#it certainly is a hard time right now but i’m absolutely sure that this won’t ever change our love for them :’)

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Villain or hero (either one) “torturing” the other (with extreme pleasure/edging) to get information? 

(I wouldn’t mind if they both had switch energy and the one being “tortured” was very good at flirting/dirty talk and the one doing the torturing got a lil flustered and made a hasty exit at the end *////* but that’s up to you!!)

“Ah, look what the cat’s dragged in…” the villain said, rather playfully. They weren’t in the mood for insults and they weren’t in the mood for fighting with their hero. Not when they were the one who was saving them from a potentially annoying night. Besides, the villain had invited them.

It was bait, actually. And the villain wasn’t quite sure if the hero was fully aware of that. Hell, they were more than surprised to see that their nemesis had actually shown up. They had prepared for a boring evening but now things seemed to be getting interesting.

“Could I borrow you for a second?” The hero flashed a smile at the person (some business owner, the villain hadn’t really paid attention) next to the villain and grabbed their arm lovingly, as if they were married.

“Sure, honey.”

Before the villain could even register what happened, the hero dragged them into an empty storage room, pushed them against the wall and pressed a knife to their throat. The hero’s mood had changed from saccharinely sweet to bitterly serious.

“Damn, you’re into that?” The villain looked down at the knife and grinned. “I don’t know, I could be into that, too. Maybe? We’ll see.”

“You fucking asshole. Do you know what kind of coordinates you gave me?” the hero hissed. But the villain could only smile lazily. Being pushed against the wall by their nemesis felt amazing. Touching all the right places, forcing eye contact, grabbing them hard enough to let excitement rise within — all of it made them shiver in anticipation.

The hero didn’t look like it but they were certainly strong. Which was extremely hot.

“You mean the coordinates you forced me to give to you?” It had happened last week when the hero had captured the villain. During a mission, the hero had learnt about the ridiculous amount of stolen artworks the villain had in their possession.

“Same difference.”

“What can I say? I’m a lover of culture. I won’t give up that easily.” The hero’s knife pressed harder into the villain’s windpipe and stupidly, they enjoyed themselves a little too much. The hero was warm and their face got a little too red in the heat of the discussion. Honestly, the villain was disappointed that the hero had come here for business, not because they wanted to see their beloved enemy. But this was definitely better than wasting their time with rich people.

“You know where these coordinates led me to?” the hero asked.

“Enlighten me.”

“A fucking McDonald’s. You embarrassed me in front of my whole team.” That made the villain chuckle. The thought of their hero blushing in front of their team and being humiliated brought them immense joy.

“You couldn’t check your GPS system before, hm? Shame, baby,” the villain whispered. Although it was more difficult to talk normally with the pressure on their throat, they couldn’t help themselves. “Pretty thing.”

“God, you absolute piece of—”

“Didn’t think about that? Too busy hunting every little piece of information I give to you? Too obsessed to think straight? Too—”

The hero grabbed their jaw and the pressure of the knife faded. However, the villain’s blood pressure skyrocketed as the hero pressed a knee between their thighs.

“Listen. I need those artworks back immediately. I am losing my patience and my compassion here.”

“Does that mean you like meee, honey? Got a soft spot?”

For a moment, the hero didn’t say anything but their thumb rubbing over the villain’s cheek was enough to make the villain’s legs tremble. The way they looked at them, calculating, studying — it drove the villain insane. Eventually their eyes dropped to the villain’s lips.

“Fuck, you never learn,” they said softly and their grip hardened.

What the villain didn’t except was a kiss this soft. Something so sweet and loving. They expected the hero to be rough as their hand glided down to their throat. They expected them to squeeze but it was quite the contrary — a hesitant first kiss that was nothing like the stuff the villain was usually into.

Both of them were out of breath once they parted and the villain swore they felt their brain liquify. Turning tables and all.

Even though the hero had kissed them, they were embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. It was adorable and hot, as if the hero had acted out of desire, not out of obligation. Maybe the hero had come here because they wanted to see the villain, not primarily because of business.

“Am I not good enough for your tongue?” the villain teased and this time, the kiss wasn’t as innocent.

The hero pressed them against the wall with their whole body. One hand was still around their throat, squeezing a little now and the other on their lower stomach where eager fingers tried to find ways into their pants. Every now and then, the villain’s eyes widened and they moaned into the other’s mouth when the hero’s fingers dug a little deeper, touched a little more.

And the kiss was sloppy, demanding. The way the hero used their tongue was electric. Being completely present, completely in control, yet not too demanding. The villain got pushed into obedience gently, lured into it and, god, they didn’t want to come out of it.

The villain was ready to confess all their sins to them and let them execute them if it meant they would exchange looks one last time.

For the second time, they parted and this time, the villain had no words except for a broken version of the hero’s real name which they could only moan.

“Listen,” the hero said again, panting. They pressed the villain’s hips back into the wall. “I’m gonna get those coordinates. The real ones.”

The villain looked at them, heart beating in their throat, lust overwhelming them.

“Your hand…” they said. “Please.”

“Coordinates,” the hero said. Their hand reached deeper into the villain’s pants, touching sensitive skin methodically, making the villain curse.

“You’re so good at this,” they whispered. “Fuck…”

Eventually, the villain threw their head back, bumping back into the wall. They needed this. They hadn’t know that they did, but they did. Not even thinking about it, they put their own hand into their pants, finding the hero’s and following their movements.

It was a slow process — thanks to the hero’s control — and the villain was close to losing their mind.

“I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want,” the hero whispered at one point, slowing down and the villain, completely detached from reality, promised them to give them the information they wanted.

Little did they know that the coordinates they gave to the blushing hero after they finished, sent them to the next McDonald’s.

[misslovasstuff]

[See you later]

pairing: law x reader

“Look at this idiotic fool that you made me, look!”- Law grabs your wrist, stopping you from turning away and leaving him.

As you look up his eyes you notice his gaze softening and the grip loosening. Law sighs, now caressing your inner wrist with his thumb.

“Isn’t it idiotic that I can’t go on with my day without having you on my mind all the time?” - he says, pulling you closer to his embrace. Your eyes widen when he places your clenched fist right on his lips, placing a small kiss.

You try to compose yourself although the blush on your cheeks is already giving you away.

“I’m not at fault for any of that.” - you respond, looking away.

“You are, absolutely. - law smirks, titling his head to meet your eyes. - I don’t want you to take the blame though, I just want you to know.”

“…know what?” - your whole body trembles when you gaze at him, not out of fear, certainly not. After your question, his response catches you off guard.

“I’m a doctor, I can diagnose every thing at the spot. But this… - he places your hand on his chest, feeling the fast pacing of his beating heart. - This happens only when you’re with me, I can’t put a diagnosis for that.”

A smile forms innocently on you, shaking your head as you reply:

“Law, you know and understand that I must leave. - you caress his cheek, looking at the evidently shown disappointment look on his face. - Whatever you’re feeling now, I’m sure it will pass.”

“It won’t. - he looks down, saddened. - I’ll be reminded of this feeling every time I’ll look at you, be it next month, next year, a decade later…and I’ll feel the same exact way for you as I do now.”

You gulp hard and sigh, restraining yourself from shedding any tears as you throw yourself in his arms, finding warmth at the comfort of his chest where you rest your head.

“If the sea ever brings us together again, - you continue. - let it draw us apart no more.”

Law puts his arms around you, dragging his hand down your back as he pulls you closer. A gentle kiss is placed on your neck as he puts strands your hair behind your shoulder.

“I won’t be that foolish next time.” - Law had to let you go now…he had to because he loves you.

It was after a long time that he was told ‘I love you’ from someone so genuine, you who saved his life, you who listened to pieces of himself that no one ever heard before. It was inevitable for the doctor to fall in love, so he did, unconsciously at first.

Smiles are exchanged between you two as you press your foreheads together.

“I’ll be waiting. - you say, voice trembling. - In the time being, be safe. Alright?”

“I won’t die before I see you again.” - he replies, cupping your cheek and glancing at your lips. Although shy, you take a deep breath as you approach him, meeting his lips in the most sublime way possible. The kiss is soft, gentle until he grabs your chin down, making you widen your mouth as he kisses you now with tongue deep in. A small moan escapes from you, grabbing onto his shirt as his other hand is sliding down your waist.

When Law breaks the kiss, you’re breathing heavily, face flushed.

“Something to think about while you’re away from me.” - he claims with a smirk, grabbing your hand and lending a kiss before letting you go.

You shake your head and smirk back at him: “Gave me plenty to remember.”

A small silence is set while you look at each other’s eyes for a while.

“I love you, Law.” - you begin walking backwards, waving at him normally as though you didnt say the most gut wrenching words ever to be told.

Law’s eyes widen, a bit of blush covering his cheeks. The distance between you two keeps growing bigger as you continue to walk away.

“I…love you…” - he whispers back but can barely be heard by you.

“Huh?” - you shout at him from a distance.

“I love you too!” - Law shouts back, taken aback from his loud confession as he becomes even more red in the face. You chuckle, feeling a good sense of warmth in your heart.

With a big smile you greet him and turn your back.

He sees your figure disappear in the horizon, a bittersweet feeling captured in his eyes.

[hoomandoescosplay]

Eternally Yours | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Oneshot

The Garden of Eden is truly a paradise. All the plants and flowers are vivid and beautiful, and have a sweet fragrance.

As I sit on the grass I take a deep breath of the pure air before focusing my attention on the wildlife around.

It feels as though everything is in harmony with me. And Adam of course. I glance over at him walking around observing all the nature as well.

He has walked quite far away so it’s hard for me to fully see him.

My eyes dart to my side as I see some sort of creature with a yellow beak nudge into my thigh.

Its beak feels soft to the touch when it nudges against me. Its head tilted to one side, chirping with curiosity as it looked up at me.

“And what kind of creature might you be?” I ask out loud. It tilted its head again and chirped once more.

Whatever reply it was giving me was gibberish to my ears but it certainly was an adorable little creature.

I pick it up and pat it on the head gently as we both just continue to stare at one another.

After a few moments I jump at a sudden voice coming from behind me.

As I jumped with surprise at the voice, I instinctively tightened my grip on the creature.

“I call them ducks.” The voice says, causing me to turn around.

The creature squirmed slightly but didn’t cry out in pain or discomfort. Suddenly the voice spoke again.

“Oh my, I see I have arrived during a very adorable moment.” As I make eye contact with him I immediately recognize the man. It’s Lucifer.

I glance towards Adam’s figure before looking back at Lucifer. “I don’t think you should be here. Adam won’t be happy.” I say slightly louder than a whisper.

He gives me the most innocent look he can pull off before saying, “What, me being here is surely not a problem. I have just come for a friendly visit.”

The expression on his face says that he knows that’s complete bullshit, even though his tone was polite and sincere.

“He told me I shouldn’t talk to you.” I admit. Adam never explained why he didn’t like Lucifer or why I shouldn’t talk to him.

I’ve never questioned him or what he’s told me. All I know is that I was created for Adam and I should do everything in my power to be his equal and keep him happy.

Lucifer’s lips curl up in a mocking grin at those words. “Did he now? But I see nothing wrong with just a friendly chat to pass the time.” And he chuckles again as he takes a seat next to me.

I hum out as I think. “I suppose you’re right. A friendly conversation never hurts anybody.” As I finish saying this I give him a small smile.

His grin only grows as I hum out my agreement. “So.. What’s your name? I don’t think Adam ever mentioned it.”

“My name’s (Y/N).” I pet the duck some more as I respond.

He chuckles a little bit as he sees me petting the duck. “Aww, my little duckie seems to be enjoying your attention.”

He leans over a little to give the duck a little pet as well. “I’m Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you.” The duck chirps at all the attention it’s receiving.

“Same here! So, how much of paradise have you explored already? Has Adam shown you everything?”

I glance away, focusing on the duck. “He actually doesn’t like me leaving this area. He says it’s safer for me that way.”

Lucifer looks a little shocked at that. “He doesn’t let you go anywhere beyond this? This place is big though, but I can’t imagine staying just here and not seeing the whole of paradise!”

I sigh as I look at him when I speak this time. “I’m curious what the rest of the garden looks like. It must be absolutely gorgeous. But I was told to listen and trust Adam.”

“You’re missing out on the rest of this wonderful place! If I remember correctly, there’s even a pond and a beautiful waterfall in the middle of it. How’s that for gorgeous?”

My eyes sparkle as I hear Lucifer talk about the other parts of the garden. “Really?”

“Oh absolutely, and it’s definitely worth seeing!” Lucifer looks at me, matching my excitement.

“And.. I might know a way we can get there and look at it without getting Adam angry. A little sneak out, if you will.” He adds.

“Oh I would love to see it.” I then glance back at Adam and see he’s starting to make his way back over to where we are.

I frown slightly. “I guess we can’t go today though.”

Lucifer follows my line of sight and also sees Adam coming back. He raises an eyebrow as he watches Adam come closer.

“What a shame. Now it seems we won’t be able to go today. But, hey…”

Lucifer smiles widely as he leans in. “I said we won’t be able to go today... But, that doesn’t mean we can’t go any other day. Maybe tonight, when it’s dark and Adam’s asleep, we can sneak out and explore together?”

I juggle the thought in my mind for a while and glance back sadly at him. “I don’t know. That would be more than just a friendly conversation.”

Lucifer smiles at me even as I declined his offer to sneak out tonight. “I know it would be more than friendly, but I understand.”

I pause to glance at Adam again before directing my attention back to Lucifer. “How about this? Give me a day or two to think about it. When you come back I’ll have an answer for you.”

He nods as he hears my counter-offer. “A day or two, eh..? Alright, you have yourself a deal. I’ll come back tomorrow at this exact same spot to see what you’ve decided.”

We share a small smile before he turns himself into a snake and slithers off to be undetected by Adam.

As Adam comes back, he takes note of the duck in my arms. He frowned at the little creature.

“(Y/N).” His voice was very serious and firm, but I could also tell there was hurt hidden in it as he said my name. It was almost as if he was disappointed.

“Yes Adam?” I ask confused. “Is something wrong?”

“Where did you get the duck from?” His face was still stern and serious, but he had moved on from looking hurt to looking like he’s angry.

It’s clear he’s upset at me for having the animal, but why? I don’t understand what’s so wrong about this wonderful creature.

“It just wandered my way.” I hold it up for him to look at a bit closer. “Isn’t it cute?”

Adam takes a closer look at the duck. He squints at it and seems to size it up. It takes him a few seconds before he speaks again.

“Get rid of it. Actually no, I’ll get rid of it. Give it to me (Y/N).” He says as my eyes widen. “Oh, I- can I not keep it?” I ask meekly.

Adam seemed to be getting increasingly irritated by my attachment to the duck. He frowned more as I asked for permission to keep it.

“No.” He says firmly. He holds out his hand to her, waiting for me to hand him the duck.

I hand the duck over hesitantly. As Adam grabs the duck it chirps confused and I can feel my eyes start to well up.

He walks over to a bush farther away from where I stay and places it down. The duck refuses to move and just stares at me.

After a slightly forceful shove the duck eventually walks further into the garden.

As the duck walked away into the distance, Adam stayed right there and stared at where it went. His eyes were narrowed in a glare. He was definitely irritated, maybe even angry.

He didn’t move until he was certain the duck was far away enough. At which point he turned and started walking back to me, his expression still firm and upset.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

My head was spinning with worry and doubt, questioning whether or not he was even going to show up at all.

He said he’d be back in two days and now it is the fourth day.

Everyday I made sure to sit in the exact spot as last time, keeping my eyes on the direction Lucifer slither away.

As I sat there, alone and waiting on Lucifer, I noticed that the garden was just not the same anymore.

Adam had gone exploring, as was his habit. But without the little duck, I began to feel lonely.

It was a strange feeling, especially since I had gotten used to staying here all day, everyday, by this point. But just now it felt wrong.

I couldn’t help but think that my mind was going a bit crazy waiting for Lucifer.

I had been waiting for two extra days than we agreed upon, and it was getting to the point where I was questioning my own sanity.

It was so out of character for me. I had never broken the rules once - and now I’ve been waiting on the edge of my seat for Lucifer to return.

I lay down on my back just staring up at the sky and clouds as I let out a sigh. I begin to close my eyes and just listen to the sounds around me.

Eventually, the light dims causing me to open my eyes confused. As I do so I’m greeted with Lucifer’s face peering down at me and a smile forming on my lips.

He leaned in close, staring down at me, his eyes locked on my own. The warmth of his smile was comforting like a warm blanket.

He looked like a shining angel under the sunlight with that radiant smile.

He had come, like he promised he would. I had thought he had forgotten me, but here he was.

“Hi.” Is all I could say to him as we continue to stare at each other.

A soft and almost angelic laugh escapes him seeing my reaction. “Hi indeed.” He walks around to my side as I sit up. He extends his hand out to me, helping me stand up.

There was a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Glad you waited for me.”

I let go of his hand after I'd completely stood up and dust off my dress. “I was thinking you wouldn’t show up.”

“Well, I told you I would. And I’m a man of my word. I am sorry I was late though.” He puts on the most genuine smile that he can manage, all the while his eyes are full of mischief.

“So, have you thought about my offer yet?” Wanting to mess with him a little I stayed silent for a while. “Hmm, you know I think I need more time to think.” I tease.

Lucifer’s cheeks flush a little in embarrassment as he realises that I’m playing with him.

This makes him grin widely. “How much time do you need? Tomorrow? Day after that? A week?”

“How long would you be willing to wait for me?” I ask.

I then immediately get shy as I don’t know where that came from. I’ve never spoken like that before.

“For you? I’d be willing to wait all eternity if need be.” Lucifer speaks without hesitation, and without any sign of exaggeration.

It makes me wonder, is he being honest? Or is he just teasing me back, in turn?

I smile at him. “Tonight we can go to the waterfall. If that still works for you of course.”

Lucifer gives me an excited grin at the news. “Of course it works for me. It works extremely well for me.”

He then leans in closer to me, a small devilish grin on his face. “Are you excited?”

I realize I don’t mind being this close to him. Whenever Adam tried to get close to me like this I never liked it. But with Lucifer? It feels so different.

“I’m so excited.” I beam at him not being able to contain my excitement. A devilish sparkle is in his eyes as he smiles back at me.

“If you’re so excited, how come you’re not jumping up and down?” He teases her playfully.

That makes me laugh. “I’m obviously saving the jumping up and down for when we get there.” Lucifer chuckles along with me at my playfulness.

“But surely you can’t keep still right now, can you?” As if to demonstrate, he moves his hand to my waist and pulls me ever so slightly closer.

“You’re too excited for your own good. I can feel the energy coming off you.” I immediately feel my face heat up as I’m not sure what to say in response.

He lets his fingers trail up from my waist to my chin, and his thumb traces the curve of my jaw for a moment. “Aww, look at you. All flustered.” Again, he gives me that devilish little grin.

I lean into his touch slightly. After a moment I feel his hand tense slightly as I look up at him to see his eyes shift to look behind me.

I turn my head to look as well and notice Adam is coming back earlier than usual. Lucifer lets out a sigh.

The devilish sparkle in Lucifer’s eyes disappears as his face hardens into a serious expression as he watches Adam walking towards us.

“Ahhh damn it.” He groans under his breath as he pulls away from me. “I guess we have to cut this short. I’ll be back tonight around midnight.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then.” I give him a small wave before he disappears into the garden.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Adam falls asleep quickly after the sun has gone down. After I’m sure he’s asleep I sit up to help keep myself awake.

I’m not sure how much longer until midnight but I wait patiently doing my best to stay up.

Every minute seemed like an hour and every hour like a day, but eventually, midnight rolled around.

The moon was visible in the night sky, brightly filling the darkness, and it was about as bright as it was going to get.

Lucifer appears in the distance, making his way towards me once again. “You’re still up? Impressive.”

“Impressive and very hard to accomplish.” I reply as I yawn. He reaches out his hand and I take to pulling myself up.

He chuckles. “Well, I’m glad you did. Because now we have the whole night ahead of us.” He takes her hand in his and brushes his other hand through her hair.

“So, are you ready to go see the waterfall now?” I grin at him. “So ready.”

He chuckles as he squeezes my hand a bit. “Then let’s go.”

He starts to lead me through the garden towards the waterfalls. We walked down a slightly hidden path for a little while before stepping into a clearing.

The waterfall was right ahead of us. It was so beautiful with the moonlight casting shadows, and the water making lovely and tranquil sounds as it dropped down.

My eyes light up at the view and a wide smile forms on my lips. “This is absolutely stunning.” I squeeze his hand slightly from excitement.

The moonlight hit Lucifer’s face making him look even more angelic as he beamed at my compliment. “It really is. It truly is amazing.”

He gazes at the waterfall for a few moments, taking in the sounds and the sights. “It’s even prettier with you here as well.” He leans in closer to whisper in my ear.

My face flushes and I giggle. “Come on, let's get closer to the water.” I pull him along as we get to the edge of the water and take a seat.

I let go of his hand to reach out and touch the water. Afterwards we sit in silence for a while admiring the view and the tranquillity of the night.

“Why didn’t Adam want me to see other parts of the garden?” I wonder out loud. I notice his body language and expression soften as he lets out a sigh.

"Well. The main reason he didn't want you exploring other parts of the garden was because there were things he didn't want you to see." He looks down at the ground for a few moments as if he's pondering something.

I look at him confused. “Like what? If it’s anything like this then why hide such beautiful things?”

Lucifer makes an apple appear in the palm of his hand. “This is the fruit of knowledge.”

I continue to stare at him more curiously now. I can tell he’s reluctant to say any more but he sighs and continues.

“It's a little bit complicated. If you eat this, there will be some things you'll know that you may not be ready for. You can't turn back once you eat it."

I study his face, trying to get a glimpse of some extra information, any advice at all. But his expression doesn’t give me any hints.

I reach out to take the apple from his palm. If he felt a need to tell me about this fruit of knowledge then I trust him.

“Just remember, you can’t take it back once you’ve eaten it.” He says softly, almost whispering.

I nod, taking one last look at the apple before bringing it up to my lips and taking a bite.

As I take a bite of the apple a sudden wave of knowledge comes over me. Everything makes so much more sense now.

Why Adam never wanted me to talk to Lucifer, why he didn’t like the ducking, why I was created. The whole reason I was created was to be a better made version of Lilith and Eve. All of it is finally coming together.

I was starting to understand things at an even deeper level, things that no one has ever thought to explain to me before.

“Why does Heaven want us to be shielded from this knowledge? It’s so… it’s so fulfilling to know I have the mind to make my own choices.” I say trying to wrap my head around why I was so shielded from this.

As I look at him he looks proud, proud that I’m an equal with him now. “Because they think we can’t handle it.” He responds. “We’re supposed to just do whatever they tell us with no regard for our own free will.”

“That’s not fair.” I whisper out sad that humanity is supposed to have a date like that.

“It’s not.” His voice is now tinged with frustration. “We should be able to make our own choices with full awareness of the consequences. If you had free will, there is no reason you shouldn’t have a full knowledge of that free will.”

He looks down at the waterfall for a moment to gather his thoughts. “You deserve to have the choice without being kept in the dark about certain things.”

“Thank you. Thank you for helping me realize this.” I grab his hands in my own to show how much I appreciate him.

Lucifer wraps his hands around mine, taking comfort from the warmth.

He looks down at our hands and his expression softens. His voice is tender when he speaks back to me.

“You deserve it. Anyone does. Knowledge is the most valuable thing one can possess, and you were robbed of it for too long.”

“I don’t- I don’t think I can go back to Adam knowing all of this.” I start to worry. “What will happen to me? The same thing that happened to Lilith and Eve?”

Lucifer seems to have been anticipating this question. He lets out a sad sigh as the expression on his face turns somber.

"Yes. You will most likely get cast from the Garden of Eden just the same as Lilith and Eve were." His eyes drift to the horizon for a moment as he thinks of ways to comfort me.

"But,” He gazes back at me with a gleam in his eyes. "If you come with me you’ll be spared of most of the pain that comes with being cast from here.”

My eyes dart over his whole body until they end up looking back at his own eyes. “I can do that?”

Lucifer's expression softens even more as I ask him that very important question. "Yes. You most certainly can." He says with a smile.

His eyes search mine, hoping this is the thing I really want. "Just say the word, and you're free to leave with me and never come back."

“It will cost you a lot. And it’s nowhere as pretty as this.” He adds making sure I fully understand.

I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. As I pull away I stare at him with such a fond expression. “I’m eternally yours Lucifer.”

He pulls me back in and kisses me again, taking his time to enjoy the moment.

When we pull apart again, his eyes are filled with such raw love. He can’t help it. The feeling just overwhelms him.

Lucifer smiles at me and he cups my face in both of his hands this time, his eyes staring into my own.

"And I'm eternally yours, my love.” I start to giggle. “Does that mean I get to be the queen of Hell?”

A devilish grin spreads across his face at this thought. “Why yes, I think the title suits you just fine.” He winks at me as he stands up, pulling me up with him.

Lucifer also takes one last appreciative glance at the waterfall before turning to look at me.

His eyes are glittering as he smiles at me. "So, my love, are you ready to leave?" I nod.

“I like where this friendly little conversation led us.” I say as Lucifer gets ready to transport us to Hell.

The next moment, our surroundings are completely changed. The waterfall is gone now, replaced by the harshness of Hell.

“I told you there was nothing wrong with just a friendly chat to pass the time.” He teases me and I give him a huge smile.

[undead-supernova]

Masterlist

plot: they say that if it's right...you know...nothing has ever felt so wrong (so maybe you’ll just drunkenly wander the streets until you figure out somewhere to go)

warnings: alcohol consumption, arguments, cigarettes, I frowed up, hurt/comfort

pairings: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

song inspiration: Hits Different by Taylor Swift (I've listened to this on repeat for like an entire year now)

note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to everyone who actually does NOT have a Valentine and would rather read about fictional characters because you're a real one out there. This is my first Steve one shot and I hope it's alright. Here's to all my sad and messy bitches !!!!

If It's Right...You Know

“Can someone call her a cab?”

“No!’’ you exclaim, wiping the tears under your eyes. You’re staring up at the bartender, trying to silently plead him to take pity on you despite how embarrassed you feel. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll just go.”

He eyes you, shoving his plaid shirtsleeve up to his elbow as he walks over to the small computer. His eyes flicker towards you every few seconds, the buttons on the screen seemingly nothing compared to the state of you. It’s like you’re a car wreck, isn’t it? Just too hard to look away from despite the carnage.

“Are you sure?” he asks as he slaps your receipt down. You’re starting to scribble a tip with the shitty pen he’s provided when he decides to add, “This is the third time you’ve done this.”

You look back up, mortified. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Oh, god,” you groan, desperately wanting to curl up into a ball and die. “That’s mortifying. I’ll do better next time.”

“Maybe lay off the booze until you feel better,” he suggests. “Or, you know, you talk to whoever that Steve guy is. Maybe try that.”

Before you can say anything in return, he’s grabbing your receipt, saluting you, and moving on to the next person in line.

And that’s it.

Tab closed.

Moment gone.

Sighing, you stand and grab your purse and jacket. Dip back whatever’s left of your shitty glass of a Screwdriver, the watered-down vodka tasting like absolutely nothing on your tongue. Suppressing your groan, you push through the growing crowd as you try to escape.

As soon as you emerge from the shitty little dive bar, you’re nearly blinded by the fresh midnight air. It nips at your skin, the September of it all begging for a chance to release its worst. And you’re wearing a short dress with high heels that aren’t covering your feet. It’s your own damn fault for not checking the weather before you came. Now look where you are.

Now it’s time to wander the streets, to try and find somewhere reasonable to go. 

Because why go back home? Why risk sitting by yourself in the dark, nursing a bottle of wine that certainly won’t mix well with orange juice and vodka before spending the whole night by the toilet?

Why leave when the streets are perfect for a heartbroken woman like you, crowded with the hordes of others experiencing some form, no matter how miniscule, of melancholia? 

A part of you finds it funny, fucking hilarious, that no one around you knows what you’re feeling. What you’re thinking. 

If only they knew about the self-loathing, the devouring loneliness. How this is eating at the lining of your stomach, a kind of hunger that feels so different than any that has come to pass. 

It always happens after a vacation, doesn’t it?

See, just a month ago, Steve had taken you on vacation to some beach in California. Said it was to get away from work. To get away from the stress. The late nights. The fuckery that lied in office buildings and smushed cubicles. 

The beach felt like a perfect fit, thick with the scent of sunscreen and a couple of beers in a melting cooler. The sun itself felt like a form of freedom, cascading through the tie-dye umbrella desperately trying to stay put in the sand. 

But it just kept slipping, kept trying to escape whenever the breeze rolled in. You sat closest to it, trying to hold it down whenever it popped up. 

After maybe the fifth, sixth time, Steve had had enough.

“I got it, I got it,” he said with a sigh, trying to push the umbrella further into the sand. But every time he tested its stability, the pole seemed to shoot out of the damn hole.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.

“Maybe we should just call it and put it down,” you suggested.

Steve raised an eyebrow at you. “What, and risk getting sunburnt?”

“So?”

He waved his hand around. “So, it’ll hurt. Like, a lot. And then neither of us will have any fun.”

“I think you’re just overreacting.”

But that was before you got burned.

And then you were the one losing it.

“This fucking hurts!” you nearly screeched, the sheets of the hotel bed scratching up against your inflamed skin.

“I told you that it was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, I know, Steve,” you grumbled. “I got that the first ten times you said it.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Steve, the one who had been worried about getting burned, hadn’t. In fact, his skin was glowing. Practically radiating with the most perfect tan you’d ever seen. Just a fucking daydream of golden skin and honey hair.

Despite your scowl, Steve seemed to let go, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing out. 

“Come here,” he whispered, squeezing the green aloe vera gel into his palm. “You can be grumpy, but you’ll have to let me play doctor.”

“Don’t you dare,” you nearly seethed.

But you weren’t scary enough for Steve. He took a small glob and rubbed it along your shoulder. You yelped at the cold sting, but that was before it settled in and left you at a comfortable ease.

“Oh, fuck,” you sighed, letting your head finally rest against the pillow.

“Oh, look at that. I’ve already got my license.”

That pulled a giggle out of you, finally, the irritation seeming to dissipate the longer you let it out. Steve joined in with you, probably just happy that you weren’t acting like a complete asshole.

The rest of your trip was spent smearing aloe vera over your body and lounging on the balcony. Eating seafood at little restaurants along the coast. Walked the piers at night, taking flashlights to look for little crabs. You even brought home a whole bag of seashells. 

Despite the pain, you had the best time of your life with Steve.

But that was the heart of summer.

And now it’s coming to a close.

A few more blocks over, your mind starts to stray away from the present, the liquor reaching the corners of your mind that you’d rather leave darkened. The parts that have always been an issue, even when you were secure enough in your relationship.

Where’s Steve tonight? you wonder. Who is he with?

Because there are so many women out there, so so many, who would lose their minds if they met someone like Steve. He’s something more than just a man, more than just a pretty face or a quick fuck. No, he’s got something about him that transcends what you have always comprehended about the male species. Something that feels almost…magical. 

He’s something of a dreamboat, an absolute firework show with that hair and those eyes and that smile and— 

Well.

He’s not yours right now, is he?

He doesn’t have a girlfriend waiting for him anymore. In fact, he could be with some other girl. Some girl with a better smile and a better laugh and a better body and better lips, holding onto his arm as they walk down the cobblestones of a street you used to stroll down. Steve helping her walk in her heels through the cracks, guiding her like a fucking gentleman.

And maybe he’s kissing her right now, whispering to her that she’s much, much better than his ex, some crazy fucked up mess who doesn’t know what she’s missing. How you’re just too hard to handle, too soft and sensitive for him. How you never gave him any chance at peace. How it was so much better now that you’re gone. 

What if he’s kissing some other girl right now?

Leaning up against a streetlamp, you can’t help it when your stomach makes the decision for you. You can’t think properly, can barely see through your tears as you lean over and throw up on the street.

“You good?” a female voice asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You turn to her, registering her hesitance at your appearance most likely, and nod. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

She looks relatively around your age, with a perfect manicure and a cigarette in her fingers, mauve lipstick wrapped around the filter. Her dark chestnut strands waves around her face, eyelids sparkling with pink glitter.

“Do you have anyone with you?” she asks, looking around.

“Yeah,” you lie immediately, pointing at the crowded bar across the street. “I’ve got some girls waiting for me inside. Just went a little heavy on the liquor tonight.”

“Is this about some guy?” she presses. You can’t help but nod. “Take my advice. Lay off the alcohol for a little bit and get yourself some sleep. You’ll wake up and think to yourself, ‘Wow, that random stranger was right. Thank you, random stranger.’” That makes you chuckle. “I’m sure your friends will understand.”

“Yeah,” you say before you slip in a lie. “I’ll try to do that.”

“Godspeed, my new friend,” she responds with a smile. She salutes you, pats your shoulder, and walks away. 

You watch her as she goes, stunned that a mere stranger could see right through you.

Maybe people do know that you’re experiencing heartbreak. Maybe it’s written all over your face, some typical sad woman with smudged mascara and lipstick. A desperate girl stumbling down the street, destined for catastrophic failure. Or maybe you’re just shit at keeping yourself together in public. 

But you’ve come too far now to turn back. It’s time to keep moving.

You knew you fucked up the moment it was all said and done. 

See, when you broke up with Steve, you really, really didn’t want to. You thought you needed space, that there was shit the two of you needed to figure out. Separately. If your jealousy and his indifference were to collide, well, maybe you shouldn’t be together. 

And maybe it was better if you sabotaged yourself instead of trying to actually work on yourself. What’s the point of trying to fix the problem instead of running away and convincing yourself that you weren’t supposed to be this happy? That you weren’t supposed to be this at ease. That you didn’t deserve to be with Steve.

It didn’t even really matter the reasoning if you even had one at all. The details were insignificant, the excuses piss poor. All you can hear now is Steve’s voice, all crackly and strained as he asked you question after question.

“I don’t understand.”

“So, what, now you’re just gonna leave? Leave us behind?”

“Do you still love me?”

To that, you had an answer. 

“Yes.”

“So why are you doing this?”

To that, you had none.

Steve left his spare key that night when your inevitable fight led to an outburst and a slamming of the door. You didn’t notice for days, hoping that you’d hear the key turn in the door, and he’d stumble down the hallway with a hug and a promise that you’d fix this.

But he didn’t.

And you said nothing.

So, you spent your nights going out to bars for some kind of companionship with the other strangers haunting the sticky, stingy rooms. You became a blubbery fool, desperate for a conversation that you refused to initiate. Desperate to get over Steve. Desperate to let him be like all the rest, insignificant and easy to forget. 

But Steve is different. 

And you are really starting to fucking hate these heels.

How did you end up here?

You pause, staring up at the sign above the door.

Penguin & The Whale.

It was, you guessed it, a neon image of a penguin standing in the mouth of a whale. 

This…is the bar you and Steve go the most. The one you met in years ago, just two stupid college students without any clue as to what the future held. Him working on some finance presentation and you finding any chance not to read the book you were supposed to. 

That night started with a “You go to college around here?” and ended with his number on a scrap of paper that you still keep in your wallet.

And somehow…you’re here after weeks of avoidance.

Staring at that damn penguin.

That damn whale.

Despite your confusion, your aching feet and chilled legs pull you in, using some of the last of your physical energy to push open the door. You’re hit with the thick smell of tobacco, the whole room seemingly drenched in smoke.

For nearly one in the morning, the place is still relatively crowded. There’s college students (mainly frat bros) and two separate bachelorette parties, all congregated along the length of the bar itself. You do your usual shimmy through moving figures, desperate to get to your spot.

God, it’s stuffy and you’re tired and your fucking feet are killing you and— 

There at your favorite table, next to your favorite seat, is Steve.

He’s running his hand through his hair, scribbling something on a napkin. Mouthing along to whatever he’s writing, like he’s still figuring out what he’s trying to say. He strikes through something rapidly before letting out a sigh.

Steve isn’t his usual self, you realize. His hair doesn’t hold the same volume or shine. There’s a bit more acne than usual, all picked at and scabbed. His outfit is more casual than usual, a Hall & Oats t-shirt and…were those a pair of sweatpants? 

He never goes outside with sweats on…

“Steve?”

He looks up, nearly startled. Like he’s shocked to see you here.

“Hey,” he says, standing. Runs a hand through his hair and adjusts his shirt. “What, uh, what’re you doing here?”

You don’t miss it when he turns over the napkin.

“Just kinda wound up here,” you say. “What are you doing here?”

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, well, you know.” He takes a deep breath. “Just kinda wanted to get a quick drink, you know, ‘cause…” He stops himself, tapping himself on the head before waving his hand in the air. Puts his hand on his hips. “Yeah, uh, forget it. I’m lying. I was waiting for you. I’ve been waiting here for you for the past week.”

“For me?”

“Yeah,” he responds, nodding. “Not like living here, obviously, ‘cause that would be insane. But I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to you if you ever came. Oh, and I think the bartender might be sick of me.” You open your mouth to say something, but Steve rattles on. “And it’s actually crazy because I started thinking fifteen minutes ago, ‘You know, the probability of her showing up is actually quite dismal’, but here you are, proving myself wrong—"  

Without hesitation, you pull him into a hug. It’s maybe the most tender hug you’ve ever had, with his arms wrapping around you immediately. Giving a soft squeeze, running his fingers through your hair. His face is nuzzling into your neck, his breath sending shivers down your back. He’s melting you, wearing down the shell you’d forced yourself into. For too long you’ve been coasting by, letting your pride and jealousy get the best of you. Convincing yourself that he’d walk away and leave you shattered on the floor before running off into the arms of some other girl that only exists in your head. 

But here Steve is, waiting for you. Choosing you. 

There never was any competition, was there?

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Just needed some time, I get it.”

You pull him tighter against you. “I don’t want to keep pretending that this isn’t the absolute worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“That’s okay,” he says, pulling back. Wipes some of your smudged lipstick and mascara out of the way. Leaves a peck on the tip of your nose. “How about we fix that mistake together?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Me, too.” His lips meet your forehead before he dips down to meet your eyes. “Want me to get you a drink?”

“Water.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “I think I’m going to lay off the booze for a while.”

This gets a laugh out of him, the first you’ve heard in weeks. 

It’s bliss.

“Okay, hun. Sit down here,” he says as he pulls out your favorite chair, helps to push it in once you sit. “You look good but, Jesus, your feet must be killing you.”

You smile. And this is your first smile today. The first time you’re feeling a release of every nasty, negative feeling you’ve had for the last two weeks. 

Steve walks towards the bar, fiddling with his hair again and you even see him check his breath. 

Looking over, you see the napkin resting on the edge of the table.

You glance back over, making sure Steve’s back is still turned before you turn it over. 

There’s just something about you

I just can’t stop thinking about you

I don’t know.

I fucking miss you!!!!

I love you. I’m sorry.

I’m an idiot. This is stupid.

Can we please talk through this?

I can’t move on because of you.

Because I love you.

Because it’s you.

[eddie-van-munson]

Elvira's Movie Macabre (Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader)

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Summary: After hearing your crush talk about his infatuation with "The Mistress of the Dark", Chrissy decides to give you a makeover...

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, References to Jason's Rumors About Eddie, Implication That Eddie Might have ADHD/ A Learning Disorder, Reader Puts on Makeup, She/Her Pronouns, Cursing, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Self-Deprecation, One Sex Joke

A/N: Happy Halloween! This is cheesy as hell and I'm not sure if I like how it turned out, but I haven't posted anything in forever, so I thought I'd give it a go! Let me know what you think! I promise I'm working on requests!

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"Chrissy, are you sure about this?" 

Your eyes burnt as Chrissy dragged a black eyeliner pencil over your waterline. She stuck her tongue out in concentration, brushing away a tear that had gathered at the outer corner of your eye. The liner smeared a bit beneath her thumb, but she left the smudge where it was, deciding it added to the look. Your eyes fluttered open as she capped the pencil proudly. "I'm absolutely positive! You're going to knock his socks off!" 

You tried to hide your uncertainty, glancing over at the small television in your friend's room. 

Chrissy had taken it upon herself to tape that week's episode of  Elvira's Movie Macabre after overhearing Eddie call the series host "a total fuckin' smoke show" in a conversation at the Hellfire table. 

"It's fool-proof!" She'd explained to you as she fast forwarded through the weekly B-Movie, pausing on a clear shot of Elvira. "We know he likes Elvira, and we know he likes you. If we combine the two, the results will be completely irresistible!" 

The speech had been very convincing as your friend studied the TV host's makeup, but now, as she plucked a cherry red lipstick from her collection, you were starting to have your doubts. Not that you had much of a choice. You'd been pining over Eddie since Mrs. O'Donnell had assigned you to him as a tutor last fall, and it was getting to be pathetic. 

You'd been nervous at first. You didn't know anything about Eddie, apart from the nasty rumors that Jason Carver liked to spread in the cafeteria. From the things he'd said, you'd half expected Eddie to start performing ritualistic sacrifices mid study session. Instead, you were met with a goofy, friendly, curly-headed boy, who immediately told you that he was "Sorry, you got stuck with the freak." He certainly wasn't scary. In fact, you liked Eddie. 

You could see why his grades were suffering. He had trouble focusing, and you often had to tell him things several times before he was able to absorb them. It was as if his brain was too loud on the inside. That being said, Eddie's attempts were earnest. He worked so hard to do right by you, and you'd celebrate a C minus like it was a badge of honor if it made Eddie feel proud of himself. 

All week long you eagerly awaited the afternoons when Eddie would pick you up from cheer practice in his van. He always looked so happy to see you, honking the horn and calling your name just so he could see you go all blushy and giggly in front of your friends. In moments like that, when Eddie smiled at you like you hung the stars, you could almost let yourself believe he loved you back. 

You must have had hearts in your eyes when he'd invited you to come see his band play. He'd gone so blushy when he asked, scratching his neck awkwardly as he stuttered through his words. 

"You don't have to come. It's just a small gig, y'know? You've got to start somewhere. But I'd really like it if you came. I'd like to see you there... I think Steve and Robin said they'd come too, so, you won't be there on your own or anything. But you don't have to come if-" 

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a great big hug. "Oh Eddie!! Of course I'll come!! Don't be silly!! I'd love to see you play!" 

You couldn't have known, but Eddie had wanted nothing more in that moment but to kiss you senseless. You looked so sweet there in his arms, clad in your little pink cardigan and lacy socks. Your lips were a glossy smile, your cheeks dusted rosy. Eddie couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged like that. 

You thought about his pretty brown eyes as you puckered your lips. Chrissy painted them carefully, finishing them off with a touch of gloss before she ran to retrieve a can of hairspray from her bathroom. 

"I don't have a teasing comb, so a regular comb will have to do!"

***********

You looked...Well, you looked like Elvira.

Chrissy had worked magic. Your eyelashes were dark and heavy with mascara, your eyes shrouded in sexy black smoke. Your hair was perfectly wild and mussed, like you'd just gotten off of a motorcycle. You stared at your reflection, red lips parted in shock. 

Chrissy grinned, "Well, what do you think?" 

It was perfect. You looked like one of the girls in the band posters Eddie had taped up in his room. If he didn't want you like this, then nothing would win him over. 

"Oh, Chrissy...it's beautiful!" 

'`You're beautiful, silly!' She giggled as you pulled her into a hug, looking you up and down. "We've just got to find you an outfit to match now, hm?" 

The thought hadn't crossed your mind. You looked in the mirror again, realizing how out of place your little skirt and blouse looked next to your hair and makeup. Your closet wasn't filled with anything better…mostly an array of pastels. That is except for one recent addition. 

Your brows raised, an idea tugging a smile to your lips. 

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Eddie searched for you from the wings, unable to find you in the bar's sparse crowd. Surely you'd come. You said you would come, right? 

He didn't let the band go on until Gareth reassured him that he had definitely seen you coming in. "She's here man. And shit, she dressed up real pretty for you, too. Just relax, ok? She'll eat it up." 

Despite the stroke of possessiveness that sat in his chest over the comment, Eddie concurred that he'd never played better. The whoops and hollers as the band played were almost exclusively from his friends, but it didn't matter. You were there. He might as well have been playing Madison Square Garden. 

"We're Corroded Coffin and you guys fuckin' rock!"

The moment he exited the stage and carefully rested Sweetheart in her stand, he was sprinting to the dressing room. His skin was drenched in sweat from the lights, but thankfully, his curls still looked relatively good. He checked his teeth as he toweled off and clumsily pulled on a shirt, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. 

He searched the crowd at the bar, but found no sign of your usual pink lace and frills. Finally, he wandered over to Robin and Steve, his dark brows furrowed with confusion. "Have you guys-" 

His words trailed off when he finally noticed you, standing right there next to Steve. Your hair was mussed and teased, heavy makeup lining your eyes and lips. You smiled at the sight of him, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

Only then did Eddie see what you were wearing. There, oversized on your frame, was his leather. He'd leant it to you a few nights back when he'd dropped you off at your house. It'd started raining, and you were still in your cheer uniform from practice. Eddie had found particular satisfaction in watching you curl up in it, giving his cheek a grateful peck before running inside. 

"Y/N?" 

Your smile faded a little, seeing the confusion in his eyes, but you shook it off, jogging over to hug him tight. "Eddie!" 

You grinned up at him, excitement in your eyes. "Oh, Eddie! It was amazing! You really-" 

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" He frowned as he smoothed your hair a little, thumbing at your smudged eyeliner. 

Immediately, your face fell. You saw disbelief flash in Robin's expression from the corner of your eye. Your voice was so soft when you spoke again, "You don't like it?"

Eddie was at a loss for words, confused by every last detail of the situation he was in. He shrugged, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"I-...Well I..." 

He fucked up. Oh he fucked up. Your pretty eyes glossed with tears, betrayal in your expression. His stomach lurched as your arms dropped from his waist and you took a step away from him.

Eddie floundered. "Y/N-" 

You shook your head, chest flooding with embarrassment. A tear welled over. "No, I'm sorry. I just-...I really shouldn't have come."  

The crowd thickened as you backed away from him. 

"Y/N!" He shouted for you as you snaked through the crowd, following behind you. "Y/N that's not what I-" He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him, but you only thrust his jacket against his chest, embarrassment burning your ears. 

You turned from him again, and before he could even reach for you, you were gone. 

***********

"Eddie Munson, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Robin shouted as Eddie scrambled around the greenroom, trying to find the keys to his van. 

"I know. I know, Robs. I fucked up, ok?" Panic laced his tone as he tugged his curls angrily. 

"Yes! Yes you did! She showed up here tonight dressed like she'd just walked out of your own personal wet dream, and you totally fumbled!" Steve put a hand on Robin's shoulder, reeling her in. She only sighed, holding her temples. "Eddie, you don't question a woman on how she looks. Unless she is, perhaps, wearing actual clown shoes-" 

"I get it Robin!" He shouted, voice cracking as tears smarted his nose. He collapsed on the green room couch in defeat, burying his face in his hands. "I fucking get it, ok? I'm an asshole. I'm the biggest moron alive." 

Steve sighed, wandering over to sit beside him on the couch. "Dude, you're not a moron." 

Eddie didn't respond, only stared at the ground. His eyes were red with tears. 

Steve crooned to meet his gaze. "And you're not an asshole either, huh? You didn't mean to hurt her feelings. Did you really think she looked bad?" 

"No." He choked, wrapping his torso iin his arms. "She looked fucking gorgeous, man. I was just surprised." 

Steve smiled encouragingly, giving Eddie's shoulder a shove. "Then find your damn keys and go tell her that, ok? Y/N's an angel. She'll understand." 

Eddie sniffled and rubbed his face with a nod, standing from the couch. Steve jumped up after him, "Eddie, wait..." 

He turned to look at Steve as he caught up with him, plucking the keys from where he'd spotted them in the back pocket of Eddie's pants. "Go get 'er, Tiger." 

***********

You were glad your parents had gone out to dinner that night. If your mom had seen your outfit, she would have had a heart attack. If your dad had seen you crying, Eddie would have been a dead man. 

You cried until your makeup was gone. And then you washed the black smears from your face and cried some more.

It'd been a stupid idea, really...trying to be like the girls he liked. You'd never be like those girls, even if you looked the part. Eddie knew that. He was probably mortified at the sight of you...all dressed up in a silly costume at his important gig. You shouldn't have even tried. 

You dozed off on the couch, wishing you'd never given him his leather back. You wanted nothing more than to put on his big jacket and fall asleep wrapped in the smell of him. Well, there was one thing you wanted more. You'd rather have him holding you. 

You were half asleep on the living room couch when the front door opened. You ignored the sound, curling in tighter on yourself and trying to go back to sleep. You weren't in the mood to answer your parent's questions right now. You just wanted to sulk. Heavy footsteps made their way into the living room, and you couldn't help but sigh as the figure knelt beside the couch. A warm hand rubbed your shoulders, sweetly. 

"Sweetheart?" 

The voice was soft and hoarse. You rolled over, brows furrowed with confusion. "Eddie?" 

He gave you a sad smile as you rubbed your eyes, holding up the spare key he'd found under the mat. "I did knock."

You sniffled, sitting up on an elbow, but Eddie relaxed your shoulders sweetly, guiding you to lay back down. " 's alright." He hummed, barely audibly. "Stay comfy."

"What're you doing here?" Your voice was croaky, but defensive. A hollow ache panged in his chest at your distrust. 

"Well…" He sighed, adjusting his position so he could sit more comfortably on the floor beside the couch. "You ran off before I could tell you how pretty you look tonight." 

His voice was earnest and calm, but you shook your head angrily and crossed your arms over your chest, tears burning your eyes. "I looked stupid."

Eddie's dark brows furrowed, "Hey, that's not true. Why would you say that?" 

You felt a hot trail roll down your cheek, "I embarrassed you." 

"Horsehit." Eddie scoffed, "You really think I was embarrassed by you?"

You nodded, still refusing to meet his eyes.

"What's so embarrassing about having the hottest, most badass looking chick in all of Hawkins show up to my gig, huh?" 

You went bright pink, and Eddie couldn't help but smile a little. He pulled you closer to hold you in a hug, admiring you as he stroked your hair.

"It was absolutely killer. And if you want to change up your look, then hell, I'm with you all the way." You shied at his praise. "That being said… I'm kind of in deep for this little ray of sunshine that I'm always running around with, huh?" 

You hid your face, making him grin. 

"There's my shy girl." He laughed, tapping your cheek playfully with his thumb as he cradled your jaw. "Sweetheart, when you showed up dressed all punk…I thought maybe it was because I'd made you feel like you had to change the way you look because of me."

You relaxed a little. He wasn't exactly wrong. You had dressed like that for him. 

You blinked through your remaining tears, letting your cheek press into the palm of his hand. "C-Chrissy heard you say you think Elvira's pretty." 

Realization flashed in his eyes, a small smile creeping to his face, "Wait a second..." 

Your face flushed. 

He grinned, "Are you telling me that you tried to look like Elvira, because you wanted me to think you're pretty?" 

You nodded, ashamed, and toyed with the rips in his jeans, avoiding eye contact. 

Eddie was smiling like the sun, "Christ, you precious thing..."

"I wanted you to be proud of me at your show." You whined defensively. "I thought I'd stick out like a sore thumb in my normal clothes, and I like you so much Eddie. I know I'm not really your type, and I wanted to look pretty for you, like the girls in your band posters, but made a fool of myse-" 

"Y/N L/N." He took your face firmly in both hands, making you look him dead in the eye. It was only then that you realized he was giving you that look again. Like you'd hung the stars. "How on earth have you not realized that you've got me on a fucking string?" 

You frowned, eyes glossed with emotion. "What?" 

Eddie chuckled, disbelieving. "Baby, forget Elvira. Do you even know what you do to me?" 

You could only sit there in front of him dumbly, lips parted in shock. 

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you all week. I'm like a man deprived. And then you show up looking so happy to see me and you're dressed so sweet with your little bows and lace. God...I can't get you out of my head." 

Eddie's cheeks were pink.

"You wanted me to be proud of you, baby? I'm so fuckin proud of you. I feel like I've won the lottery every time you smile at me. A pretty thing like you running around with a freak like me? That's a miracle. And I will show you off to every damn person I see, angel. I'm so proud of you. Proud that you'd even humor me enough to come to my show, let alone change up your entire look just for me? Holy shit. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch there is." 

You were smiling now, trying to hide your face from him in the couch cushions as he pulled you close, kissing your cheeks through your giggles. He crawled up onto the couch, tickling your sides until you were smiling ear to ear, and your tears were replaced with happy ones. 

You laid on your back now with his head rested on your tummy, playing with his curls passively as he admired you. "Who's your celebrity crush, huh?" 

"You." 

Eddie chuckled, "Oh, come on…There's got to be someone." 

You blushed, eyeing the smirk on his face. 

He hummed, "Rob Lowe?" 

You shook your head, busy with his curls. 

"Tom Cruise? You into pilots?" 

You laughed, shaking your head again. 

He watched you closely, "Ralph Macchio?" You paused for a moment, your ears burning as Eddie's face split into a grin. "Oh, Shit! She's into Macchio!!" 

You hid your face, "Oh, Eddie. It's nothing really. I just thought he was awfully cute in-"

Eddie's big brown eyes, lit up. "You think Chrissy will make me over too? Oh man, I've got to start Karate lessons!" 

"Noo!!" You squealed, shoving him playfully on the shoulder. 

"I'm serious! Wax on, Wax off…I'll start calling you Grasshopper and learn how to do that kick!" 

You held your stomach, laughing through his verbal sound effects as he mimed the kick poorly with a socked foot. "Eddie, you'll break a leg doing that!" 

He grinned, "It's only fair, babe. You got to be Elvira!" 

***********

[masterqwertster]

For the Loads of Snuggles and Hugs list, could I request "gently wiping tears from the other's face", with Ashton and FCG?

Snuggles and Hugs Prompt

Once Ashton has their meager little camp between that fucking silver mine and Evishi set up, his dinner slowly cooking over the fire, he beckons the little automaton closer to the rock he’s made a seat out of.

 Fresh Cut Grass wobbles over from where they’d posted up at the edge of Ashton’s bed roll. There’s a distant air to them, like they’re not quite all there in the moment.

“All right, let’s get you cleaned up,” Ashton brusquely announces, wielding a cooking pot full of water and an old rag.

“...Cleaned up?” Fresh Cut Grass hesitantly asks.

“Yeah. Probably should have done this earlier, to be honest. But I figured it might be better to get away from that mess first,” Ashton absently explains, gently pulling the automaton in closer.

“O-okay,” they assent, left hand fingers nervously tugging at the unresponsive fingers of their right hand.

“I mean, unless you want to keep the blood from your friends as a paint job…?” Ashton awkwardly offers. It would definitely be… a look, that’s for sure. Certainly not one Ashton would entertain for himself, but to each their fucking own, you know?

“Wha-! No, no. I don’t– I don’t want that,” the little automaton denies, more life to him than he’s really had since they buried his companions. 

“Okay,” Ashton curtly nods.

The genasi removes the sling he’d put Fresh Cut Grass’s non-functional arm in so it won’t get wet, guiding the limp arm down to hang at the automaton’s side. Then he pours about half of the pot out over their head, letting the water clear what it can without a good scrub.

“Tell me if I’m scrubbing too hard, okay?” Ashton instructs Fresh Cut Grass as they dip the rag into the remaining water. 

They get an absent nod in reply. One that sends droplets of water streaking down his face. 

It’s instinct that has Ashton reaching forward to cradle that metallic face, his thumb gently swiping a drop sliding down from Fresh Cut Grass’s working eye. 

Just like people wipe away another’s tears.

Automatons can’t cry. Ashton knows that. But unlike any other automaton he’s seen, Fresh Cut Grass has feelings. And right now? Right now the little fella is sad as hell. They buried their friends’ rotting, mangled corpses that they’d had to stare at for days only a few hours ago. Who wouldn’t be sad enough to cry from shit like that?

Unfortunately, Ashton is absolute fucking shit at being comforting. They’re too rough, too blunt, too much of an asshole. Not soft at all, not like they used to be, once upon a time. 

Yet they’re all the automaton has got at the moment.

It was bringing forth that forcefully buried piece of Ashton that liked to get attached to people and things like the world’s biggest fucking idiot. That fucking stupid piece of them wanted to be soft, be comforting, even though they’re absolute shit at it. 

And Ashton should not indulge it. There’s no use in being soft. It just shows people where to put the fucking knife later. Just hurts all the more when they fucking leave Ashton, just like they always do.

So maybe Ashton uses a little more force than he needs to clear away the crusty dried blood on Fresh Cut Grass’s faceplate. If he does, the automaton doesn’t protest it. And Ashton works his way down the beaten yellow chassis, clearing away the dark, rust red stains of carnage. His hands unconsciously gentling the further into the silent process he gets.

“Alright, lemme get some fresh water for one last rinse, and then I think we’re done,” Ashton declares, dumping the pot of now-somewhat grimy water out behind them.

It takes no time at all to refill the pot and return. Ashton upends the whole thing over Fresh Cut Grass’s head once more, streaks of water running down the now clean steel and sparkling in the firelight.

“Looking good,” Ashton compliments as they check for any spots they might have missed.

“Th-thank you,” the little automaton trembles as they jerkily nod their head.

Once more, water drips from his eye lenses like tears.

Something in Ashton cracks, and he knows he’s not going to be able to leave this little robit alone. Ever.

“Hey, hey. It’s going to be alright,” they softly whisper, cupping FCG’s face with both hands, thumbing away more tears and pressing their forehead to his. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

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Isaiah and the Camera (Goosebumps 2023 Analysis 1/5)

So I was rambling to my friends on Discord about my thoughts on the new Goosebumps show (it’s amazing by the way, highly recommend watching it so long as you aren’t super squeamish about bugs or broken bones) and as I was talking I discovered something…

The show’s symbolism is fucking remarkable.

So the show has a pretty basic premise right? Our five main characters enter the Biddle home and interact with one of Biddle’s now-haunted objects leading to haunted shenanigans. It seems pretty simple on the surface, right?

Well it’s a lot more deliberate then it first seems, and I’m absolutely certain Biddle led each kid to their specific object on purpose. Because each object perfectly represents their specific kid’s issues and struggles in a way that is personal.

So I’ve decided to make five posts analyzing each kid and their relationship with their specific object, starting with Isaiah.

(Spoilers below the cut, don’t proceed until you’ve seen the show. I promise it’s worth watching first)

Isaiah is our first point of view, having found Biddle’s old camera in the basement at the party. Throughout the show it’s laid out blatantly by multiple characters that Isaiah is selfish and he has a hard time looking outside of himself. At first I was sort of confused on why they were hammering on this point so harshly, surely it would be better for Isaiah’s actions to speak for themself? But what I’ve since realized is that the other characters’ perspectives on Isaiah are deliberately unreliable, the story is trying to make the viewer see Isaiah through a more negative light on purpose.

It’s not that Isaiah isn’t self-centered, because he is. It’s very clear that all of his actions are put through the viewpoint (get it?) of how they’ll affect him. However, what the other characters don’t get is that despite this self-centered viewpoint Isaiah does pay attention to those around him and he is always doing his best to be there when it counts. The story makes a point of subtlety showing throughout the show that Isaiah is reliable and the type of person to carry his burdens completely on his own. Think an Atlas-type.

Throughout Say Cheese and Die! Isaiah is shown to be massively popular. He’s the Football teams star player and the entire school adores him and relies on him to rally their morale. He’s got a pretty, popular girlfriend in Allison and just about everyone knows him. Hell, people like him so much that he has a full blown bakery after he gets hurt from how many people came to check on him. It sounds like the dream, right? From other characters perspectives it certainly looks like it, but we as the viewer know better.

Isaiah is under a massive amount of pressure pretty much on all sides. The school is relying on him for the football game but so are his parents, who Isaiah walks in on screaming at one another over the issue of his scholarships, as it’s implied that if he doesn’t get a football scholarship Isaiah won’t be able to go to college. Based on how nonchalant Margot and Isaiah act over the fight as well it’s implied this is not the first time his parents have argued around him about the issue. Already, there is a precedent that Isaiah must succeed. His school is counting on it. His family is counting on it. His future is counting on it.

He doesn’t want to let anyone down, so he pushes himself to his absolute limits and in trying to be there for everyone inadvertently causes riffs and issues in his own relationships. Isaiah has to play in the game to get a scholarship to gain his Dad’s approval so he has to cheat off Margot, even if it harms his relationship with her. Allison’s party location is leaked and she’s upset and he’s supposed to be a good boyfriend so he has to find a new location for her, even if it’s by abusing his Dad’s job. He has to get that scholarship for his family so he has to play in the game even if the stupid fucking camera predicts him getting majorly hurt in it.

Essentially, Isaiah is constantly trying to hold the whole world on his shoulders and he never confides in anyone about it. The pressure is left to eat him alive and everyone else is left believing he’s whining about small issues because his life is perfect, when really he’s so overwhelmed by everything going on and his own expectations for himself that he legitimately doesn’t have enough room left in his own head to worry about others.

Now, with that all being said, let’s talk about the camera:

The Biddle camera roughly works like this: take a picture of somebody and that picture will show that person gravely injured or dead. These situations will inevitably happen but can be stopped before they actually lead to death. Isaiah, as the one who found and is linked to the camera, is the only one who can see the pictures and the image disappears as soon as he tries to show anyone else.

Now there are three pictures taken in Say Cheese and Die! Two by Isaiah, who takes one of Allison and one of Margot the night of the party. Then one by James’ clone, which is of Isaiah. Allison and Margot are both depicted dead in their photos, however Isaiah managed to save both of them from their own doom. He takes on the responsibility of saving them and manages to do so, because Isaiah is reliable and comes through for those he cares about.

Isaiah’s fate is different. See, Isaiah tries to warn both James and Margot about the camera and moreover what he’s dealing with. Due to the photos disappearing though James (or, his clone, but that’s not really the point) doesn’t believe Isaiah and essentially belittles his seemingly stupid complaints, snapping Isaiah’s picture and making the issue worse. Then, when Isaiah goes to Margot she also does not believe him and tells him he is selfish and never worries about anyone but himself, unaware Isaiah had put together her picture and came rushing to save her.

Isaiah is stuck dealing with the camera issue on his own, similar to how he’s constantly stuck dealing with his struggles with pressure and expectation on his own because he never truly confides in anyone. Isaiah then succumbs to his own pressure and enters the game where he ends up brutally hurt, ironically dashing his chances at a scholarship.

The message is pretty clear: If you bottle up and try to deal with everything on your own and try to take on the responsibility of the whole world you are going to eventually cave and snap beneath the pressure, which will just end up hurting you more in the long run.

[berry-messy-scribbles]

Lend me a helping hand

Pairing: Jesse Pinkman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse Pinkman attend the same class back in high school days. One day both of you become study buddies after Walt decides to pair you up to help him with chemistry. Little does he know that you two won’t pay much attention to textbooks, as a mutual crush begins to unfold.

Words: 3,131

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; general fluff that turns a little angsty in the process but don’t worry it ends on a light note; reader and Jesse are younger due to this being set in his high school times.

Warnings/triggers: curse words; mentions of smoking cigarettes and drug use.

A/N: Reader’s implied favourite subject is chemistry so the plot can include Jesse’s trouble with White’s class and having him assign you as Jesse’s tutor.

“ This is my first piece ever writing Jesse so I apologise in advance if it seems out of character but we can all agree that our boy deserves more loving.” - Mod Berry

Ever since childhood, your eyes were set on an academic pursuit and it certainly didn’t change in your high school years. But the effort wasn’t just for any other subject than your beloved chemistry, which took up so much of your free time. Staying up all night to pass Mr White’s exams with flying colours wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. All those sticky notes and underlines made with fancy markers in vivid colours present in your textbook were a plain sign, that you struck to be one of the smartest if not the smartest in class. One of your classmates specifically caught your eye – no other than the troublemaker by the name of Jesse Pinkman.

After all, you've been taking the same class for over a year now so you observed all sorts of shenanigans unravel. He’s mostly known as that one kid that always has some snarky comments ready and is an absolute menace to the teacher. At first, it would be making paper planes to throw at Mr White. Gradually it evolved to him drawing caricatures of the old bald man on the whiteboard with captions such as “Sit on an Erlenmeyer flask dick”. The doodle obviously showed in detail a figure of him sitting on the described object. It led to many visits to the principal’s office. Even after all this time you barely have spoken to each other, maybe besides the occasional “Can I borrow a pen” moments.

It seems as no surprise that when this certain student known for not caring about anything really, had you assigned as his study buddy. That is why one day after class Mr White decided to pair you up as study partners.

“Y/N you surely know of Pinkman. The one that barely makes any effort? I told myself if I can’t get through to him with my lectures that maybe someone his age would. I am sure that he could use a positive influence like you.” 

He then murmurs to himself while looking outside the classroom “Maybe then he’ll make something out of himself.”

You never understood why he was so hard on Jesse, sure he wasn’t an easy student but immediately shutting him down as a hopeless case seemed too harsh for you. Either way, you decided to help him.

“Don’t worry sir. I am sure Jesse and I will get along just fine.” 

But fine was the last word you would use to describe this situation, in fact, it was one of those times when you weren’t sure how to react. On one hand, you two barely spoken to each other. On the other hand, you were eager to chat about your favourite subject. But what other thing were you supposed to talk about really? Your only similarities ended in attending the same class and that fact certainly didn’t make it any easier. However the next day you gathered as much confidence as you could when you approached him after class.

‘‘Hi, Jesse. I don’t mean to bother you but -” 

You are then interrupted midsentence by Jesse.

“Uh Hi Y/N right? Look I know what this buzzkill Mr White told you but you don’t need to do all that teaching me crap. ”

“Okay wait wait, don’t be silly now. It’s not a problem for me at all. In fact, I’m glad I can finally ramble to somebody about chemistry, haha and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to change your mind about it” you respond with a smile.

That smile certainly caught Jesse off guard by how pretty it looked on your face. He felt strange? Were you doing this out of pity for him or were you seriously this kind? He wasn’t sure but decided to continue the conversation playfully.

“Pff I’d like to see you try. Anyways Mx teacher when and where are we going to have our first study session?”

“Already with formal titles, I see. Hmm since it’s a nice day outside so would you like to have our first study session in the library? I promise I won’t make it as boring as it sounds.”

“Geez, I don’t know. Do you seriously see me as the kind of guy who regularly goes to libraries? You flatter me Y/N but I hate to break it to you the librarian is probably going to have a heart attack when she sees me.”

“Come on now I don’t think there is a “kind of person” - it is for everyone. Whether you want to admit it or not the library lady will see you just as another plain guy. Or are you scared of being called a nerd huh? you teased him.

“Whatever. So are we going or what?”

That’s how your weekly chemistry study sessions started out. In the beginning, it would be at Albuquerque’s public library, where you two spent time together. It is worth mentioning that the first time you were there the old librarian lady Judith made an embarrassing remark at the time:

“Y/N dearie it is so nice to see you again but who could that young man be? Oh are you two perhaps...”

“Study buddies. We’re study buddies! Yup, nothing more than that haha.” you quickly responded as you didn’t want to make Jesse feel uncomfortable. Hoping that he didn’t catch your face flush bright red for a moment there, you headed to the quiet area with a spare desk and quickly took out your books. 

Those study sessions over time evolved into more casual hangouts such as going to a park, café and so on. Sometimes they would also include obligatory smoke breaks or buying sweet treats for later. There was this one time when you both went out to grab some doughnuts beforehand and Jesse had to get himself the popular pink glazed doughnuts, which resulted in one of your puns:

“Ah, so your last name obliges you to buy them? Huh, Pinkman? Get it?”

“All that time spent buried in the books and it is the only pun you could come up with? Shame on you Y/N shame. To think an egghead like you would get more creative.”

“Oh shut up we’ll see how creative you’re gonna be when we will be solving tasks from the textbooks and workbooks I have.”

Something you began to look forward to during your week was seeing Jesse. He seemed as if he could listen to you for hours and hours. That is why you began to feel comfortable around him - like you could finally be yourself around somebody else. It can be said that he was your best hypeman by saying things such as “Yeah Science bitch!” or “Right on!” even when you explained the most mundane of things. There was this one time when you let yourself go and started ranting about your hobbies such as writing and reading books ( or whatever you like to do in your free time, he’ll be so supportive anyways ) so when you finally realised you were getting distracted you quickly added the following:

“Oh sorry I’m just used to people not caring about my special interests or  straight up finding it annoying.”

“Are you kidding? Fuck them. I’d like to get to know you more, other than the fact that you are a huge nerd. Also, I think you’d make a great teacher or something because hey you’ve managed to make me pay attention."

That response definitely warmed up your heart.

On the surface, both of you seemed like total solar opposites but maybe that’s why you two connected so well. As you often put it in your mind “positively charged objects attract negatively charged objects”. Jesse would probably groan at the thought that you had to compare your friendship to some nerdy topic. During that time, you noticed that there was so much more to Jesse than people thought. For instance, his notebook had pages that were entirely covered in drawings of figures done in a comic book art style, some of which were superheroes while the others were villains. Initially, Jesse was nervous that you found them but then all that doubt disappeared when he was smothered in positive feedback from you. You eagerly asked about their names, superpowers and origin stories and then proceeded to listen to his explanations with joy in your eyes. That alone made Jesse feel so weak around you - you were actually interested in spending time with him and in what he wanted to say ( and by god we all know how much he needs that in his life ).

Up to this point, you didn’t realise that you started to develop feelings towards Jesse, but when he didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot you immediately started to worry. It’s not as if Jesse wouldn’t let you know if something bad happened, because he had felt sick before. The significant difference is that he always called or texted when he couldn’t make it. This time however it was total silence. At first, you tried calling him, then you moved on to texting multiple messages saying “Are you alright? Did something happen?” followed by “I hope everything is okay Jesse text me whenever you can”. You weren’t sure if you were overreacting a bit, but you didn’t care – the most important thing was his well-being. Time passed and it has been a week since your last message and there was no sign of him at school either. Now you were certain that something felt off… Maybe that’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands when you visited the Pinkmans’ residence. You were more than thankful, that you remembered where it was located since Jesse never really invited you over. The only time when you two were near his house he’d quickly brush it off as if he didn’t want to attract your attention to it.  When you arrived and knocked on the door a short blonde woman opened. She was clearly confused by your presence.

“Can I help you with something? I don’t believe we have met before?” 

"Oh hi, you must be Jesse’s mother. My name is Y/N nice to meet you, I am Jesse’s friend.”

It was strange to call him that since you weren’t sure if Jesse considered you his friend, but you certainly considered him to be yours. A small shocked expression appeared on her face, however before she could say anything you continued:

You didn’t quite understand her passive-aggressive response. At the same time, she was glad that you thought about her son but also said something about being an “unusual” friend of his. What did she mean by that? Was she trying to insult you or her own son? You thought that to yourself but decided to shrug it off as there were more important things right now.

“Listen Mrs Pinkman I am so sorry to bother you but Jesse hasn’t been responding to my messages for the past week and he also wasn’t at school so I wanted to make sure that he’s okay.”

“Hmm I have to say you don’t seem like Jesse’s usual kind of “friend”, but it’s nice that you worried about him. Pleasure to meet you too.”

“Listen Jesse has been lately um I am not sure how to put it...” 

The older woman seemed at loss for words. To your surprise at that moment a taller older man came up behind Mrs Pinkman, which you suspected probably was Jesse’s father.

“Is there a problem here dear?” and then Mrs Pinkman had to assure him there was none but also had to explain why you were here in the first place. 

“Oh, you are here for Jesse huh? Well then colour me surprised, to say the least. About our son - you’ll understand what my wife wanted to tell you in a moment. How about I show you his room, then you can go ask him yourself.”

The tension in that conversation caught you off-guard. For some reason, both of them seemed angry inside but they covered it in their nice suburban behaviour.  Before you could even properly react to that exchange of words they both walked into their house, gesturing you to follow them. 

They stopped at the door, which you could only assume belonged to Jesse’s room. His father then proceeded to knock on the door while saying “Jesse you have a visitor.” and then both left you alone in awkward silence while standing outside his room.

A couple of minutes passed and then you heard a loud thud and steps of someone approaching the door. Then the door swung right open followed by:

“Uh. I didn’t want you to see me like this Y/N.” Jesse sighed.

The room looked as if a tornado came through - all his belongings scattered on the bedroom floor. From his usual baggy clothes, beanies and a used bong to boxes of frozen pizza with few slices left untouched. The air in the room was heavy and the atmosphere was even heavier when you noticed Jesse nervously looking at you in the doorframe.

You have never seen Jesse in that state before. His usual entrancing blue eyes were all red. Not only that but it appeared that even weighty eyebags began to show on his face. Jesse anxiously held his arm around you. He was so afraid that sooner or later you would witness him like this. He expected the worst to come from your mouth and was preparing himself for the harsh reality of that situation to unfold, but then he heard a quiet sob coming from you.

“I was so worried that something bad happened to you. I am so glad that you are okay you asshole!” you immediately hugged Jesse.

“But um Jesse what happened? Is there something that worried you so much, which lead to this state?” you gestured at the room and him.

Jesse was knocked-out at that moment. Out of all the reactions he suspected he would get from you a warm embrace wasn’t on that list.

“Next time check your goddamn phone you hear me? A simple “I am alive” would be great you know?” you quickly added as you let go of that hug.

“I don’t want to come off as nosy or anything but just so you know you can always talk to me. I’ll make sure to be of help to you.” you added.

Jesse was absolutely stunned at that moment. Nobody ever cared about him that much and you didn’t even judge him? You didn’t think of him less after witnessing him at his worst? After all of that, you still wanted to know what was wrong? What exactly was happening? He finally responded:

“Heh I don’t know what to say Y/N. Look for the past few days I haven’t been feeling very well. You probably met my parents - we don’t exactly get along.” before he could finish that sentence he made sure to close the door so they wouldn’t hear what he says.

“So about a week ago they found my secret stash and went fucking crazy. It wasn’t only about that oh no no no. Mrs and Mr Perfect had to bring up my shitty grades and how I will never amount to anything. Parents of the year huh? After that, the only thing I knew would make me feel good is smoke some weed and spend time alone. My buddies suggested meeting up but I wasn't feeling like it. I just felt like a burden to everyone I have ever met."

"God and the fact that this dickhead White told my parents I was a lost cause was just a cherry on top of that shitshow." he added with frustration building inside him.

Seeing Jesse in that vulnerable position made you even more motivated to comfort him. You carefully started:

"First of all you are certainly not a burden, how could you even think that for a moment? Look even if your parents are acting like assholes towards you they don't define your worth. "

"I am so sorry that your parents and White told you those awful words but if you asked me I think you are pretty great. Sure you aren't the best at certain things but you are getting better each and every single day. If it makes any real difference to you I'm rooting for you, Jesse."

"And hey just a friendly suggestion when you do succeed you can rub it in their face you know? That certainly is something to look forward to right?"

That made Jesse chuckle a bit.

"Thanks, Y/N. I am very glad that you came here."

"No problem at all. Say do you need any help with cleaning your room? And before you say you don't want to make me do your chores I don't mind and also I insist."

Even if he said no you would help him so after that you and Jesse got up to start cleaning his room and of course had some more heart-to-heart conversations while doing so. It brought you two closer than ever and you both realized that your feelings were more than friendship.

Since that day some time passed and your first study sessions came faster than expected. Jesse was so happy that he could finally spend more time with you and so were you. You took your usual path to the library and sat in an empty desk. This time you decided to start with organic chemistry, in particular, a topic revolving around saccharides. Before you could explain anything Jesse asked you:

"So today we are doing what? Saccharides? What a mouthful. Why do eggheads always come up with the most idiotic names instead of calling it oh I don't know... something anyone can say outloud?"

"Pff you can always just call them sugars you know. It is still a correct nomenclature so feel free to use that one."

"Yeah but I would rather call you sugar." he responded without a second thought.

"Wait what did you say?" you felt blood rush to your face.

Silence fell between you two. Expression or sheer shock on both of your faces. Jesse couldn't believe he said that out loud. The silence was then broken by him coughing and finally adding:

"Y/N I didn't mean to make any of this awkward I just... I just think that you are sweet."

"Well if that makes any difference I think you are cute too Pinkman." you responded and softly placed a kiss on his lips.

Truth be told that day you didn't do any of the material you had planned in advance. The only chemistry that was on your mind was between you and Jesse.

[ssinboo]

jägerbomb

summary: You were nothing but a nuisance. A lovesick fool always obsessing over Felix, so why were you looking at someone else?

Felix won’t have that, he’ll do something, anything, to make sure you only look at him, even if that means submitting to your every whim.

pairing: subby!Felix x Reader (Reader does read on the thicker side, and their hair is described as having curls, but no reference to texture)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: COMPLETELY TOXIC, not accurate representation of how any relationships should go ever, humiliation, mutual masturbation, lots of begging, Felix is desperate, no aftercare

a/n: very unedited ;( I wrote this almost all at once after listening to Taste on loop! I’ve been so absent throughout october I apologise OTL

Felix had always assumed— No, he had strong evidence that supported his claim of being a Dom. He’d tried subbing a couple of times, not once did being at someone’s mercy ever turn him on.

But it only took a party and a couple too many drinks and he found himself completely hard from the way you snubbed him.

You. Of all eight billion fuckers in this wretched planet.

Crazy. Stalker. Obsessed. Weirdo. 

Those were adjectives he’d frequently use to describe your childhood crush on him. After all, you had to be a weirdo, chasing after the same guy for almost twenty years now. 

Felix tried everything; Tried to reject you politely, completely ignore your existence and then, finally, be mean. It wasn’t uncommon for your puppy love and relentless eagerness to please to be used as the butt-end of a distasteful joke. 

Still, how could you move on so fast?!  I mean, you dressed up all prettily in a flowy skirt and high heels all for him, right? So how dare you smile so bashfully at Bang chan, who was only serving you a freaking drink!

He walks over to the makeshift bar, pouring himself a drink. Very clearly within your panoramic vision. But you pay him no mind…? 

What. 

You laugh at Chan’s cheesy joke and slap his arm, God, you are so stupid at flirting. Not too long ago, you would follow Felix around like a lost puppy, would you follow someone new, now?

No, you wouldn’t.

You wouldn’t, right? 

It takes hours for you to finally gather your things and leave. As soon as the party was over and people started to leave, you were up and ready, bidding everyone Goodbye with such a sweet, tired smile. You don’t look for him. What, like he wasn’t worth your Goodbye? 

He’d show you—

“What’s wrong with you?!” 

You’re certainly taken aback when Felix suddenly grabs your wrist, stealing whatever balance you had with those heels. He’s absolutely fuming, pouty lips tightly pressed into a deep frown. 

“Felix…? What?” 

The softening of his anger absolutely maddens Felix. No, you were in the wrong. He can’t let this go just because your eyes look so sultry painted in smokey eyeshadow. 

“You’ve been ignoring me the whole night— What’s wrong with you?” He spits, tightening his grip around your wrist.

You’re clearly confused, but at least you’re finally looking at him. “Huh?— Uh… I—I didn’t realise. I’m sorry…?”

No. This isn’t you. 

Real You would know that ignoring Felix Lee is the last thing you’d ever do. 

“What?!”

“I said I’m sorry… Can you please let me go? You’re hurting my wrist.” It’s instinctual the way his hand flinches away from your body once you speak out your discomfort. 

Having the weirdest interaction of the night, you’re confused with the way Felix looks at you, but don’t bother staying there to find out. Felix is nothing but trouble. Adjusting your bag, you turn to leave.

“Was it something I did?” 

Why did he sound so hurt? He certainly didn’t mean to. It’s not like Felix craved or even enjoyed your unending attention. 

“What?!” You sigh. “…No. Don’t worry about it—“

“Then why were you with him?” 

Oh God, Felix was Jealous?

No. It can’t be.

He probably just wants you to stay away from his friend. 

“Don’t worry… Channie isn’t interested in me,” You shake your head at his silliness. Bang Chan was kind at fault, and since his sister joined as an intern at the place you worked, you both became a lot closer. “Are you happy, now?”

Goodness, you shouldn’t have asked. He looks ten times angrier as soon as you finish your sentence, pretty brows furrowed and pink lips twisted in a maddened scowl. Felix is approaching you with heavy strides, shoulders risen in tension.

“What?!” You can feel his hot breath against your face when he speaks and you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. No,you promised yourself to never fall into Felix’s charms ever again. “Channie…? Since when are you so close?”

“A while… Why are you so interested?” 

You can see how he visibly swallows, “…Why won’t you tell me? Do you love him?”

You run your hands through your hair in frustration, undoing the neat updo. Your hair cascades over your shoulders, looking so strikingly soft under the moonlight and smelling like ripe strawberries. God, how much he wants to run his fingers through those curls. 

“God, you are so drunk. I’m seriously leaving, Felix, you are not in your right mind.”

“…Lix,” His voice is a broken whimper that hurts his ego like nothing else. 

“What?”

“Call me Lix… Please, call me Lix like you used to,” He’s inching closer, slightly bending his knees so he can look up to you instead of down.

“Fine,” You give in. “Lix,” You emphasise his nickname and he nods fervently, “You should go to bed.” 

“Come with me,” He pleads, hands reaching out to grasp your arm, this time so delicately, as if he’s afraid you would push him away, cower away from his touch. 

This is so insanely out of character you feel like you might’ve stepped into an alternate universe or something. Where the fuck Dr. Strange when you need him to fix things?

“Fe—,” You stop yourself before he pleads again, “Lix, I can’t go in with you, you’re drunk and you’re gonna regret this tomorrow—“ Pulling his fingers away from your blouse, you turn around.

“No! No—No, don’t go, please—Please.” 

And he’s reaching forward, wrapping his arms around your waist— heavy hands resting atop the band of your skirt, feeling the heat that emanates from your body like a furnace. Were you alway so warm and comforting to touch?

Sooner than your brain can catch, you lean into his body, back tightly pressed against his chest. Softly melting into his hands, your own hands reaching to find his around your waist. 

The coldness from the many rings that adorn his fingers is a welcome contrast to the sudden heat that takes over. Felix rejoices, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. Your body should never leave his. Should never crave another.

He leans down, lips finding yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. 

But you realise the rabbit hole you’re falling into.

You pull away from him in an instant, sending a slap across his cheek. The hurt expression in his eyes is not missed.

You almost feel guilty.

Because he looks so confused and genuine. Nothing like the man you know, with such passionate eyes, an honest horrified look stamps his beautiful face. You almost want to apologise, to ask for another kiss.

Almost.

Not after everything he’s done. 

“How— How—How fucking dare you?” You stutter, clasping your hands together in the hopes to stop the mad trembling of your fingers. 

Not once, no matter what he did, had you ever even so much as raised your voice at his antics. But you are beyond furious now. 

Felix immediately slips into a choir of apologies, falling to his knees, fingers clawing at the fabric of your flowy skirt. His brows are pulled together, eyes glossy in unshed tears. 

“You don’t deserve to be this close to my lips,” You thread a dangerous, unknown path right now, but how tired are you of being on the receiving end of such insults?

Oh, how you adored the feeling of this. Turning against him the very words he once spat so violently. The way Felix reacts, immediately widening his eyes and pleading so eagerly isn’t bad either.

“I’ll do anything— Please—“ He gulps, fisting the sheer fabric of your blouse. 

The perverted smile that finds your lips is unbecoming of such a sweet person, but what could you say? Felix made you this way. He rejected your kindness, spat on your love again and again. 

You’d make him feel your humiliation.

You’d visited his bedroom many a time before, always accompanied by the usual friend group, of course. But for once, you are alone and immediately hit with the overpowering scent of his cologne. Goodness, you want to bury yourself within his sheets. 

Sitting on his bed, legs crossed comfortably as you lean on your arms, you watch Felix kneeling so obediently by your feet. His eyes stare at you with so much adoration, as if he’d really do anything for you at this moment.

“My feet hurt,” It’s a test. You want to see how far he’s willing to go. “Give me a massage, will you?” 

But to your surprise, Felix is very eager to carefully remove your heels, gulping at the feeling of your warm skin under his fingertips. His hands are so diligent, ridding your feet of the stinging pain of long-term heel wearage. 

“Mhmm—“ You hum, losing yourself to the pleasure. 

God, that goes straight to his dick. 

It wasn’t easy, the way your thighs look so smooth and inviting under your pleated skirt, how you’re sitting on his bed, looking at him, letting him touch you. Asking him so nicely to treat you well, only him. 

And now, he knows he’s giving you pleasure. Even if it’s a massage, he’d happily do it anytime you needed, as long as you kept needing him. 

But his disgusting brain can’t help but imagine your lewder sounds, anything. How you would look naked, God. Your curves, your body sitting atop his, your weight restricting his hips as you ride him through

“Are you hard?!”

He panics, flinching away from you, hiding his crotch. Oh no, he’s fucked up royally, how could he? You’ll never let him touch you now, you’ll leave and hate him forever—

“Take it off.”

“W—What?” His eyes, honeyed chocolate so sweet it’s acidic in your throat, look up at you with such genuine surprise, but most importantly, miserable hope over your words. 

“Take off your pants, don’t you want to?”

Though it comes out as teasing, it’s a genuine question; As much you want Felix to suffer the humiliation you felt, the stupid, lovefool part of you wishes to know he really wants you, he really craves your body.

The way he struggles with the belt, stumbling to pull off his jeans brings a confident smile to your lips. You cross your legs, not only to give him a fleeting glimpse of your lacy underwear but also to suppress the aching that just won’t go away. 

“Kneel back down,” You whisper, eyes glued to his figure. 

God, Felix was sculpted by the divine. With broad shoulders, but still a somewhat delicate frame and unblemished, milky skin so soft to the eye you just watched to bite and scratch all over. You wondered how his neck would bruise if you sucked on it or how his back would look if you dug your nails into it. 

He tries to hide his shameful erection with cupped hands, but you use your foot to pry his arms away. Oh, his cock was just as gorgeous as the rest of him, reddened tip kissing his belly button with tiny drops of precum leaking. 

Felix feels himself growing hornier by the minute, specially with the way you look at him with such desirous eyes. 

“D—Does it hurt?” You ask, biting at your red lip with such unconscious allure.

“Y—Yes… So much…” 

With curious eyes, you stretch your leg, running your foot along the extension of his member. Felix lets out such a strained, pretty moan. You gulp. 

“Touch yourself,” 

Felix nods fervently, right hand gripping his cock. He struggles with the dryness and you smirk. 

You lean forward, cleavage right in his eye line as you open your mouth, tongue sticking out as you let saliva gather at the tip. Felix looks so hypnotised with the sight, salivating at the sight of your mouth. 

Letting it drip over his dick, you watch him spread it across his head and down the shaft with a quiet whimper. 

“Faster.” 

He works his hands in a back and forth motion, stomach muscles spasming involuntarily under the pleasure. It’s such a delectable sight, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, not even when your lower region begs for attention. 

His pouty lips forming such a pretty ‘O’ shape, pretty eyes brimming with painful tears. Body unconsciously arching forward, shoulders slumped and trembling under the motion.

Felix almost cums when he sees you stand up and shimmy off your pleated skirt. The expanse of your thighs, jiggling as you jump away from the fabric and hook your fingers around the band of your panties.

The way your belly folds over the lacy fabric, he wants to touch it, to fondle your skin, bite and mark what’s his. 

But you sit back down and he’s so, so close to your pussy, he chokes. 

And then you spread your legs over his bed, teasing hand running down your thigh, where he can’t touch, can’t trace his fingers over your skin and your pretty ass. 

“Come on, isn’t this enough?” 

“Yes—Yes— So pretty—“ He chokes.

“Come on, Lix, look at me,” You whisper.

His eyes meet yours and they’re so filled to the brim in lust, innocent doe gaze totally glassy under delirious longing to fuck you into next week. You smile, fingers reaching between your legs to spread your folds apart.

You can see so perfectly the conflict in his brain, he wants to obey, to do anything you want but he also wants nothing more than to look at your glistening folds. Despite the struggle, his eyes remain on yours. 

“Cover me in your cum,” A devious smile paints your lips.

Felix chokes, brain so fried with the amount of blood rushing to his dick at the moment. He must have heard your wrong, completely taken over by his darkest wishes.

“W—What?” 

“Well, if you can’t,” 

He leans forward, nodding fervorously, “NO! Yes, I can! Please— I will be good— Please, let me—“ 

You crawl back on the bed until you’re comfortably laid on his many pillows and spread your knees apart. Felix follows you, an enchanted look on his face. 

Kneeling on the bed, Felix resumes his motion, eyes glued to your fingers as you run them between your folds, collecting the dripping slick and spreading it around the lips. 

He groans, speeding up his movement.

“You can’t cum,” You speak out, voice breathy and so seductive to his ears, “Not until I do.”

Felix whimpers, feeling his climax so, so close. His biceps aches under such strain and his cock throbs, so heavy in his hand.

His lips do nothing but softly moan prayers of your name. 

You hum, imagining it’s his fingers rubbing against your clit so vigorously right now. 

And you enjoy the view, pearly teeth digging into his pink lips, such a painful, pleasured expression. You can only adore the sight of milky precum running down his tip and his fingers, so messy and so, so pretty. 

“Hmm, Lix~ Do you want to come?” 

“Yes—“ He gulps, “Please— I want to cum so bad! I can’t take it—!” 

His begging sends you over the edge and you ride out your high, the squelching sound fills his ears with lewd thoughts of sinking his cock into your wet pussy. He watches you clench around nothing, your body arching up.

“Come on, Lix—“ You spread your lips apart and he doesn’t waste a single second.

Felix hovers over your hips, head thrown back as he spurts ropes of hot white over your sensitive cunt. You moan at the feeling, letting him empty himself over your pussy and stomach, making a mess of his bedsheets. 

And he paints his claim on you, tarnishing your pretty body with his essence, letting his scent wash over your body. No matter what, you were his. Of course you were, you would always be.

As soon as his climax is over, Felix collapses.

Hiding his face on the crook of your neck, he catches his breath, heart beating so fast you can feel it against your chest. When he regains his conscience, Felix leans back, hips holding yours in place as he stares at your post-orgasm face. 

“Please— Only look at me, baby… Please— Please— Promise me, you won’t look at anyone else, please—“ 

And you have a terrible record when it comes to resisting those eyes of his. 

[yowyowyaoi]

Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Nagato

You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.

300 miles? Is that really the closest?!

I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.

Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.

Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.

I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.

I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.

I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.

No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.

You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.

From Kakuzu

Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.

Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.

I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.

Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔

Much, much too expensive.

I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.

I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.

It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship. 

It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due. 

If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.

I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.

Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!

I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.

From Konan

Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡

It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.

Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀

No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!

Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.

I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢

No offense but do you even have nails 🤔

I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.

Since we were children 🥰

I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.

Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.

You’re THAT old?! 😵‍💫

Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.

Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??

From Hidan

Freak.

Then stop watching, weirdo!

Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!

Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees. 

Then steal him some damn glasses next time!

But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔

He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂

I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.

How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?

They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.

Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?

If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.

Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄

So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.

From Sasori

Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.

A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.

Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒

I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.

Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.

An interesting experiment, certainly.

I have vague memories but that’s all.

You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off. 

Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!

I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.

If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?

You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.

I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.

From Kisame

So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.

Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.

Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.

No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.

Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.

I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.

I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.

Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒

I don’t but Samehada seems to.

The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋

Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.

Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning. 

From Deidara

You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!

If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼

Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?

Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!

Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔

I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.

Honestly not until I met Sasori lol 

Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩

I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.

Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.

Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖

Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡

Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.

From Itachi

Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.

Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.

No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.

Yes but cabbage is so versatile.

You saw him? Did he look well? 👀

The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.

I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.

There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.

No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.

22 doesn’t really interest me.

From Obito

The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.

Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!

He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍

Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.

I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.

It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.

I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.

The constant money woes are so tedious.

Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.

We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.

You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻

What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?

Bonus: From Madara

He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.

What? That little shit. 😡

If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.

You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.

Have you seen my good blanket?

What happened to my slippers?

🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.

Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.

Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.

Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.

Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?

If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.

Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.

Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.

First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?

What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.

I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.

[defectivehero]

finders, keepers

The hero curses under their breath, feeling the last of their energy seep out of them upon closing the door to their apartment. They just barely manage to stumble into their bathroom before the world swirls around them and they’re falling to the ground. Groaning, the hero tries to get back up, but there’s a sharp pain in their head and a dizzying pressure pushing them into the ground. For a seemingly endless amount of time, they remain on the floor, squinting up at the fluorescent lighting of their bathroom.

The hero blinks, only to find someone standing over them. Rubbing their eyes with shaking hands, they wait for their vision to clear. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. Gulping, they wait for the person to reveal themselves. 

“How’s the weather down there, hero?” 

The hero can’t help but let their emotionless mask slip, as surprise and fear battle for prominence within them. They know that voice all too well. They’ve heard that voice far more times than they'd like to. The voice is particularly common in their nightmares. To the hero’s dismay, this isn’t a nightmare. Instead, it’s just horrible reality. 

Bone-deep fear settles deep in their bones, as they try to rationalize just how their enemy knows where they live. They desperately want to think that it’s just a coincidence, but they know better. The hero lives in an apartment building that has twenty floors. The villain wouldn’t have found them unless... Unless they’d been looking. 

A few moments pass before the hero realizes that they’re supposed to respond. They don’t know what to say and, not for the first time in the villain’s presence, they simply remain silent. Their enemy likes hearing their own voice and, sure enough, within a few moments they’re speaking more. 

“Well, this is certainly interesting,” the villain continues. The hero can’t quite make out their facial features, but in their mind’s eye, their enemy is smirking. “Your eyes are practically begging me for help.” The hero resists the urge to call their bluff. If there’s anything they know about themselves, it’s that they don’t want help from their enemy. 

Their fingers twitch at their sides insistently. The hero desperately wants to do something, but they can’t. They’re already just barely conscious. If they push themselves too hard, there’s a solid chance they won’t wake. The most they can do is push themselves up and scoot back to increase the distance between the two of them.

“I’m afraid I’m not quite the type,” the villain says, accompanied with what the hero guesses to be a frown. They take a step closer to match, and, despite the knowledge that their enemy hasn’t moved more than a foot’s distance, their fear is only increasing. 

“What, a good person?” the hero chokes out, still seeing stars. They flinch after speaking, expecting some sort of payback. Instead, the villain sounds to be laughing or choking- one of the two. 

“True,” the villain acquiesces. The hero would be more surprised with the admission if their head weren’t spinning and morphing their vision. They lift a trembling hand to shield their eyes from the light above them. It was bright before, but now, it feels as if it’s searing holes through their skull. “Even so, I’d be a fool not to capitalize on this.”

“Capitalize?” the hero laughs. They’re just about reaching their limit. Their adrenaline from their rather taxing battle with another supervillain left them minutes ago. That explains why words just seem to fall from their lips. “Right, because you can’t defeat me in a fair fight. You just have to, ah, capitalize on someone else’s work.” They can’t see the villain’s expression change, but they’re sure it does. At least, judging from the way their enemy lunges forward and grabs them by the collar. The hero hisses, vertigo returning as they’re tugged forward by a harsh grip. 

“Yes, you’re absolutely right.” The hero’s eyebrows furrow at that. The grip on their shirt collar falls away as fast as it came, but the hero’s guard is still up. Something still feels off. Sure enough, the villain’s next statement gives them clarity. “After all, why should I do such menial work, when I can just stumble upon you like this?” 

“No,” the hero grimaces, reading between the lines. They shouldn't know what will happen next, but they know the person in front of them. They know their enemy, know they aren’t prideful enough to demand another battle. The hero is positively exhausted. They know they will not be able to escape the confines of their own bathroom without getting through the villain and, yet, their heart still hammers in their chest. “Get away from me.”

The villain does the exact opposite, leaning down in front of them. The hero stiffens at the sudden proximity. They’ve never felt so entirely helpless before. Their arms won’t move like they want them to. They can’t so much as push themselves back up to a standing position. It’s humiliating, frustrating and, most importantly, dangerous. It is dangerous to be so weak in front of the villain.

As expected, their enemy takes advantage of their weakness. All the hero can manage is a pained whimper as the villain makes easy work of lifting them up into their arms. The hero desperately wants to resist, but their vision is blurred and their thoughts are running with wild with fear for what will happen next. They try their best to stay awake and fight back, push the villain away, do something, but their body is entirely unresponsive. Their enemy’s laugh echoes in their ears, even as the hero’s world fades to black and they succumb to unconsciousness.

©2022, @defectivehero All Rights Reserved.

I desperately wanted to write a fic with injured!hero, and I did. This one turned out a little differently than I initially expected, but I’m glad. It’s really easy to write the typical “hero is injured, villain helps them,” blah blah blah. I wanted to push myself. 

I like the hero in this. They're the right balance of courageous and smart. I’ve always felt like too much courage can be a bad thing. There are certain moments in which being selfish, being “cowardly,” can be a good thing. The hero certainly isn’t cowardly in this, but they’re still able to analyze the situation and come to the conclusion that resistance will be futile. Anyways. Can you tell I was never a Gryffindor? Lol.

Thanks for reading! 

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Cat’s 3K Series

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Part Three

By the end of the week, the hero was an expert in stitching. It was a lot of work.

On the outside, the villain didn’t look that bad but once the hero removed their clothing, the amount of cuts and bruises was scary. Their whole body was full of them and the hero had to use a lot of thread. There were also smaller wounds which the hero covered up with band aids.

Unfortunately, they only had coloured ones with comic animals (their niece had wanted those a while ago) which at first, had made the villain protest again. However, the hero had somehow managed to convince them that the colour of those band aids had absolutely nothing to do with their functionality.

One time, the hero caught them trying to escape again, limping, they’d aimed for the door but the hero had pulled them back, pressing their bodies against each other, hands on the villain’s chest. Handcuffs were useless, the hero had decided. Maybe that was a good excuse but the hero also had seen the marks those handcuffs had left on them.

Slowly, the week passed and slowly, all of the villain’s wounds were stitched and cared for, even those which reopened frequently thanks to their great struggling. The hero placed the last band aid on the villain’s jaw.

“You know,” the hero mumbled. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass.”

The villain’s eyes jumped to the hero’s.

“No dirty joke?” the villain asked.

Yeah, no dirty joke. With the villain around them 24 hours a day, it was more than a little complicated to play a role. Either that and crying themselves to sleep every night or walking around like an exhausted ghost all day. They’d decided on doing the latter.

The agency had urged them to file a report but the hero had called in sick. They knew they couldn’t do this for eternity.

The hero didn’t answer them.

“Your stitches are awful,” the villain said. “They look horrible.”

“You’re mean.” The hero looked at one of the stitches, slightly uneasy now.

“I didn’t ask you to treat my wounds.”

The hero didn’t say anything.

“Still don’t get it why you do all this shit. The agency is bad, I get that. But they’re heroes. Can’t be that bad.”

The hero stared at them, something close to a murder stare.

“You know nothing,” they said. They pushed the flashbacks into the corners of their brain. Deep down so they wouldn’t have to dig them up again. “There are some leftovers in the fridge, take them if you want to.”

The hero stood up and looked down at their shaking fingers. They breathed in, breathed out. But it didn’t go away.

Usually it did but with the agency right behind them, asking for mission reports and more work, psychic evaluations and health check ups and another mission, they couldn’t even fall asleep anymore. Maybe it had been a mistake to bring the villain here. Maybe they were better off alone.

“I don’t wanna eat your trash food.”

“You know what?” The hero turned around with a burning face. “You’re a massive fucking asshole. I saved your life, more than once by now and you do nothing but insult me.”

Anger and exhaustion mixed together, creating a poisonous soup the hero was more than ready to throw in the others face.

“I know my cooking isn’t the fucking best, alright? I know it sucks but I’m trying really hard to keep us both alive.” The hero’s hands formed into fists and they dug their fingernails into the palms of their hands. “Fine. Just leave if you want to. Leave.”

The villain had the audacity to actually look surprised. A little shocked too. What a joke.

“I won’t drag you back into this apartment. Leave. Escape. Whatever. I don’t care. I have better things to do.”

Blinded by overwhelming emotions, they grabbed their suit and walked out of the door. They accepted the mission the agency had given to them on their mobile phone.

Turned out, irrational decisions were the worst. The hero had suspected that with bringing the villain into their home but now, they were certainly sure this was their end.

Apparently their opponent’s evaluation was ridiculously wrong. The information the agency had sent to the hero had described them as “insufficient” and “negligibly violent.” They were anything but.

Within five minutes of the fight, the hero already had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Ten minutes in and the hero had turned into prey that got hunted. The hero tried desperately to hide, to block where they could but it didn’t get them far. They got hit, could barely escape, got dragged back into the whole mess. Their opponent wasn’t enormous in size but they were quick. Focused. Agile.

The hero wheezed when another strong hit went to their stomach. They felt the crack and the pain, felt how tears formed in their eyes.

They made a noise, a horrible noise and broke down.

“Nothing personal,” their opponent said, voice deep. The hero fought for air but nothing filled up their lungs. Not fair. Not fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Their tears fell to the ground and they gasped for oxygen which eventually found its way into their lungs.

They hadn’t made dinner yet. What if the villain really didn’t like the leftovers? But they’d eaten yesterday…

They squeezed their eyelids together. What were they even thinking about? The villain had probably left the house already, licking their wounds like a hurt dog in their lair.

What a thought. The apartment would be so quiet…

With time, they managed to breathe evenly. But weren’t they tired of fighting? Weren’t they just so, so done with everything?

“Who sent you?” the hero asked.

“I sent myself,” they said. “Wanted to see how strong those little heroes have become. Wanted to experiment a bit with you.”

Experiment.

“Please,” the hero begged.

Their throat went dry. Their breathing changed, breaking, crumbling in their control. They knew they couldn’t afford this right now but god it had never been this bad before. They grasped their suit, gripped the fabric stretching over their chest. It was hot. It was way too hot.

Tears streamed down their face. Experiment.

And then, suddenly, they felt a hand on their shoulder.

“This one is mine.” The hero looked up, finding the villain’s eyes easily. They wanted to cry out of happiness but the building panic attack prohibited it.

The opponent tilted their head, their eyes jumping between the villain and the hero.

“Where have you been?”

“I kidnapped them, they escaped,” the villain lied. Their fingers combed through the hero’s hair and they shushed. “Mistake on my part.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” the opponent asked. Slowly, the hero got a grip on reality. This wasn’t the end. It wasn’t the end, wasn’t the end, wasn’t the end—

“They became attached to me accidentally. I didn’t know if you’d approve,” the villain said. “I wanted them for myself.”

The hero saw the tension in the villain’s jaw, how they swallowed forcefully. They knew each other.

The opponent watched them carefully, suspiciously.

“Fine with me. Make them your puppy.” They looked at the villain intensely. “But don’t forget about my puppy back at home, will you?”

The hero didn’t understand the threat. However, when the villain carried them to the hero’s car, they understood that the villain had come to rescue them.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Mingcheng 2022 Day 6 - Gifts

Jiang Cheng is absolutely flabbergasted when Nie Mingjue stops him briefly before they go into the conference room and presses something into his hands.

“For you,” Nie Mingjue says as he closes Jiang Cheng’s fingers around the small parcel and then he goes on as if nothing happened at all, instantly engrossed in a conversation with Nie Zonghui.

Jiang Cheng is left staring after him with no goddamn clue just what exactly happened right now and so it takes him a moment to regain his sense.

He refuses to admit that he only manages it because his second in command discreetly clears his throat behind him.

Jiang Cheng stashes the little parcel into his robes, unwilling to open it in front of everyone else and by the time the conference is done he has almost forgotten about it. Jin Guangshan and Sect Leader Yao certainly made sure of that by enraging him like no one else ever could and so it’s yet again his second in command who saves him.

“Do remember the gift,” he quietly says when they part for the evening and Jiang Cheng wonders how he could ever forget about it at all because all of a sudden it feels as if Nie Mingjue’s gift is burning a hole into his robes.

“Sure,” Jiang Cheng mutters back, suddenly desperate to get it open and see what Nie Mingjue got him and so he’s quick to go into his own room.

It’s only when the door is safely closed behind him that he pulls out the gift.

It really is small; small enough to entirely fit into his hand and even allow him to close his fingers around it and Jiang Cheng wonders what it could be.

He doesn’t wonder for too long though, because now he’s impatient and he rips open the wrapping. A small charm falls into his hand and Jiang Cheng is left blinking at it.

It’s delicately crafted and beautifully made and Jiang Cheng is pretty certain the he doesn’t deserve this at all.

It doesn’t help that it’s a small lotus flower that would fit perfectly on Jiang Cheng’s belt.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jiang Cheng mutters even as he clasps the charm onto his belt.

He can already imagine just how self-satisfied Nie Mingjue is going to look the next day when he sees it there and Jiang Cheng has to admit that he can’t wait for the small smile that it will surely bring out on the other man’s face.

~*~*~

It seems now that Nie Mingjue has started once he’s not going to stop with the gifts.

The next time they meet with Nie Mingjue being on an official visit to Lotus Pier, he has something else to give to Jiang Cheng.

“Here,” he says putting something that looks like a dagger on the table, though it is kind of hard to tell with how it’s all wrapped up.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Cheng says after a long moment of staring at the gift and by then Nie Mingjue has long gone back to reading the report in his hand.

It seems as if he doesn’t deem his own actions important at all.

“I’m reading,” Nie Mingjue instantly shoots back though Jiang Cheng can tell by the small twitch of his mouth that he wants to laugh at Jiang Cheng and certainly knows what he’s talking about.

Jiang Cheng huffs but doesn’t say anything else because by now he knows Nie Mingjue well enough to know that if he doesn’t want to explain something he simply won’t.

He can be stubborn like that.

Jiang Cheng gingerly picks the gift up and when he removes the cloth it’s indeed a dagger that gets revealed.

It’s beautiful and the intricate crafting on the handle is breath-taking and it’s exactly the right length to fit into Jiang Cheng’s boot, too.

Where there’s a dagger shaped space right now because he lost his own during the last night hunt he went to.

“How did you know?” Jiang Cheng asks and Nie Mingjue shrugs, even while he still pretends to read his report.

“A little birdy told me,” he easily gives back and Jiang Cheng frowns at the implication that Nie Huaisang was somehow involved.

Or maybe he’s reading too much into this at all and it was one of his own people who told Nie Mingjue about this. Which doesn’t actually make this any better. He’ll have to talk to his second as soon as Nie Mingjue is gone.

“Thank you,” Jiang Cheng whispers and Nie Mingjue only smiles at him in answer, his face soft.

Jiang Cheng wonders what this all means.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is still debating what he wants to get to eat on the market in Qinghe Nie when Nie Mingjue materialises at his side, a steaming hot bun in his hands.

“You’ll like this,” he says and presses it into Jiang Cheng’s hands, walking off without another word.

Yet again Jiang Cheng is caught completely off guard and all he can do is stare after Nie Mingjue until the delicious smell of the bun hits him.

It must be filled with something because no way could it smell like that otherwise and Jiang Cheng can’t quite supress the soft moan he lets out when he bites into it.

The filling is absolutely delicious and Jiang Cheng wonders just how many of these he can eat before he makes himself sick. But for that to do he first has to find out where Nie Mingjue got them from.

“Hey, wait,” he calls out, running after Nie Mingjue but despite the height of the other man, he can’t find him anymore.

The market is filled with people and despite his own height and status Jiang Cheng has a hard time making his way through the crowd with absolutely no chance of ever catching up to Nie Mingjue.

He guesses he’ll have to walk around the market on his own then, though that prospect doesn’t quite make him happy.

Jiang Cheng decides not to think any more about that, though.

~*~*~

When Jiang Cheng receives a letter from Nie Mingjue with a little package attached he’s not even that surprised anymore.

Just quietly resigned because it doesn’t look like Nie Mingjue is going to stop any time soon with the gifts, though Jiang Cheng still doesn’t understand why he’s doing it.

He didn’t get a chance to really talk to Nie Mingjue since this whole gift giving started, because even during his visit to Qinghe Nie they were so busy with Sect matters that they didn’t even have time to chat.

But it still doesn’t seem as if Nie Mingjue is deterred in his ways.

“What the hell is this then,” Jiang Cheng grumbles even as he opens the parcel.

He should probably read the letter first but his curiosity is piqued and he can’t be bothered to read first. It’s not as if anyone is present who could tell him off for it anyway.

What falls into his hand once he gets the wrapping removed is a new ink stone.

“What the fuck,” Jiang Cheng mutters, ignoring the fact that he wanted to go out tomorrow to buy a new one for himself and rips open the letter.

He skims over the niceties and the Sect business until he finds the part about the gift.

During my last visit I noticed that you grind your ink too harshly. By now you are probably due a new ink stone. Do try to relax a bit, it’s not the inks’ fault after all, the letter says and Jiang Cheng has to snort at it.

It’s true, it’s not the inks’ fault but he does find grinding it strangely soothing. Even at the expense of his inkstone.

“Why do you even notice these things,” Jiang Cheng mutters, even as he replaces his old, worn-down inkstone and he can’t deny that it makes him happy to see the new one and be reminded that it’s there because Nie Mingjue noticed something about him.

Still, it doesn’t give him an answer to his question, so he vows to ask Nie Mingjue the next time he sees him.

~*~*~

The next time turns out to be just a week later when Nie Mingjue drops by for a surprise visit and just like Jiang Cheng promised himself he refuses the gift Nie Mingjue absentmindedly tries to push into his hands and instead he puts his hands to his hips and levels Nie Mingjue with a look.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jiang Cheng demands to know and Nie Mingjue blinks at him, clearly surprised.

“Trying to give you something?” he then asks, the gift still in his own hands, hovering kind of awkwardly between them.

“No, yeah, that’s kind of obvious.” Jiang Cheng curses himself for his fumble there. “I just mean—why?”

“Because I want to see you happy?” Nie Mingjue asks right back and it brings Jiang Cheng up short.

“What?” he breathes out because this doesn’t even make sense! “You never even wait to see my reaction!” he almost yells out then and Nie Mingjue shrugs.

“Maybe, but I do get to see that you are enjoying my gifts,” he then says with a small nod to the lotus charm that is hanging off Jiang Cheng’s belt.

It makes Jiang Cheng blush and he tries to hide the charm with his hand but of course it’s a totally useless move because clearly Nie Mingjue has already seen it.

Jiang Cheng is convinced he even knows about the knife in his boot. It already saved Jiang Cheng more than once, too.

“I just don’t understand,” Jiang Cheng goes on eventually. “How can you find all these things for me?” he asks because he truly doesn’t understand how Nie Mingjue always has something ready for him, no matter what.

Jiang Cheng was prepared for a lot of things but seeing Nie Mingjue blush slightly certainly wasn’t one of them.

“I just—” he shrugs, clearly unwilling to speak up before he seems to come to a decision because he straightens up. “I just buy the things that make me think of you. It’s nothing more than little trinkets anyway,” he tries to play it down.

“Well, you must think of me an awful lot then,” Jiang Cheng bites out, unsure what to do with this admission and whenever he feels lost in a conversation he tends to fall back on sarcasm and biting remarks.

But for once, it doesn’t work.

“I do. I think about you all the time,” Nie Mingjue honestly gives back and it leaves Jiang Cheng speechless.

And whenever he is met with an emotion he doesn’t know how to deal with, Jiang Cheng has one trusted method to handle it: he flees.

So he turns around on his heels and walks away from Nie Mingjue, into the private part of Lotus Pier where not even Nie Mingjue is allowed in.

He paces on his favourite pier, turning the words in his mind over and over again, looking for the hidden meaning behind them and always coming up short. He thinks he might have to admit that Nie Mingjue simply said what he meant, but Jiang Cheng isn’t convinced.

He doubts that Nie Mingjue even meant it in such a positive way; it’s much more likely that Jiang Cheng annoys the other man to death and that is the reason why Nie Mingjue can’t stop thinking about him.

It doesn’t quiet add up with the gifts though and Jiang Cheng Is this close to tearing his hair out when his second finds him.

“Zongzhu, Nie-zongzhu is about to leave,” he informs him. “If you do want to talk to him, you should do so quickly.”

Jiang Cheng would admonish him for the small smile that plays around his mouth as he says it, indicating that he already knows something Jiang Cheng doesn’t, but the thought that Nie Mingjue could simply leave sends Jiang Cheng into a panic.

He runs off without saying even a word of thanks to his second.

Nie Mingjue is apparently about to step onto Baxia when Jiang Cheng comes running and Jiang Cheng can’t let him leave without getting a proper answer.

“Wait,” he yells out and gets treated to the sight of Nie Mingjue stumbling over his own feet.

“You scared me,” he grumbles once he found his footing again but he doesn’t quite manage to meet Jiang Cheng’s eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jiang Cheng mutters out once he’s certain that Nie Mingjue won’t simply fly off on him.

“Leaving? It didn’t seem as if I was very welcome here, with you running away from me,” Nie Mingjue immediately shoots back and Jiang Cheng winces.

“I’m sorry about that,” he says. “It’s just—you don’t make sense to me,” he then admits. “Your actions don’t make sense to me.”

“What is giving you trouble?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng would bristle at the teasing tone he uses but he finds that with Nie Mingjue it might be okay.

“You said—I just don’t understand,” he mutters as he stares at the ground and notices from the corner of his eyes how Nie Mingjue smiles at him.

“I’m trying to court you. Does that make more sense now?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng’s head snaps up so fast he fears he hurt himself.

“No! That doesn’t make sense at all!”

“Wanyin, seriously,” Nie Mingjue huffs out and steps close, taking Jiang Cheng’s hand in his. “I just admitted I think about you all the time. I have been giving you gifts for months now; gifts that you didn’t reject and even use. I thought my intentions were perfectly clear.”

“Yeah, well, they are not,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, but he can’t quite bring himself to take his hand back. “You should have said.”

“Alright,” Nie Mingjue says with a nod and takes Jiang Cheng’s other hand in his as well. “I’m gonna say it then. Are you going to run off on me again?” he asks and Jiang Cheng glares at him.

“Just say the damn sentence,” he hisses, causing Nie Mingjue to chuckle and Jiang Cheng finds himself thinking that he wants to do that more often.

“Okay then. I’m not letting you go again anyway,” he says and to emphasise his words he squeezes Jiang Cheng’s hands. “I want to court you. I have been trying to court you.”

The words hang awkwardly between them because even though now Jiang Cheng knew they were coming he can’t find his voice to say something to that.

And he stays quiet for long enough that apparently Nie Mingjue feels the need to ask a follow up question.

“Will you let me? Am I allowed to court you? Is it—wanted?”

He almost sounds unsure and that is something Jiang Cheng can’t have.

“I don’t know,” he snaps out. “Depends on your gift, I guess.”

He gives Nie Mingjue a challenging stare who relaxes again after he tensed at Jiang Cheng’s first words.

“Do not run off again, though,” he says, carefully taking his hands back and eying Jiang Cheng as if he is a flight risk.

It’s probably not entirely unwarranted, Jiang Cheng thinks, because he does feel as if fleeing might be the better option still. He forces himself to stay right where he is though and when Nie Mingjue presses the same gift from before into his hands he even takes it.

“There,” Nie Mingjue says and pats Jiang Cheng’s hands once. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“I don’t know yet,” Jiang Cheng grumbles even as he tears the wrapping apart and then he is left speechless when he unwraps the most beautiful guan he has even seen.

It’s almost simple in it’s design, and Jiang Cheng thinks that might make it even more beautiful but what really gets to him is the fact that Nie Mingjue somehow managed to combine Yunmeng Jiang symbols with those of Qinghe Nie.

He would have to be a blind fool not to understand Nie Mingjue’s intentions behind this.

“There is no way you simply found this,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and Nie Mingjue chuckles nervously.

“No,” he then admits. “It’s custom made. I know it’s presumptuous, especially with your lack of a reaction to any of the other gifts so far, but I just hoped—”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng cuts him off, tearing his eyes away from the guan to finally look at Nie Mingjue. “You can court me.”

Jiang Cheng did expect to get another smile for it but what he gets instead is Nie Mingjue distrustfully narrowing his eyes at him.

“If it’s just for the craftsmanship I can refer you to the expert,” he says and Jiang Cheng fights the urge to stomp his foot on the ground.

“You ridiculous fool,” he hisses out. “You give me the most thoughtful gifts, admitting to the fact that each and every one of them made you think of me and then you make this—” he shakes his hand with the guan “—combining our symbols and still expect me to say no?”

“Well, you did run from me not even half an hour ago,” Nie Mingjue says but there’s a hint of teasing back in his voice and that is truly all Jiang Cheng wanted.

“But then I came back. And now I ask you to stay.”

“Is that so?” Nie Mingjue asks and takes a step forward.

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng nods but he narrows his eyes when Nie Mingjue’s eyes sparkle with mirth.

“I didn’t hear a question, though,” he teases and Jiang Cheng slaps his chest.

“You’re horrible,” he complaints, though in all honesty, he doesn’t mind. He hopes Nie Mingjue knows that.

“I hear that from Huaisang all the time,” Nie Mingjue nods. “Still, I did not hear a question. And I’m afraid without that I’ll have to—”

He makes to move towards Baxia again and Jiang Cheng’s hand snaps forward, snatching his robes.

“Will you stay?” he asks and immediately Nie Mingjue pulls him into a hug.

“I thought you would never ask,” he whispers with a laugh and even knowing that he got played, Jiang Cheng can’t find it in him to mind it.

Not when Nie Mingjue thinks about him all the time and even freely admits to it.

Though it seems as if Jiang Cheng will have to step up his game if he wants this to be a real courtship and his mind starts to whir with all the possible gifts he could give Nie Mingjue.

At least right until he feels Nie Mingjue’s lips against the crown of his head and then he doesn’t think much about anything for a while.

He’ll have to come back to the gift later. 

Link to my ko-fi

[thisismysecondrodeo]

I love your wedding blurb so much BUT what about the angst of the roles being reversed? Ted is panicking and Roy or beard come to tell Keeley to let you know cause they don’t know what to do. When you do finally make it to him:

“Ted, honey what’s wrong? Do you… not want to get married? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Oh I don’t have any doubts about marrying you, of course. You’re the only thing I’m sure of most days. But I won’t lie to you darlin’ I am a tad bit nervous about being a husband again because I wasn’t all that good at it the first time.”

AN: Thank you for this request!! Now that I've finished Twitter Famous I have time to catch up on requests haha I think it turned out a little angstier than the first fic but I really liked this idea!

Rating: General

Tags: Keeley Jones, Coach Beard, Romance, Fluff, Weddings, Light Angst, Panic Attack, Happy Ending Wedding Day (OG) | Fic Masterlist

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Ted wiggled his hips, dancing as usual to Easy Lover as he buttoned his suit pants and tried his hardest not to think. He had been looking forward to this day for an entire year since he popped the question and now that it was here he wasn’t less excited, but if he thought too hard…well, he didn’t want to think about thinking either. He wanted to get dressed and walk down the aisle and greet you with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes and he absolutely did not want to think. 

But as he tied his tie, his hands shook and his temples were sweaty and, shoot, he definitely didn’t want to have to change shirts even though he did have extras. He thought he was making good time, he thought he was totally calm, but all of a sudden he was on the floor. He didn’t know how he got there, but his back was pressed to the wall and Beard was in front of him, and Roy was in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed, which generally wasn’t a huge concern because Roy kind of always looked like that, but now he was self-conscious. 

“I’m, uh, my shirt,” Ted tried to say but it was a hoarse whisper and Beard wasn’t sure what he was actually attempting to communicate. “God, and my hair! I just—” 

Beard was doing his best but he was at a bit of a loss and Roy, ever the stoic, was certainly no use. “Go tell Keeley to get Y/N,” Beard said, his voice quiet to try to not send Ted further into his panic, but the other man didn’t even seem to notice. 

“But they shouldn’t see each other, I tho—”

Beard wanted to yell at Roy, wanted to point at Ted and ask, “do you really think that matters right now?” But he just fixed him with a withering look and Roy scrambled to obey. 

-

Keeley tapped lightly on the door where you were getting ready. You were glad everyone was staying on-site at the venue because it made it easy to relax as you did your own hair and makeup. You didn’t have to worry about leaving at a particular time and it was ultimately comforting to know Ted was well within reach, even though you hadn’t seen him in 24 hours. 

“Yeah, come in!” 

Keeley peeked around the corner and where you expected a gleeful grin and squeal the woman’s face was set and grim. “Ted’shavingapanicattackandwethinkyoushouldgoseehim,” Keeley said in a singular breath and you only caught “Ted” and “panic attack” but that was enough to get your pulse thundering. You stood up, throwing a silky white dressing gown over your tank top and shorts that had been a gift from Rebecca at your bachelorette party. 

“Take me to him.” 

By the time you made it to Ted’s suite, he was up and drinking water and looking a little rumpled and tired but generally okay and God, you loved him. Roy and Beard looked to you immediately as Keeley let you in the room, but you had eyes only for Ted and you knew you loved him more than he did yesterday and yet less than you would tomorrow. Ted finally noticed you and turned, his one loose tendril falling into his eyes and a frustrated look on his face. 

“Y/N you didn’t have to come, I told them I was fine—”

You ignored his protests, nodding at Beard and Ted and hooking your thumb at the door, and they quickly took the hint. As soon as the door shut, you took Ted’s hands in your own, running your thumbs over his knuckles. 

“Baby, I love you so much. More than I even have words for right now, but it’s okay if you don’t want to get married. I don’t want you to send yourself into a tizzy over that,” you meant it, you’d love him forever no matter what happened, but just saying the words brought tears to your eyes. 

“Honey, honey, of course I want to marry you! Don’t you doubt that for a single second, darlin’ I’m so sorry for scarin’ ya. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and on most days you’re the only thing I’m sure of. I, uh, I guess I was just in here gettin’ ready and I realized that I was about to be a husband again…and I don’t know how good I was at that the first time.” 

You tugged Ted toward the bed in the center of the room, your back against the headboard, and pulled your future husband to rest against your chest. You rocked him gently, your hands wrapped around him and pressing into his chest. “Don’t you apologize for scaring me. I’m sorry you’re scared. But I don’t believe in ‘good husbands.’” 

You felt Ted tense in your arms and you tightened your grasp, pressing a kiss to the graying temples you loved so much. “Here me out,” you chuckled, “I don’t believe in ‘good husbands.’ I believe in two people that love each other committing to filing their taxes together forever.” Ted laughed lightly, relaxing into your hold. “I believe in taking turns doing the dishes and going to sleep angry if it means still sleeping in your arms. I believe people that love each other aren’t good husbands and good wives, they’re just good people. And, my love, you're the best person I know.” 

Ted hummed, surreptitiously wiping his eyes and covering his emotion with a cough, but he knew that you knew you’d gotten through to him. 

“You know what,” Ted said, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on your open palm. “I believe you’re right.” 

“See, that’ll get you halfway there already,” you teased, kissing his ear and neck and he tilted his head to give you more space. You grinned, “I believe this part comes later. After I commit to living happily ever after with the love of my life.” 

Ted groaned playfully, but sat up and pulled you with him, “well we oughta get to gettin’ then, shouldn’t we?”

<- Wedding Day OG

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Jaehyun ✧ Someday

✧ NCT Jaehyun x reader ✧ words: ~1.8k ✧ genre: fluff, friends to lovers ✧ warnings: suggestive (?) ✧ prompts: smiling in-between kisses + “let’s just kiss to see what it’s like,” then pulling away, lingering, going in for the second kiss (from this list)

(requested)

It’s a Friday evening, and in order to escape the summer heat and boredom, you decided to drop by Jaehyun’s place. You’ve been friends since high school, and even now, long after you both graduated, you still meet up frequently. 

You’re sitting on the floor in front of the fan in his room, letting the cool air blow in your face and sometimes you move closer to the fan to throw unintelligible syllables into the flow of air, letting the blades distort the sounds. Time and time again, you earn a chuckle from your friend for your mindless behavior, and you sometimes throw him a glare over your shoulder to make sure he’s laughing with you, and not at you. And everytime you do so, you find that look on his face that tells you he couldn’t possibly have bad intentions, he’s just genuinely amused because of your actions.

“You really came here just to do that?” he eventually asks, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Pff, like you’re doing anything meaningful?” you counter, pointing your chin at the phone in his hands. “We’re supposed to enjoy summer break, and what better way than to do absolutely nothing?”

“I’m not doing nothing,” he says as he shows you the screen of his phone and you have to squint to make out literally anything.

“A webtoon?” you guess after thinking you’re recognizing panels and speech bubbles.

“A friend recommended this… but I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“Why?” You consider your interest piqued and you leave the cooling fan behind to scoot closer to him on the floor. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t identify with the main character, I guess?” he explains and scrolls back up to give you an overview of the chapter. You try to scan as much of the story as you can catch, and finally the scrolling stops at a kiss scene. You immediately grin at your friend.

“Is this why? Because you don’t have a girlfriend?” you tease him, but as if he was oblivious to it, his expression remains serious.

“Maybe, yeah. It’s been a while so… it’s hard to remember the feeling,” he says. You think back to the time he had his last relationship. The face of the girl he dated back then pops up in your mind. You’d think by now you could let the memories just be memories, but even after so much time has passed you feel angry at her for dumping him back then. Even Jaehyun himself must be long over her, but somehow you still can’t let the things that happened rest.

“Y/N?” he calls out to you, as you’re not responding, and your train of thought cuts off.

“Well I can remind you,” you suddenly blurt out without thinking, and only when Jaehyun raises his eyebrows in shock do you realize what you just said. “I mean-” He lets out a laugh.

“We’re friends, Y/N,” he utters. “Won’t it be awkward if we do that?”

“I-I mean… we can just… see what it’s like?” you stammer. “But you’re probably right. We’re just friends, so it won’t feel like kissing a partner.” Jaehyun shoots you a smile and turns his attention back to his phone - apparently he took that as you telling him you don’t want to do it. But now that you’re thinking about it, a part of you is certainly curious what it would feel like to kiss him. 

So you keep staring at his lips, until he finally looks back up at you. Again, he lets out a slightly awkward laugh.

“What?”

“Let’s kiss.” He’s not as surprised as just earlier, and wordlessly he accepts your invitation by cupping your face with one hand and leaning in, pressing a short peck on your lips.

“That was kinda lame,” you mutter, as you’re starting to feel butterflies running wild in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating up, and in order to hide your blush you simply go in for another kiss, this time moving your lips against his properly. You keep kissing like that for a while, losing complete track of time, and when you register that he’s fallen into your rhythm and is kissing you back with as much care as possible, you start smiling involuntarily.

“Hey…” he mutters, trying to sound like he’s scolding you, but he too has a huge grin on his face. “I can’t kiss you properly if you smile like that.” You pull back a bit to look at his expression properly, and when you find yourself getting lost in his gaze you begin to realize how many emotions your friend just made you feel all at once.

“Well,” you speak and look away to keep yourself from starting to panic about this. “I think you should remember how it feels now, no?” Jaehyun remains silent for a while, and you only relax a bit when you can’t feel his stare glued to your frame anymore. He directs his attention to the webtoon on his phone again and answers.

“I think so, yeah,” he responds, hesitation reflecting in his voice. As you dare to glance over at him, you’re starting to get the feeling that he didn’t want to stop. And a part of you didn’t want to either, but there’s a voice at the back of your head telling you that you’re friends, and you can’t just make out with a friend. However, the longer you keep watching him as he tries to go back to reading the comic, the more thoughts start racing through your head. You just kissed one of your best friends, and somehow it didn’t feel awkward at all. Quite the opposite - you enjoyed it. Upon admitting that, another inner conflict arises within you, until your thoughts suddenly return to him and the girl he broke up with several months ago. You remember how protective you were of him whenever they fought, whether it was really all her fault or not, and you recall how conflicted you felt when she finally broke up with him. And now you’re here, wondering if maybe the reason why you felt like that wasn’t solely because of your close friendship, but because maybe you had feelings for him too for all this time. 

“Jaehyun,” you call out to him and he turns his head to look at you. However, when his eyes meet yours, you don’t know what to say to him. “I…” you hesitate, and then eventually propose, “Do you wanna do that again?” He raises his eyebrows at you now, and when his surprised expression turns into a smile his dimples show. Your heart skips a beat and all at once everything seems to make a little more sense.

“What? You mean… kiss again?”

“Yeah…” The guy sitting on the floor next to you keeps smiling, and you’re nervous to hear his answer. Will he think you’re weird? Will he laugh it off?

You watch as Jaehyun puts his phone aside and comes closer. You hold your breath as he brings his hand up to your cheek and you can feel your quickened pulse all throughout your body. Just before your lips touch, you shut your eyes tightly, and as soon as you can feel him kissing you, you find yourself relaxing. Your hand finds his wrist, holding onto it loosely, as you kiss him back, and eventually he runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you in closer by the back of your neck.

“You were missing this too, didn’t you?” he mutters in between kisses. A flash of your last relationship passes you by in front of your inner eye, but as soon as you feel Jaehyun’s lips on yours again, your head becomes empty and the thought is long gone. 

“I guess,” you whisper into the kiss, not finding it in you to interrupt what you’re doing in order to tell him the truth. Instead, you smash your lips against his again fast, filling the silence with the rustling of clothes as you dig your fingers into his shirt, and small moans to tell him not to stop what he’s doing. Your open mouthed kisses turn more passionate, and eventually you allow him to gently push you backwards onto the floor, with him now hovering above you. As you part for air, you dare to open your eyes, and you find an intense expression in his pupils, one that you haven’t seen from him before. You feel him wrapping his hands around your wrists, and when he pins them down on the floor above your head a rush of adrenaline clouds your vision. You barely register him leaning in to connect his lips to yours, but his demanding kiss makes you moan as you push your chest up and towards him, suddenly overcome with the urge to feel him everywhere. You try and fail to free yourself from his hold, and it frustrates you that you can’t throw your hands around his shoulders or run your nails down his back, and so you pour that frustration into the kiss. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, luring a sigh from his mouth, and when you let go, you can feel his warm breath on your skin. Pressing his hips down on yours to keep you in place, he finally lets go of your wrists and instead brings one hand to the back of your head as he leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck. You don’t let the chance slip away to run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the short strands as he nips at the sensitive skin at the side of your throat. He makes his way back up eventually, placing another kiss on your mouth, but as you slow down with returning the kiss, his movements become more gentle as well.

“Jaehyun…” you say his name, still breathless from making out with him. Again, you’re not sure what to follow that up with, so you simply look at him, hoping he would somehow be able to read your mood anyway.

“That’s enough?” he asks as he rolls onto his side, depriving you of his weight on top of you. You nod, as you let your fingertips travel from his head down his arm and eventually resting your hand on top of his. You don’t dare to break off the connection to him that you feel right now, not wanting him to think this meant nothing to you. You merely don’t want to cross any more lines without him knowing how you truly feel. Wordlessly, he wraps his arms loosely around your body, letting his head sink to the floor while keeping you close to him.

You think to yourself that you should probably tell him about your feelings. However, as you two keep staring at the ceiling in his room, the fan blowing cool air your way, you become hesitant to talk. You glance over at his face, and you’re relieved when you find no hint of discomfort in his expression whatsoever. Maybe, you think to yourself, it’s enough if I tell him someday.

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[an audio file, a recording from a radio show!

GOOOOOD Afternoon Hoenn and whoever listens in! Back with battles, back with tension, this is 99.9 FM Battleradio Hoenn! We are waiting for our Reporters to come in from Fortree City where a tournament is held for the Fireleaf Festival!

That’s right! We are here waiting for the very first battle to begin for the “Battles under the Big Tree” Tournament! My name is Thomas Lorraine and Melanie Shuckle is here with me reporting LIVE from the event! The first round is about to start and we see two almost monotype-teams already on the field!

Thanks Tom! Yes, indeed a Monotype Flying Team from Camper Terrell who is here, defending the Fortree City Gyms honour against Trainer Tix, a foreign trainer coming here all the way from Unova! They even participated in the Bake of yesterday and won 2nd prize! And now they try their skill in the tournament with an ALMOST mono-poison type team! Only their Rotom is the odd one out!

Now, Mel, lets summarize the matchup before the fight begins! Since you already mentioned the Rotom, let’s complete Tix team: We have: Toxicroak, Toxtricity, Clodsire, Crobat and Scolipede! I think it’s worth mentioning that Rotom is in its Heat-Form! Maybe even possessing Tix own oven?

Tom you clown! Anyways, Terrell is bringing his well-known Taillow and Swellow into the fight who are his aces in the gym! But he’s got them well supported by Skarmory, Dodrio, Fearow and a Noivern! Tom, what do you think about this matchup?

Well, Monotype Teams are usually easier to assess, and i think that’s the case here! While Flying and Poison Type usually have a neutral matchup, i think Tix has clearly the upper hand here! TWO electric types are already a HUGE boost for them and the fact that Rotom is in its Heat-Form will give another edge, especially against Skarmory who is immune to the Poison-STAB-moves. On the other hand, i do not see many type-based advantages on Terrells side!

Tom, i think i can’t actually add a lot to this! Let’s hope Terrell won’t be shut down too hard by this unfortunate Matchup! Oh- We are not bad with our timing, they are recalling their Pokémon and the referee is counting down to begin the battle!

There we go Mel! The Lead we are seeing is certainly interesting! I’m not sure if Tix meant to send out Toxicroak first, but Skarmory was an expected lead from Terrell!

Well, if Skarmory is trying to set up Entry-Hazards, Toxicroak might become a dangerous opponent, and we have no knowledge of his moveset yet! Oh and Tix is bold and just goes for the Swords Dance! Will they be punished or is Terrell going for the obvious Spikes?

NO Mel, he is not! An offensive Brave Bird Attack immediately OHKO’s Toxicroak that is NOT a good first round for Tix! But if i’m honest i didn’t expect Toxicroak to do much in this matchup anyways! What will we see now?

An interesting move from Tix to say the least! That is Crobat! What do they hope to do against Skarmory with Crobat Tom?

I have no idea Melanie, but what will Skarmory do against Crobat either? NOTHING it would seem! Terrell switches out! That is… Dodrio! Dodrio is coming in! AND WHAT IS THIS? Crobat uses Tailwind, very clever! You see, Terrells Team is very fast while Tix has barely any fast threats! And while we see Dodrio set up a Swords Dance just like Toxicroak, Tix switches again! This time Toxtricity comes in!

Tom, i think the battle is turning quickly! Toxtricity is VERY fast now and those Electric Type Moves will do a LOT of work here!

Yes Mel, i think Terrell just lost his composure! He is Staring in disbelief, his Dodrio just got absolutely DESTROYED by that Toxtricity! That was an Overdrive and Tix just drove over Terrells plans i think!

Tom, please don’t make any more puns today. Anyways, Terrell wouldn’t be a Gym Trainer if that would be the end of the battle already! He sends in his Noivern! Yes, i think that’s the only viable play here since it is not vulnerable to the Overdrive like the others.

MELANIE did you see that? Toxtricity does not care at all! She is just standing there, MENACINGLY! Playing Music, and breaking into a solo to release another Overdrive! And it is simply too much for Noivern, Terrell is in real trouble right now! His Noivern went down so fast!

Tom, it’s not looking good for the Fortree Gym here! Terrell sends out his Fearow, but i’m not sure what his plan is!

Mel, i have to say i think he’s not sure either! Because we are seeing a real quick battle here! Fearow comes out of her ball and immediately drops down as well! Terrell has only three Pokémon left, and all three are not well equipped to deal with Toxtricity!

Yes, yes you are right! His next choice is Swellow it seems! Or is it Taillow? No! No, it is Swellow!

Yes, that is Swellow indeed, but it seems Crobats Tailwind from earlier has subsided and Toxtricity has lost a bit of her speed! At least, ouch my ears! That was a Boomburst from Swellow. I think Toxtricity felt that too, but it is NOT enough to knock her out! instead, that’s it for Swellow, fainting from one more Overdrive!

There it is! That is Taillow now! I think Terrell has accepted that he will be defeated? Maybe? I’m not sure, that Taillow has trouble a few Gym challengers in the past!

Yes Mel, and Terrell has not given up yet it seems! Taillow is quick on the move and that is a very quick move by the little bird! Is that a Brave Bird? Or was it a Façade, i can’t quite tell!

It does not matter Tom, it was not enough to take out Toxtricity, and there goes Taillow! Oh my arc, a sweep to open the Tournament like that!

Don’t say that yet Mel, Terrell still has his Skarmory and he is sending it out right- OH MY ARC MEL! NEVERMIND THAT, THIS OVERDRIVE WAS SO FAST! AND IT KNOCKED SKARMORY CLEAN OUTTA THE SKY! WE HAVE OUR FIRST WINNER!

YES! YES WE DO! IT IS TRAINER TIX FROM UNOVA! WHAT CAN BE SAID TO-

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