowning in alcohol won’t help.”

“i know that now.” he takes a huge gulp of sure sharp tequila. burning his throat, as if melting his insides.

“i know a way to make yourself feel better,” you coaxed pursing your lips, “she’ll hate it.”

“how do you know that?” he asks, seemingly interested.

you shrug, “i might know her.”

you did, the girlfriend–your friend and roommate. you knew she’s been dating this smoking hot new guy, gojo satoru, an older guy with a good job. god, the things you’d do to land such a guy but hell, you spend too much time online, gaming and e-dating shitty guys to land such a put together individual–you’re shocked when you hear her bring a new guy in.

totally downgraded, fugly guy too, she must’ve faked all her orgasms because when she came out of her bedroom with the guy afterwards she did not looked pleased in the slightest. you’re confused why she did it, maybe she got bored or something happened, might’ve been a fight is what you concluded, the night before she wouldn’t get off the phone–cussing loudly. until–

today her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cries in a bar alone–you heard her apologise saying how she was dumb and was too drunk to comphrend her actions, right. because you find out later on, that he’s her plug, she’s been fucking the guy before dating satoru to get cheap weed, hillarious. but damn she missed out, satoru’s family’s rich beyond imagination and the guy is just dreamy–isn’t he?

“a bit of rebound sex isn’t gonna’ hurt right? plus, would it absolutely destroy her to know that you’re fucking her roomate–we could even send her the video.”

he’s easy, god, he folds so easily. when have you grown such a skill.

his phone camera’s so bright it almost blinds you when he pulls it out, “fuck, sorry, didn’t expect the flash.” he’s so drunk, he’s disoriented and unable to hold his camera still. his cock’s hard, precum dripping all over when you pull him out of the prison of his jeans.

your mouth is wet, warm and a comfort to him. his mind only drifts to the pleasure of it instead of the pain of his ripped heart. he moans loudly, louder than anyone you’ve heard before. your pretty eyes look up at him, batting them with your throat full of his shaft.

“god, you’re pretty.” he slurs, drunk on not only the tequila that you tasted on his lips earlier but also look on your face. his fingers lace into your hair holding you steady for the video. “take more–lemme’ fuck your throat.”

you mumble in his cock, god, they all say that. you furrow your eyebrows. this felt like an impossible task, his girth is already so wide and god, the length smacked the back of your throat at every thrust–your hands trying it’s hardest to satisfy whatever doesn’t fit with twirls of your wrists. drool spills from the corner of your lips, mixing with the cum of his that you couldn’t swallow–he didn’t even let you breathe most of the time let alone try to swallow anything–fuck it was just going to all go down your throat at this point, the way he’s rutting mindlessly into you. using your mouth as a fucking cumsock.

his blurry vision could still see how fucking hot you looked through the little lens of his camera, he was going to keep this forever. your eyes watered taking him in, never once did a girl try so damn hard to please him like this, he wanted to keep you forever.

he saves the video and starts a new recording, flipping the camera the other way with a click. he bends you over the sink of the dingy bar bathroom, flips your dress up and comments on your lack of clothing down there, “you knew what you wanted, huh?”

“yea, i wanted you.”

satoru drops to his knees, phone in hand as he films the closeup of your pussy. “this seems a bit unnecessary, no?” you tease. filming your bare cunt seemed more like something he wanted to watch back later not something he’d send to his ex to make her jealous.

“yea, you’re right. but it’s a nice pussy, let me remember it.”

he slides his fingers along the slit gathering your arousal that leaked earlier, enjoying the warmth of it before his fingers being to tease and play with your hole. your plump lips part, making a wet pop when he pushes a finger in testing the waters.

you moan loudly feeling the roughness of his thick finger hit the hilt of his knuckle, the man spares no time in curling it–as if looking in here for something, oh yea, he was, it’s not hard to find–he’s experienced. he pushes hard, slapping your clit against the flat of his palm when he thursts another finger in, and another–three in and he’s happy with the way it looks, all stuffed. 

you hold onto the edge of the sink hoping your hips wouldn’t bruise too bad from all the hammering. he thrusts hard, the burn feels good. your cunt sloshing and gaping at his command. he takes a second, getting up close and personal. his two fingers spread gaping your hole as he blows into it sending shivers into your hole, “what’s that for?”

“it looks tight in there, i can’t wait to fuck it open.” he’s vulgar you give him that. he gets a good clip of the inside of your cunt, all bare, swollen and soaked just for him.

satoru’s bulb slowly slides it, slow burn–making the entrance so slow. he wants to feel every inch enter you and there were a lot of inches to get through. he grunts, moans at every move–until his hips connects with the clap of your cheeks against his thighs.

his entire girth stretches you full, completely filling you up–all the curves and ridges molding to his shape. deep enough to feel the slight pain inflicted on your cervix, fuck.

he pulls out almost completely, seeing your face stretch and moan when he fills you up with him. his arm holds out his face as if he was taking a photo of himself, letting you see the way his face rests in the crook of your shoulder biting down on the exposed skin of your dress, “fuck, keep moaning–let her see the way i fuck you right here.”

you get louder, his hips rut with fast rhythm his mission to make you cum for his little film. his blue eyes flickering up to him as his other hand holds onto your cheeks between his fingers forcing your face towards the lens, making sure to capture ever change in your face. your tits nearly fall off your top when he thrusts, your hips burning at the pain against the sink top now but it didn’t matter when you were coming.

he bends you towards him, your back arched and ass perfectly placed in his lap. his hips make your tits bounce on camera, “fuck, fuck, you gonna come for me? come on, lemme’ hear it.”

his lips attach to yours during your climax, his tongue jutting inside exploring the roof of your mouth–curling his tongue with yours, open mouthed–overly wet loud smacking surround the room. alongside the mixed sounds of two people cumming and lips trying to swallow eachother up during it all. “god, i’m close. i’m gonna’ stuff you full of cum.”

he milks his high, letting it all lose inside. satoru thrusts you off your high, pushing his cum in and in deeper–splurting his beads all to the point where they burst out the sides of your cunt. he lets out a deep last groan drawing it out resting his head on the back of your shoulder as he looks down at where your bodies connect, giving his last few pumps, leaving his cock inside to dwindle down.

“ugh, i’m so full.” you breathed, feeling his cum making your stomach bloat.

satoru nips your skin, “yea, full of me.”

“hmfp–” your cunt is warm, silken with fresh mixed arousal. “you gonna clean me up?”

“course.”

he pulls out, all the cum dripples out–he takes almost all the tissue out of the dispenser. wipes you up and cleans himself as well. nice aftercare, you guess.

you adjust your dress, sitting back against the sink feeling your pussy throbbing and burning from the raw sex–he went hard, harder than you expected for someone who could barely wash his own hands right now.

“you sober?”

he shakes his head, “not even close.”

you pull out your phone and wave it around, “airdrop me the clips?”

“sure.”

he does it, and you’re surprised to see almost ten different videos, different clips of different perspectives. lots of shit to be mad at, angles of your face full of his cock, your pussy with his fingers inside, his penetration, his fucking–with both your faces feeling eachother, and the creampie.

“you want my number alongside that?”

you bite your lip, “nope.”

he’s confused, its cute. he’s never been rejected before. “you’re kidding right?” 

you shake your head, “sorry, i’m not.”

“whys that?” his voice is monotone, he’s staring the you through the mirror with his lips between his teeth.

you shrug, “you used me for revenge, i used you for sex. i don’t date and i definitely don’t date my friend’s ex.”

“i thought she was just your roommate–i thought you hated her,” he asks, he starts to wipe his eyes again.

“i hate all my friends–just a girls thing–”

“you fucking used me?”

you huff, crossing your arms, “don’t get mad now. you just came in me, be grateful i’m not mad.”

“fuck, i’m not mad,” his face grows a shocked grin, his tongue jutting his cheek, “i’ve never been used before–is this how it feels?”

“satoru,” you pout, leaning towards him when you jumped off the sink your heels clicking against the tiles, “you’re not that dumb right? i won’t spell it out for you…but i’m definitely not your first, sorry.”

satoru scoffs, shaking his head while you walked out the door. he mumbles something to himself, you could hear it slightly–most of it drown out by the music from the bar.

“girls these days, fucks sake.”

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[gummydummy19]

Month six: Army nurse (October)

Summary: Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Content Warnings: fluff, grumpy sy, bad writing idk lol APOLOGIES

Word Count: (idk Ill put this up later sorry sorry sorry)

October 4th:

“Can I doodle on your cast?”

It was Sunday. The most sacred day of the week. The weather had been getting gloomier recently, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Fall was your favourite season by far.

You and Sy were hanging on the couch, 4 hours into the Harry Potter marathon you finally convinced him to partake in.

“Hmm?” He groaned sleepily

“Can I draw something on your cast?” You repeated your earlier request

“Like what?”

“I don’t knoooww…I’m bored” you whined

“You’re kidding right? You nagged my damn ear off about these movies and now you’re bored?”

“Well not bored bored just, I need something else to do while we’re watching.”

Sy huffed as he ran his palm over his face and down his beard, clearly debating you request.

“Oh pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” You begged

“Fine! But I better not catch you drawing a dick or some shit” he grumbled, making you chuckle as you jumped up to get your markers.

October 10th:

'Syverson, I swear to god if you don't pipe down and eat your damn veggies Im gonna tie you down and make you.'

The man was stubborn as a damn bull, but so were you damnit.

“Is that a promise, darling?” he replied with that damn smirk of his, making you roll your eyes as you tried to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Can it and eat” you rushed out, pointing your fork at him.

You wanted to help him. That’s what good friends do. Sure, some days you debated to either push him down the stairs or kiss him silly. But neither of those seemed very friendly of you, so you settled for just helping him.

It didn’t seem to bad at first, but the longer that damn cast stayed on, the grumpier he got.

You understood he was a man of pride, you really did, but there really wasn’t any shame in allowing you to help him from time to time, at least that’s how you saw it, but try explaining that to captain grumpy…

October 17th:

“I said I was fine didn’t I?” Sy grumbled, trying to manoeuvre himself through the kitchen on his crutches.

'Would you stop acting like a damn child?' You yelled

'Then stop treating me like a damn child!'

“Im not! I’m just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your damn help! I’m a grown man and I was doing just fine before you came along”

Okay, that stung.

'Fine!' Have it your way!' you huffed, 'Aika, c'mere girl' you called out, allowing Aika to walk past you and out the door before you slammed it angrily behind you.

You walked through the chilly, orange tinted streets with Aika trotting proudly beside you, glancing up at you every few seconds.

'He such an ass...' you grumbled, hugging yourself tighter as the cold fall breeze huffed passed you, helping you cool off.

Part of you had hoped having Sy back in the apartment would ease your ‘crush’ or whatever it was you had going on. You spent months trying to convince yourself you were just horny and alone. Fantasising about your hot roommate while he was away was just a way of coping. Right?

Except that since Sy came home your feelings had been all over the place. You worried about him like crazy. Which kinda scared you. You were nobody to him, so why did it matter to you wether or not he ate his damn vegetables?

Every time he made a flirty comment, you thought maybe he felt it too, but then when you offered to help him, he’d get all grumpy and cold. Sometimes you just felt ridiculous for even trying.

Your internal rant got interrupted when you felt Aika’s leash tug on your arm, bringing you to a rather abrupt halt.

“Wha- Aika come on.” You called, looking back at where she was currently sitting.

For a second you wondered why she had stopped, but then you noticed something.

She was sitting right next to some run down costume store. Nothing special at first glance, but then you noticed something in the window. For $29.99 including fake stethoscope and the promise of at least 4 jaws on the floor per room you walk into; a mildly sexist, hot nurse outfit.

“What do you think, Aika?” You looked down at your furry companion and you swore she nodded in agreement.

You've never bought something so fast in your entire life.

October 21th:

“what...what are you doing? Is that one of my chopsticks?!' You shrieked as you entered the living room, only mildly horrified by what you were currently looking at.

Syverson was sitting on the couch, well, sitting wasn't exactly the proper term for it. He was damn near folded in half. His big, muscly body bend over his stretched leg with one of your chopsticks in his hand, trying to poke around his cast.

“My foot itches,” he grumbled “Can you please just help?”

The past couple of days you tried avoiding Sy. He hadn’t apologised, neither had you. You figured it was one of those things you best ignored, but as he sat there whining for your help, you couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.

'Oh so, now you need my help?' you commented, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, Aika still by your side.

You took the chopstick from him and carefully prodded around inside his cast. Sy fell back on the couch, groaning in relief.

'Little lower...just a little-Ah! Right there, sugar! Fucking hell...'

His words alone made your cheeks glow bright red, let alone the damn sounds he was making...You desperatly searched for a change of topic, when a certain scent hit your nostrils.

'Hey uh...Sy? When did u last shower?' You asked, retreating the chopstick and giving his big toe a poke. Sy propped himself up to look at you, raising his eyebrow at your comment.

“A proper shower? Must have been months.” He replied, chuckling at your grossed out face

'I've washed the important bits, don't you worry, sugar.' He winked

“Judging by this smell, I seriously doubt it.' you replied, trying to ignore yet another one of his flirty comments. Sometimes it felt like he knew what went on in your brain. Every dream, every fantasy. It felt like he saw right through you.

“It ain’t that bad.” He said, just when Aika stuck her nose near his foot, quickly retreating once she smelled his cast.

“See that? Even our dog won’t go near it!”

Normally, Sy would have been quick with a response, but he was busy trying to ignore the way his chest fluttered when you said ‘our dog’.

'You smell ripe, old man. This could be used as a fucking nuclear weapon. One whiff of this and the entire middle east would wave a white flag in a second.' you stated

'Hey, watch your mouth young lady!' Sy shot back with a raised finger.

'I could help you, if you want.' you carefully suggested

'Help me with what?' He grinned, knowing exactly what you were saying.

'Help you wash...'

'My important bits?' he teased

'Oh forget it' you groaned, turning away making Sy laugh

Before you could get too far, Sy got ahold of your wrist and tugged you back, making you sit down next to him.

“If you really wanted to see my dick that bad, you could’a just asked, sugar”

'I'm just worried your dick is growing a second dick"

That actually made him chuckle. The sound made your heart soar a little and you tried to ignore it.

“Well both of my dicks are fine, thank you very much”

He sat up, his face mere centimeters from yours. His fingers danced along your face, brushing some stray hairs out of his way. His voice got real low and quiet when he said,

'Besides, I'm not allowed to get this cast wet.'

Your eyes grew wide, as they gazed into his devilish ones.

He was doing this on purpose. He knew how he made you feel, the effect he had on you, he knew.

It took ever fibre in your body to shake yourself out of it.

“Okay, first of all, I meant when the cast comes off and second of all you’d be wearing underwear you moron” you stated, “and you damn well knew I meant that.”

Sy tried to hide his grin as he looked down and gave Aika a pet on her head.

“Why do you insist on helping me so much?” He asked, rather serious all of a sudden

“Because, well…I don’t know, we’re roommates” you mumbled,

“Doesn’t mean anything” he said dryly

That pissed you off a bit.

“Well, it does to me.” You replied, “Your family lives far away, and I know for a fact you’re far too proud to actually ask anyone else to come and help you.”

Sy didn’t interrupt you, so you continued, getting a little more riled up as you spoke.

“I live here now, wether you like it or not. It might not mean shit to you, but it means something to me. I’m a good roommate and an even better friend. Im not gonna let you rot away. I wanna help you because I’m a decent fucking person and it’s the bare minimum I can do.” You rambled before adding, “Oh and truth be told, Sy, I figured you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed, but I’m strongly debating that right now.”

You don’t know when exactly you got upset, but suddenly you wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I’m gonna take Aika for her walk now if you-”

“Could you please drive me to the hospital on Monday?” Sy interrupted you

“What?”

“My cast comes off on Monday, I’d appreciate it if you could drive me.” He stated again

“I uh, yeah sure. I can get a day off from work.”

“Thanks” he muttered, scratching the back of his head

And just like that, Sy had finally apologised to you.

October 23rd:

“My colleagues are throwing a halloween party next week, you should come. Get out the house, socialise, that sorta thing?”

You were driving Sy back from the hospital, where he had finally gotten his cast removed. The doctor said he needed at least 4 weeks of physio-therapy, but he should be fine, which was a huge relief.

“Not really a big fan of parties, sugar.” He replied “plus, I aint got no custume.”

“You have your army clothes, don’t you? I could splatter some ketchup on you if you want.” You joked, making him crack a smile, showing off his fangs in the process.

“Or a vampire…” you mumbled, staring at his pearly whites.

“What?”

“Uh, n-nothing!” You replied, focussing back on the road, “So what do you say, huh? I think a party would do you good, Captain grumpy.”

“Hmm…what are you going as?” He asked, brow raised as per usual.

“Ill tell you if you let me cut your hair.” You suggested

“Like hell! You ain’t touching my hair, woman!”

“What if you just let me wash it then?”

“You really wanna get me naked, don’t you?” He joked, making you role your eyes

“I meant over the sink but whatever, dumbass”

“Fine, ill let you wash my hair if you tell me what you’re going as.”

“And let me cut it?!”

“Okay fine! And Ill let you cut it! Just tell me already.”

You smirked at your small victory before saying, “I’m going as a nurse”.

Sy’s eyes twinkled at the thought of you in a nurse outfit

“Ill go with you if you wear it while washing my hair” he smirked

“You’re an actual dog, Syverson.”

October 28th:

“Are you sure you know what your doing?” Sy asked unsure

He was propped on one of your high chairs over the sink at the kitchen island. You had a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair products scattered all over the marble top.

“Sure, can’t be that hard, can it?” You smiled, “now just relax”

You checked the temperature of the water on your hand before gentle running the tap over Sy’s dark head of hair. Your free hand softly wove through his locks, nails massing into his scalp.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered under his breath

“Too hot?” You asked

“N-no no, s’perfect sugar. Feels nice.”

His eyes were closed and you could see the tension seep out of his body as you rinsed out his hair.

A proud smile tugged at your lips with every appreciative hum that came from him.

You studied his face carefully as you took your time washing and conditioning his hair. Not a lot was said, but you didn’t mind. The silence allowed you to look at his beautiful face. Every scar, every spot, every hair. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt your eyes. Peace was a good look on him.

When his hair was all rinsed out, you gently towel-dried it, before draping the towel over his shoulders and grabbing the scissors.

Your fingers tangled through his locks as you studies his hair carefully, trying to figure out a starting point.

“Alright so, I’ll just trim up the sides a little and just shorten the general length. Sound good?”

“Whatever you say, Sugar…” Sy hummed, making you grin.

You were enjoying his compliant behaviour until you accidentally closed your first a bit too tight, pulling the root of his hair so hard his head yanked back a little, making Sy groan in what you presumed was pain.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You rushed out, soothing his scalp gently over the sore spot.

Sy let out a yelp that turned into half a groan before it became a couch as he jumped up and faced away from you.

“I-uh…gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before walking off, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it against his crotch…

…hmm…weird?

October 31rd:

“I just don’t wanna go alone, Sy, come on! I don’t know a bunch of people there”

You yelled from down the hall. Sy was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same spot he’d been sitting all day.

His leg had been killing him all day. You just knew it.

Ofcourse he would never tell you because first of all, he can’t stand it when you’re right and second of all he didn’t wanna ruin her night. If he told her, she’ll stay home and miss the party, and he didn’t want that.

“You’ve been sitting on the couch all day! It’s gonna do you good to get out of the house” you spoke, standing closer to him now.

He finally looked up from the tv to see you standing in your nurse costume, stethoscope hanging over your shoulders, knee high socks hugging your thighs, heels just the right height…

It’s a shame you’re not a real nurse because Sy’s was definitely experiencing some shortness of breath…

“Nah, sorry Sugar, but you go have fun” he said, trying his best not to sound like he was in excruciating pain “I’m gonna go take a shower”

“A cold one”, he silently added.

“Fine, I’ll see you later then.” You watched as he made his way to the bathroom

It was clear from the way he was walking that he wasn’t doing good.

You heard him turn on the water as your rummaged through your purse, double checking if you had everything you needed.

After doing a final mirror check, you were about to walk out the door but you were stopped by a loud thud and a yell coming from the bathroom.

“Sy?!” You yelled out a little panicked, but you didn’t get any response

Before you could stop yourself you rushed to the bathroom and barged in, seeing Sy laying on the bathroom floor in nothing but his boxers. (A pair that looked a little familiar to you for some reason, but that’s besides the point)

“Sy, what the hell?! Are you okay??” You rushed to his side, quickly checking him for injuries

“Damn leg won’t do what I want it to” he groaned out

“How many painkillers have you taken today?”

“Took my last one this morning…m’all out…” he mumbled

“Sy you should have told me, I could have stopped by the pharmacy!”

“I’m a grown ma-”

“Yeah yeah you’re a grown man, I’ve heard it!” You interrupted “a grown man would have made sure he had enough pain meds!”

“I have some extra’s in the cupboard for emergencies.” You said, “I’m gonna get you some and then I’m gonna run you a bath and you’re gonna let me help you for once.”

“You don’t have to, really…”

“Oh relax, you can keep your boxers on but I’m not letting you shower by yourself when you can barely stand”

“What about your party?” He asked

“What about it?” You replied calmly as you walked out the room to get his meds.

A good 20 minutes later the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filled the room along with the calming sounds of the water.

At first he had whined about not needing a bath bomb but you just knew he secretly enjoyed being pampered as much as you loved pampering him.

You were sitting next to the tub, absentmindedly running your loofah over his muscular back when suddenly, amidst the silence, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, Sugar?” He asked, raising his brow as he stared at you.

“You finally got me to give you a bath in the stupid costume…”

A/N: AAAAAAAAA ITS FINALLY POSTED IM SO SORRY PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS BAD ALSO JDHHDUZFZSFXFC Im currently on vacation and I swear I wrote like 95 procent of this on my phone at the pool and Im now finally posted this from my moms laptop so HAVE MERCY ON ME PLSSSS xoxo as always comments and reblogs are very highly appreciated!

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Is it weird that I love the Likeability comics more than the story? I feel we get more in depth characterization and I love that they also extend from the loading screen comics too.

But the Levi Attacker one makes me super conflicted because I love that he has that super shy moment about his scars, but everywhere else I get iffy(maybe also because MC is a complete pushover but I won't get into that since I think that's a shared agreement with many). I 'm letting Ch5 slide because that's MC's first meeting with him so yet but god I'm so not sure how to feel about him atm. I want to like him but I think something isn't lining up and IDK what i t is

I'm telling you rn anon I really want like a full based comic of WHB because I feel they'd pace it out better with the backstories, daily lives that they live, I feel like I learn much more about everyone just as you explained here.

I learned a bunch about the seraphim too from their comics.

Now on terms of Levi, in each comic I've seen of him he's like toned down compared to how he is in the game story (though that may just be me) For Chapter 5 (SPOILER WARNING) SPOILER WARNING) He was a little shit being that rude as the shoved MC in a damn coffin, have the nerve to be upset that they knew about some embarrassing moment from his earlier years, and then have Foras go and spy on Minhyeok and was hesitant to even let Ppyong leave to go get Minhyeok's spunk so they can fucking breathe lol I feel that he only cared because he needs MC...but he's so untrustworthy of everyone due to his trauma he just acts like an asshole. I'm reading more of his selfie card story as I unlock the unholy board and I'm really just not liking his attitude whatsoever. Again...he's pretty but he's sending me up the fucking wall in a bad way. It was even revealed in his likability that he isn't close with any of the kings despite growing up with them. The group photo of him with the kings looks so genuine tho like he's enjoying himself and in one of his comics they played pranks on one another when younger so I just was like huh.. okay? I'mma see where PB is going with his character development...because he somehow got along with Solomon, and Solomon himself advises MC on how to handle him because he figured it out. Me? I'd strangle him non-sexually lol like omfg Levi

[thebearer]

Didn’t think I’d be into casual dominance but the way you write it combined with Carmy? God damn, I need more!

Now it’s got me thinking about Carmy + casual dominance in public

oh you mean like how carmen always walks on the outside of you, one hand on your back at all times??? how if you're walking with a purse or something, he makes you wear it on the side that's touching him, in the middle of you two because he's not about to let you get robbed. he's not super intimidating by any means, but he's built and has a glock from cousin richie lol but he is a ball of anxiety and rage and has supressed his emotions his whole life. come near you???? it's over. plus people drive like maniacs in chicago "worse than fuckin' new york can you believe it?" he grumbles, so he's on the outside.

idk if this counts entirely as casual dominance but to me it does, because when you go out shopping, he carries everything. will not fucking let you because there is nothing worse to him than looking like that jagoff not carrying his girl's bags. that infuriates him to no end, so he's carrying it for you.

i feel like he's the type to cut your food for you even out in public. order for you too. like obviously he asks what you want, but he's the one to tell simply bc he wants to lol. and if you order steak or something, he'll cut it for you because he's so quick at it. it used to make you kinda embarrassed like "oh you think i'm doing it wrong or can't do it myself?" but it's not that with carmy. he just wants to do it for you because it's an act of love to him.

also the type that on the rare occasion you take the L, you sit and if some shady looking fuck sits next to you, he'll switch with you, because not today. he doesn't like you taking the L or really any public transportation without him bc his anxiety goes crazy at the thought of someone mugging you or worse. usually makes you call him, which honestly makes you feel better too. not that he could do much bc he's not there, but he's got family and friends all around chicago that he could call at any given moment to get to you before he could. . you got him a pair of airpods so you could call him and he could still work with his hands at least bc you felt bad for calling him while he was working (even though he insisted on it)

[filmbyjy]

hi! idk if ur requests are still open or no but if they are, could you do a headcannon on enhypen on how they would take care their s/o when she’s on her period or something. It’s okay if u don’t want to do this(btw I love ur writings 🫶🫶) HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL🫶

a/n: oh don’t worry! my request box is always open. it’s just I take a long time to write this out bc of school😞 oh and thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻anyways! let’s write this!! sorry this took so long :((

enhypen taking care of s/o while on her period

LEE HEESEUNG

no stfu. there is no hear me out

this man will be soooo sweet

he makes good use of those doe eyes to look all innocent and shit so he could beg to buy pads and other essentials for you

don't even try pushing him away

"babe, can i buy for you-"

"just go."

happily smiles and grabs his wallet before bolting to the supermarket

once he does, he tries to find the section

but then he faced with crisis number #1

why in the world are there so many pads. why do they need to have this 'heavy flow' thing. is that how much women bleed every month??

he is horrified

but he keeps calm and tries to find a staff.

a little shy but he does it anyways.

the staff helps him and he buys the perfect amount. just 2 packets because why would you need heaps of it

comes back with the pads and with hot cocoa from the cafe you two love.

on the way home, he read that drinking warm things helps with your cramps so he stopped by the cafe.

now where did crisis number #2 start?

when your cramps decided to fuck up your cuddle session well more like makeout session

you were kissing heeseung like your life depended on it and then that's when the cramps start bothering you. you groaned whilst pulling away.

heeseung no jokes rolls his eyes

not at you but the pain that you were feeling.

"let me kiss you some more to make it go away."

"heeseung, it doesn't work."

"shush woman."

and so he kisses you

it sort of helps though🫢

so umm now whenever you have cramps, heeseung just kisses you👍🏻

PARK JONGSEONG

my man🫶🏻🫶🏻

if it isn’t obvious this man definitely knows how to handle things

he is prepared >:)

well for the first time he is a little confused because you are his first girlfriend and he doesn’t have any womanly figure around him besides his mother

so he doesn’t know how tf should he react to your period

he tries to get help from his mom on what should he do

ultimately, he becomes a pro at it

gives you massage

belly rubs

warming up a heat pad for your cramps

getting anything for you

does baby talk (bc he wants to be soft with you)

making you laugh to distract you from the pain

buys you pads/tampons whichever you use

even brings a small little pouch with pads/tampons for when it comes unexpectedly during your little date

he definitely I feel like tracks your period

bc if you’re just plain out lazy or forget, he knows when to be ready

which is why jay is a 100/10 on being best boyfriend🫶🏻🫶🏻

hence let’s kiss, jongseong 😍 ehem kidding. no I’m not kidding👁️👁️

SIM JAEYUN

mother I am in love with an australian 20 year old boy😮‍💨😮‍💨

sorry

anyways, I think jaeyun would definitely be another clueless one

he may be for the hoes and stuff but zero clue on what a damn period is

please teach the boy

but

won’t lie, he’d be great at listening to you

golden retriever energy right there

so if you ask him to get you things, he won’t hesitate

“jake-”

“ALREADY ON IT, LOVE!!” *grabs his wallet and phone. puts on shoes. all ready to go out*

he may not know but he is willing to learn how to make you feel better

because he only wants you to feel at ease and comfortable

for that to happen, obviously he needs to understand you so he decides to learn about periods

bc he loves you🫶🏻🫶🏻

loves rubbing your tummy to make you feel better though

reminds him of petting layla’s belly and he has great knowledge on that

PARK SUNGHOON

since sunghoon is an older brother…he definitely did know what a period is.

but he never thought he’d have to experience in helping with that (since his sister is 5 years younger)

until he fell for you

you are certain he knows what are periods but he just doesn’t know how to help

so you never bothered with asking him for help

until you accidentally texted him instead of your mom

you: mom :( i’m out of pads and my period came early. could you buy some pads for me while you’re at it?

sunghoon: sure, which kind?

you: mom?? I thought you knew what kind I use but here is the picture anyways *1 attachment*

and then when you hear the door open, you expected your mom to walk into your bedroom but no it’s your boyfriend

“hoon?”

“you sent the text to me but don’t worry…umm I asked my mom about it and how to help you get through this…umm bloody month…”

awkward as fuck but he is adorable

you gave him a hug

oh but as soon as he gets used to it after helping you a few more times…

all hell breaks loose

starts cracking up jokes about it

calls you weird nicknames

“my little ketchup packet🥺🥺”

deserves a smack to the arm

KIM SUNOO

you’ve heard and seen those statements from his girl classmates

THERE AINT NO WAY THIS MAN DOESNT KNOW HOW TO HELP

like hello?? popular with the girls in school. has girl friends

it’s sooo obvious

when he started dating you, he made sure to state that if you needed any help, just text him

you were hesitant

bc he was your first boyfriend so you never shared anything about periods to any guy before. even your dad

so like you just felt uncomfortable to even ask him

so let’s say…you and sunoo were having a stay at home date

you fell asleep on the bed. unbeknownst, you leaked and stained the bed. sunoo notices it and as such places a towel on the extra bed and moves you over to the other room.

after doing so, he goes to wash the stained sheets up and throw it inside the washing machine after.

he realises that he should wake you up bc you’d be sleeping in your dirtied clothes. before he does so, he goes to your bathroom to make sure you have your ‘supplies’ ready. if you don’t have any left, he runs down to the nearest mart to buy you some and even snacks or anything to make you feel better

once he comes back, he gently wakes you up and tells you to go change and then come down soon after.

you realised why he asked you to change and you were embarrassed. he probably saw it leak. just before you leave, he reassures that it is alright and normal for this type things to happen so he pecks your forehead and leaves to make hot cocoa.

to say that he is an amazing boyfriend was an understatement, he was the perfect boyfriend you could ever have.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon does have an older sister so like he definitely has heard his sister like talk about it.

so it wasn’t a shock to him about how painful it is or how horrible it can get

however, since you were his first (and last) girlfriend, he doesn't exactly know how to help

well that's what he says but when you tell him you got your period

he surprisingly knows a decent amount of things

"here i made tea. since i heard coffee isn't good for your cramps."

like bro how did you know that🤨🤨

he also apparently made a mental note to track your period so he can plan dates

on days you have your period, he will definitely plan a stay-at-home date. the bundle he brings quite literally looks like you got injured and he is visiting you at the hospital.

i definitely also think that he will hold you close if you complain about your cramps.

soft tummy pats because he definitely likes doing it so you feel better. you know like that one en-o'clock moment where he was patting jay to sleep. yes i will never forget that moment.

still cant believe this is boy is 20 sobbing😭😭

NISHIMURA RIKI

honestly i’m facing a dilemma here (get it😉). idk if ni-ki would be a sweet and caring boyfriend

or would he be a pain in the ass when he sees your struggling with your period

so I’d say 50-50

like he will have his haha funny moments

but when he really realises “oh shit, my girlfriend is in pain.”

thats when he really goes full on ‘take care of girlfriend’ mode

bc he knows the existence of periods. he has two sisters

but he is also just a teen

teen boys really sometimes don’t get periods. they think its just something simple when really its not

so like dont be too hard on him. he’ll learn

this means it will take him a couple of times to really help you out

sometimes he can be serious, sometimes he can be playful

but he is also playful bc he knows you’re in pain and he wants to make you feel better or take away the frown

he just wants you to be happy and not in pain

ni-ki is pretty cuddly too. he likes to just curl up with you and hold you close bc you’re warm and he is cold

sometimes he cutely rubs his head against your tummy and surprisingly kinda feels nice since it kinda helps with the little cramps (unless you’re ticklish then uhh yeah)

10/10 cute boyfriend :D

[thespoonisvictory]

Okay, I need to know what your thoughts are on whether the Ratgrinders (and which members if it's not all of them) will be redeemed or not.

***** pre warning that brennan has bamboozled me thoroughly and I have few coherent thoughts on the mystery at hand other than looking at theories and going "well that's dumb" which I recognize is unhelpful.

I think the Ratgrinders have a large sympathetic element to them as a group that is yet to be revealed. That could be a lot of things, but starting first with the fact that we don't have a clear motivation for why exactly they were xp grinders rather than truly adventuring, what's up with that? To me, it doesn't read as a malicious act against rats, lol. To me, it reads as the 11 year olds afraid to play Minecraft off of peaceful mode, OR the people who think that highschoolers risking their lives to get grades is unfair and scary, OR maybe people who just want to game the system to prove it's unbalanced. Either way, that feels to me like a pretty big piece of the puzzle we're missing, and would give us a better idea of the group.

Additionally, I think the Rat Grinders are, or at least were, friends the way the Bad Kids are, which is another big sympathetic element. Kipperlily points out that they are a parallel to them in the way that they are/were six very different people who found their way to each other. I think their friendship is going to be revealed to be in many ways Exactly like the Bad Kids, closeness and loyalty and all. Maybe Kipperlily isn't a part of that, or she's deceiving them, but how far would the Bad Kids let Riz go down a crazy plan? How much trouble would they have put up with from Kristen if she kept going down the path she was at the start of the year? How much would they do for each other?

All this to say, I don't think we've seen a full view of what the Rat Grinders look like yet. If Lucy was friends with them for almost two years after all, surely there's something more there. That makes all of them to me, again with the arguable exception of Kipperlily, plausible to be redeemed, or revealed to have had decent intentions and turning out to be an ally.

As for more specific, kind of meta-gamey guesses (minimal evidence just vibes):

Oisin feels like a potential good guy or absolutely irredeemable, leaning towards the former. Either he's a Hans, or he doesn't know quite what's going on as exemplified by Kipperlily keeping him out of the loop on the materials smuggling w Aewlyn. I just doubt Brennan would dangle a love interest like that as a villain for Adaine, when her character has had very little romance thus far. It feels both like he knew Siobhan was too smart of a player to take that as bait, and wouldn't want to punish socially anxious Adaine opening up to someone outside of the group. OR he's evil idk this most recent ep was pretty damning.

We've barely seen any of Ivy, but she gives me big "pulling away emotionally from the disaster that is this friend group and bracing for impact" energy. wild shot is that I bet she was one of the closer people to Lucy, and is detached from everything after her death, maybe just going along with KL's plans for the hell of it. Will maybe slink away unscathed but unredeemed.

Ruben is interesting, and I think after KL one of the more involved people in the plot given his involvement in the festival. Could see him being redeemed, think it's more likely he'll go out in a Wanda Childa themed blaze of glory.

Mary Ann I think just loves her friends and is loyal to them. Whether that means she's being manipulated or doesn't even need to be, unclear.

Buddy o7

Kipperlily? No fucking clue. I think we're missing a big piece of her and doubt that Brennan would this simply villify a 16 year old girl with so many clear issues. What we're missing? Simply not a clue. She's crazy to me and I love her

[melonteee]

Do you think ur going to do a review or analysis of the live action? Because even tho i kinda liked it i think i have the same problem that you have with the characters, like zoro. It's weird bc i think that the characterization of the characters is kinda good, but also there's something laking, i think it's the removal of some core senes but honestly idk fully if it's that or something else. I know they had short time to adapt like 90 chapters, but i think the time they had would be better used if they didn't had the b plot be abt garp. Tho that's also not right, bc i think some of the scenes with the marines were fun? But in this case i think garp characterization is just not that great.

Idk its super weird bc i feel the world is really one piece and it was fun to watch but there's some things that are kinda :/

Okay uh, let me preface this by saying part of my degree had to do with adaptation - in terms of what it is and how it's really god damn hard. So this live action intrigues me not just as a one piece fan, but in terms of my studies, and I have no doubt my favourite teacher is getting a kick out of this as we speak lol.

If you don't want spoilers for ep 1, don't read under the cut. If you don't want to feel bummed out cause you super enjoyed the show, also don't read. I am analysing this in a very critical way because I was dead interested in how this was handled.

I have only watched one episode, I can only judge so far at the moment, so feel free to take this all with a grain of salt. There is indeed charm in this series! The only thing is, there's charm when it's trying to be itself exclusively, and it falls really flat when trying to replicate One Piece because...I didn't feel One Piece from this in any sense. Any 'faithful' shots I received felt like a cheap replica attempting to force some nostalgic emotion out of me with nothing earned.

And, from what I can see, that's the problem here. This series isn't sure how loyal it should really be, nor is it sure how much fidelity it should keep - but it's trying to remind me at every damn second "This IS One Piece, do you SEE One Piece?" And it's not just me saying this, the producers themselves admitted that they were TRYING to be loyal. A quote from them is;

“What we learned is the fans are expecting you to be true to the source material,” says executive producer Marty Adelstein, whose Tomorrow Studios produced “Cowboy Bebop” for Netflix before embarking on “One Piece....As we read the comments, it was always, ‘Well, they didn’t do this character the same as this and that.’ … It really taught us a lot of what we needed to do with this one.” “It became everyone’s goal to make sure that when you looked at the show, you thought this was a live-action version of the manga that just felt like another feather in the legacy of Oda,” (source)

So here's my question here, to myself and One Piece fans - did you FEEL like you were watching a 1:1 version of these characters? Did these characters FEEL like themselves instead of being TOLD they're apparently themselves?

Of course, it's an adaptation! It's supposed to be different! But this statement directly contradicts that, and so does everything else. After all they apparently hired Oda to 'check off' on it, they used the Japanese VAs for the Japanese audio version of it, they even have the manga/anime version of Luffy sitting there in the One Piece logo - constantly reminding me OF the original no matter what I do.

So with all these comments, and with all these decisions, what else to expect but "Oh, so they're planning to stay loyal and not deviate from the original? This is clearly their goal."

And that's where the problem ensues for me, because they try DESPERATELY to ham fist in original source material, they really want me to point at the screen and go "JUST LIKE THE MANGA!", but they're not going all in on it and, as such, the changes become increasingly obvious that this ISN'T the same. Because, if you only have a BIT of Zoro's character implemented from the original, but not ALL of it, what else am I to see but a bastardised version of the original here?

This script does this thing where it's giving me beats of Zoro, but not all of Zoro, and suddenly I'm left with a guy who's a weird, bizarro version of Zoro. He's not quite original enough to feel like his own being, and he's not quite loyal enough to feel like the original. And of course, it's not just Zoro, but it's this way for the other characters too.

The 'loyalty' the producers are talking about, and the lesson they've seem to have learnt here is; "We need to unnaturally shove in as much fidelity as we can in an exposition-dump, so we can get it out of the way, make everyone feel like we're respecting the source, and get on to the original scenes that add nothing but a laugh."

And...it's a shame! It's weird to say this series would, so far, be better if they weren't TRYING to replicate One Piece's energy, but from everything I am seeing, it's clearly what they are trying to do. This show has charm when it has its OWN charm, but cutting from a fun little original scene to an exposition dump of lore is so incredibly jarring I don't even really know what to make of it.

For example, we were shown Zoro being tied up to a pole. We are going to point at it and go "I remember that!" but then...the whole reasoning is different, the motives are different, and...the time is all different? In all respect, this series is doing what Disney live actions are doing, where they are giving me MORE scenes with LESS information - and due to seemingly TRYING to be loyal, it feels like the original scenes are fun, but a waste of time due to the exposition dumps being incredibly rushed and lacklustre.

In a complete ironic twist, their desperation to be loyal has them falling flat, so instead I'm seeing a hollow replica of what One Piece is - when it could've been an original live action that's trying to work on its strengths of BEING its own live action.

All in all, the first ep would've been fine if I turned my brain off, but I don't...watch One Piece to do that. I don't ever feel numbed by One Piece, and by all means I was given the expectation that this WOULD be the story RETOLD but with BIGGER action and LARGER characters because they just LOVE Oda and respect him SO MUCH!

But at the end of the day, for a first impression, I got another Netflix live action that COULD work on itself, but ultimately is making me appreciate the original a lot more. It's making me appreciate Oda's writing more, the Strawhat's original characters more, and the world more. It seems great as a digestible family show, which I'm sure is what Netflix wanted, but it's already got me feeling uneasy.

Of course, this could very well change the more I get through, and I'm very open to it, but the first episode in itself makes for a fascinating case study on the fidelity of anime live action adaptations.

And just in case anyone gets up in arms because there seems to be a weird forced positivity crusade on this series right now, Oda himself has said he intends to happily take criticism, because he knows it'll come from a place of love. This by no means is a disrespect to Oda, and is more a look in on how Netflix operates.

[forever-rogue]

Eddie Munson request(this has been in my head 4 awhile) Eddie and reader seem total opposites, from music taste,fashion, etc. But they start bonding over fantasy books,find out that they aren't so different, and become close friends. Reader is concerned that Eddie tends to forget to take care of himself, and worries about him. Eddie wonders why shes concerned about his well being, she says " I care for u a lot "leads to nervous confessions. Idk lol u can change or do anything,if it fits better💞

AN | Anyways, have I mentioned lately how much I love him? Yes? Well, you are once again reminded. Basically - in which Eddie gets sick and you take care of him. Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Pining Idiots

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Shit," you glanced at your watch before looking up and down the long hallway. You’d gotten turned around, still finding the campus confusing, despite the fact that it wasn’t huge. And now you were going to be late for class…again. You hiked your backpack higher onto your shoulder, letting out a long sigh, “damn it.”

“Heya,” from around the corner popped a tall, lithe figure that caused you to gasp in surprise. His smile turned sheepish as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. You’d seen him around before, in the two weeks you’d been at Hawkins, but hadn’t yet spoken to him. You were pretty sure his name was Eddie, “didn’t mean to scare you but I heard you…well, cursing to yourself and couldn’t help but wonder if you needed some help.”

“Y-yeah,” you admitted with a small huff, a flush already warming up your face, but you were unsure if that was due to your embarrassment or nerves, “I got turned around again and can’t find Mr. Morris’ classroom for calculus.”

“Calculus,” a little smirk tugged up the corner of his movie as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from making more of a fool out of yourself, “smart girl. I can show you where the room is, if you’d like. But you’re going to be a little late.”

“Can’t really make much more of a fool out of myself than I already have,” you shrugged lightly, desperately trying to play off his little term of endearment, “wait - shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Study hall,” he murmured, although there was much less studying that happened than anything else. He’d been using the time recently to work on a new dnd campaign, “I guess that leaves you with two options: I can show you to the classroom, or you can rebel and come hang out with me.”

“That’s a bold assumption that I would even want to hang out with you,” there was a teasing lilt to voice that caused him to laugh lightly. You held out your hand and told him your name, “but either way it’s nice to meet you. It’s hard to meet new friends, especially when you’re fresh here as a senior.”

“Eddie,” aha, you had been correct after all, “and trust me - it’s hard to make friends with people, even if you’ve been here your whole life.”

“Fantastic,” your sarcasm caused both of you to laugh. You liked him, you quickly decided; he looked the complete opposite of you and yet you found it incredibly easy to talk to him. What was that old saying? Opposites attract or something like that.

“So, whaddya say?” he rocked back and forth on heels, as if it really was a question on what you wanted to do, “class? Or hanging out with your new friend Eddie?”

“New friend, huh?” you asked and he nodded eagerly, “alright then. What have you got in mind to pass the time?”

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“Whatcha reading?” Eddie sat down across from you, a big, dopey smile on his face as you beamed at him. You could feel a few people turn to watch the two of you, but paid it no mind. You were well aware of the fact that the two of you presented a very clashing picture; you were soft and delicate while he was rough and hardened. But if you anyone gave him more than a five second chance, they would realize just how wonderful of a person he truly was. 

“Nothing,” you snapped the book shut without even marking your page and tossed it face down on the bench next to you. He rested his elbow on the table and put his hand in his hand as he watched you with curiosity, “what’s up, Eddie?”

“Nothing,” he repeated as you nodded, “didn’t look like nothing, sweetheart. You looked pretty invested.”

“Nope,” you insisted, but he was already sneaking his arm under the table and snatched up the well worn paperback. You barely protested, instead trying to gauge his reaction. When you noticed that his face lit up, you visibly relaxed, “The Gunslinger? How very…unexpected.”

“I…” you worried your bottom lip as he tapped his fingers over the cover, “it’s a good series. I really like Stephen King.”

He leaned in and crooked his finger towards you. You couldn’t help the bit of nervous laughter that bubbled up, “you, sweetheart, are a nerd. A grade A, certified nerd. Who would have thought?”

“I am not!” you were giggling now and couldn’t help but gently put your hand on his cheek, leaning in further, “I am not a nerd, Eddie Munson.”

“You are,” he insisted with a cheeky laugh, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Nerds are the best, and sometimes they’re pretty cute. You don’t have to hide who you are. Not with me.”

“Fine,” you gave in and sat back down, missing the feeling of his soft skin under your hand. You were pretty sure that you were the one he was calling cute, but weren’t even going to delve into right now. Your mind was going haywire enough, “I am a nerd. What’s even more so, I’m probably a dork too.”

“Even better,” his smile was so easy and infectious, “I have an important question for you. Well, two really, but one is dependent on the other.”

“Go on…”

“Have you heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation and he perked up immediately, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you play.”

“I don’t just play,” he playfully scoffed before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “I’m the DM.”

“Consider me impressed,” you grinned, “now what’s the second question?”

“Want to come hang out with me…and my friends?”

“Yeah,” he handed your book back over, which you quickly slipped into your backpack, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Once you join, you can never leave,” he teased, “you’ll be tarnished forever - last opportunity to back out.”

“Not a chance, Munson,” you almost jumped as you followed, passing for a moment to press a kiss to cheek, which caused an immediate flush of pink to color his cheeks, “I think it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Eddie!” you’d knocked on his door and waited for a response, but nothing came. After a few minutes you grabbed the spare key from the spot where it was hidden and let yourself into his trailer. It was quiet, almost too quiet, and you knew he was home. A bit of worry prickled up and you wondered if something had happened in the time Wayne had left for the day and your arrival, “Eds?”

Nothing looked out of the place so you slowly walked back to his bedroom, softly knocking on the partially open door. When a heavy yawn met your years, you finally relaxed, “come in.”

“Hi,” you grinned when you stepped in and saw that he was still bundled in his blanket. He gave you a small smile as you went and sat on the edge of the bed, “look at you, sleepyhead. It’s almost noon.”

“Shit,” he groaned. You’d had plans to leave early for breakfast before going out to the lake, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I-I wasn’t feeling too good last night and I thought I could sleep it off.”

You shook your head both in amusement and admonishment at him before reaching over and gently touching his face. He sounded a little raspy, and cheeks and forehead were warm, “you don’t have to apologize for getting sick, silly. I’m pretty sure you have a cold - how does your body feel?”

“Tired,” he admitted, “achy.”

“Well then,” your touch was gentle as you brushed a few roguish curls of his face, “breakfast and the lake will always be there another day. But today, you’re going to let me take care of you.”

“No,” he protested weakly; while he didn’t want you to potentially catch whatever he had, he also would give almost anything to spend time with you. The two of you had grown closer than he’d ever thought over the last couple of months. You still managed to make his heart skip a few beats whenever he saw you - what he didn’t know was that he did the same to you, “you’ll get it too.”

“If I’m going to get whatever you have, it’s already too late for that,” you insisted, “we spend all of our time together. And on top of that, I know you won’t take proper care of yourself, Eddie Munson. So you’re going to let me take care of you instead. Don’t even try and argue.”

“I like it when a woman takes charge,” his grin was cheeky, but he quickly came down with a small coughing spell which just caused you to give him that look.

“I’m going to get you some tea and make breakfast,” you stood up before he could say anything else, “you need to keep hydrated and eat something. After that you’re taking a hot shower and getting some clean clothes on. Yes?”

“Yeah,” his stomach flipped as he noticed the soft expression on your face, “you don’t have to do this, ya know.”

“I want to, Eddie,” you promised; he couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him this much attention and…love. You held his gaze for a moment, feeling like he could see straight through you. When you couldn’t take it any longer, you cleared your throat and looked away, “I’ll be back in a few.”

“Thanks, babe.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───-

Thanks babe. Those two simple words were ping-ponging around your head the entire time you shuffled around the small kitchen, throwing together some food for breakfast. Thanks babe. He had to know the effect that had over you - the effect he had over you. Maybe you were that obvious in your affections too, and just hadn’t realized it. But…no. You were friends - good friends - that was all.

By the time you had a cup of tea ready for him, topped off with a bit of honey, you walked back to his room and found him back asleep. You couldn’t help your smile as you set the steaming mug on his bedside table. His blanket had fallen down, exposed his naked torso and it became a herculean task not to stare. You allowed yourself a quick peek before tucking him in and smoothing his hair back. You definitely should not have been having these thoughts about your friend while he was there sick and sleeping. 

You’d let him sleep for a little while, bringing him breakfast when he was awake. You were perched on the other side of the bed, making sure he had everything he needed, and he’d insisted on sharing the food with you, not taking no for an answer. He was just as stubborn as you were. 

When he was done, you went and turned on the shower, trying to find the perfect temperature before going back to him. 

“Do you have clean pajamas?” you held out your hand to help him up from bed, and he slid his hand into yours without hesitation. When he stood up, you saw that he was only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. Of course you immediately zoned in on that, staring at the dark patch of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing under the waistband. 

“You alright?” There was a bit of teasing behind his question but you quickly recovered and just gave him a nod before gently pushing him in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’ll grab a clean towel and some clean clothes for you,” you were whispering, not trusting your own voice not to give you away, “I’ll lay them on the counter but I…I won’t look. Promise. I mean there’s the shower curtain so I wouldn’t see anything, but I, ugh - I’m not gonna watch you shower. That would be weird - n-not that I wouldn’t want to see, but I - wait. No, I mean-”

“Relax,” he laughed at your nervous stammering as your face warmed up. Would it be too much to ask for the floor to open up and swallow you whole? It would have been better than having to look at him again, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not…” you waved your hand before stepping out of the bathroom and almost closing the door the whole way, “b-be right back.”

You could hear him giggling under his breath as you waited for him to get into the shower, listening for the swish of the curtain. You had to get a hold of yourself before you made a complete fool of yourself. 

“Fuck,” you hissed as you dug into his dresser to grab some pants and a shirt. His drawers were surprisingly organized for what you’d expected from him, and it didn’t take long to gather the items. They were soft in your hands and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing them to your face and inhaling the smell of the cheap detergent mixed with his scent. It was intoxicating and you were half tempted to steal a shirt for yourself to wear, “shit. Get it together.”

You rapped your knuckles against the door before quickly darting in to set everything on the counter and almost ran back out. While he was showering, you grabbed some clean linens out of the small closet that served as storage, and changed his sheets for him. It wasn’t much, but you hoped the feeling of being clean and sleeping in a clean bed would make him feel a little better. 

Grabbing the dirty sheets, along with the discarded clothes laying on the floor, you started the washer. It wasn’t much, but it was one less thing for him or Wayne to worry about. When you heard the shower turn off and the curtain pull back again, your heart started racing. You were cleaning up the kitchen, unsure of what to do when he came back out. Should you pretend the moment never happened? Should you leave as soon as he was settled back in bed? Should you run out now? Should - 

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he stood on the other side of the counter, a lazy smile on his features. He still looked pale and tired, but he did look better, and hopefully felt better, “thank you, for everything. You didn’t have to do any of this, sweetheart.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted gently, “you’d do the same for me.”

“Of course,” he motioned for you to follow him back to his room and dropped the tea towel in your hands without hesitation and padded after him. His entire face lit up when he noticed that you’d picked up around the room and he now had clean bedding, “holy shit, baby. You definitely didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Seeing your reaction made it worth it alone,” your smile was shy and couldn’t quite bring yourself to look at him, “being sick sucks so hopefully this makes it a little better.”

“More than a little,” he insisted with a small yawn before slowly crawling back under the blankets. You stood there, happy to see that he was feeling even minutely better, before deciding to leave so he could rest, “can I ask you for one more thing?”

“What is it?”

“Will you stay?” his question was so soft you weren’t even sure you’d heard him properly until he scooted over to make more room for you. You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, knowing that you really wanted to join him, but also not wanting to push any more boundaries, “please?”

You answered his question by gently getting into the bed next him, the warmth from his body radiating onto you. He threw the blanket over you as you laid down next him, faces barely inches from each other. How was it possible that he was even more beautiful up close? You could see all of the long eyelashes around his pretty, honeyed eyes, and his full, pink lips. You spotted some faint freckles dusted along the top of cheeks and nose, a little detail you hadn’t noticed before. 

“You’re staring,” he grinned as you just playfully scoffed, “don’t worry, I like staring at you too. You’re really fuckin’ pretty.”

“So are you, Eddie,” you couldn’t contain the nervous bit of laughter that bubbled up as you buried your face into the pillow. He reached a tentative hand over, tracing his fingers along your jaw before stroking your cheek. Despite the rough calloused fingertips, his touch was delicate and tender.

“Why’d you stay? When you realized I was sick?” you knew where his questioning was going, knowing you needed to tread lightly if you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself, “you didn’t have to.”

“I…I wanted to,” you whispered, “I…I wanted to make sure you’re taken care of. You’re always looking out for us, love, and you put yourself last. I want to make sure you know…how much you mean to me. I want to take care of you, Eddie. I…I care a lot about you. Like…a lot, a lot.”

“Yeah?” he asked softly as bit your lip and nodded. He touched your face again, tenderly running his thumb under your bottom lip, “I love you.”

“W-what?” your eyes widened in surprise as he laughed softly, “Eddie-”

“I’d kiss you right now,” and oh. If that wasn’t enough to make your heart practically melt and butterflies to flutter around in your tummy. He leaned in closer, so just the tip of his nose was brushing against yours, “but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” the smile on your face threatening to break it in half, “we’re in your bed, inches apart. If I’m going to get sick, I’m going to get sick.”

“My pretty girl,” he brushed his knuckle over your cheekbone, “my smart girl. If that’s the case, does that mean I can kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathed nervously, “y-you can kiss me.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand and closed the little bit of remaining distance, pressing his lips softly to yours. It was a slow, soft little thing, and if he hadn’t been sick, you’d have grabbed him and kissed him harder. Instead, you melted into his sweet, saccharine touches, “when I’m not sick, I’m going to kiss you properly.”

“Oh yeah?” you leaned in and stole a few more pecks from him, “I look forward to that.”

“Promise baby,” he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, “is this okay?”

“More than,” you rested your head on his chest before tangling your legs up with his, “will you do something for me now?”

“Hmm?”

“Rest,” you closed your eyes and held onto him tightly, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“I can do that,” he kissed the top of your head before relaxing into the soft pillow and blankets. 

“Oh and Eddie? One more thing,” he hummed under his breath, able to feel you smiling against him, “I love you too.”

[jaestrz]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧 이석민

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

genre: angst??? | fluff

pairing: dokyeom/seokmin x afab reader

warning: arguing (they make up after)

a/n: idk how to say this but i was listening to don’t listen in secret and this really motivates me to write. just enjoy this lol. The title was so random but I really don’t have anymore thoughts on titles. Pls help your girl out

someone is not in a good mood. Seokmin thought to himself, seeing the bitter look as if it was written all across your face.

The car ride was silent with your back turned against as you faced the car door.

He didn’t know what he did wrong but it did paranoid him to know that he’s been getting silent treatment for a mistake that he didn’t even know what the hell he did.

As soon as the both of you got home, he stopped you from going to bed.

“are you going to treat me like this without telling me what’s wrong? You’ve been acting like this since we got out from hybe building.” Seokmin confronted, leaving you to glare at him.

You frown. “i’m tired.”

“can you goddamn tell me what I did to make you upset? I don’t understand. You’re fine and the next second you’re pissed over something about me.”

It wasn’t intentionally for Seokmin to snap at you but by the reaction on your face, he knew that you were taken aback by the slight raising tone in his voice. You scoffed. “Oh i’m pissed about you? Yes min, i am so damn stressed out right now. Now you care about my shitty attitude towards you? That didn’t happened when you’re with her.”

“It’s one small matter y/n, i wasn’t flirting with her for goodness sake. Why are you so bitter about this? We see her everyday and now you’re reacting like this?”

You never really liked the new staff Hyejin that recently applied a few months ago. You’re not trying to be villain but you liked her until there was rumours going around about her having interest in Seokmin.

Seokmin was a friendly human. Too friendly to be exact.

Seeing him today talking to mostly Hyejin and leaving you in the dark really pulled a string to your emotions.

“get yourself together y/n. You need to start seeing that I have nothing for Hyejin. You know better.” Seokmin replied.

Was it because he was exhausted as you were or was it by the bad day he experienced today that made him like this.

It happened so sudden. Even Seokmin couldn’t process what had just happened let alone you who stormed out to the the both of your bedroom.

The air tension was tight around his neck, his fingers comb throughly in between gaps of his fingers while he suck in a sharp breath. This rarely happened. Both of you fought at least thrice a year but it was never to the point where it ended up unsolved.

The words that once came out of his mouth left a sense of regret in his own taste. God he felt so awful for saying those to you.

Seokmin didn’t say anything, instead he just let you have your own space while he have his own thoughts in the living room. He gave 30 minutes by just staring at the blank white wall before moving to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

The silent of home was strangling him mentally.

He refilled the empty glass before making his way to the bedroom, seeing how dim the light of the bedroom was. The only source of light was from his own bedside table.

You weren’t asleep but your phone was on a playlist of songs.

His playlist.

Feeling the bed sinks under the touch of his weight, he let out a soft sigh. His left hand caressing your face, seeing how you tried to avoid his touch.

He was a little hurt but he couldn’t stop thinking about the words he said that probably hurt you more. So he didn’t stop into trying to get closer to you. No matter how hard you tried to pull away from him, it would always end up with you in his arms. “Don’t push away from me please. Just a little sip. I will appreciate if you take a sip. I know you’re tired and angry with me baby.” His grip around your body was firm but not too hard to hurt you.

Your head was against his chest, watching as he brings the cup to your lips and encouraging you to drink some water to calm you down. When you actually did, Seokmin had a small smile on his face. “Thank you for listening to me sweetheart.” He murmured, kissing softly at your temple.

What’s weird was it works every time one or two sides of party gets frustrated. Seokmin probably learnt this from his mom but it helps him relaxed after drinking some water.

The sound of glass clicked against the bedside table.

The tears that had fall from your eyes were breaking his heart. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for breaking your heart.” His tone was complete the opposite to a few hours ago. He seems more sort out in his mind and it look like you were too.

“what can I do to get you to forgive me sweetheart?” Seokmin wiped the tears off your face, peppering your face with gentle kisses.

You were so close to him, you could smell the scent of his cologne.

It was hard to get mad at him for too long. He felt your arms wrapped around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “i’m sorry.”

You weren’t good with apologies but Seokmin still took it as it is.

“stay with me please min.”

His heart melt at your request. How could he say no to his girl.

“I’ll stay with you until the end of the world baby.”

[writtenonreceipts]

first of all THANK YOU for the prompt list, it is marvelous!!

secondly, i feel like you could do something completely brilliant with #23, Hold my hand, it's almost over.

idk what it is but prompt lists are so fun for me. i'm not the best at them, but i like seeing what i can do with them, lol. i hope they provide some inspiration :)

as for the prompt...how's about some elorcan?

Canon, in which Elide is determined to finally heal her ankle.

Warnings: depictions of extreme pain/distress, mentions of potential miscarriage ~2.4k words

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There Now, Steady Love

Searing hot pain rippled up Elide’s ankle and to her thigh.  It was unlike anything she’d experienced before as it drove not just into her muscles, but her very bones as well.

She screamed around the rag that had been stuffed into her mouth to try and prevent her from waking the dead.  It wasn’t working.  In fact, Elide wondered if calling upon Anneith would be more helpful than the damned rag.  Death sounded like better relief than to keep enduring whatever this was.

“A little longer,” Yrene’s calm voice informed her.

Elide groaned and squeezed her eyes shut.  This was hell.  It had to be.

After over a year of preparatory probing and research, Yrene and Elide had finally determined the best course of action in healing Elide’s damaged ankle.  Yet no amount of work could ready Elide for feeling as though her entire body were being ripped apart sinew by sinew.

The pain wasn’t just limited to her leg.  No.  It extended through every nerve ending, every muscle, every ligament.  It was all she could do to keep from passing out.

“Almost,” Yrene said.  Her voice somehow pierced the clouded haze of Elide’s mind.  The promise of relief was not very comforting right now.

The healing had been long discussed and anticipated ever since Yrene first recommended it.  Even with waiting until after Yrene delivered her baby and had time to regain strength—they’d both been eager to see what they could accomplish on the matter.  And then Elide had been busy rebuilding Perranth and making sure the peerage was settled in their new duties.  Not to mention attempting to tame Lorcan into behaving around the lot of them.  The time just hadn’t been feasible to make this actually happen.

Elide had been waiting years for this and she would endure the pain.  Because once this part of her life was over with—she could truly move on from her past.  Even if she’d come to terms with her parents' deaths and her uncle's treatment of her, Elide knew that being able to walk (for herself) was a stepping stone she needed to pass.

“Alright,” Yrene said, withdrawing her soft hands from Elide’s burning foot.

The relief wasn’t immediate, pain still lanced through her leg and pulsed with each heartbeat, but Elide could finally take a full breath.

“Mala above,” Elide gasped, spitting out the makeshift gag. “Are you sure you gave me enough laudanum?”

“I can’t have you completely delirious,” Yrene reminded her.

It had been a long, arduous discussion especially after Lorcan had gotten involved.

Elide felt a new round of tears prick her eyes as she caught her breath.  Hadn’t she cried enough?  Wasn’t there a point in which the pain would finally numb everything away?  

She looked to the empty stool beside her bed.  She’d wanted this—for Lorcan not to be there.  Even if his magic would have helped her endure the pain.  He would have forced Yrene to stop hours ago and insisted they could go again another day.

Elide loved that brute of a demi-fae but she knew what she wanted.  Still, she had betrayed him in letting him go off with Rowan, Fenrys, and Vaughn for a respite in the mountains.  The males of the court were antsy for something to do other than organize treaties and listen to badgering farmers.  Vaughn had been the only one she’d told about her plans because he was the only one she could trust to keep a secret.

It was the perfect opportunity to start the healing process.

But as Elide rubbed the muscles of her leg and wiped her nose on her shoulder—all she could feel was guilt.  She knew that, despite his protestations, Lorcan wanted to be here for Elide.  He wanted to help her with the pain and recovery.  Elide loved him for it.  Loved him for that ferocity he had.  And she couldn’t help but wish he was there now.  Damn her.

“Are you ready?” Yrene asked as Elide slowly sat up again. “I’ve gotten past the callouses built up on the bones, we can move on to the muscles with more focus.”

Elide cursed.  It already felt like her entire leg had been torn apart, what more could she take.  

Yrene smiled grimly.  Her thick, dark curls spiraled out from beneath her headwrap and sweat stained her brow. “You can do this, Elide.”

“What about you?” Elide prodded. “Regretting your life choices yet?”

“After delivering a seven-pound baby,” Yrene said dryly, “I’m fairly certain I can withstand this.”

Elide snorted a laugh.  She’d helped Yrene when the time came for her delivery, the two having grown close during the war and Elide’s small dabbling’s with healing.  If there was ever a woman who knew strength and endurance it was Yrene Westfall.

“Alright,” Elide finally said.  She grabbed the gag-rag and refolded it. “I’m ready.”

Yrene moved her hands back to Elide’s outstretched legs.  When nothing happened, Elide shifted slightly.

“What?” she asked.

Yrene looked up, her honey gold eyes wary. “Are you sure you don’t want Lorcan here?”

Had her entire body not been thrumming with pain, Elide would have launched out of the bed.  Instead, she settled on a scowl.  When she shifted, her leg hummed with pain that felt like someone were plucking her ligaments like a bowstring.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Elide insisted.  

Even with the guilt in her heart, Elide was still a little mad at Lorcan.  She had no reason to be of course, not really.  She’d known he was fiercely loyal and protective.  Even a year after the events at Skulls Bay, she knew his actions still affected him.  But sometimes the male drove her insane.  

The last time Yrene and Elide were determined to set about the healing had been interrupted when a lady’s maid had made the incorrect assumption that Elide’s courses were late.  Right where Lorcan could hear.

Even with Elide’s continued assurance she wasn’t with child, Lorcan had remained staunchly alert of everything Elide did and insisted they hold off on the healing process.  Her cycles were irregular in any case and there weren’t any of the tell-tale signs of pregnancy.  Besides, she’d simply known.  Perhaps it was terror at the thought of having a baby or simply feeling that it couldn’t be possible.  They’d been careful with tonics and everything.  Not to mention they were not even a year into their marriage—they wanted to wait.  In any case, Lorcan had taken a note out of Rowan’s book and become fussy and overbearing on what could have been.  The effort and bodily fatigue of the healing process simply wouldn’t have made a pregnancy viable.  Elide understood that and if she had been pregnant that first time, she would have agreed with her husband.

“He’s your mate, Elide,” Yrene said, “he could help with this.”

“It’s fine,” Elide insisted.  Her chest seized just a little at the thought.  Her mate.  The person who knew her better than anyone.  She still wasn’t convinced of that fact.  But sometimes when Lorcan looked at her she could feel that thread of love wrapping around her heart.

Yrene pursed her lips.  “You get to deal with the angry demi-fae.”

Elide stuck the rag in her mouth in answer.  She could handle her husband.  She’d waited long enough for her ankle to be healed.

Rolling her eyes, Yrene ran her hands over Elide’s ankle again.  This time the pain came immediately.  A dull ache throbbed in Elide’s ankle.  The heavy pain rolled slowly up her leg settling just above her heel.  It remained there for several seconds before inching up beneath her skin bit by bit.  

Elide fisted her fingers into the sheets of the bed.  It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in a day or else she was convinced she’d make a mess of herself.  The pain worked its way higher up her calf now.  Her muscles were quivering with being rearranged and adjusted like this.

The pain was getting so intense that Elide felt a sharp tug burrow deep in her chest.  Snarling against the gag, she nearly arched off the bed at that.

“Breathe, Elide!” Yrene barked.  The order was laughable.  How the hell could she breathe right now?

As stars burst behind Elide’s eyes and a low hum began in her ears, she was certain she’d passed out.  She couldn’t focus on anything beyond that pain.  She needed her husband.  That much was certain.  Elide could take a hit to her pride at that.  She didn’t care.

And then, just as the thought wormed through her mind—there was a sliver of ease among the hurt.  It was bare, soft and gentle as it soothed over her and Elide could finally suck down a breath.

She didn’t have time to consider what had happened when a large, warm hand curled around hers.

The sense of relief the oozed through Elides muscles was immediate and a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.  She was surrounded by the warm scent of cinnamon and she knew Lorcan was there.

He was saying something, but Elides ears were ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything but remaining conscious.  There was a steady cadence to his words and Elide was certain he was only offering support.  His magic ran along Elide’s body like cool tendrils and more of that deep hurt thrumming in her body disappeared.

“Okay!” Yrene shouted, breaking through the haze of pain in Elides mind.

At once the ache eased and all that was left was Lorcan’s easy magic running over Elide’s leg.

“Mala above!” Elide snarled, spitting the gag out.  She cursed several more times, rolling onto her side, closer to where Lorcan was.

One of his hands went to her cheek running along her jaw and into her hair.  She leaned into his touch, desperate to have him nearby.  When she finally blinked through her tears, Elide looked up to her husband who gazed anxiously down at her.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he murmured.

“You worry too much,” Elide said.  Her words didn’t have as much bravado as she wanted.  Instead, her voice was raspy from screaming.

Lorcan bowed his head down to press his forehead to hers.  His onyx eyes gleamed as he held her gaze.  She could feel the worry and hurt emanating from him.

“I could feel the minute it started,” he told her.  The hand still entwined in her fingers squeezed tightly.  “You scared me before Vaughn told me what you’d planned.”

Elide would whack Vaughn for his betrayal later. For now, she took a shaky breath. “I knew you’d try and talk me out of this.”

Her husband let out an unamused bark. “You are the most stubborn woman I know, Elide.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of this.  But I don’t have to like the pain you’re putting yourself through.”

“I can take it,” she replied.  She frowned up at him, earning a wry chuckle.

Lorcan pressed a kiss to her nose. “I know you can, heart.  But will you please let me help you?”

Taking a few deep breaths, Elide rolled onto her back again and spared a glance to Yrene.  Her friend was pretending to not be listening to them as she took a long drink from a water skein.

“Thank-you,” Elide whispered looking back at her husband.  Lorcan smiled, something soft and far sweeter than she ever saw from her.  Her heart seized at the sight.

Yrene cleared her throat softly. “I see a bit of scar tissue built up along the muscles.  It’s going to take some work to clear up.  But once that’s done, I’m sure it should be a bit easier going forward.”

Sitting up a little bit more against the stack of pillows behind her, Elide nodded stiffly.

“Then let's start.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide wondered how much longer it would take before he climbed up on the bed beside her.  And if she were being honest, Elide wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hold my hand,” Lorcan said, offering his hand once again. “It’s almost over.”

Elide did so, gripping his fingers tighter than before.  She stuffed the gag in her mouth again and braced for the pain again.

…

Elide had no idea how long she’d slept for.  It could have been hours; it could have been days.  All she knew was that when she woke up her leg pulsed with an ache.  

Whimpering, Elide tried to roll on her side.  Tried to because her husband lay next to her with a heavy arm draped over her that prevented her from moving too far.  At the sounds she made, Lorcan stirred.  His arm tightened around her.  His nose nuzzled into her neck and his breath was warm against her skin.

“Elide?” he murmured. “Are you awake?”

The question had her wondering how often she’d spent in a delirium of pain unable to actually speak.

“Regrettably,” she told him.

Lorcan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.  His frown made deep grooves appear on his brow as he considered her words. 

Smiling, Elide raised a hand to smooth over her jaw. “I’m fine.  Don’t worry.”

Her words didn’t convince him as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Are you hungry?” Lorcan asked.

Elide shook her head.  She felt nauseous and was more than willing to lay in bed.

“I just want to stay here,” she said.

Lorcan settled back beside her and pulled her tighter against him. “We can do that.”

His magic was a steady thread around her that Elide could have easily fallen back asleep.

“Thank-you,” she sighed. “For believing in me.”

Humming, Lorcan ran a hand along her side. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It was something I needed to do.”  She said the words softly, carefully.  Lorcan had always given her leave to run the house, run her life, as she saw fit.  He often came to her to ask for advice as well.  Still, she could understand his protective nature.

“I know,” Lorcan said.  He kept up his soothing ministrations along her side. “How’s your leg?”

“Not the best,” Elide admitted.  She nestled into Lorcan though, and sighed. “But you’re here.”

“Always,” he promised, “my heart.”

And that was all she needed.

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