#i promise that puppet does love his boyfriend

[pinata-candy]

More old art of them <3

[astraystayyh]

Backburner

Han x reader. Han is a toxic ex who won't let you move on. Angst.

Inspired by Backburner- Niki. skz song series masterlist

It's been seven weeks since you and Han broke up.

Not that you're keeping count, but it's easy to remember when he calls you every Saturday night. Without fault.

He's the one who broke up with you, flimsy excuses and teary eyes as he left your apartment. Talks about how he wasn't enough for you, how he couldn't be present for you, how he couldn't love you the way you needed to be loved.

But you wanted his love, not the one he suddenly deemed you worthy of.

Maybe that's why you still picked up, even though it's reeling you back to seven weeks ago when he had just left you. Han's no longer here and yet, he's not letting you move on. He's the perfume that lingers in the elevator long after the person is gone; he's the feeling of floating on the waves that sticks with you long after you come home from the beach.

He's an expert at kneading nostalgia into your soul, at holding you hostage by the ropes of your shared memories. You are a puppet in his hands, dangling over the edge of oblivion, only to be pulled back each time you attempt to forget.

And he's calling again, at 2 am, like he always does. You don't have to glance at your phone to know it's Han- you never changed the special ringtone you set for him. And you pick up, like you always do.

I can't lie it feels nice that you're calling

"Hey, were you sleeping?" he asks after a few silent beats.

"No, I wasn't."

He clears his throat, and you imagine him lying on his bed, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. If you close your eyes long enough, you can still smell his cologne and the fabric softener he uses. Or maybe he changed it. You aren't around anymore to know.

"I miss you." His voice sounds broken, coming out in a strangled whisper. As horrible as it sounds, you enjoyed knowing that he felt as miserable as you- that his soul still ached for you as you ached for him.

You sound sad and alone, and you are stalling

He coughs again, trying to fill the silence from your end, but you don't budge. You never know what to expect from these calls. Sometimes he'd talk about his day, as if nothing happened, as if he was still your boyfriend and he was calling you on the way home.

Sometimes you'd both stay silent, your breaths the only thing echoing through the phone call. You'd put it on speaker and pretend he was there, lying next to you. That you'd wake up in the morning and find him smiling at your sleeping figure, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

And sometimes, he'd tell you how much he loves you. Those phone calls hurt the most, because if he loved you, he would have stayed, right?

I don't care about what you want, as long as you keep talking

"Yn, I... I really miss you."

"Han..." you trail out, as hot tears well in your eyes. It was hard not to crumble when he spoke this way, his words tugging harshly at your heartstrings. It brings you back to all the times he was away, bound by work obligations. How he always told you he missed you, and within it, a silent promise that he'd come back. That he'd unravel the need within you, filling every dent and crack in your heart since he left. Unlike now, gone for good.

"It's the truth, I wait all week for this one call. It's the only thing keeping me going."

Talking to Han makes you experience different emotions, all at once. Relief- when you hear his voice for the first time in a week, and you realize you still haven't forgotten how your name sounds rolling off his tongue. Sadness- when you remember that this is now the remains of your relationship. The pain wraps around you slowly- like vines intertwining themselves with old buildings, deserted just like your heart.

And then anger- when he says things like this; as if he isn't the instigator of this pain, as if some force greater than the two of you forced you apart. It maddens you, how he stabs you and then he weeps over your bloody body.

"Then why did you break up with me, Han? If it's hurting you this much then why are we even apart?" you ask, anger barely contained.

"I told you, I'm never here. You don't deserve a boyfriend like this," his tone is exasperated, as if this is a simple truth and you are supposed to swallow it down your throat, along with the rest of your feelings.

"Then stop fucking calling me Han. You aren't here but you won't let me move on!"

"Because I don't want you to move on!" he yells, and you startle at the raw pain laced in his voice. "I'm scared if I don't call you anymore, you'll forget me," his voice cracks. "And... And we'll meet ten years from now in the aisle of a random supermarket, and you'd be in love with someone else while I'm still buying the shampoo you recommended to me."

"I'm tired Han," you choke out, phone now shaking in your hand.

You'd think I'd be a fast learner, but guess I won't ever mind- crisping up on your backburner.

"Me too, baby."

"Don't call me that," you beg, "please, don't call me that."

It's pathetic but at least you are too

"I want to see you," he says, tone pleading. And you can envision him perfectly, wounded eyes looking into yours, his lower lip quivering at the thought of you saying no.

"It's not love when you treat someone this way," you tell him, wiping your tears away. "To put someone in the corner and only think of them when you are fucking lonely."

"I think of you all the time," he cuts you off, "you never leave my mind, even when I'm away. Especially when I'm away."

After everything you put me through, I somehow still believe in you

"This is wrong," you whisper, as your resolve weakens, as your longing for him threatens to consume you whole. You no longer care that his hands are choking you as long as he soothes down the burn after.

"I know it is, but I love you. Say it back, please. I need to hear it."

I'll always be in your corner

"Please," he repeats, and he sounds so vulnerable, in his way of begging you. As if your words are the oxygen with which he breathes.

"I love you."

Cause I don't feel alive until I'm burning on your backburner

You are already at the door when you hear someone knocking on it. You don't have to look through the peephole to see who it is.

You open the door, and Han's there, phone still brought up to his ear.

"Let me in?"

He doesn't need to ask, you always will.

[astrecium]

Ah, sorry I forgot! 😅😭 Character of choice in my request is Wanderer^^

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where when ? !?

bf!wanderer x reader

cw: reader has a mental breakdown, only. SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH, it's not my first language

summary: In which Reader's thought's spiraled out of control because of their abandonment trauma, and caused a mental breakdown.

(I didnt know what to make the breakdown about.. sorry if this isn't what you wanted.)

"are you sure you are alright?" Wanderer asked you. It wouldn't matter

now anyway,

he was leaving with one of the student groups he claims to tolerate at the akadimiya. You didn't see anything wrong with that at first, instead, it's nice to see your boyfriend making friends! "Nope, you can go."

Wanderer came to you once again, giving you a quick and small hug. "k, see you later." he said before turning his back to you, reaching for the door, opening it then leaving. He promised he would come back before night, it's ok to trust him now!

the rest of the noon you spent your time doing whatever. watching tv, playing with your phone, reading.. but something kept crossing your mind every once in a while.

"but what if he's actually leaving me? That friend of his is looks pretty enough to attract his attention."

You didn't pay much attention to it. But the question kept coming back, again and again. Consequently, you started thinking more than you should about it. Did you do anything that upset him? Heck, he was once a god, you are just you. Does he actually even like you? He's going to leave you like the others did, you've been through relationships before and this always happens.

and suddenly that was everything you could think about. It's so late now, shouldn't he be home already? Maybe he's having too much fun with them, unlike you, they can be funny to spend time with. You put your phone down, sitting in bed. Maybe you should just wait.

The clock keeps ticking, and you still didn't hear the sound of the keys. The sky is dark already, and where is he? Probably leaving you. You never manage to keep the people you love, do you? You loved him so much, but maybe that wasn't enough to keep him.

you try to get up. But your legs are trembling so hard, you can't bring yourself to do it, so you just crawl to pick up a blanket and cover yourself, sat on the bed biting your nails, unable to do anything but ponder and ponder. By time, you were crying already. Your chest hurts so much, no matter how hard you try to stop thinking about it, it just won't go away. Anxiety growing more and more, Your body feels heavier than usual. You kept yourself under the covers, Covering and "insuring" you of everything but yourself.

*Click!

The lights came on, the key made a noise and you didn't even notice. And there he was, staring at the blanket and shaking. Honestly, he didn't even know what to do...comfort you? He doesn't know how to do this. Giving you space would make him a complete asshole. He would even swallow dry, but being a puppet, his mouth doesn't create enough saliva for him to do that. Light steps took him to where you were, placing a hand that seemed much heavier to you.

"you...fine over there?" The question would almost irritate you if he wasn't exactly the one you need at the moment — you're crying, biting your nails, what does he think. Unable to make any coherent noise other than sobs, you just nod, it was automatic. You weren't right there.” The wanderer sighed, slowly sitting down next to him. He didn't ask why you collapsed, instead he gave you a hug, this time stronger and more gentle, Bringing you close to him, until your head touches his shoulder. There was no noise other than the sobbing, neither he nor you have any idea what to say in a situation like this. He would slap you on the back a few times, sighing a few 'shhh, it's over now.' And it stayed like that until you fell asleep. Your tears wet the sleeve of his shirt completely, but he leaves it to pull your ear later. He kept giving you some gentle taps on your back to calm you down, even if you are still asleep.

He didn't get out of bed that night, no. He stayed there until the morning, only leaving when he was going to wake you up, he went to make you something to eat. He wakes you up in a much 'gentle' way than usual. "We can talk about it if you want or whatever.”

IM SORRY FOR THE TIME THIS TOOK I DIDNT MEAN TO HAVE AN WRITEBLOCK FIR MORE THAN 3 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bunny-1111]

Forever is ours - Theo Nott fic

Summary: Pressures of the war cause you to lash out, your boyfriend Theo is right there to remind you what you’re fighting for

Author note: wrote a longgggg time ago, found in drafts, not edited or read over lol

Slight Angst and Major fluff

... 

The pressure of the war was only intensifying so much so that you pulled away from everyone, including your boyfriend.

It was so exhausting being a puppet of the dark lords, you whole friend group were and you and Theo had pledged you could get each other through.

But it was so much, too much, trying to balance and breathe.

When Professor Mcgonagall asked you if you had completed the assigned homework, that was it. You had not and finding the time was terrifying.

So you just looked at her, with dead eyes and shook your head and waltzed right out of class, theo joining your motion, trailing right behind you.

Tears fell as soon as you began walking the halls to get to your dorm, suddenly a pair of strong of arms pull you from behind, into a broom cupboard. 

You know who it was before you even turned to check 

“I don’t want to do this anymore” You loudly whispered 

“Hey! look at me!” Theo pleaded, your back still turned 

“I can’t do this anymore, I don’t care what the Dark Lord does” You say 

“No. We can do this, but it has to be together.” Theeo says as he turns your body to face his.

Silence lingers and you drop your head 

“I’m not doing this without you” Theo whispers 

You take a deep breathe, as you close your eyes

“I don’t know teddy, this isn’t normal” you admit 

“our whole world isn’t normal baby” Theo comforts pulling you into a hug.

“But we will get passed this” He adds

“Promise me” you beg 

“I promise” He says cupping your face 

“this isn’t forever... think about it we just get through this next year and then, then darling we have forever. forever is ours.”

“just ours, that sounds nice” you giggle

“there it is, missed that smile” he smiles tapping your lips 

You buried yourself in Theo’s chest in hope that you could say hidden with him forever.

“and where will you go when we finally obtain our ‘forever’?” you question

“By the beach, and we’ll play in the water, and sink into the sane and you can pick flowers while I work on the house” Theo imagines 

“that's lovely” you say 

“It will be, but you gotta help us get there, because we will, you and I against this world, this school, this war. We will be lovely” 

“I want it now” you sigh 

“I want nothing more, and we’ll have our privacy and we’ll start our family, kept away in a place where none of this will follow” he says tilting your head up to force you to look at him 

“I love you” You say gently placing a soft kiss on his lips 

“I love you more”  

So that was that, ammunition, with Theo by your side you remembered you could win any war, and spent the rest of your lives, trying to forget what it took you to get to forever.

[ayoharuko]

''Just for you..I'll change.'' Wanderer x Reader

This oneshot is dedicated to Wanderer! my ex main This oneshot of him is my comeback~! I hope you guys enjoy this and I'm so happy to be backkk~

My posts aren't gonna be as consistent btw, so I apologize if I do slow posts :<

Thank you for waiting for me btw :) I hope you guys enjoy reading this! Reader here is Gender Neutral (They/Them) and its a little angsty but don't worry fluff is at the end :3 Also! Its a little long soo hope you don't mind ehehehe~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me but belongs to Mihoyo/Hoyoverse, this oneshot is fictional so please try and take this too seriously :), and most importantly. Enjoy reading!

"What is love...?'' A boy wearing a veil said while a younger boy sitting across from him looked at him with sparking eyes seemingly eager to answer the question.

"Love is something beautiful! At least thats what I see or heard from other people..'' He said with a giggle.

''I..wanna experience love too...'' The young boy said with a longing gaze, ''Can i..experience love too?'' The puppet asked, this time with curiosity radiating from him.

''Someday! When you find that special someone'' The younger one answered, and from that day onwards the puppet wondered for years and years....

To finally experience the love he was promised to have

Not until he met you of course, you thought him what love really was..it felt amazing to be loved..

Wanderer sighed at the memories flowing back to him, like falling deeper into the ocean of memories...

''Kuni? You alright?'' You asked worry flashing over your beautiful eyes, "I'm fine. Did you get what you needed?'' He said standing up from his seat.

"Uh..yea, seems like they had what I needed here ehe~'' You said with that cute giggle of yours. Fuck everything you do is cute!

"Kuni? Is there anywhere else you wanna go or should we head home?'' You asked adjusting the bag you held which was taken by your boyfriend to carry, "Lets head home, I'll cook lunch" He said walking ahead of you.

"Ehhh!? But I said I'll cook lunch for us!" You said cutely pouting while catching up to him, he sighed and looked at you with soft eyes.

"We've been out and about since early in the morning...its more better you rest your feet before they get sore'' He finished still looking at you with the same soft gaze.

He saw red hue splash on your face for a split second and then you looked away from him, "O-Okay...thanks'' You said holding his hand.

At this action. The puppet blushed and held your hand tighter as you both walked towards your home.

"Are you sure you don't need help?'' You asked done changing into your comfort clothes, "Yes. just go on and rest. I'll call you when its done'' He finished not gazing at you and just preparing the ingredients.

''Okay then! Thanks Kuni~'' You said hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek, then letting go and he heard your footsteps fade.

"I thought you loved me Scara!" You yelled eyes filled with tears, your face stained with them. ''I do love you!" He yelled back at you with frustration clouding his vision, why won't you just get it!?

''If you did love me you would listen to me and stop all...all of this!'' You yelled tears staining your face more.

''But why!? I'm finally going to become an actual God! I'll be able to prove to Beelzebub that I'm!'' He paused for a quick second and continued, ''That I'm...worth it'' He finishes, frustration fading away replacing it with sadness.

''K-Kuni...'' You bit your lip and wrapped your arms around him tightly, "I..I'm just worried...i..don't want to see you hurt'' You confessed and he fell his heart swell with love.

However, his revenge and anger was way stronger than the love you had for each other, and in the end. He continued his plan. Leaving you sobbing.

Fuck was he such an asshole.

He had everything already, you were his everything, yet he choose to throw you away...he was the same as Beelzebub.

Wanderer felt his hands quiver on top of the knife he was holding, he sighed and placed the object down and put the chicken inside the oven to cook.

He went over to your shared bedroom to see you and his anxiety instantly faded away as soon as he saw your smile, ''Mind if I join you?" He asked crossing his arms, looking at you with a soft gaze.

You smiled and patted the spot next to you, he smiled softly as he lay next to you, leaning his head against the headboard.

"Whats on the menu this lunch?'' You asked closing your book to pay attention to him, ''Roasted chicken and a salad'' He answered placing his arm against your hip and pulled you closer to him.

''Hm~" You hummed a unfamiliar tune and he felt you play with his hair, your book long forgotten on the bed, ''Having fun?'' The puppet asked, eyes closing in relaxation.

"Heh..your hairs gotten a little longer, should we cut it soon?" You asked playing with his hair more. Wanderer had to think for a moment and then responded with a simple ''Sure''

''Oh..by the way, how are you feeling these days? I mean..it hasn't been too long since all of that happened...'' You asked casting a worried gaze towards him.

''I've...been..thinking back on somethings'' He answered, thinking back to the memories that came back to him awhile ago.

''I..I have to say i..I'm sorry'' The puppet said tightening his grip on you, ''Sorry? Darling..you have nothing to be sorry for-" He cut you off with his gaze filled with remorse and regret.

"No..I....I...I pushed you away, I chose my selfish desires and revenge instead of choosing the most important thing that had ever happened in this mortal life...its you'' He said now gazing at you with eyes full of love.

''Kuni..i...you know...it broke me a lot when you left me. I was just worried about you thats all. I couldn't forgive what Dottore did to you. But...I didn't stop you after trying one time..because I knew how important this was to you, even if it hurt..even if you pushed me away i....all I wanted was...was to see you happy'' You finished, tears almost staining your eyes.

Wanderer gritted his teeth and grabbed your hand and put it on top of his chest where his heart should be, he then looked at you with a lovesick gaze.

''I was so wrong and too immature that time, too blinded by power and desire, but now that I've realized everything..now that I've thought things through i..I now know...'' He then started to tear up and with a shaky voice he continued.

''That I've found my purpose in life that I've found the heart I was looking for, you were my heart''

''Your my heart, beloved. The one who controls these human emotions that I once thought were so foolish. My life, my heart and my light...''

''I love you until this wrenched world fades away''

''I won't let anything break us apart again''

As he finished his confession he saw that tears had stained your beautiful face, ''I...darn it...your..you're too sweet kuni!'' You yelled and hugged him tightly while prepping him with kisses.

He giggled and you both enjoyed prepping each other with kisses...

This was the life he desired....

This was the life he wanted.....

He wanted to change....

He wanted to change just for you...

Because...

There was nothing he wouldn't do just for you

''Kuni...? Whats that smell....?'' You asked smelling something...burning...

''....Fuck'' He then got up and ran to the kitchen, almost using his Anemo powers to go faster.

You were dumbfounded for a second when it hit you...

''......''

''THE CHICKEN!!!"

DONE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS FAR~!

Ahhh its so nice to post something~, I hope you guys liked my comeback, now their are more coming don't worry~

More from Genshin, might bring back old series that I did and maybe other content too! I hope you guys liked this oneshot of Kuni btw!

I was SO tempted to go full angst buttt this is my comeback soo I'll..I'll spare you guys ehehehehe~

Thank you for reading again and I hope you guys loved it!~

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

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Event batch 2

Another round of requests!! thank you so much guys, I'm having a bunch of fun writing these ficlets :3c I'll be closing the request form tomorrow morning, so feel free to check out my event and send in something before the cutoff!

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for @hanasbananas || Kaeya x Reader - Modern AU, college classmates 

for @magica-ren || Fatui!Scaramouche x puppet!reader - Descender/Isekai, reader falls to Teyvat and encounters early-Fatui Scara

for @magica-ren || Wanderer x Reader - reverse-Isekai, Reader handles Wanderer as he figures out how to navigate the modern world

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Study Date

“Kae….” You let out a drawn-out whine, reaching across the table to gently poke your boyfriend’s arm. “I’m bored.”

Kaeya chuckles under his breath and nudges your hand with his elbow. “You’d be less bored if you actually studied, silly,” he says, looking up from the papers he’s grading. “You’re the one who wanted to join me while I do my TA work, remember? Now, you have to sit tight for a bit until these are all checked.”

You grumble and fold your arms over the table, covering your textbook, and drop your head into the crook of your elbows. 

“But I don’t wanna…” 

“You have a test tomorrow, though.”

You groan at the reminder, throwing a small fit on your side of the table and shuffling your notebooks and papers around. With a world-weary sigh, you sit back up and take a survey of the warzone that your workspace became. You pick up your discarded pen, resting the side of your hand against your notebook and staring blankly at the scribbles of notes that you’d taken. None of the information wants to be absorbed, and you sigh again.

You feel a foot nudge yours under the table, and you respond with a lazy kick. 

“Ouch,” Kaeya says teasingly. He brings one hand to his chest, appearing most scandalized. “Is this the way you treat the love of your life? I see how it is.” 

“Studying sucks,” you declare. “I’m moving to the North Pole and becoming a penguin.”

“If you studied more, you would know penguins don’t live in the North Pole.” 

You kick him again, causing him to laugh at your misfortune. “That’s not even the subject, dummy.”

“Tell you what, sweetheart,” Kaeya says, cajoling. “How about you study for the last twenty minutes, so you’ll be ready for your test tomorrow, and when we’re done here we can go get boba? On me, of course.” 

Immediately, you brighten up and give him a wide smile. Endeared, he reaches over the table and pets your head affectionately.

“What are you, a puppy? Does the puppy want a treat for performing the ‘studying’ trick?” he teases, to which you make a bark noise. “Alright, alright, but you have to actually study, promise?”

“Okay!” You reply, giving your notebook a determined look. Without wasting any time, you begin to recopy your notes with added commentary and clarification.

Satisfied, Kaeya gives you a soft smirk and returns to his grading.

Time passes sluggishly, and though you were motivated at first you quickly grow bored again. Only the promise of boba keeps you going, and you chug through the last of your notes just as Kaeya straightens his pile of completed grading, getting up and stretching his arms above his head. You finish your last sentence with a flourish, looking up at your boyfriend with a grin.

“Done? Good puppy!” Kaeya laughs, patting your head again. “Come on, then, let’s go get boba. I’ll even get you a pastry with it, since you finished all your notes.”

“Yay!” You exclaim, jumping up and rushing to put your stuff away. “Come on! We’ve got to get there before there’s no more free tables!”

Kaeya follows you closely as you lead the way to the boba cafe, and quietly considers the study date a success.

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No Strings

The first time you see the puppet, you’d only just crashed into this strange new world. 

Your containment pod had crashed in the middle of the unfamiliar ocean, and it had taken you days to drift to the nearest land. There, washed up and exhausted, you hide behind jagged shore rocks and watch in fear as strangely dressed soldiers shout at each other in a foreign language, carrying the limp form of another person.

As you look closer, you can see the distinctive lines of ball-joints, and you gasp in recognition. Another puppet! 

The soldiers shout again, and two of them pry open the cliff face to reveal a hidden structure. Without further ado, the soldiers carrying the puppet bring it inside and lay it delicately in the bed of red leaves at the foot of a majestic tree. The soldiers exit just as the puppet appears to regain consciousness, and you watch in dread as the puppet rolls itself to its knees, reaching out with a cry toward the soldiers just as the twin stone doors slide shut.

You look down at your own porcelain hands, the imitation of a gulp coming from your throat. Surely, if this land treats puppets this way, then it would be wiser for you to conceal your identity for as long as possible.

With that thought in mind, you begin making plans to find some long-sleeved clothes for yourself, and maybe some gloves.

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The second time you see the puppet, it’s been a hundred years since your Descent. You’d been learning the language of this strange country, watching and hearing about the political turmoil within the major city. You stay on the small island you’ve stumbled upon, keeping mostly to yourself but occasionally venturing into the small industrial village to pick up supplies.

Tatarasuna’s forge stands tall in the center of the canyon, the villager’s houses dotted along the walls, and workers bustle through the streets and across suspended bridges as they go about their day. You watch on with a tinge of envy, wishing you were still home on the deck of the Space Station you’d been created on, enjoying the atmosphere of space travelers coming and going to distant planets and bringing home fantastic stories.

You shuffle in through the crowd, still amazed at how they can manage despite their lack of technology. You purchase a few rolls of bandages, to wrap your ball-joints, and some thick salve, which you smooth into the seams of your face to facilitate their more natural looking movement. You don’t have the supplies to perform the same maintenance you once did, after all.

When you turn around after making your purchase, you see the puppet working in the forge. He’s hammering a thin strip of metal, following the instruction of his brown-haired mentor. He looks better, more energetic, but there still seems to be an air of melancholy about him. His joints have faded to barely-noticeable lines, you notice with slight bitterness. Whatever magic he’d been made of seems to be aiding him in blending into human society. You wish you had that luck.

With your purchases in hand you turn back to the woods, not noticing how the puppet looks up and watches as you walk away.

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The third time you see the puppet, you’d been in pretty dire straits for a while. 

You had to leave Inazuma behind, as much as it pained you. You couldn’t stay in one place for too long, unless you wanted someone to realize just how long-lived you are and try to uncover your puppet identity. That’s how you find yourself in the wilderness of Mondstat, scrounging around on the outskirts of the countryside for supplies. 

That’s when you bump into him, literally. 

You’re not paying attention to where you’re going when you collide with a suspiciously hard body. You let out a soft ‘oof’ on impact, extracting yourself from the tangle of limbs and black fabric with apologies already on your lips. They all fall silent when you look up to see the face of the mysterious Inazuman puppet from five hundred years past.

“You’re the-”

“- weird traveler-”

“- sad puppet-”

“- from Tatarasuna!” The two of you blurt out at the same time.

“What?!” He reacts first, scrambling to get you off of him. He backs away with an angry expression, pointing at you accusingly. “How do you know that?!”

“I saw you!” You say, trying to explain this in a way that doesn’t make you sound insane. “Hundreds of years ago, I saw you in Tatarasuna! I used to go there to buy my wrappings!”

You quickly unwind your bandages, showing him your own chipped and stained ball-joints. You’d fallen into disrepair a while ago, not having access to the necessary materials to maintain your body. “Look, see? I’m a puppet too!”

The other puppet stares in awe and confusion, so many questions flitting across his expression. Finally, he looks up at you with a hardened gaze. He snatches his kasa hat off the ground, jamming it onto his head with a jingle of the heavy metal charms tied to it. 

“You look awful,” he says, finally, to which you take offense. 

“Excuse me!” You berate him. “That’s a rude thing to say to a complete stranger! I just haven’t been able to get maintenance, that’s all…”

He looks at you, considering, before seeming to come to a decision. “Come with me, I know somebody who can probably help you. He’s a Doctor.”

The way he says the word has a strange weight to it, but you don’t know enough to question him about it. “Really? I could really use a bit of help, honestly.” You say, tentatively extending your hand to him to shake on it. “I’m glad I ran into another puppet before I completely disintegrate.”

“Sure, glad to help,” he smiles, all teeth. “Come on, what’s your name?”

You tell him yours, a name you haven’t heard in a terribly long time, and certainly not from the mouth of another person.

“Is that so? Well, it’s nice to meet you.” The puppet tips his hat and his sharp periwinkle eyes look at you from the shadow of its brim. “My name is Scaramouche. I think you will be a great help to me in the future, my fellow puppet.”

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Houston, we have a problem

You let out a growl of frustration as you feel another candy hit the back of your head. You whip around to catch the suspect in the act. You glare at him, but Wanderer only snickers as he prepares another candy in the bowl of his spoon.

He launches the candy with his spoon-catapault, hitting your shoulder this time as you get up and stomp over to him, snatching the utensil from his hand as he protests.

“Hey! I was using that!” He tries to grab it back, but you move quickly and put it in the sink, out of his range.

You still aren’t sure why Wanderer appeared in your house so suddenly. You’d been playing Genshin quietly in your room, doing one of the SPiral Abyss floors, when your active character (coincidentally, Wanderer) clipped out of bounds and you could only watch in despair as he fell off the platform and into the surrounding void.

The shock of your life came a few seconds later when his heavy body suddenly appeared above you and crashed into you like a sack of bricks. You still have a bruise from the impact. 

“Would you quit picking on me? I’m trying to look up a way to send you back into the game!” You hiss, trying not to let it show that nothing you’ve googled so far came up with any results. It seems that sudden manifestation of fictional characters is a trait unique to you.

“Why would I want to go back to Teyvat when everything here is so much easier?” Wanderer counters, letting himself slump comfortably into the cushions of your bed. “I don’t have to fight monsters or petty criminals here, and there’s quick access to all kinds of household utilities that people in Teyvat could only dream of. Plus, it’s quiet here. No nagging Travelers or Buer telling me to do my homework.”

“But you don’t belong here!” You protest weakly, not sure how to convince him that he needs to go home. “What if something happens, and you get like… glitched out of existence or something?”

“Sounds like a bonus, to me.”

You reach over and smack the hat off of his head. “Cut it out with the self-deprecating shit for a second,” you scold. “I thought Nahida was beating that habit out of you.”

“She’s too soft to beat anything,” he shrugs and picks his hat back up, resting it against the side of your mattress. “I’m going to get tea.”

He rolls off the bed and heads into the kitchen. You return to your research with a bit of desperation, listening to him exclaim in delight at your electric kettle, boiling the water in record speed, much to his delight. The thought of him being stuck here indefinitely frustrates you, you certainly don’t want to hold him back or inconvenience his story in the game.

Mostly, you’re frustrated at how much you almost don’t want him to go back, too excited at the notion of having your favourite character all to yourself. Not that you’ll tell him that, though.

Back to the drawing board, you guess. 

[13as07]

Want To Be Boxer

(Kiba Inuzuka)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to SUK1J1]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,521

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Fist Fighting

Hickies/Bite Marks

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Kiba's smiley kiss is pressed into my jaw once again. His hands jump between my hips and my waist as he shimmies behind me, the wolf boy's non-discreet way of making me smell like him. "I'm excited," he purrs into my jawline, more kisses tracing the bone.

"Oh ya?" I tease, untangling myself from his grasp. Even without Kiba wrapped around me, Akamaru is still wrapped around my legs, staying under my feet and making it hard to walk around.

"Ya, I can't wait for everyone to meet you," he carries on as he attempts to grab at me again.

I hum in agreement, doing my best to walk towards the door, the actual and metaphorical dog in tow. "Well, no one will meet me if we don't get going."

"It wouldn't be all bad to stay in," Kiba teases, playfully making his eyebrows jump.

"Horn-dog," I mutter under my breath, managing to stretch enough to get the door open. Once it's opened, Akamaru shoots out, racing a few paces ahead before he waits for us to catch up.

"Only for you," Kiba teases, arm sliding around me before his hand slips into my hoodie pocket.

I swear he isn't going to survive tonight. He can barely survive when I join his squad for dinner, his jealousy quickly pointed at Shino during the supers. It's almost promised that Kiba will end up in a fistfight by the end of the night. The only question is who he'll end up in a fight with. Probably Shino. It's usually Shino.

The night air is chilled, quickly sliding through my - well Kiba's - hoodie and shirt to attack my skin. Despite that, Kiba's body heat does good at keeping me warm. Well, the half of me he's pressed against.

     As we walk the hand in my pocket rubs circles into me. Akamaru entertains himself, running a couple of paces ahead, waiting for us to catch up before circling us and doing it all again. He's grown pretty big since he was a puppy, easily coming up to waist level. He looks more like a wolf than a dog these days.

     It doesn't take long for music to soon fill the street and obnoxious stereotypical lights to flicker in the distance. "When you said a party I thought you meant a small get-together," I huff, my anxiety already spiked. I hate social gatherings, I hate social gatherings where I barely know anyone, and I really hate social gatherings I didn't have time to mentally prepare for.

     "I mean..." Kiba says, a toothy grin on his face as he rubs the back of his head. "That's what Lee said but Naruto and Lee are... well... known for blowing things out of proportion."

     "So you knew this 'small get-together' was going to end up being a block party?" I hiss, tugging myself out of Kiba's hold.

     "Come on, don't be like that," he whines, going to grab at me again. Akamaru is back, circling himself around me, which always makes Kiba even more huffy. He hates that his dog always takes my side. "Trader," he mumbles to the pet, patting his head before his focus is back on me.

     "You wouldn't have come, and personally I want my girlfriend at the party with me. Not to mention I want everyone to actually meet you. Kankuro is convinced you're a sex doll I named."

     The mention of the sand prince makes me a little smug. From what Shino has told me, the puppeteer is my boyfriend's boyfriend. One he has a love-hate relationship with. "Fine," I mumble, doing my best to hide the smile on my face. Kiba can't know he won, or that I'm looking forward to this bromance in action.

     "Really?" He asks with his normal teeth-filled smile back on his face.

     "Ya, sure but most of my night is going to be spent next to you or with your squad mates."

     "That's like the whole point," he teases, arm back around me and his hand in the back pocket of my pants this time, not so discreetly groping my ass. "I'm so excited."

     "Ya until you try to fight Shino again," I utter, eyes trailing after Akamaru who has settled down alongside my nerves. I swear that dog can smell my anxiety from the way he acts... Can he smell my anxiety? Can Kiba smell my anxiety?

     The thoughts swirl in my head the rest of the walk. The walk seems a lot shorter now than it did before. "I thought Naruto and Lee were orphans," I say when the house sourcing the loud music and party lights falls into view.

     "They are. It's Gai-Sensei's house and he's gone on a mission. How the hell Lee talked him into it is beyond me but it's better than a cramped party at his or Naruto's apartments." Kiba shrugs at the explanation, tugging me in front of him. He waddles behind me, hands secured on my hips as we weave through the people chilling in the yard.

     He stops his soft pushing when we land in front of the door, hands rubbing circles into my hip bones. "If it becomes too much we can leave. Worse cause we say hi and make our appearance before leaving."

     "You don't mean that, Party-Animal," I answer, soaking in the familiar feeling of Kiba wrapped around me and Akamaru nestled against my legs.

     "Of course I do. You're my girl, your comfort comes first," Kiba coos, softly silencing all the worries brewing in my head. "You're at the top of my priority list... well after my barber."

"Your fucking barber beat me out for the first place spot?" I bitch, my voice picking up in disbelief. "Not your mom, not your dog, not your job, your barber!"

     "I'm kidding, baby," Kiba chuckles, pressing a couple more kisses into my jaw before dragging me inside.

     I'm surprised the house isn't shaking or the speakers haven't blown from the bass. Neon lights cut through the darkness, mixing with the smoke spreading from a string of things and the alcohol smell that coats everything. I don't know this Gai person but Lee better be one hell of a maid tomorrow morning.

     Kiba is back to being wrapped around me, fingers snuggly through my belt loops, chest pressed against my back, and chin resting on my head. My boyfriend isn't thin but he sure as hell isn't built like a brick. Nonetheless, his aura takes up enough space for us to easily slink around the house, Akamaru knocking into our legs as he sneaks around with us.

     "Yo, Kiba!" Someone shouts, making him stop.

     Akamaru happily runs over to the guy, tail-wagging the whole time. I get tugged backward and pressed back into Kiba's chest when I try to continue walking. "Sup, Shika," he calls back, glancing down at me for a second. Kiba's head dips, his canines brushing against my ear as he speaks. "We're going to go say hi, is that cool?"

     "And if I say no?" I ask, leaning my head back.

     Kisses are peppered across my nose before Kiba's mouth is back in place, "Then Shikamaru can go fuck himself. Your comfort first, remember?"

     I can't help the smile that crosses my face. I swear Kiba is the definition of a lost puppy when he's around me if that wasn't evident enough from being wrapped up in his skin. "Ya, that's fine," I call back, voice louder than usual to try and outweigh the music.

     More kisses are littered across me, being pressed into my shoulders and upper back as I'm steered through the crowd of people.

     When I'm planted in front of the guy, Akamaru is back to weaving around my legs, army crawling so he doesn't knock me over as he circles me. My hand sinks, repeatedly rubbing his head to try and get him to still.

     "Temari let you off your leash tonight?" Kiba asks the guy, chest roaring with a chuckle afterward.

     "You're one to talk, wrapped around your girl like she's gonna dash like a rabbit. At least Temari loosens a bit at parties so she's not such a drag." I'm pretty sure the Shika guy meant it as a joke, partly because of the smile on his face and partly because his eyes are locked on a blonde girl who looks ready to punch the girl she's talking to.

"Watch it. You don't have to be such a jackass all the time, Nara," Kiba says, straightening his stance and tightening his grip on me.

"He was kidding, Kiba," I say, my hold falling to his wrists and gently massaging them in an attempt to calm him.

"Ya well he still doesn't have to be such a dick," he husks out, sending the other boy a glare before shifting me to the side.

Kiba is huffy and still pissy as he guides me through the partygoers, pissed-off mumbles, and insults aimed at the guy slipping out under his breath. "It's not that big of a deal," I try, leaning my body against his so my feet slide against the wood floors as he leads me around.

"I know," he grumbles, head flipping around the room in search of something. "Shikamura is just... he's so convinced he's better than everyone."

"You always let Shikamaru get under your skin. I don't know why you bother trying to be friends with him," Shino's monotone voice peeps out over the music.

"Shino!" I sing, wiggling out of Kiba's hold to greet his squad mate.

"Mutt Tamer... you look... nice," Shino - attempts - to compliment, it never comes out that way though.

"Ya, ya, ya. Keep your dick in your pants, Bug Boy," Kiba says, still very pissed off. "I'll be right back," he tells me, kissing my cheek before diving back into the sea of people.

Shino and I watch him work his way through the crowd until he disappears into another room. "Why's he so pissed?"

"I think it's cause the Shika guy called me a drag... or maybe a rabbit. I don't really know," I answer, my focus busy trying to find Akamaru.

"Kiba is just worried."

"About?"

"You." As if Akamaru can sense it, he comes squirming out from the crowd, two drunk girls cooing for him as they try to catch him. "He's worried you won't have a good time. Or that you'll get uncomfortable and not tell him."

"I'll be fine once I get a couple of drinks in my system," I tell the bug-man, my stance widening and my hand falling to Akamaru's heel signal. The dog does as ordered, skidding between my legs before sitting with his nose pressed to my hand.

"I told him the same thing, but unlike Aka, Kiba doesn't learn new tricks easily." I laugh at the joke, Shino giving off a rare smile in return.

"Speaking of drinks, we should get one." I busy my hands, rubbing behind the dog's ears like Kiba has told me to; positive reinforcement for behaving.

"I figured that's what Kiba was doing."

"He's pissed off. Kiba is busy tossing Mr. Drag-Man around the yard."

Another rare smile comes before Shino starts walking away. I follow behind, Akamaru bumping into my legs as he trails next to me, occasionally stopping for head scratches.

The kitchen is a nice break from the loud living room, the music softer and normal lighting meeting my senses when we walk through the door. Hooting and hollering filters in from the yard, along with calls of my boyfriend's name, letting me know I was right.

     I decide to abandon getting a drink and instead chill out on the porch, watching Kiba throw down with at least thirty other people watching too. I'm not a violent person... sometimes, but I enjoy watching Kiba fight. It's sexy watching him hot-headed and seeing the way his muscles flex. It's even hotter knowing he's doing it for me.

     Again, I heel Akamaru, keeping him secured between my thighs. He obeys, but whines as we watch his master being and throwing punches.

     "Fucking Kiba," Shino mutters, appearing behind me again. "Hasn't even drank yet and he's already picking fights. You're going to have a long night," he adds on, handing me an unopened bottle of a fruity, five percent, something.

    Whatever, it'll taste good and get me loose. Plus, it's unopened so no need for Kiba to do a roofie sniff test. I snap the bottle open, placing the top into my hoodie pocket before taking a drink. It's not as good as I thought it would be.

     "Oh, hey babe!" He cheers, actually dragging the Shika guy around the yard, Kiba's arm around his neck in a headlock. I lift my drink to him, tipping it and my head at him. He sends a kissy face back before turning his focus back to the Nara in his hold.

     Eyes flicker to me, getting growls from Akamaru in return. I swear I don't know who's more territorial, Kiba or his dog. Another fist is thrown before the Nara boy taps out, boosting Kiba's ego even more tonight. "Fucking pussy," he mocks, flipping Shika off before walking over to me.

"Akamaru," he calls, patting the dog's head. "Babes," he continues, pecking my lips. "And Shino," he deadpans, his squad mate tipping his beer at him. "I gotta go clean up, see ya in like five," Kiba explains, hands sliding up my sides as he attacks my neck, littering kisses, and small nibbles to it.

"Five minutes or I'm leaving," I warn, managing to capture his lips for a second. Shino's wrong, Kiba has had a drink or two. His lips taste like vodka.

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"Oh, Naruto," Hinata fonds, clinging to his arm as they walk back inside, leaving Kiba and me alone... mostly alone. Shino is passed out a couple of steps away. So is Akamaru.

After the fistfight, Kiba and I ended up staying on the porch. His friends have filtered in and out, coming to say hi and talk for a while. They all seem pretty nice though I can't tell if that's because they're actually nice or just seem nice from the buzz sliding through my body.

"You want another drink?" Kiba mutters, most of his focus being on my neck. Drunk Kiba is a horny Kiba... well, so is sober Kiba but he sucks at hiding it more when he's drunk.

"Yes please," I answer, letting my head lull against his shoulder. I probably shouldn't have any more. I've easily already had six but one more won't hurt.

Another open mouth kiss is pressed into my neck, my skin being tugged as Kiba pulls away. "Be right back," he mutters, struggling for a second to get his balance.

With his master gone, Akamaru shifts from lying next to me to lying in my lap, only half of him fitting in it. "I swear to God," Shino says, startling me a bit. He's been lying on his back, stretched out on the porch for the past twenty minutes. I thought he fell asleep. "If you two have sex in front of me, I'm going to gag."

"Oh, shut up, virgin boy," I tease, stretching forward to smack the bottom of his boot.

Shino teases back, gently tapping my hand with his shoe. "Just because I don't hang on girls like Kiba does to you doesn't mean I'm not sexually active." The movement causes Akamaru's head to pop up, a soft warning yap being aimed at Shino. "Ya, ya, ya, Aka. No, hurting mommy," Bug-boy says sarcastically, shifting to sit up.

Akamaru forces an exhale out, tail tapping a few times before he lays his head back down. "Dumb dog," Shino mumbles, but still scratches the dog behind his ears.

"If it ain't Mr. Beatle," a chirpy voice calls from the door. The voice has the dog up and out of my lap, teeth bared as he wraps around me. "Yo, Shino, call the watchdog off."

"That dog doesn't listen to me," Shino groans, shaking his head before turning his attention to me.

"Aka," I call, patting my thigh. The dog settles, stretching himself out in my lap again.

"Where's Kiba?" The guy behind me asks.

"Your boyfriend should be in the kitchen getting another round of drinks."

"He's not my boyfriend," the guy groans. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

I tip my head backward, holding my weight on my hands as I lean. The guy is very boxy looking, square face, shapeless sweats on, and purple strips across his face that make it look even more square. He has brown hair, a shade or two darker than Kiba's, and dark eyes, also a few shades darker than my boyfriend's.

     The sandman's eyes jump over me, sizing me up as well. "Damn, and here I thought Kiba's girl was fake."

     "If you thought I was fake, how are you so sure I am his girl?" I push an attempt to figure out what Kiba has said about me. I don't think my question makes complete sense though. Maybe I am too buzzed.

     "You mean other than his dog trying to eat me?" Kankuro teases, pointing at the napping Akamaru. "His clan symbol is around your neck, dumbie."

     "Maybe I'm an Inuzuka too."

     "Ya? Where are your check markings then? Kiba chew them off like he's done to your neck?"

     My cheeks heat up at the sand ninja bringing light to the hickies I'm sure litter most of my throat. After all, Kiba likes to mark his territory from his clan symbol around my neck to his hoodie I've been wearing all night to his canine and suction marks littering my skin.

     "Don't be jealous," Shino pipes up, eyes repeatedly glancing at the kitchen door. "It's not the Mutt Tamer's fault Kiba sees her as valuable enough to be territorial of but leaves you panning after him."

     "I'm not into Kiba!" Sandman bitches. "We're just friends. I'm not gay."

     "Damn and here I thought I worked my way out of the friend zone," Kiba's voice rings out, chuckles crackling out of him. Akamaru perks up at the sound of his master, leaving my side long enough to greet Kiba.

     "Ya and I thought you were above picking fights five minutes into a party," Kankuro teases back, a smile crawling across his face. "Especially with my brother-in-law of all people."

     Kiba shrugs, popping the lid off my drink before handing it to me. "Shikamaru should have known better than to make my girl uncomfortable."

     "I wasn't uncomfortable, Kibs," I correct before taking a swig of my drink. These fruit things taste a hell of a lot better drunk.

     Kiba ignores my correction. "My girl's comfort comes first."

     "Aw, how sweet," my boyfriend's boyfriend teases before he fake gags. "Get a room you two."

     "Fucking preach," Shino groans, flapping back down on the porch.

     "Oh shove it you two. Don't be mad I'm getting laid tonight and you guys aren't," Kiba grunts, sinking back down to the porch before tangling up with me again. I'm tugged into his lap, legs trapping mine under his, and hands back to being shoved into my belt loops.

     "Bold assumption, jackass," Sandman says, sinking to sit down as well, making himself comfortable next to us.

     Shino simply flips his squad mate off. "If you were gonna get any tonight you'd be flirting up some girl instead of out here with your boyfriend and his girlfriend," he adds before falling quiet again.

     "Maybe I'll try to flirt up Kiba's girl. Give her a nice three-some," Kankuro says, winking at me before sending a teasing blown kiss my way.

     "Back off," Kiba growls, attention turned towards his boyfriend. "I'll drag your ass in the yard too. Tamari can patch up two loser assholes tonight."

     "Oh ya? You think you're hot shit?" His friend eggs on. "I could go for a sparring match. If you win, I'll back off. If I win, I get seven minutes in heaven with your girl."

     "I'm going to kill you," Kiba barks, tearing himself away from and giving in to the easy setup. Kankuro dashes into the yard, my boyfriend hot on his heels.

     "I don't know what's worse. The fact that Kankuro wouldn't actually do shit to you or the fact that Kiba knows it," Shino mumbles, turning his attention to the cat-and-mouse game going on. Akamaru has joined the chase, running after the two men.

     "So... Kankuro started shit for no reason?"

     Shino shrugs, eyes trailing after the group running circles in the yard. "He probably started shit to get Tamari off his ass."

     "Hey, yo!" Someone calls from the kitchen. "Kiba's about to rock Kankuro's shit." The kitchen starts to buzz, people filtering out from the house to watch my boyfriend pick another fight.

     "Here we go again," Shino groans, sitting up and shifting closer to me. "I have no clue how you deal with him. Want to be boxer, Kiba."

     "I don't know how I deal with him either."

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

My Harringrove Au List N-Z

PART 1 A-M

Necromancer

Baby Did You Come Back Wrong - Steve brings Billy back and he needs more than a burger and fries to survive. 

I’d Sell My Soul to a Devil - Steve sacrifices himself to save Billy at Starcourt. Billy makes a promise to get him back, it's going to take him a while but he plans to keep that promise. Even if he has to make a deal with a demon to do it. Even if the price isn't right.

Necromancin Dancin - Billy died at Starcout, he doesn't stay that way for long.

Sear Through Me - Billy is an asshole with magic, the upside down latches onto him, and he is an unwilling puppet. When he faces the mind flayer at Starcourt he knows he is going to die. Steve doesn't let him.

You Can’t Kill Love - Chrissy dies and Eddie goes to Steve looking to bring her back.

Omegaverse

Beauty and The Beast - Mr. Harrington takes a rose and instead of paying the price the beast of the castle demands himself, he sends his son in his stead. Billy is not sure what to do with an omega who not only does not cower away from him like everyone else but also seems to think he is a slob and keeps trying his patience. (Magic and Royalty)

Benefits of Surviving - Billy finds Steve at the gate when the demobats attack.It would be a happier affair if they weren't trapped and Steve wasn't on the brink of a heat.

Come On Alpha - Steve is tired of waiting for Billy to make a move, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Everything I do Is To Bring Me Closer To You - Billy has a long way to go before he can make his dream of marrying Steve a reality. (Royalty and Magic)

Find Comfort In Me - Billy needs a comfort omega after surviving Starcourt. Steve is absolutely not who he expected Hopper to hire. He didn’t even know Steve was an omega.

First Impression - Alpha Billy meeting Steve for the first time at Tina's party.

Flirt Like A Bird - Billy wants to woo Steve, he tries a couple of options that haven't gone well. He tries a new tactic.

Giants Blood - Highborn Omega Steve finally realizing Alpha wildling Billy has been courting him. 

Hay In Your Hair, Mud On My Boots (Series) - Loose Yellowstone inspired au

Need An Alpha To Pop A Knot - Steve's an alpha who's never popped a knot, not until Billy comes along.

Omegas Like Us Have To Stick Together - Steve presents at the mall and bites and cries when any alpha or beta gets to close. Luckily Billy shows up more than willing to help when the end game is getting to keep Steve.

Smoke - Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along.

Track In A Crowd - Billy and Steve find each other by scent at a party. (Model Steve/Musician Billy)

You’re My Bitch - Omega Billy fucking alpha Steve and the one time he finally lets Steve knot him.

You’re Extra Special, Something Else - Billy and Max escape Neil and move to Hawkins, where Billy sets his sights on Steve Harrington.

Party Clown

Clown Shoe (Series) - Billy gets a job as a party clown, Steve has some mixed feeling about it but mostly he’s just horny.

Pirates

Part 1 and 2 - A pirates of the Caribbean/ Princess Bride mash up

Professional Athlete

Thaw the Ice - Steve needs a new Coach. Billy is here for the job.

Reanimated

You Will Be Made New Again - Jonathan and Tommy succeed in brining Billy back from the dead, Steve their exasperated neighbor is the only thing that can get him to cooperate. AKA A Frankenstein's monster Billy fic. (Collage/University Au)

Royalty 

Dragons Are Hoarders - The kingdom of Harrington offers up anything in the treasury for the return of their lost heir. Billy just so happens to need something they have in their possession. Things of course do not go to plan. (Magic)

The Jester and His King - King Steve getting railed by his jester. 

Pretty Fool (Series) - Snapshots from King Billy and Jester Steve’s exploits around the castle. 

Roommates 

And They Were Roommates - Steve and Billy are roommates, Billy is less than pleased when Steve gets a boyfriend.

Avoidance Techniques - Billy keeps getting drunk at frat parties, and Steve is his roommate who keeps getting called to pick him up. (College/University Au)

The Case of The Missing Clothes - Steve's clothes have been going missing, he finally finds where they've all been going. (College/University Au)

Fill That Hole in Your Life - Pandemic/Quarantine Au - Billy and Steve figure some stuff out during the pandemic when all they have is each other for company. 

Scarecrow

Have Some Fun - Steve gets drunk and wanders into Billy's corn maze.

Sea Creature

A Bargain - Steve is a lonely merman who seeks out the sea witch to help him find love.

Salt Skin - Friends don’t plan and construct elaborate surprises that take weeks to prepare and involve a contractor, no that’s beyond friend behavior and edging dangerously close to courting behavior. Except Steve had gone and hurtled right over that line and presents Billy with a gift so fantastic he can no longer ignore his feelings. 

The Whale and The Danio - Steve loses his school, and Billy finds him.

Secret Relationship

The Hard Stuff - When Steve comes over and follows Billy to his bedroom, Tommy over hears them fucking and misunderstands what is going on. 

Serial Killers 

Bloody Summer (Series) - Billy meets Steve at summer camp where the counselors keep dropping like flies. 

Sex Worker

Billy with a Cane - Billy never expected to find Steve working in a strip club.

Camboy/Farmer Steve - Billy comes to help Max with her form and runs into his favorite camboy.

December To New Years - Camboy Steve and his budding relationship with Billy.

Roommates with Pornstar Billy - As a joke Billy gets Steve a subscription to the site he works for. If he’s hoping Steve watches his videos well that’s his business. 

Virgin Territory - Steve accidentally admits to knowing about Billy's cam work, things go a lot better than he ever thought they would.

Soulmates

Let Me Take Your Pain - Billy and Steve are soulmates, they don't find that out till they fight.

Love at First Fight - Love at first sight is bullshit as far as Steve is concerned, he has given up on it. 

Space

Frozen Beauty? - Billy sees Steve cryo frozen for the first time when he’s eight, the older he gets the more obsessed he becomes until he finally has his boy.

WSwaBEwaB - Bounty hunter Billy takes a job that leads him to cyborg Steve.

Star Wars

Come To The Dark Side - Steve and Billy are separated by the Jedi. Billy joins the Sith as a way to find his way back to Steve and get some revenge on those who would keep them apart.

Step Brothers

Step Brothers - Steve and Billy’s mom get together, that doesn’t stop their relationship. 

Suggardaddy 

Hardhat Daddy - Steve works at a hardware store and Billy is a rich contractor. 

Sugar Sugar (Series) - Years after Starcourt a rich and successful Billy runs into a struggling Steve. Billy just wants to take care of him.

Trans

All I Want For Christmas - Billy makes a request for Christmas.

Transmasc alpha Billy - story idea for how he ends up in Hawkins and meets Steve. (omegaverse)

Transmasc Billy/ Nonbinary Steve -  Just some hc’s for them.

Tramsmasc Billy rocking Steve’s world - Thinking about trans masc Billy rocking Steve’s world and blowing his back out with his monster strap.

Vampires

The Calling - Steve gets caught by the demodogs in the tunnels, torn to shreds. He’s on the cusp of dying, no way around that but Billy makes sure he wakes up again. 

Vampire/Werewolf

Bite - The fight at the Byers doesn't happen but Steve still finds his back against the dirt.

Sink Your Teeth In - Billy isn’t going to let Steve starve.

Werewolf

Shifting Pleasures - Billy takes things out of hand one night. Steve might have fun but that doesn't mean Billy isn't in trouble for not asking first.

Time Travel

If I Could Turn Back Time - When they find themselves in the past Steve is willing to risk the future they know if it means a chance to save Billy.

Zombie

Reunited - Steve and Billy reuniting during a zombie apocalypse.

[hellfirexhoe]

Sweet Tooth - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Y'all can thank @hellfire-puppet for this filth ;-)

Tags: 18+ content, Chef!Eddie, brief mentions of cheating (reader's boyfriend is a scumbag), graphic smut, oral sex (m&f receiving), unprotected sex in a restaurant kitchen, health code violations, creampie, not proofread

Summary: What is up with the hot new chef in your father's restaurant? / or Eddie loses focus and has a consensual workplace relationship.

6.2k words (I got extremely carried away, I regret nothing)

You’re not supposed to be working today, you are supposed to be packing to go back to college but Carly has called out sick and can’t cover her closing shift tonight, so of course you’ve been called in.

You’re running through the kitchen doors wrapping your apron around your waist with your waiting pad between your teeth. You glance up at the clock and grin as you realise you’ve made it in with 2 minutes to spare. 

You quickly confirm which section you’re taking over from and head out into the dining area, thankfully everything is running smoothly so you’re not required to clean up messes, put out fires and take orders all at once, which is a nice change of pace from your usual shift starts. You run your first order to the back and make eye contact with a new pair of eyes on the other side of the gantry, before you can speak you’re introduced to the new guy by the larger chef he’s working with,

“You working the close tonight?” 

“Unfortunately yes, really cutting into my packing time.” You groan and are offered a sympathetic smile,

“Well, this is Eddie. He’s working the close with you tonight so please be gentle with him.” You laugh and flash a smile at Eddie,

“I can’t promise that, we’ll have to see how I’m feeling at the end of the night.” You offer up your name to the new guy and he nods, a little awkwardly. You grab the plates in front of you and take them out to your table, checking everything is running smoothly once more. It gets steadily busier, it always does on Friday nights, you head into the kitchen and catch the dessert chef starting to flap a little bit with his orders. 

“Hey, take a breather. I’ve got the sundaes.” You’re met with a grateful nod and handed the whipped cream canister. You’re so focused on your task that you don’t notice you’ve attracted an audience of one, Eddie’s watching you from the other side of the kitchen, until he receives a gentle flick to the back of his head,

“Don’t even think about it. She's the boss man’s daughter.” 

As he speaks your finger slips on the nozzle and you spray whipped cream over the counter, making Eddie chuckle softly, and then groan inwardly as he watches your tongue dart over the cream on your thumb. You catch him watching you and offer him an embarrassed smile, everyone in the kitchen has trouble with those canisters, its not just a ‘you’ thing but it’s embarrassing nonetheless.

The rest of the shift passes quickly and without further incident, and in fact you’re able to finish your closing jobs fairly quickly, so you decide to see how Eddie’s doing in the kitchen,

“Hey! Need any help?” Eddie is placing the heavy grill panels into the cleaner for the night. He shakes his head,

“Nah, I got this.”

“Eddie, right? I’ve seen the schedule, this is your first solo close, please let me help. What can I do?”

“Uhh just the counters need wiping down and the fryers need draining. I’ve got the floor.” 

You nod and get started with draining the used oil from the fryers, taking care not to splash any of the oil. 

“So, Eddie, how are you finding it here? You can be honest, I’m not gonna go running to my dad.”

“Hmm, well I don’t hate it.” He laughs and so do you, “Honestly, gun to my head, I would have never placed myself in chef’s whites. Prison overalls maybe. But I’m really enjoying it, is that super lame?”

“No it’s not super lame, its lovely when someone comes in and is able to work and feel accomplished with that work.”

“Oh you are definitely fitted with a wire that is feeding back to your father.”

You roll your eyes, “No, I mean it. It’s important to do something you enjoy.”

“What about you then? The guys say you work here on breaks from college? I’m guessing you’re not studying Advanced Waitressing?”

“Not exactly, more like Education.”

“So like teaching?”

“That’s the one, always like the thought of fascinating tiny minds, kids hanging off my skirt by the end of the day because they enjoy my lessons so much.”

“That’s cute, as long as they’re small kinds and not like 14 year olds.”

This makes you laugh, “Yeah, screw working with teenagers.” You finish wiping down the last counter as you speak, then shifting your weight to perch on the counter while Eddie finishes mopping the floor, he playfully swats at you,

“Man, c’mon no asses on the nice clean counters!” You hop down and wait by the back door as Eddie finishes up mopping the floor. You can’t help but make a bad joke as he removes the hair net holding his curls,

“Nice mop.” Eddie snorts at this and follows you out, walking you to your car once you’ve confirmed the building is locked up. 

“Well, I’ll see you over Thanksgiving weekend.” Eddie nods,

“See you then.”

The Thanksgiving schedule gets sent out the week before you return home, typical of the managers to leave it until the last minute. You eye the shifts you’re going to be on for the 2 days you’re covering. Both are closes with Eddie, a small smile plays upon your lips as you register this.

“Okay, babe. Last chance, are you sure you don’t want to spend Thanksgiving with my family instead of slaving away in your family’s restaurant?” Your boyfriend pokes his head around the door to your bedroom, you shake your head.

“I’m sure, its too late to change plans now anyway. I don’t want to put your family out by surprising them.”

“Alright, I’ll let them know you definitely can’t make it.” You catch an edge to the tone of his voice, clearly frustrated with you and roll your eyes, you’d had plans to see your family and help out at the restaurant for far longer than the 2 months you had been dating your boyfriend, you weren’t about to dip on those plans.

The week seems to snail by and even the drive home feels like it takes longer than usual, in fact time crawls up until the second you are back in the restaurant. You catch Eddie’s eyes again as you enter the kitchen,

“Hey stranger, looks like we’re spending a lot of time together these two days.” You don’t mean to sound so flirty in your tone but it just seems to naturally sink in when you speak to Eddie. 

“Seems that way, should I expect a friendship bracelet?” Eddie is equally alarmed by the tone of his voice as he calls back to you across the kitchen, and its not unnoticed, he receives a few “dont you dare” glances from his colleagues and quickly turns back to his plating. You notice the tension you’ve caused and quickly duck out to the dining room, focusing on your job. It’s Thanksgiving so of course it is atrociously busy this evening, you barely have time to shout orders over the line before the previous 3 are ready to go to tables. But you make it through the shift, and you decide to do your last job in the kitchen, taking one of the dining room chairs and resting it opposite the counter. Cutlery wrapping is a mindless enough task that you and Eddie manage to hold a conversation, you congratulate him on how well he’s doing and he politely asks how college is going, keeping the conversation casual enough to distract himself from the tension he’s feeling. 

The second night and your last shift follows much the same pattern, you ending up wrapping cutlery in the kitchen, complaining to Eddie about how pointless it is to spend so much of your time wrapping the cutlery in the napkin, when nobody actually notices it, its not like your customers are fawning over the craftsmanship of it. Eddie laughs,

“Isn’t it part of the experience? Fancy wrapped cutlery by a grumpy waitress at midnight?”

“You think I’m grumpy?” You raise an eyebrow at him, amused by his assessment, he stops wiping down the counter and leans over it, his face moving closer to yours, you can’t help the way your eyes quickly dart down to his perfect pink lips for a split second before returning to his eyes,

“I think I’d hate to get on your wrong side.” 

You don’t respond, you can’t think with him this close to you and he seems suddenly aware of his proximity so slinks back, returning to cleaning the counter, cheeks a little pinker than before.

“So, um,” You clear your throat hoping to sound casual, “Your girlfriend must enjoy the improvement in your cooking at home right?” You do not sound casual, you sound insane. Eddie guffaws at you,

“No girlfriend, been single since birth practically. Smooth, though, very subtle.” He can’t help but smirk at the blush that ignites your face, “What about you?” He leans back on the counter behind him, folding his arms, flashing you glimpse of tattoos that his sleeves usually hide,

“There is someone at college.” Oh. Eddie can’t help but feel a little stab in his chest at this, he’s good with women, he knows when they’re flirting and he’d been fairly sure you had been, but maybe he’s not as perceptive as he thought?

“But…” Eddie likes the sound of a but, as cruel and selfish as that might make him sound. He tilts his head, indicating for you to continue. “But sometimes he makes me feel shit. Like I’m a disappointment or something.”

“Any man who makes you feel like you’re less than, is not good enough for you. You realise that right?” You look up, surprised at the boldness of his statement, “And that’s all of psychoanalyst Eddie you get for free tonight.” Eddie quickly shuts the conversation down, aware of how it might sound to someone on the outside if he was overheard, aware he’s being way too familiar with you and that he doesn’t know you well enough for this kind of conversation. The silence left in the kitchen is only broken by the sound of wrapped cutlery clinking into the trays before you. 

“I’m guessing you’ll be back for Christmas break?” Eddie’s voice makes you start slightly, and you nod,

“Of course, the best tips are at Christmas. Plus I can’t leave you to close this place down. I’d come back in the New Year to find the place burnt to cinders.”

“Oh you heard about the-”

“Yes I heard about the toaster incident.” 

The Christmas schedule looks to be fairly relentless, and you notice a few empty closing shifts needing cover. So you volunteer after sneaking a look at the chef on those nights.

The first shift back after Christmas you’re not closing, a small mercy as you ease back into the pattern of working. Eddie himself had booked the afternoon off to start his Christmas shopping so gives you a smile and a wave as he walks through the dining room, he lingers a little while longer when you’ve returned to your patrons, watching the way you flash a smile that he could only consider to be heartbreaking, watching as you bat your eyelashes at a man old enough to be your father as you hand him the check. He bites back a laugh as he sees the fistful of cash the man puts down as your tip. She gets them suckers good. You glance at him as you walk to the bar,

“See you tomorrow?” He shakes his head,

“Afraid not, do you not check my shifts on the schedule?” You definitely do but must have missed the alteration, “Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back to play therapist the next day.” Stop fucking flirting idiot.

“I look forward to it.” You give him a genuine smile, one that would reduce him to putty in your hands if he stayed a moment longer. He suddenly feels bad for the men you disarm on the regular while working, they never stood a chance.

“Okay, I’m not an expert but something is bothering you.” Eddie hisses over the line at you as you grab plates,

“It’s nothing, just tired.” You plaster on the smile you wear in the dining room and head back out. Truthfully, it's not tiredness, but it's not something you want to discuss in a busy kitchen of gossips. Eddie chooses not to pester you further as you finish up dinner service, not wanting to cause you any stress that might make that smile falter.

“Alright, sit down and tell your therapist all that troubles you.” Eddie comes out of the kitchen as your lock the doors to the dining room. Eddie takes a seat at the table you’re yet to clean so as not to create more work for you. You don’t take a seat and instead start to stack plates, Eddie keeps his gaze trained on you until finally you break and make eye contact,

“Fine, fine. I am tired, I’m also sad.” Eddie waits to see if you’ll clue him in, not keen to pry too much,

“You know the boyfriend I was telling you about?” A nod, apprehensive. “Well, I was invited to go to his over Thanksgiving, but as you know, I was working. So obviously, heartbroken by the lack of my presence he decided to hook up with one of his sister’s friends. And I had to find out by his sister phoning me the second I was back in dorms.”

“That’s really scummy, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who cheated.”

Eddie takes the plates from your hands,

“I’ve got these, do you want some help out here?” You shake your head, grateful for the change in conversation,

“I’ve got it.” He nods,

“Come keep me company when you’re done? I’ve got a shit load to clean.”

You crack on with the front of house closing, practically flying around the dining room, determined to get out at a reasonable hour tonight. When you enter the kitchen it’s almost spotless, you can spy two jobs that are still outstanding so perch yourself on the counter and clean down the metal trays from the salad bar.

“Hey! How many times do I gotta say no asses on my counters?” You stick your tongue out at him and hop down, 

“Thought you’d go easy on me, given my heartbreak and all.”

“I’m not as easily manipulated as your customers, you’ll have to try harder.” 

“Watch yourself, if I really turned my charm on you’d be a goner.” Eddie doesn’t doubt it for a second.

“Go easy on me then, if you want to help the grill needs spraying with the degreaser." You nod, putting the trays away in their cupboard. Eddie is mopping the floor with his back to you as you step up to the grill, grabbing the spray with one hand, you stumble slightly in your worn out shoes and put out a hand to catch yourself,

“Shit!” You curse loudly as you draw your hand back from the surface of the grill, Eddie practically throws his mop down and drags you over to the sink, running the reddening surface of your palm under cool water.

“Well this is fucking embarassing.” 

“Yeah, it is like a day one lesson, don’t touch the grill.” Eddie smirks, “I think you’ll live though.” In spite of yourself you can’t help but notice how good his hands feel on yours, smooth, gentle. Eddie insists on keeping your hand under the water for a full ten minutes, until your hand feels numb and your fingers are all pruney. While he holds you in place, once he’s done teasing you for your accident, he asks what you do in town when you’re not working. 

“Study I guess.” You shrug, “That and sleep?”

“No, like for fun.” Eddie makes a face at you, as though what he’s asking should be obvious,

“Never heard of it.” Eddie snorts at the joke and responds in kind,

“Clearly.”

“What about you, what do you do for fun?” You peer up at him, taking in his deep brown eyes, letting yourself drink in his features before you catch yourself,

“Well, uh, I have a band, we play at The Hideout.”

You wrinkle your nose at the memory of many a bad date at the bar he’s describing, “There? It’s a total dive!”

“Well, I’m sorry princess but everyone has got to start somewhere.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Eddie smiles at you, clearly unbothered by your comment,

“It’s okay, I’ll chalk it up to being in pain from the burn.” Eddie switches the water off and reaches for the first aid box,

“I’m sure it will be fine. We don’t need to go all out with dressings and shit.” Eddie shakes his head,

“Nope, can’t have your skin sloughing off all over plates of food tomorrow night, we’re using the burn cream and we’re putting a dressing on it.” You crinkle your nose at the imagery he describes while he gently rubs the cream in a soothing circle, with featherlight touches. The dressing is applied in a similar, overly cautious fashion, to the point that his first attempt results in the dressing immediately slipping off from your hand.

“And… there! Perfect.” Eddie says with flourish, taking a step back dramatically for you to admire his work,

“What’s the prognosis doctor? Will I ever be able to wait tables again?”

“I’m sure your hands will live another day to be burned in another stupid manner.” You slap his arm with your unbandaged hand, the outrage on your face makes him laugh. You really like his laugh. You really like being the cause of his laughter. 

The following night you step into the kitchen, ready to help Eddie with closing the kitchen only to find the counters practically twinkling at you, equipment all stored and a few damp spots lingering on the just-mopped floor,

“Wow! Someone was busy!” You look around, half expecting to see another colleague in the kitchen helping him,

“What can I say? I’m a dedicated worker.” Eddie comes around the line, and reaches into the walk in fridge,

“I have something for you.”

“A gift? But it’s not Christmas yet!” Eddie laughs at your theatrics, the mock horror you’ve put on your face,

“Not really a gift, you’re going to be doing me a favour. Now, close your eyes and open your mouth.” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously,

“Okay… But if you do anything weird I will have you fired, Munson.” Eddie rolls his eyes,

“Relax, just trust me, okay?” 

You do as he asks and open your mouth, albeit with a little hesitation. You feel the cold metal of a fork enter your mouth, the food is easy to recognise by taste and texture, you chew and swallow,

“I thought we’d stopped doing the brownies?”

“We did, this is my own recipe, I’ve been tweaking it. What do you think?” Your eyes are open now and you accept another forkful as it’s offered.

“Really good, like creaming in your pants good.” Eddie chuckles at this, dropping the fork and container onto the counter as he giggles. He finds himself leaning over you, sweeping his thumb over your bottom lip to remove the crumbs there,

“Food can be that good?” You lean into him, eyes dropping to his lips and then back to his eyes, your breathing hitches as you notice how his pupils are dilating, making his eyes look darker,

“Only when the chef knows what they’re doing.” Shit, what am I doing? Eddie steps back a little suddenly aware of the proximity and you notice the shift in atmosphere, maybe you stepped over the line with the creaming in your pants comment? Eddie quickly turns, tidying up the container and throwing the fork into the dishwasher.

“Okay, are we ready to lock up?”

“Mhm.” Eddie doesn’t make eye contact and prays you don’t notice his chef’s trousers sitting tighter around his crotch.

Eddie’s a lot more cautious of himself around you the next time you work together, keeping it so oddly formal that he’s coming across as rude to everyone else in the kitchen. You call him on it when you’re on break, storming out to the back of the restaurant where you know he smokes,

“Did I do something to you?” Eddie looks up from his chair, bewildered,

“No, why would you think that?”

“Then why are you acting like my existence in the kitchen is a personal insult to you?” Eddie pulls his hair net off and runs a hand through his hair, aggravated.

“That’s not, not what I’m trying to do.”

“Then what is it?” Eddie takes a long drag, mulling his answer over.

“It got weird last night, you know it did. I just don’t want anyone thinking I’m screwing the boss’ daughter for some kind of special treatment.” You kick at the floor, feeling guilty for the way you blew up at him, its valid that he would be concerned about that. You wrap your hands around your waist and offer a small joke,

“Well, just so we’re clear. The only way you would get special treatment is if you slept with my dad, and I hate to break it to you, but you’re really not his type.” Eddie laughs, taking care not to flick ash at your feet. “Eddie, I really like spending time with you, I just feel like we’re on a similar wavelength. You’re like my work husband.”

“I know what you mean.” He sighs, “You sure you’re not just being sweet so I’ll give you more treats?”

“Oh that is definitely why I’m being sweet, that brownie was-”

“Cream your pants good, yep, I remember.” 

You giggle at your terrible choice of words last night, “Okay, so are we good? No more weird formalities?” Eddie nods and follows you back into the restaurant, picking up where he left off in the kitchen.

Eddie starts making the food tasting thing a regular occurrence, though he never gets as close to you as he did the first time. He’s quick to improve and listen to feedback and the brownies were perfect after one tweak of using darker chocolate in them. 

“Alright I’ve got something new tonight. It’s a little out of season but I’m always up for a challenge. You know the drill, eyes closed, mouth open.”

“One day you’re going to make me regret the trust I’m putting in you, arent you?” You do as you’re asked as you speak.

“Whatever do you mean?” You can hear him chuckling softly, and cant resist trying to make him laugh more,

“Well, I’m trusting that the next thing going into my mouth is something sweet.” Eddie has to shake the thoughts you trigger out of his head before he caves and gives in to what he’s really wanting.

“No..I just like your honest feedback.” 

“Okay okay, what is this out of season culinary delight you’re hoping to improve?”

“I thought the game was you don’t know what I’m feeding you? But its a banana cream pie.

“Oh my god, I love cream pies.” You register what you’ve said milliseconds after the word leave your lips, your eyes snap open to Eddie’s looking ready to bug out of his skull, you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he’s doubled over, giggles wracking his body,

“You sicko! You set me up for that!” 

“I did no such thing! Here I am, a humble chef, with a delicious pie that I’ve slaved over and you’re here making it into something filthy!” Eddie clutches at his heart with one hand, “If anything, you’re the sick one!”

The sight of Eddie pretending to be so wounded and mortified just makes you laugh, you manage to choke out an apology and close your eyes once more, though your shoulders still shake with small giggles as Eddie feeds you. 

“Now, is that not the best creampie you’ve ever had?” The pie leaves your mouth in a spray, forced out by your laughter as you slap his arm,

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist! No violence in the kitchen!!” You glare at him as you wipe your mouth and clean up your mess. 

“So how was it?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you as he clears up the box,

“I don’t know, someone made me spit it out all over your nice clean kitchen!” 

“My bad, here.” He holds up another forkful, and you take it, noticing the way he tenses up as you wrap your lips over the fork. 

“It’s good, really good!” 

“But not creaming in your pants good?” You groan and walk with him to the backdoor, he pauses by the bin to remove the god awful hairnet and unties the bun he’s wound his curls into, you sneak a glance as he shakes out his hair, his eyes are shut so you can really gawk at him, unfortunately your staring is cut short by Eddie’s eyes opening and catching you, smirking as he does so, you speak up hoping to distract him.

“You’re never going to let that one go are you?”

“Fuck no.” Eddie reaches over you to turn the lights off.

You walk together to the carpark and Eddie raises his eyebrow at your usual space being empty,

“Need a ride?”

You shake your head, “No, its okay, I can walk.”

“Get in the van.” Eddie unlocks the passenger side and holds the door open for you,

“Were those the last words your last victim heard?” You climb into the van with as much grace as you can, which is not a lot at the end of a busy shift.

“No, she heard ‘stop making shit jokes about my cooking’.” Eddie winks as he shuts the door, sealing you in.

The rest of the week is early shifts for you, and since Eddie is not about to make a creampie joke in front of the whole kitchen you find yourself missing your ‘work husband’s’ banter. Wednesday the following week is the next time you're closing together, it would have been Saturday but you did a couple of swaps with other staff. Wednesday’s are usually quiet, even during the holidays, so you manage to close the front of house in record time, and Eddie manages a similar feat in the kitchen, he's waiting for you when you step in, you can tell by the way he straightens up against the counter he was slouching against.

“I made some tweaks, care to review?” Eddie produces a slice of pie from the fridge and you nod, letting him feed you again, only you can’t help the giggles that shake your shoulders as you taste the food,

“For God’s sake, stop thinking about creampies you deviant! Think, what’s different?” 

You focus, its definitely different, maybe even better and as much as you don’t want to tease him too much you really can’t place the difference,

“I don’t know Eddie, did you… creampie the cream pie?” You feign horror at this,

“You’re so disgusting.” Eddie’s smiling at you, clearly amused by how he’s got a tweak past you and you can’t place it. You grab the fork from his hand and take another bite, getting cream on your nose in the process.

“Aw, hell.” 

“What?” You attempt, unsuccessfully, to lick the cream from your nose.

“Look at you. Looking all adorable and messy like we’re in a damn romcom.” You blush, dropping your gaze to the floor,

“You think I’m adorable?” Eddie sweeps a finger over your nose to wipe the cream off, placing his finger in his mouth,

“Obviously I think you’re adorable.” You take a step forward, pressing yourself against him and looking at his lips, then back up to his eyes, he swears those doe eyes of yours will break him one day but this time he steps back and smiles a little ruefully,

“You know nothing can happen between us right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your dad.”

“Eddie. I am about to be a college graduate. Do you really think my father has or even wants a say in who I date?”

“But the other guys were sayi-” You cut him off with a wave of your hands

“Yeah those other guys were warned off because I was barely 18 when I started working here, it would have been wildly inappropriate for anything to have happened, also I wasn't interested in any of them, not like you” You pause for a breath, holding your finger up to indicate you’re not done, “Do you think I volunteer for closes every night? I hate the closing shift but hanging out with you makes it almost worth it.”

“You done?” You nod,

“Thank fuck.” Eddie sweeps you up in his arms and presses his lips to yours, pushing you back against a counter, its messy and desperate, your hands quickly yanking that stupid fucking hair net off his head, Eddie’s own hands come to your apron, pulling the loose bow and letting it drop to the floor, his hands travel to your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, he breaks the kiss first but never lets his lips leave your skin for a second, kissing down to your neck,

“I thought you said no asses on counters.” You breathe out as he sinks his teeth into your neck,

“I’ll make an exemption just this once.” He growls out, 

“I hope it’s not just once.” Eddie’s laugh tickles your neck, making you shiver against him, he pulls you closer in response, unbuttoning your shirt and planting kisses to the newly exposed flesh there. You take advantage of his distraction and start palming him over his trousers, but you don’t leave him wanting for long, your hand slips under the waistband and grasps his thick length making him hiss 

“Shit, you’re keen.” 

“I want you, Eddie. I want to taste you, feel you in my mouth.” He’s died. He’s died and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for what is happening right now. He nods wordlessly and helps you to push his chequered trousers and boxers down.

You’d felt it with your hand but seeing the way your hand can barely wrap around Eddie’s cock makes your jaw drop slightly, you push him back so you can slide off the counter and drop to your knees before him, you run your tongue in a slow stripe from the base off him before lapping up the precum leaking from his tip, never breaking eye contact with him, you have him clutching at the counter behind him, weak from the lightest touch. He’s a goner when you wrap your lips around him, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth without so much as a break for a breath, when your lips kiss the skin at the base of his cock he’s sweating, practically convulsing as he fights the urge to fuck your pretty throat, he doesn’t have to fight the urge for long, as you start bobbing your head, pulling back only to suck him back in, making him whimper as he wraps your ponytail around his hand, to give himself even a semblance of control.

“Shit.. how the fuck are you taking so much of it?” Eddie’s cock twitches in your thoat and tears prick at your eyes, making your eye make up run, you withdraw slowly, keeping your tongue pressed firmly to him until you release him with a lewd pop.

“Pretty sure I was taking all of it, big boy.” Eddie’s panting but he scoops you up off the floor, leaning you against the counter as he undoes your zipper, pulling your trousers and underwear down in one deft move, before he turns you around and pushes you to bend at the waist over the counter, you’re expecting him to fill you with his aching cock, and spread your legs in anticipation, but when his wet tongue licks a path from your clit to your soaked entrance, and carries on to your other tight hole you can’t help but yelp in surprise,

“You good?” Eddie comes away from your body,

“Yes, so fucking good.” Eddie’s big hands massage at your ass cheeks as he returns to his long licks that make your thighs shake, you whine as his mouth comes away from you but the whine quickly becomes a long drawn at moan as you feel his fingers slipping into your soaked cunt, stretching you out with a delicious sting, as you adjust Eddie starts to work his tongue around your tight ass hole, the sensation entirely new to you, but fucking blissful. 

Eddie’s messy as he alternates between eating your ass and pussy, drool and your slick running down his chin and your thighs, one hand still knuckle deep inside you, rubbing your g-spot and the other hand digging into the soft flesh of your ass. His groans create vibrations that increase your pleasure, making you whine and cry out, your words have long since ceased to make sense, its not just cries of his name, begging him not to stop. And he doesn’t, not until your thighs are shaking, walls fluttering around his fingers, and you’re practically sobbing as your orgasm knocks the air from your lungs. You feel him stand up behind you and stroke your back softly, an almost jarring change of pace, you turn your head to look at him,

“Okay so no pressure, but I don’t as a rule bring condoms to work.” There’s an apologetic smile, as if that’s going to stop you,

“So?”

A devious smile on his lips, “You want to take me raw? Bad girl.” He’s already rubbing the head of his cock through your slick, making you gasp anytime he brushes past your clit,

“Eddie, please, fuck me.” 

“Since you asked so politely.” He sheathes himself inside you in one fluid motion that has your back arching, he gives you a moment to adjust before his hips are slapping against your ass, grunting as he feels the vice like grip of your walls around him,

“You’re so fucking tight, and so fucking wet.” Eddie purrs as he slams into you faster, relishing in the way your body grips him, and the wet sounds produced by every thrust.

“Feels so good, Eddie, so, so, so good.” Your voice trembles as you try to speak, words coming out in time with every relentless thrust of Eddie’s cock into you. You can feel Eddie’s balls smacking stickily against your clit, making you tremble at the stimulation, Eddie himself struggling to hold back his own orgasm as he feels your slick running down his balls.

“Eddie, Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.” Music to his ears, he keeps his pace, relentless and well-timed until he has you coming undone beneath him, curse words flying from your bitten lips, walls holding him inside you, whole body shivering as the pleasure washes over you. 

“Good girl.” He soothes you, letting his thrusts still until you’re relaxed around him, “Does this good girl want a pussy full of my cum as a reward for being so good for me?” You nod, barely able to lift your head from the pool of drool on the counter top. 

“Think you can manage words?” Eddie is thrusting into you slowly, keeping himself under control,

“Want your creampie Eddie.” Eddie laughs at your weak voice making a joke and pulls almost out, until just the tip of his cock remains inside you before he slams back in, knocking you breathless for a moment, he keeps up this brutal pace, relishing in your moans and the way your hands search for purchase on the counter top, until he’s emptying himself into you, becoming lightheaded. Eddie stays inside you for a few minutes, letting you both catch your breath. Eventually you straighten up, turning to Eddie, who looks fucked out in the most beautiful way, cheeks flushed, hair barely held in the bun he had tied his hair into, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“How was that?” He asks with a cheeky grin as you pull your clothes back on quickly, 

“5 stars. Shame about all the health code violations we just committed.” Eddie shrugs,

“Well worth it.” You have to agree with him there, you wait for him to pull his own clothes back on and pull him down to you to kiss him, there’s no lessening of the desire in it, in fact, the desperation of his kiss feels more intense, like he could go again in 10 minutes. Eddie breaks the kiss first, a dopey grin on his face,

“Okay, you can wipe the counter, I’ve got the floor.” You pout,

“Don’t look at me like that, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can go back to my place and do that all over again.” You nod, struck a little dumb that he could be ready to go again in such a short amount of time.

“It's real vanilla pods instead of extract, by the way. The pie.”

[vixielouudiary]

oh god. i'm back.

probably nobody will be reading this and honestly that's totally fine with me lol. but just in case someone does here's a little bit about me :)

my name is Vixie, but you can call me Vix, Vee, Ryan, or pretty much any of the names that i've deemed okay on my pronoun.page

i'm 16 (17 at the end of March) and i first joined tumblr when i was 10 years old after my best friend at the time introduced me to the site. i have since deleted my other account and blog(s) but the memories have unfortunately stayed :')

i'm coming back to this godforsaken hellhole of a site because it is the lesser of the evils i have decided to share my life on. also el*n owns twt now and it's all just a garbage fire soooo thanks no thanks.

but anyway, here's some stuff you should know about me :)

- non-binary with a femme lean in gender expression

- i guess i would be described as a HEAVILY left-leaning "centrist" but i personally identify with the Transhumanist party :)

- my favorite color is pink :D

- timezone is EST and i'm from the midwest!!

- i mainly prefer they/them over she/her but i won't get mad if you use she/her :)

- i have an amazing boyfriend of 2 years! our anniversary is 9/3 (3/9 for non-Americans). his name is Eli and i love him so much 💕💕💕

- my favorite animals are cats, snails, and skinks

- i want to be a dental assistant when i grow up 🦷🪥

- i'm super into Genshin Impact, Minecraft, and Sky: Children of the Light so PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM!!! or don't because i never shut up lolol

- however i don't like DSMP soooo don't talk to me abt that /nm

- i'm very socially awkward but i try my best to be friendly and kind and nice :)

- i hate trauma dumpers. please just vent elsewhere lol i can't take it /gen

- i'm in 11th grade :3

- my favorite youtube channels are Daniel Howell, Amazingphil, jacksfilms, Watcher, Contrapoints, and Nexpo :D

anything else you need to know about me is on my carrd! (link also below)

i hope whoever is reading this is having a good day! i'm going to try to post at least twice a week but no promises lolol

here's some stuff you will find on my blog:

- lists

- tierlists

- graphs

- blogs

- rants about literally any topic

- maybe art sometimes 👀

- vents (will be TW'd)

- weird pinterest moodboards i make

- gushing abt Watcher or Puppet History

- crying abt Genshin

- weird obscure memes i make

- weird, inappropriate fanfic that comes to me

- reblogs of content creators i like :)

these will all be tagged btw!! and titled ofc but if you want to file them then they will be tagged :D

oh here's my carrd :3

https://vixielou.carrd.co

(my prn.page is in there too :3)

ok byebye now!

𝘷𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘶 ! ‎૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[eddiemunsono]

real gods require blood - chapter three

chapter one - chapter two

18+ | Eddie x Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington is your boyfriend and life couldn't be better. It could, however, be freakier. Eddie Munson introduces you to his kinky ways and neither of you recover.

Or, you get caught fucking in Eddie's trailer and he makes you pay.

Warnings: this is an ongoing fic, will be posting and linking chapters as i go - find more chapters on my ao3 kinks: Dom!Eddie, Switch!Steve, Sub!Reader, choking, vibrators, hair pulling, tiny bit of daddy kink, some coercion but like not unwanted coercion fun coercion

Word count: 3.3k (9.4k total)

“How does that sound?” Eddie’s gaze shifted between you and Steve, ensuring you both understood his offer correctly. 

If you heard right - and you thought you had - Eddie Munson was offering to be your guide through the forbidden forest that was BDSM. You hadn’t even heard of the acronym a few weeks ago. And now here you were, trying so desperately but failing so beautifully to avoid the temptation. 

“Yes.”

Eddie chuckled at your blunt answer, then prompted Steve.

“What d’ya say, pretty boy?”

Steve looked dumbfounded. He’d been looking that way a lot lately. Nevertheless, he had his hands awkwardly crossed over his crotch, attempting to hide the evidence of his desire. You’d spoken at length together after your first excursion with Eddie, promising to make it known immediately if there was any uneasiness. Honesty was the foundation of your relationship. It had been from the very beginning when you’d drunkenly confessed your feelings to Steve at one of his infamous house parties. Steve wasn’t uncomfortable, but he felt vulnerable navigating this new world. A world where he wasn’t in charge. And, well, Steve liked being in charge. So he nodded, hellbent on learning everything he could about what gave you pleasure.

“Where do you want us to start, princess?” Eddie inquired.

You had been tossing around an idea ever since Eddie mentioned it, inspecting it from all angles. So you answered frankly, “I want you to choke me.” 

“C-Christ.” Steve stuttered.

Eddie trapped his tongue in his teeth with a sly grin. He sat back and crossed his arms after gesturing to Steve with a flourish of his hand.

“You gonna make her ask twice?” 

Steve glanced at Eddie and then back at you with those warm brown eyes of his, “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

It was true, Steve was terrified of doing something wrong, pushing too many boundaries. His miscalculation, however, was naively assuming you weren’t craving subservience. Eddie knew the glint in your eye. The one that cried out for domination. So he offered a solution. 

“Let me show you.” 

Eddie was a puppet master. He hauled Steve forward, both of them standing over you, crowding your space, but they were more than welcome. The energy in the room had shifted. You were perched on the edge of Steve’s bed, leaning into the two men eagerly. As you blinked up at the pair, they returned your gaze, hungry. 

At Eddie's instruction, Steve’s hand clumsily grazed your skin before settling at the base of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, unaccustomed to the feeling. He fit like a glove, like his tender fingers were designed for you to wear as a necklace. 

“That’s it. Now squeeze, just the sides… Good.” 

Eddie noticed your eyes glaze over. He loved that blank stare, “We own you, don’t we, princess?”

You nodded fervently, your range of motion slightly obstructed by Steve’s grip. Your head swam, dizzyingly intoxicated. Every worry and thought that had been circling your mind moments before vanished. Eddie's order echoed around your brain, his words the only tangible notion in your stupor.

“Say it.” 

“You own me.” 

“Good girl.” 

You whimpered involuntarily. 

“How does that feel, Stevie? Your girl all pretty and whiny just for us.”

Your eyes were fluttering, but you realized Steve’s gaze had hardened. Watching him channel unholy power was strangely invigorating. For the first time, you were outnumbered. Steve had taken his first steps into the darkness, and he was just getting started. 

“Feels good.” He was acting independently of Eddie now, clutching tighter. 

Eddie’s face was struck with awe and pride. He admired the monster he created whilst fearing him too. He could hardly wait to see how this played out. 

Steve leaned into you, catching your lips with a rough intensity. He pulled away and nipped your lip in the process, forcing a whine to escape your throat. You were dazed. Whether it was from the lack of oxygen or Steve’s change in demeanor, you weren’t sure. But then his touch was gone. Your head lolled from the sudden lack of support, and you fought to keep your eyes pinned on his. He took a few steps backwards and fell into a chair remarkably similar to the one that kept him captive last time, except cushioned and larger. That Steve had vanished. In his place was a brooding creature dressed with an irresistibly cunning smirk. His fingers bounced against his thigh, beckoning you. You wordlessly stood, bewitched by him. But Steve wouldn’t have that.

“Get on your knees. Crawl to me.” 

Steve's body shifted. He was leaning in, daring you. His head cocked to one side, and his elbows rested on his thighs, fingers interlocked. He looked delicious up there on his throne of debauchery. He allowed this experience to consume him, and he was basking in the flames. You were all too eager to join him. You sank to your knees, leisurely moving towards him without breaking his gaze. You savored the way his steely gaze faltered at your body curving. As you reached him, you kneeled, ready and willing. He held your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting you, observing. 

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s eyebrow raised. His tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, really hoping that Steve wouldn’t challenge his authority today. Steve wouldn’t - not yet, at least. 

“C’mere.” 

Steve was telling, albeit gently, but Eddie listened. Not out of respect but curiosity. What would the king of Hawkins High ask him to do next? Eddie was practically buzzing with excitement. He made his way behind Steve, joining him in leering over you. His ring-adorned fingers were dancing impatiently over Steve’s broad shoulders. 

“Hold her.” 

Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. Before you'd even processed Steve's instruction, he had your arms pinned behind your back. You noisily protested, offended that Steve used Eddie as a henchman. The old Steve would’ve apologized. He would’ve stroked your hair and consoled you until he had you laughing at some silly joke he made. Once again, you were reminded that your sweet boyfriend was gone. In his place, a menace. A young king drunk on power. You were as enraged as you were enthralled.

Eddie’s hair brushed over your shoulder with each attempted struggle. His thumb reassuringly stroked over your wrist. Eddie didn’t use much strength to keep you restrained because, in all honesty, you weren’t fighting that hard. It was nice to be near him again, under his control. Their control. The anticipation of Steve’s next move was killing you. He had never been this unpredictable. Which is why your jaw hung open when he unzipped his jeans and tugged them over his knees. 

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You did, desperate to please. Steve nodded his head, and Eddie’s hand latched onto your hair as if they'd rehearsed it, shoving you down on Steve’s crotch. You moaned on Steve’s shaft, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. It was getting hard to breathe under Eddie’s regiment, and you gagged a little as Steve’s length hit the back of your throat. Eddie yanked you up and wiped the drool from your lips obscenely with his tongue as you gasped.

“I didn’t say she could stop.” 

Eddie scoffed at Steve’s bravado but coerced you again. You were whimpering, very content to be a pawn in their battle for dominance. Steve failed to realize that with Eddie controlling your every move, the tattooed man was determining your mouth's pace around Steve himself. Eddie was being particularly rough in an effort to punish Steve, of course. He knew you could handle it, and he hoped Steve couldn't. 

“F-fuck.”

Steve tossed his head back, unable to keep his composure. Acquiring power had been easy. He had a few lessons to learn in exercising restraint, though. Something Eddie could help him with, no doubt. Eddie untangled his fingers from your hair and allowed you to take back some control. Partly because he wanted to retrieve a rather exhilarating gift and partly because he wanted to observe the subtleties in the way you gratified Steve. He was establishing how to contain the demon he’d unleashed. Just in case. You swirled your tongue skillfully around Steve’s tip, knowing exactly what to do when left to your own devices.

“Hey…” Steve firmly warned you.

He was close, but he didn’t want to cum. Not yet. He used two hands to cup your jaw, pulling your lips to his in an effort to distract you. It worked. 

“Up, get up.” He murmured in between messy kisses. 

His tone was harsh, clashing with the gentle caress of his lips. His soft touch didn’t last for long, though. His fingernails were digging into your skin, making half-moon dents in your flesh as he hauled you onto his lap. You gleefully straddled him and ran your fingers through his floppy hair. You tugged a little, testing his resolve and making him grunt. He didn’t appreciate it. 

“Don’t.” 

He pawed at your skirt, hiking it higher than it had already risen over your thighs. Suddenly, he ripped at your panties, tearing them to shreds. You hissed at the friction burn on your skin. He grinned. Once again, with absolutely no warning, he lifted your hips and sheathed himself deep inside you. You draped yourself over him, burning at the intrusion but relishing the pain. Sparks like mini fireworks reverberated through your body with every bounce. He filled you so wonderfully, it was bliss. Steve was being rougher than normal, but that evil glint in his eye had subsided. The man underneath you was one you recognized and were safe with. 

What both of you had managed to forget, however, was that there was a wildcard now. One who wasn’t tamed so easily. And Eddie Munson didn’t like to be forgotten. He’d retrieved his prize, one that was sure to make you both regret ignoring him for so long. A sharp buzzing rang out. You thought at first that Steve’s stereo had malfunctioned, but in a split second, it was clear that was not the case. An intense vibration electrified your skin, directly where your body meshed with Steve’s. You both yelped at the foreign feeling. It was a pleasure you’d never felt before, and your hips were instinctively twisting, chasing more.

“What is that?” Your voice was shaking.

“A vibrator, princess. Like it?”

“Mhmm...” You moaned into Steve’s neck, low enough so only he could hear, "I love it, Daddy."

Steve groaned back, completely losing control. Every vibration was pulsing through him too, and he just discovered that he would do a lot of bad things to keep that pressure there. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, clawing at your back, sure to leave scratches. He was pumping so hard into you that it hurt. You were consumed by him.

Your eyelids fluttered open long enough to catch a glimpse of Eddie, the deity bestowing you pleasure, who was now naked. Your jaw clenched. You weren’t sure how he always managed to look like that, dripping with sex. Even when clothed, he had an undeniably alluring way of carrying himself. It was the first time you’d seen him clearly in all his glory, and he was blessed. 

Eddie was chuffed with himself. He knew the vibrator would get you worked up, but he had no idea how effective it would be; otherwise he would’ve used it much sooner. His wicked tactics were no match for you and Steve. Certainly not when he cruelly turned the toy off without warning. You both whipped your heads round to glare at him, objecting fiercely. The bastard tried but failed to hide his smirk. 

“Beg,” He had you both exactly where he wanted you. Eddie loved seeing you this needy, this desperate. Reliant on him for pleasure, “Beg, or you’ll regret it.” He taunted, turning the toy on and waving it just out of reach.

“Please!” You blurted out, encouraging Steve to follow suit. 

“Please.” You felt his cock twitch inside you. Steve was ruined.

Eddie grinned, “So good for me.” 

You whined as Eddie pressed the toy to your skin again. He was standing close, so close to both of you. You couldn’t ignore his erection, flushed and angry and perfectly level with your mouth, which was currently unoccupied. You relied on Steve to keep up the pace as you turned your attention to Eddie. Your tongue flicked out to taste him, and he groaned, leaning into you. Eddie used his free hand to guide his shaft deeper into your mouth at the awkward angle. You glanced up at him and then across at your panting boyfriend. Steve’s eyes were hooded and heavy. And then, surprising all three of you, Steve leaned forward and joined you in your efforts. His pink tongue and swollen lips dragged against Eddie's flushed cock, exploring the unfamiliar territory. It was quite possibly the most turned-on you’d ever been. Your tongues battled over Eddie’s shaft, finding intense moments of raw lust to kiss messily. 

At this point, you were all moaning recklessly. You began to buck your hips urgently, chasing that building tension in the pit of your stomach. Your muscles spasmed around Steve, causing him to whimper even louder. Your tongues were drooling, dancing over Eddie, determined to reciprocate the indulgence he was gifting you. Eddie thrust his hips between you and Steve, a sheen of sweat lingering on his forehead and heaving tattooed chest. The vibrations became too much for you, and your breath hitched. Then you lost all control. You thrashed and screamed. You’d never felt undulating euphoria like that powerful little toy was granting you, and it crashed over you in tidal waves. Steve was feral, scratching at your back and hastily cleaning up the mess you left on Eddie with his tongue. With a sacrilegious sob, he came deep inside you. Mess seeped over your thighs, marking you both with evidence of your corruption.

Eddie had taken care of you both, now it was time to return the favor. He discarded the vibrator and held both your mouths in position by your hair, urging you to focus. He was on the edge. Steve dragged his tongue along Eddie’s shaft as you licked delicately around his tip. You had always made a good team.

“Yes… God, fuck!”

Eddie groaned and hunched forward, needing one of his hands to jerk himself over the edge. He came with shuddering beauty, jaw hung open at the spectacle beneath him. You and Steve had your mouths wide, tongues out and eager. Waiting for Eddie. His aim wasn’t the best, resulting in his cum on your cheek, and Steve had some down his chest. You giggled at each other, admiring the other in their rawest form of submission. Without hesitation, you licked up the mess on your boyfriend. Steve followed suit, taking your head in his hands and sloppily kissing at your cheeks. Once Steve was satisfied, he slumped back in the chair, only just beginning to contemplate what had transpired.

“Jesus H. Christ, you two.”

Eddie was using the back of Steve’s chair to prop himself up. It was safe to say you were all exhausted. 

“What?” You teased, blinking up at the raven-haired man innocently.

“Don’t give me that look.” 

Eddie said with an exhausted smile before bending down and kissing your lips gently, unwinding from the chaos of moments before. He took a beat before leaning over to kiss Steve, too, much to your arousal. Your muscles clenched around Steve because he groaned weakly, too sensitive to do much else. Eddie helped you off Steve’s lap and draped you both over his shoulders, hauling you to the shower.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

It was peaceful when Eddie started the shower. The roaring water was a tenuous tether back to reality. You and Steve were shattered, draped over each other in a pathetic heap. After that unspeakable encounter, you weren’t sure if you had any brain cells left. You were empty. The only thing circling your mind was Eddie, Steve, Eddie, Steve. Over and over again like a broken record. So when Eddie magically appeared by your side, offering you his arm, you were thankful. Not only because you needed him to stay upright but because he was one of the only things that made sense right now. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” 

His tone flowed like honey, soothing you. You pawed at Steve, who was hanging over the bathroom sink, unwilling to leave him behind but lacking the brainpower to verbalize that. 

“It’s okay, baby, we’ll get him in a second. Watch your step.” 

Hot water splashed over your body, pacifying your stinging skin. You closed your eyes and let your hair get saturated under the spray. You stood there, you didn’t know how long for. But when your eyes fluttered open, the other two were with you, similarly exhausted but ultimately satisfied. Eddie had lathered soap in his hands and was scrubbing you down. You whimpered when his fingers grazed over your raw skin. He apologized with sweet scattered kisses over your burning body.

“Hey, you know you did so good? So well for me and Steve.” 

Eddie was cupping your cheeks now, waiting for the submissive look on your face to dissipate. To ensure you’d crawled out of that space you went to when Eddie and Steve required it.

“You’re okay now. Feel the water on your skin, every drop. Come back to us. Good girl.”

You felt your stomach flip, and you whined, “It doesn’t help when you call me that.” 

Eddie chuckled, “Sorry, baby. Do you feel better?”

You nodded, finally perceiving coherent thoughts rather than having them slip through your grasp like smoke. It was cramped in the shower, and the air was thick with steam, but you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. The color had come back to Steve’s face, and he was working suds over Eddie’s shoulder and back. You leaned into Eddie’s chest, and he enveloped you with wet arms. 

“Steve…” You moaned, wanting to feel him, needing him to ground yourself. 

Eddie shuffled around, and you ended up in the middle of the two men, surrounded by them once more. The smell of Steve’s ginseng body wash and sweat filled your nose. Then, at long last, you were back. Fully reinhabited. You weren’t sure if they wanted to talk about what Steve had done with Eddie, so you ignored it (but made a mental note to ask Steve when you were alone). Instead, you decided that you needed your hair washed. It did still have some remnants of Eddie’s cum in it, after all. You worked foam into your hair, twirling it into funny shapes to amuse the men.

“You need to work on your aim, Sir.” You said the title jokingly, but Eddie’s cock twitched.

It seemed like you had hit a nerve but were too tired to do anything about it. Luckily, Steve was distracted by the bubbles swirling your head. He was playing with them like a child, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his innocent joy. You squirmed playfully and got some froth on Eddie’s nose. Steve cracked up as Eddie stood there attempting to be stoic, but the laughter was too infectious. He scooped some bubbles from your head and threw them at Steve. He ducked but was too slow to avoid the onslaught. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” He was holding his hands up in surrender.

Your stomach hurt from laughing, “Okay, take it easy, you two.”

The men looked at each other and then at you. It was as if their minds had become one. They squished you in between their bodies, holding you tight. You squealed in delight as they swished soapsuds all over you and each other. This was where you belonged. You were home.

[bonny-kookoo]

👹Bad Habits (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️🔞

👹Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

👹Genre: (Twisted)Romance, Angst, Smut, Psycho!JK

👹Warnings: Size kink, Body worship, biting, rough manhandling, JK accidentally hurts her a bit (but apologizes dw), mildly disturbing themes (blood, guts, bones cracking...), criminal activities such as theft (mentioned) and murder (not actively stated, but heavily implied), panic attack, psychotic episodes, psycho!JK because holy shit I actually got scared what did I create, degrading names (he calls her a whore in his mind like once..), possessive JK, strength kink, reader is unable to conceive (chances are very slim), unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks), impreg kink, dead dove do not eat 🕊 manipulative Koo, Dom!Kook, therapy talk, relapses, horrible anger management, emotional koo, emotional reader, look mom I actually wrote a happy ending

👹Summary: Oh monster monster under my bed, you’re the only one I have left, come out and play ‘cause I need a friend.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

You know this, you are very aware of it if the very much still gaping holes in the walls of your apartment, left from his most recent violent episode is anything to go by. He's got anger issues, that much is very apparent to anyone who genuinely knows Jungkook. Somehow he just can't keep himself in check, it's like he just needs the perfect trigger to simply go off like a bomb dropped from ten feet. It doesn't take much to rile him up. It takes a lot however to get him back down again.

Now, this would be the perfect moment to explain that you are the sweet and kind ray of sunlight calming his temper and cooling his ever violently burning mind- but that's not the case. There's nothing that can tame the young man at your side, nothing that can snap that collar around his neck and chain him up to a wall until he's safe to be around again. You can't do anything more than watch and pray that he will keep his promise to never ever hurt you. At first, you were worried. Anyone would be.

But then the first outbreak came.

Then the second.

And you were fine.

He would wreck the apartment, throw furniture, or beat someone to a bloody mess in an alleyway next to a nightclub simply because the guy had looked at your admittedly short skirt the wrong way. While for the longest time he didn't care about anyone, you've become his possession, in every way that the word stands. He owns you, every single cell of your being is his, and he's ready to push anyone's eyes back into their skull just for looking at you weirdly. No one is allowed to lust after you but him. No one's allowed to even think about you but him.

It's quite bittersweet, the reasoning behind his obsession with you. You're not scared, you're never running away, you're always so gentle, so delicate, such an angel around him- and in one way he fears that one day he's gonna be the wolf eating the sheep in a frenzy. In the other however, he's weirdly amused by it; the way you still look at him so innocently as if you didn't know that his hands could snap your neck like a twig between his combat boots he's typically sporting. It's a very twisted story with you two, and in a sense, he's certain that you have to be just as sick in your head as he is for genuinely loving him and his bad habits.

Just like now.

You're not saying anything. Even when you can hear the young mans ribs cracking underneath the steel toed black boots of your boyfriend, you're quiet, watching, unable to tear your eyes away from him- and you don't even know who exactly you're watching. You have already forgotten what the young man looked like- your eyes unable to reconstruct his facial features back to what they were before Jungkook had thrown his fists into them until the stranger couldn't even open his eyes anymore, face bloody and bruised to the point where you're hoping he won't survive it. You're also simply watching as Jungkooks pretty long hair, drenched in a mixture of sweat and rain from above whips around violently as if to mimic the way his muscled leg stomps into the man's chest over an over again, face holding a determination that should scare you. It's all over after a moment however, as your boyfriend seems to grow a bit tired now, slowly calming down as his anger ebbs down, waves finally evening as he breathes heavily. He runs a hand through his hair as he looks at what's in front of his feet; unable to quite realize that this was actually him. He turns, looking for you, and his entire facial expression suddenly changes.

While he looked absolutely terrifying just moments before, he's suddenly holding such a sweet and calm glint in his eyes as he takes off his jacket, putting it over your head as he smiles down at you, inner demon now fed again as it seems to crawl back behind his actual soul it consumes daily. You smile back, and he leads you out of the alley, giggling like a teenager when you playfully start to run towards the car, calling him a sore looser when he doesn't let you win like he usually does.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's just a young man as well, deep down.

He's got you sat on his lap as he greedily licks at your neck, teeth suddenly clamping down on the skin as you mewl underneath his touch and actions. He's grinning like the devil in person, his large-in-comparison palms holding your behind as they suddenly sneak underneath your shirt; his shirt, actually, and the main reason he suddenly got hungry to devour you. Your hair is still slightly damp, but he doesn't care as he lifts you up, placing you underneath him on your shared bed, hair falling into his eyes as he pulls the dark grey carharrt shirt over your head, immediately kissing your collarbone, hands kneading your breasts needily as he seems too eager to slow down anytime soon. He grabs your ribs and its as if he doesn't know where to touch- he wants it all, wants to feel it all, all at once, because it drowns out all the bad things he usually does. You're an outlet for his pent up aggression, only that he lets loose differently with you. He's got no hunger to make you suffer, to give you pain or to have you look at him in fear. No, he simply craves the way you writhe underneath him, ready for him, wanting, needing him. Such an angel, such a whore, so needy for his love and affection.

Something he wasn't sure he was capable of.

But he is, and it shows; while he usually moves with his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, ever so agitated by the simplest of things, his face is calm now, relaxed, eyes however still feral- his gaze enough to make your core ache and your skin tingle. He's chuckling as he moves you around, suddenly impatient as he noticed your panties won't leave your legs as fast as he wants them to. It irritates him to the point where he just rips them as the seams, the fabric now ruined, but neither of you care as his hand instantly finds its way down to cup your heat, ring- and middle finger collecting your slick to bring it upwards to your clit, thumb running in circles over it as you squirm and whine, making him smile.

You're so sweet like this, and he can't help but move your legs, pulling you closer to him in his usual rough manner- he's not capable of being all gentle and sweet, after all. He tries, he really does, but Jungkook is like an overgrown puppy; he doesn't know how much strength he actually has. And it shows, as you squeak, painfully so, as he had gripped your legs a bit too tightly; fingerprints already an angry red on your skin, and he cooes at you, apologizing. "I'm sorry, so sorry.." He hushes against your skin, placing sweet kisses on the pulsing marks on your leg. "can't help it baby.." He muses, and you simply nod your head, hands reaching out for him as he smiles again, kissing your lips, finally.

He's never been fond of the gesture before, not understanding why something as unsanitary as this could be meant to signify any romance at all. But eventually he's gotten to know the intimacy of it, and had decided for himself that he'll never kiss anyone but you in his life. He doesn't want anyone but you anyways. You're his, for now, and forever.

"You're so sweet angel, you know that?"

He humms it against your neck as he finally rids himself of his own clothes, erection hard and proudly waiting to bury itself into your sweet cunt. "Hmm.." He humms again, amusement in his voice as he continues to draw patterns over your sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "I still can't believe how I fit inside that pretty body of yours." He says, as you suddenly feel the hot skin of his length against your middle. "Can't believe you can take it so well princess." His hand leaves your core finally, as he slowly enters you, making you mewl as he groans.

He doesn't have much self-restraint, but every time you're together like this, you're both amazed by how much he can control himself. The way he plays you like an expensive instrument makes you hang from his hands like a puppet on its strings. And you love it- the simple fact that he's able to do anything he wants with you, yet he'd never use you just to throw you away. He'd never hurt you. You know this.

He grins as he places his hand over the slight bulge forming underneath your skin where his cock is moving inside you, all warm and swollen, impatient as he can't help but move more vigorously, harder than before, as your body moves along with the beat he's giving you. He's in control, its impossible to lie about that and you don't see any problem with that. Your mind is empty, only pleasure remains as he bites down onto your skin again, hands roaming as if they can't decide where they want to stay; because it's the truth after all. He can't decide what he loves most about you, if your body is whats the most desirable or if its your soul locked inside of it and chained to his own like a prisoner. He gets a kick out of this feeling, out of the way you're speared on his cock like the doll you are, and if he desired to, he could simply snap your bones like those pepero snacks you always eat, and it would be just as sweet as they taste. Yet he doesn't- he's being oh so generous with you, letting you live beside him, keeping you as safe as he could at his side, never to let anything come close to you. You're his.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also head over heels in love with you.

You don't know what it was this time.

You only know that he's currently in your shared apartment, having returned from Job hunting, and by the sounds of crashing glass, he's probably having another one of those days. You know you should just leave him, but ever so often your own curiosity gets the best of you, and you sit up on the bed, dressed in nothing but a shirt, your panties, and socks to keep your feet warm, since the heating in your apartment broke months ago. You carefully open the bedroom door, peaking around the wood to spot him as he currently kicks his shoes off in an ever so violent manner. He spots you, eyes dark and feral, but this time it's not lust in them. "Get back inside." He barks out, and you know why he does it.

He wants to keep you safe.

Against all odds he knows what he is. He knows he's sick, knows he's a danger to himself and others, and that's why he's always telling you to stay away from him whenever his anger is boiling over like this. It's his way of keeping you safe, keeping you protected and you know better than to go against his own judgement. He knows himself best, after all.

Only as you can hear him hiss in pain do you go against him.

As the apartment grows quiet, you slowly step outside the room again, eyes searching for the form of your boyfriend, before finally spotting him near the kitchen table, one hand on it, while the other is held close to his chest. You can see blood on the white cracked tiled floor close to him, and you immediately grow worried for him. You slowly creep inside the bathroom, retrieving some stuff from the first aid kit, as you walk back outside, spotting him on the couch now. "..kookie?" You carefully ask, wary of any signs of his body that he's not yet down to earth yet. But he doesn't move at all. You slowly walk around the couch, squatting down in front of him as your hands carefully reach out for his inked arm, and he lets you, his eyes eerily not looking at anything at all. You hiss a bit and sit down on his lap as he doesn't argue with you, almost delicately treating his wounded skin. He's probably somehow cut himself on the broken glass from the photo frame he broke. He seems awfully exhausted, which isn't a new sight to you. He usually is after a day like that.

"We're gonna loose the apartment." He says darkly, yet you don't stop what you're doing, simply humming an acknowledgement at him, while you don't look up at him. "Are you even listening?!" He suddenly barks out, grabbing your wrists as you look at him; not in fear however. You simply wait for him, like you always do, until he suddenly looks down onto his hands, letting go of your now red wrists with a look on his face like his favorite puppy has just been killed. "They simply said because of my criminal record they can't employ me-" He began, already getting riled up again as you kissed his cheek to distract him before he could slip again. With you situated on his lap like that, it could prove fatal.

"I'm gonna get a job, from home maybe. We'll figure things out." You softly say, and he doesn't seem like he quite believes you. He doesn't need to, at least not yet. It takes time, but you'll take yourself the time you need, even if its someone else's. Its not like he ever really cared about whats who's after all. "I still love you, you know?" You say, and that's when he breaks.

For the first time in those years you know him, he falls to the ground, crashes onto concrete with full force, and it wrecks through his entire body as he pulls you close, sobbing into your neck as he hiccups and chokes on his emotions, his hug painfully tight, but you don't complain. You're too shocked by his state to react much, other than running a hand over his back in a hopefully soothing manner. He doesn't stop for a moment, and you don't have a good feeling for time, so you cant tell how long you both sit like this, until he's finally exhausted to the point of simple slumping down, asleep as his body finally gives up. You carefully stand up, letting him somehow softly fall to his side as you struggle to pull his legs up to properly lay o the couch. Walking into the bedroom you retrieve blankets for him and yourself, as you crawl underneath his arm to lay against his chest, underneath the blankets, as you try and think of a way to help him.

You can't get a job. Not only because he won't let you, but because you get sick too easily. You're not allowed by doctors advice to work in any field that requires direct customer contact- and sadly that's all your educational level would allow you to work in. It never bothered Jungkook however, if anything he welcomed it as a good reason for you to stay at home, and at his side at all times. For him however, there were different reasons he didn't have a job. He couldn't keep one, with his short temper making him unfit for any job that required him to handle other people. He was a bomb ready to explode any moment at all times, and it was hard for him to land a job at any interview he somehow got. And nowadays, as word got around, no one simply wanted to employ him; stories of him going off at complaints and always being ready to throw hands made him the talk of the town in terms of who to look out for. He also had a criminal record- which didn't make the situation any easier.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. And it's a serious issue.

You somehow made it another month concerning rent.

With you selling some clothing you made yourself for a reasonable price, you somehow had at least a bit of an income, yet Jungkook didn't really seem like himself these days. He didn't leave the apartment much, and seemed much more grim to everything around him. You somehow thought that maybe he was just in a bad mood- but it seemed like this time things were a bit more serious than that.

"Princess?" He calls, as you rub your hand over the side of your neck, having laid on the couch weirdly as you had been taking a nap recently. You perked up at his call, walking out of the open kitchen to meet his gaze in the living room, his eyes serious as he pats his thighs; an invitation for you to sit down. He likes having you seated on his lap like this; it makes him feel all comfortable, knowing that you're so close to him. "I.." He starts, and visibly struggles with finding the right words for what he wants to say. "I want to get therapy." He states, and its quiet for a moment. You need to process his words for a second, as he never spoke about his issues like this. You never really thought about this option at all, and it makes you feel bad, deep inside, as you now realize that this was something you should've thought about as well, from the start on maybe. But you never wanted him to change for you; making you kick yourself in your thoughts. It never occurred to you that he wasn't changing for you, he didn't need to change for you, he needed to change for himself as well. You simply started to smile, and your arms snaked around his neck as he breathed in your scent, happy that you take this so well. He had struggled with the acceptance of it for a long time, and with you at his side, he knows he can somehow maybe change.

Even if its just a bit.

"I want to be a better man. For me, and mostly for you." He starts, and you attempt to speak, but he smiles, and kisses you instead, successfully shutting you up. "Don't say I don't need to. We know I do." He explains, and you nod. You're curious on why he suddenly realized it, but you decide not to dig too deep, as he currently seems vulnerable enough to you. So you simply let him hold you like this, quietly, calmly, while outside the thunderstorm continues, rain hitting the windows with as much force as the wind sees fit. Its ironic, really. Typically the situation is the opposite.

But somehow it feels like everything is changing, right in that moment. Just a few words have been spoken, but the ones that did make it out were a promise, a vow, a sentence of hope to finally get a hold on the future you both had dreamed about before, tangled in sheets and each others limbs. He's always said he wanted a family, as cheesy as it sounded to him back then, and then he'd laughed about it as if it was a joke. It somehow was, at least during that time it was; how could he be a better father than his if he was just the same? He didn't want his story to take a turn like that, to end up hurting you in the process of his own selfishness just to get what he wanted. No, he wanted something different in his life; he wanted his children to look up to him as a person they could be in awe of not because they were scared, but because they were proud to have them.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also finally realizing it.

Therapy never goes smoothly from A to point B. It's never a smooth ride, never a straight line connecting the start to the goal. And Jungkook is feeling that as he walks through the door, fuming after an in his eyes pointless session with his therapist. Why the fuck would they want to know about his childhood? That's his business and his own only, it doesn't concern anyone other than himself. Hell, he never even talked to you about it- and he sure as hell won't start chatting away with a stranger like this. He can't control himself as his fist connects with the wall next to the door, drywall cracking underneath the force as you stand in the middle of the living room, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He's disappointed in himself in that moment; he was supposed to get better. He was supposed to have himself in check by now, it was supposed to end; yet here he is, just the same as a month before he started. You try and walk towards him, and he's ready to tell you to turn around and leave him alone, but he doesn't. For some reason, this is not pure anger he's feeling.

It's frustration.

And it leads to his eyes watering, as he lets you hold him close, your warm palms running over his back as best as you can with the height difference, and he simply lets his forehead rest on your shoulder, breathing while you softly count next to his ear. He concentrates and lets go of his emotions all at once, taking his time to feel them before he opens his mind up to letting them go. It sounded stupid to him when he was told that this could help him, but now that he's doing it, he gets why its being taught. It helps. Its like a bandaid being taken off after your cut has heeled. It hurts a bit as its being taken off, but the fresh air on the newly connected skin feels so good that the short sting before is more than worth it.

He sniffles, and you giggle, making him chuckle as well, as he runs a hand over your head, a silent sign that he's okay now. "Try again next week. You're doing so great now, Kookie." You say, and its this small encouragmenent that makes him grin brightly.

Because as you both stand in the kitchen, making homemade pizza for the first time in ages, he feels at ease with his surroundings. He calms down rather quickly even though some things don't go as planned, and laughs more freely at his own mistakes as you smile brightly at him. Sometimes you feel like crying, seeing him change like this, but you're strong enough to hold it in until he leaves during the day. You're still unsure how the future will be changing, still a lot unknown to the both of you, but for now, you'll continue to keep each others heads above the waves with your sewing, while he does his best at getting better. You know he can make it, you're certain he can, and will.

Because Jungkook is sick. But he's finally getting help.

You don't know what has happened when he bursts through the door, uncaring to either take off his shoes nor to close it behind him, as he picks you up, spins you around, grinning so much his eyes crinkle at their sides, and you laugh, even though you don't know why he's so happy. "I got a job! Baby, I finally got a job!" He yells, screams almost, and it makes your eyes water; not because he's taking a huge weight off your shoulder, but because this has been one of his biggest goals ever since he started this journey of getting help. He's so happy about it that this time you can't keep it in, you can't stop the tears as they flow out, making you hiccup and wheep into his shoulder as you struggle to get your words out. "Baby- Princess, hey hey-" He says, setting you down as his hands wipe away at your eyes, the letter confirming his acceptance still in his left hand as he worriedly looks at you. "Why are you crying angel? hm?" He cooes, admittedly a bit amused, because he can imagine what's happening.

"I'm so happy!" You squeeze out, before another wave hits you, and he kneels down, holding you tightly again, as he doesn't let go of you, his love for you overflowing inside his veins as it fills his entire body. He's so thankful for your existence in his life, and he will never be truly able to properly tell you that. It's impossible to put it into his words how much he appreciates you staying at his side through this entire endeavor. Every time he's asked why he does this, his answer is always your name on his lips, always spoken with a slight smile, nowadays a bright grin he's not ashamed showing.

You don't let him go until he chuckles. "Will you let me close the door at least?" He asks amused, as he feels the slightly cool breeze coming inside from the complex' hallway. You disconnect yourself from him for a moment, wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he closes the door, finally taking off his shoes at last, as he walks back, running towards you with a playful growl that makes you laugh as you try and run away from him. But he catches you easily, carrying you over his shoulder into the bedroom, where he bites and licks at your neck, hands pinching your sides making you squirm around and laugh, desperately trying to get away from him. He'll never let you, and you know this, so its unsurprising that he's suddenly pulling your sweater over your head, needing to be close to you. It's cold inside the apartment, and you shiver as the almost icy air around you nips at your skin. "Can't wait until we can use the heating again.." He murmurs against your skin as he shifts around a bit, carefully undressing himself before he crawls underneath the heavy covers with you. "then you can flaunt around in your pretty underwear all day without getting cold." He chuckles, as you hit his chest playfully at the remark. "What? Its always so cold I never get to see you in it." He whines, as he reaches between your legs, inked hand easily working you up as you squirm around. "I never get to see your pretty body properly because we have to hide away like this." He complains, and you simply whine at him, as he suddenly enters you. "For now I'll just warm you up like this, hm?" He humms out, and you nod, not really understanding what you're agreeing to, but you do it anyways.

He's awfully slow and soft, you notice, as he' way more collected as usual. "I love this." He suddenly presses out, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the side if your neck, trailing down to nip at your collarbone, while his hands find yours, intertwining your fingers in a gesture you can only describe as awfully romantic. "I love being able to make love to you." He explains, as you open your eyes a bit, meeting his as he watches you underneath him. "Though I think you don't mind me being a bit rough with you, no?" He playfully suggests, and your cheeks grow a bit red at that, before he laughs, head dipping down to properly kiss your lips, tongue instantly searching for entrance as he doesn't pick up the pace. "Can't wait until you're all round with my baby." He suddenly suggests, and your eyes open wide as you open your mouth to correct him, but you shut up as his eyes meet yours, determination in them as he suddenly grabs the behind of your thighs, positioning them a bit differently to hit even deeper. "I know, I know-" He chants, as he picks up his pace. "I don't care." He presses out between his own heavy breaths. "I'll just-" He begins, loving the way you mewl under his touch, "I'll just fuck you over and over again until it works." He promises, and you simply nod, unable to deny him. The chances you'll ever conceive are slim- but as he states, never zero. "I'll just- I'll just fill you up until your body can't help but give me a child." He muses, as you start to clench. And he knows, notices, how much this idea is just as enticing to you as it is to him. "You gonna cum? Hm?" He asks, and you nod vigorously before you arch your back off the mattress, making him groan as he shoots his load as well, the visual image of your pleasure underneath him combined with the way you clench his aching length inside granting him his release as well.

As you lay on your sides, all snuggled up underneath the covers after cleaning up, he kisses your bare shoulder, eyes closed. "I mean it, you know." He says, and you humm a reply, before he explains further. "I want a family with you. Someday. When I'm ready." He says, and you nod. You'll somehow make it work, you know this. If he can overcome his demons, you can overcome your own cursed body as well. You deeply hope, at least.

Because Jeon Jungkook is sick, but he's starting to see a future.

"Jeon!" His coworker yells in the big hall he's working in. "Why, pray tell, did you never tell us your girl is that fucking pretty, aye?" He barks in a playful manner, as you walk inside beside the old man, carrying a small plastic bag with what he assumes is a lunchbox. The view of you next to that man stirs something inside him, as he slowly gets up, wrench still in his hand, brows furrowed.

"Because your filthy hands should stay six feet away from her." He responds, with his brows still furrowed, before he finally sneezes.

"Bless you, hah! I'll let you have your break earlier-" The old man winks at you, then gives Jungkook a firm hit against the chest, taking the wrench away from him. "But only because she's cute!" He laughs, as he walks into the hall, Jungkook now walking towards you.

You're proud of him.

Months ago, this would've never been possible; neither the simple fact that he had a job, nor the small incident with his coworker just now. He still got easily irritated, but he worked through these emotions way more easy nowadays. His coworkers and boss know of his past, know what he was like and know that he's still deep in therapy, but they don't judge. They simply accept him, tame him back into his cage whenever he's close to boiling over again. You love the fact that you can walk inside the breakroom with him, eyes sparkling with newfound childish playfulness as he peaks inside the bag you brought him. He's still very careful with you leaving the house, but its not anymore just for his own gain- he's more open to his surroundings, he's starting to think about how he and his actions can affect others. He doesn't care much still; but he's realized that pretending is enough for now. Small steps.

"The handyman was there today." You say, as you watch him dig into the fried rice you brought him, his interest now gained. "They turned on the heating again. Can you imagine? I didn't even know we had floorboard heating!" You exclaimed excitedly, and Jungkooks eyes widen as well.

"Really? I didn't know either. Fuck, can't wait to come home now." He says, swallowing his bite before taking a sip of his canned soda. "Did that label contact you yet?" He asks, and you shake your head. Recently, you had gained the interest of a bigger clothing label, who wanted to collaborate with you for this season's designs. "Ah, that takes time I guess. We'll wait, its fine." You know he's not only saying that for you, but himself as well. He still gets agitated over small things, but he deals with them a bit more easily. "I'll be home in a couple hours. Do you wanna wait here, or go home?" He asks, and you stand up, packing his now empty food container as you smile.

"I'll take the bus, don't worry." You say, and he furrows his brows playfully.

"Mask?" He asks, and you hold it up proudly, well aware of the precautions you need to take to make public transport safe for you.

"Good girl. Text me when you're home yeah? I'll get us takeout for dinner." He says, as he kisses the top of your head. You nod, and wave him goodbye as you two go separate ways, at least for now, until he's finally free of work.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

But he's slowly healing.

[suchalonelysunflower]

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

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[ikeromantic]

In the Spotlight

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction, approx. 1700 words. This scene occurs after the events of the romantic epilogue and includes some of what happens in the part 2 introduction. Mostly fluff!

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Uncomfortable Questions

Kyubei bowed low and held the position. It wasn’t his first time to report to Nobunaga, but it was his first time to do so without explicit instructions from his lord. He was nervous, but it didn’t show. Kyubei could hold an icy composure as well as Akechi.

“Report.” Nobunaga’s tone was flat, hiding his own frustration.

Hideyoshi and Masamune weren’t trying to hide theirs. The one-eyed dragon was pacing and Toyotomi’s scowl could have peeled paint.

“There is no evidence,” Kyubei cleared his throat, “that the forces at Kasugayama are involved in the attacks on Azuchi. However -” he paused. This was the part that made him sweat. “The disappearance of Lord Akechi and the lady chatelaine coincide with the vanishing of their ninja, Sarutobi Sasuke.”

“I don’t believe it.” Masamune stopped, one hand dropping to his sword hilt. “There’s no way that ninja got the drop on Mitsuhide.”

Hideyoshi nodded. “Agreed. My guess is that they are working together.”

Kyubei interrupted. “I find that unlikely, my lord. At least, in the manner you suggest. If I may?”

Nobunaga indicated he should continue.

“My sources tell me Shingen Takeda is ill, and between the loss of his ally and his ninja, Kenshin is unstable. Seeking conflict within his own forces as well as outside. It is unlikely he is aiding Kasugayama. Though he must have known Sarutobi's absence might . . .” He frowned, wondering how much he should imply, what he could suggest.

Ieyasu saved him the need. “Mitsuhide was making plans for an extended absence. I think we should consider that he has left, with Sasuke, to visit the chatelaine’s homeland.”

Mitsunari nodded. “This would make sense. There could be something about the events of the night he disappeared that forced them to leave sooner than he expected.”

“There’s more to it, and if I know that snake -” Hideyoshi’s rant was cut short by Nobunaga’s raised hand.

“Enough. I did not wish to bare Akechi’s secrets, but Ieyasu is correct. Mitsuhide sought my permission to take the chatelaine to her home. He was uncertain how long they would be gone.”

The room exploded with sound, warlords talking over one another. Hideyoshi was ranting about safety and plots; Masamune demanded permission to seek them out. Keiji was laughing. Ieyasu and Mitsunari were relatively silent, waiting for the excitement to die down.

Nobunaga’s carnelian eyes quieted each man in turn.

When he could be heard again, Kyubei continued. “I made contact with Ranmaru. He is seeking out the forces responsible for the attack on Azuchi, along with other spies in our network.”

“Ranmaru? That boy is afraid of his own shadow. Completely unreliable,” Hideyoshi muttered, not unkindly. “He should be here.”

Kyubei couldn’t help the slight smile at that. He didn’t approve of Ranmaru’s tangled loyalties, but one could not argue with his ability to act a part. “Of course, my lord. But Ranmaru insisted. And he does have many friends to rely on for information.”

Ieyasu stood. “This doesn’t answer my questions though. Where is the chatelaine? Is she safe? When will she return? We all know Akechi has his . . . plans. I’m not worried about him. He’ll turn up when and where he wants to. But she’s -”

“You’re worried about her!” Mitsunari beamed. “I knew you were just trying to hide it when you told me-”

“Shut up.” Ieyasu glared. “I’m just . . . the enemy could use her against us. We need to know where she is.”

“Agreed,” Masamune spoke up. “I will put together a team. We’ll find her.”

“My lords, I am afraid she and Mitsuhide are beyond any team.” Kyubei sighed. “The greater concern is what this impacts and how it will be used against us. The Ikko Ikki are moving. The Mouri clan have resumed pirating, and we know it was Kichou that executed the attack on Azuchi. In addition, we have rumors the shogun in exile is drawing a new following.”

Mitsunari frowned. “Yes, I reviewed several shipment records and troop movements from old loyalist daimyo. It appears we are not done with the shogun as of yet.”

Kyubei bit his lip. The scribe they’d installed should have been satisfied to live in luxurious exile, but it seemed the old shogun’s loyalist stirred his greed. Or maybe they were using him as a puppet. He had no way to know, as the spies in Ashitaka’s court had all fallen silent.

Nounaga spoke again. “Hideyoshi, you and Keiji will pursue the Mouri. Masamune, I want you to make contact with Kasugayama. Offer a truce. See what they can offer up about their missing ninja. They may be willing to hunt down our enemies with us, as it does them no benefit to see this land descend into chaos.” His gaze fell on Ieyasu. “You will join Kyubei’s efforts to track down Mitsuhide and the chatelaine. Your research and his current knowledge will yield results.”

“May I assist Lord Tokugawa?” Mitsunari’s innocent smile could have been worn by an angel. He was completely oblivious to the sudden grimace on his friend’s face.

“You may, in your spare time. I need your mind fixed on calculating provisions, troop movements, bridges, and roads. There will be fighting soon.”

Mitsunari acquiesced with a bow.

Kyubei delivered the rest of his report, and then was dismissed. He went straight to the Akechi mansion and opened a bottle of sake. Alcohol was a vice he rarely indulged in, but today he felt like he needed it. He’d exposed some of his lord’s business without permission. He had no idea how or if this would impact Akechi’s plans. And now . . . he’d be working with Ieyasu. It would be difficult to keep the secrets he needed to keep.

He kept drinking until the room spun and the lights all wore halos. Kyubei might have kept it up, but he ran out of bottles and couldn’t make the walk to fetch more. Instead, he fell asleep, sprawled out on the floor of his lord’s office.

***

Mitsuhide felt a mix of relief and distress when his little one explained the plastic stick on the bathroom counter. It meant they were not having a child together. Not yet, at any rate. And this was good. He was in no position here to father a child. But . . .

The image of himself holding a child. His. Hers. His heart felt too big for his chest, thinking of what such a child would be like. His very own son or daughter. One with his love’s sweetness. His eyes. Her nose. His perception. It made him ache, as if he had an old bruise, a wound that hadn’t healed. Which was completely irrational.

He looked out the train window at the rapidly passing countryside. Trees. Hills. Houses. Different and not so different from the world he knew. He should be spending this time planning the next few days, not moping. Kitsunes did not mope.

“Are you ok? Are you nervous?” His little mouse put her hand on his leg, comforting.

“Yes and yes.” Mitsuhide turned his head to give her a sideways smile. “I have never had to meet the parents of my betrothed.” He had expected Nobunaga to marry a woman to him for political purpose. Some well-bred woman who knew how to run a house and had courtly manners. A woman he would never love, but could put up with, at a distance. Yet here he was.

She laughed. “It will be ok, really. I talked to okaasan and she is excited to meet you. She’s happy for us.”

“And you father?” Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure he’ll get used to the idea. He’s just . . . to him, I’m still a little kid. But I’m sure once he sees us together, he’ll come around.”

Mitsuhide was less certain about that. He’d known several fathers and they fell into two categories, most of the time. There were the men who could care less about their children beyond their use to the clan. And there were the men that treated their children as things of wonder. Not that they coddled them - but they cared. About their education, their work, their friends. He was sure his lover’s otousan fell into that second group.

The train stop came sooner than he might have liked. The two of them disembarked. There were only a handful of people getting off the train here, so it was easy to spot her parents.

They were dressed conservatively. Her father was a little shorter than Mitsuhide, and a little thicker around the middle. His greying hair was thin on top, and he wore glasses. Her mother was small and wore a smile he would have known anywhere.

The parents caught sight of them at about the same time Mitsuhide’s study of them finished.

“Otou-chan! Okaasan!” His little mouse flung herself across the platform, and was swept up in a hug from both sides. Tears ran down her face, and her cheeks were stretched in a wide smile.

Mitsuhide felt out of place in this moment of familial warmth. He had no such experience himself, and did not want to intrude either way. He stood quietly, holding their bags. Waiting as they exchanged hugs, kisses, and stammered apologies and explanations. As if they could make up for half a year apart in a few minutes.

Her father finally looked up and met Mitsuhide’s eyes. His were dark and suspicious. Protective. “You.”

His little one smacked his arm. “Be nice, papa. This is my fiancé, Mitsuhide. Mitsuhide, this is my father, Minoru, and my mother, Youko.”

Mitsuhide bowed low. “I am pleased to meet you both.”

Her father didn’t reply, but her mother did. “We are so glad to meet you too! It was such a surprise . . . our little girl . . . disappearing and then -”

“And then coming back with a weird boyfriend,” her father interrupted.

Oh yes. This was already going very well. Just as expected. Mitsuhide straightened and put on his best ‘trust me’ smile. “If there were any way we could have done it differently, I promise we would have. I hope we’ll be able to lay any worries you have to rest.”

She stepped over to his side and took his arm. “Yes, I plan on explaining everything.” His little mouse was the one to look nervous now. And no wonder. After much discussion, they’d decided on telling her family a version of the truth.

In fact, Sasuke and Miyake were supposed to come out the following day to provide backup evidence for their story. But even with that, they were asking her parents to accept a lot all at once. Mitsuhide did not see their chances of success as being very high, but for her, he would try anything.

Next: Bonding

[ktheist]

life is yours

muses. professor!fiancee!namjoon x reader x fiancee’s friend!past life husband! expecting father!yoongi

genre. reincarnation au. college au. pregnancy au.

word. 1.7k

x

you loved min yoongi, you’d die for him.

and died for him you did. when the traitors came for your king, you’d leaped in front of him and took a swing of the treacherous sword. history books portrayed him as the king who went mad. the king who slayed hundreds of lives in one night and ruled for fifty more years as a tyrant.

what are histories if not painted with a tragic romance?

they said it was because of you he went mad. because he lost his queen, his breath.

a few hundred years later, he’d found her again. at the age of twenty-seven and you, twenty-two.

his girlfriend was pregnant with his baby and you were professor kim namjoon’s student-turned-fiance.

“it’s funny, you know,” you took a whiff of the cigarette and breathe out through your mouth, “we can walk out of our current relationships and ruin everyone’s perception of us, or we can just lead the life we’re living like we didn’t remember anything.”

yoongi squints his eyes as he stares up at the sun. lips tucked downwards, as though telling the universe that after one lifetime too many, he’s unimpressed.

“or we could just run away,” he recalls the flames of the torches of that night - not as bright as today’s sun but just as mocking, “forget about everything and run away.”

“you make it sound so easy,” a laugh escapes your smoke kissed lips, “it’s not as if the people we’ve known and loved are fake, faceless puppets.”

this life is just as real.

though it would’ve gone much different if you’d met each other sooner.

yoongi taps the pointed corner of the invitation card on his palm. it tickles but it’s nothing compared to the burning sensation as he held onto the handle of the sword despite it grazing his flesh.

“how far along is she?” his girlfriend, you mean. 

walking into namjoon’s office - the office you’d snuck into a few times too many but felt utterly alien - you saw the porcelain, snow-kissed complexion of your king. all at once, the memories hit you like a rain of shards.

and in each, individual shard, you see the images of your first step, first drawing, first embroidery and the first time you met yoongi. an arrogant boy whom you pushed into the koi pond.

the same boy who smirked at you the whole time during your engagement ceremony while you squirmed in your seat, scheming a runway and an apology at the same time.

and the man who strutted into the room, plopped on the left side of the bed and bade you good night on your first night as a married couple.

it was until three months later, that you trapped him under you and confronted him about it.

you thought yoongi, the crown prince turned king, had a lover. but he loved you too much to hurt you. they said you’re supposed to bleed on your first time. you laughed until your stomach hurt because you were happy beyond words that your husband was abstaining himself for you and not going around fucking a lover behind your back.

not even a year later, you caressed your stomach and giggled to yourself, thinking about yoongi’s stone cold expression turning pink and speechless. that night, the rebellion happened.

your last memories was of him holding you in his arms and calling out your name. 

in this lifetime, your first memory of him is watching him smile a familiar smile that screamed awkwardness as namjoon relayed their youthful tales.

that was, until he got to the part where yoongi’s about to be a father.

all of a sudden, there’s a knot in your stomach. it twists and tightens until you feel like you’re going to puke if you didn’t excuse yourself, saying something about calling your mom that you’d be having dinner with namjoon and letting the two men catch up.

“ten weeks. we’re ten weeks pregnant,” he sucks in a deep, agonized breath - and from the way he’s gazing up at the sky with his hands on his hips, you don’t think he meant to hide his afflictions.

the way he refers to himself and her as ‘we’ makes that knot all the more painful.

“i was a seven weeks pregnant,” you smile softly to yourself, gazing down at your stomach as if you could feel your baby from your previous lifetime.

you shouldn’t have said it.

should’ve just kept quiet.

but-

“they told me you were eight weeks in,” the soft, breathless tone that comes from yoongi is  what makes your heart beat again.

as if you’d come to life. as if min ___, the queen of joseon had come back to tell her king the one thing she wished to say. the one thing she wished for.

a family.

“taeyang. i was going to name him taeyang because he was going to be the sun of the dynasty and bring peace to the nation,” you laugh and it’s the choked up sound that you make that makes you realize you’re on the verge of crying.

“never thought i’d be talking about histories and dynasties with anyone - i hate history,” the confession slips out of you like you’re talking with an old friend. someone you trust wholeheartedly. someone you know you can confide in. 

yoongi was your friend, your lover, your king.

“come with me. i have a savings account, we can start anew somewhere, we can have what we couldn’t have back then.” he turns to you and looks at you in the eye. 

“what about your baby?” you ask because you know it’s meant for his future family.

“i’ll send child support every month,” he says.

“your parents?” you ask because his mother was a concubine and the king barely remembered his name out of the names of his many children.

in this lifetime, from the way namjoon candidly told the story, you know they love their eldest son as much as he loves them.

“they’ll adore you,” he says.

“no one’s gonna love a homewr- ah,” you hiss, dropping the cigarette that was trapped between your fingers until it burned your skin.

“___,” a familiar, deep but less gravelly tone reverberates against the walls as namjoon comes jogging at you like you’re a kid who just bruised her knee.

you study his face and yoongi’s eyes burn holes in your head.

from the way he meets your gaze and gives you ‘your fingers almost got burned and you’re looking at me?’ you think it’s safe to say that he didn’t hear what you were saying.

“i’m fine, i just burned my fingers because i got too engulfed in yoongi’s stories about how you two met,” you laugh at how namjoon’s inspecting your fingers more attentively than a doctor would.

“another reason to include in the long list of reasons not to smoke,” your finacee chides.

“that was my last,” you announce in a higher pitch than your usual voice - and that’s how namjoon knows you’re half-joking, even when you- “i promise.”

“anyways,” you place the injured hand on his chest to distract him - the way yoongi’s jaw tighten doesn’t go past you, “i talked to my dad because apparently my mom was cooking and couldn’t come to the phone and he said to tell you to bring me back before curfew.”

it’s the way namjoon freezes underneath your touch, his eyes blinking once and his soul retreating far back into his subconscious that makes you giggle.

“i’m kidding.”

only then, does he breathe again.

“my mom wasn’t cooking, she was watching her favorite show,” you say again.

it takes a split second for namjoon to put two and two together and tenses up again. as if he feels your father’s hardened gaze behind him. your father didn’t take it too well when you introduced your professor as your boyfriend who proposed to you a week before.

“it was nice meeting you, yoongi, we look forward to see you at our wedding,” you extend a hand, the playful smile reserved for namjoon, now directed at your king.

the king whom you died for. and the king who you’re telling to live his life, as you’ll live yours.

“wouldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding for the world,” he smiles, his hand grasping yours and you thought you’re going to combust from the electrifying sensation that runs through your veins.

but it’s only short-lived. 

you pull your hand away and he summons his back to his side.

he turns to namjoon and gives him a pat on his shoulder, congratulating him again but this time, with a lingering stare before walking past the two of you and towards the parking lot.

“professor, i’ll get my purse from your office and we’ll be good to go.” you say absently before skipping to the opposite direction of where yoongi was headed.

with each step you take, you hear your heart breaking. just like the pieces of your memories that rains down like shards of glass.

you wonder if you’ll make it through this life without dying of a broken heart.

“i thought we fixed that?” namjoon murmurs behind you, just as you sling the strap of your purse over your shoulder.

“hm?” you turn to the man leaning against the doorframe, observing you with a crease between his brows.

“you called me professor again,” namjoon mumbles almost as if he’s sulking.

and your heart warms at the tender sight of a grown man acting like a child. you’re reminded of the reason you fell for kim namjoon. his gentle nature was the opposite of yours yet he laughed at your jokes like he laughed off your flirtatious advancements.

he told you he saw you as a student and lent you his scarf when he saw you shaking in the cold while waiting for your uber. the next time he saw you, at 11 pm before the library closes, he offered to drive you home even though his was in the opposite direction from yours.

“namjoon,” you say his name, a smile tucked on your lips as you wrap your arms around his waist and his arm that had been crossed over his chest instantly makes it way around you, “thank you.”

“for what?” his eyes light up like a christmas tree, dimple digging into his cheek.

“for choosing me,” you stand on the tip of your toes and he meets you halfway for the kiss.

and you loved min yoongi, you died for him.

you love kim namjoon, you choose to live the rest of your life with him.

x

note. so like, the title - technically, it’s like oc saying “my life is yours” to both yoongi and namjoon but in different lifetimes :D

[nancywheelxr]

Word of Honor prompt where yby is wkx and zzs’s mailman. he and wkx have a feud (god only knows how it started, but neither of them want to back down first), so yby always leaves packages in the most inconvenient places. wkx tries repeatedly to report him to the mailman board or whatever, but they’re always like yby? no one named yby works here. this is unbelievably irritating to wkx because he knows yby has to work there. how tf else would he have their mail??? well turns out there was a mix up with the addresses and wkx and zzs’s mail has been being sent to yby for years. when yby went to drop off their mail the first time wkx assumed he was the mailman. this pissed yby off, so he decided to retaliate by putting their package next to the wheel of wkx’s car in hopes he’d run it over. and thus, the feud started

another galaxy brain idea, i would expect nothing less 😌

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“Please,” Zhou Zishu says without looking up from the newspaper, “don’t throw your phone at the wall.”

There’s an angry noise, followed by the loud thud of something being slammed on the table. Better than the wall, he figures. “I wasn’t going to.”

He hums in agreement, adding pleasantly,  “of course not.” 

Is it mean not to engage like this? Maybe, but in his defense, Zhou Zishu has been forced to listen to increasingly angry phone calls for the past weeks on a daily basis, the same answer drifting from the speakers time and time again, so maybe he’s entitled to some bitchiness. 

Also, the way Wen Kexing’s face scrunches up a little, eyebrows furrowing, lips in a pout– he’s cute when he’s annoyed, so what’s Zhou Zishu suppose to do? Not antagonize him?

Case in point: a hand tugs his newspaper down and Wen Kexing comes into view, pouting in a terribly endearing way that Zhou Zishu has never been able to refuse, “A-Xu! Can’t you see I’m in distress? I’m distressed and you’re just sitting here, how heartless!”

“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow, “I apologize for not coming to save you from the mean lady at the front desk, then. Did her answer change this time? Did someone named Ye Baiyi suddenly appear in their records?”

“No,” Wen Kexing sighs, dropping down on the couch beside him like a puppet with no strings, and Zhou Zishu goes through the motions of huffing exasperatedly, pointedly folding his newspaper, and leaving it on the coffee table. Then, he nudges him closer, a tug at his sleeves and Wen Kexing leans happily into him, face tucked neatly into Zhou Zishu’s shoulder. “I’m going to murder him,” he says.

“No felonies. Have you tried apologizing?”

“Pah,” Wen Kexing tries to sit up in outrage, but Zhou Zishu pulls him down again, hand carding through his hair, “apologize for what? He’s the one not doing his job! A-Xu, it was on the roof this time! On the roof!”

Ah, so they’re not ready for that yet, alright. “Hm. I think both of you need better hobbies.”

“A-Xu, you’re not listening, he’s my arch-nemesis!”

He opens his mouth to remind him it’s the 21st century and people don’t have arch-nemesis, but then, he remembers this is the guy who wakes up at god knows what time to leave their packages in increasingly ridiculous places. “I can’t believe you found the one person who might actually agree with you on this, what the hell.”

“What if we set out traps in the yard?” Wen Kexing muses and Zhou Zishu has a terrible feeling about this– he can foresee trips to the ER in the future and a litany of actually broken packages. 

Also: “Have you seen our children? They’ll get caught in them before Ye-qianbei does.”

“A-Xiang wouldn’t,” he says, but he doesn’t sound so sure anymore, so Zhou Zishu counts as it as a win.

“Maybe, but her boyfriend would and you promised her to stop scaring him off.”

The truth is this: a month ago they ordered a new coffee maker. It would take two days to arrive, great price, good quality. Zhou Zishu had even been looking forward to it! In hindsight, that might have been foolish, when has the universe ever made anything easy for him? No, the two days had come and gone, and on the third day, instead of enjoying as many expressos as his heart desired, he had been forced to witness the start of a trainwreck that’s been dragging ever since– Wen Kexing had been outside, gardening in a very broad sense of the word, when a man had approached their house, a package in his hands.

He had squinted at the yellow chrysanthemums Wen Kexing had been drowning with the hose. “That’s the ugliest flower I’ve ever seen.” 

“Excuse me?” Wen Kexing had smiled. It had been a terrible smile, full of teeth and no real friendliness, and Zhou Zishu had watched from the window and known with a deep-seated certainty that that would escalate out of proportion. 

The mad had scoffed. “Are you deaf besides incompetent? Whatever, just take this so I can stop looking at those flowers.”

“Incompetent?” Wen Kexing’s fingers had tightened around the hose as if he had been calculating the merits of hitting the man with the water spray, “ha! The mailman is late for his delivery and he wants to lecture me on my garden! A-Xu, come listen to this!”

“Mailman,” the man had repeated, face going blank, “the mailman.”

“A-Xu, come tell him my chrysanthemums look just fine!”

Then, he had exploded. “You brat! Who do you think you are? Have you no respect for your elders? Useless child–”

“Elder? Have you taken a look at the mirror? Get off my lawn! Out, out, out! No Old Monsters allowed!”

The man– Ye Baiyi, Zhou Zishu would learn later, after Wen Kexing had gone into his stalking spree trying to find his information to report to his alleged boss– had left. With their coffeemaker. Only to return at some point while they were inside to leave the package just behind the wheel of their car.

One month later and Zhou Zishu is yet to get his goddamn coffeemaker.

“Wen Kexing, you no-good insolent brat!” 

The yelling startles him back to the present, followed quickly by the sound of paper being ripped. At his side, Wen Kexing snickers. “I think he found the sign.”

“Sign? Is that what you and Chengling were doing in the garage last night?” 

“No Old Monsters permitted,” he recites, smug as a cat in the sun, and presses a kiss to his neck, “wasn’t it a good idea? A-Xu, I’m encouraging our son to improve his artistic skills.”

“Quit distracting me,” Zhou Zishu tugs his hair a little, “Lao Wen, you owe me so many cups of coffee.”

Wen Kexing grins, impossibly bright, ridiculously beautiful. “A-Xu ah, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, so how can there be a debt? Don’t be stingy!”

“Hm. Lao Wen is very wise, no debt between us, so he won’t mind making dinner tonight again.”

“A-Xu!” The whine comes out half laughter, and Zhou Zishu loves the sound of it, could never get tired of it, so really, he has no choice but to draw his husband closer and kiss the complaints before they even fall from his lips.