#lua's drabbles!

[lulualuana]

Overworking

i literally put off writing for like ages and a half if i can, but id want more ideas, someone suggest something that's so good I just have to write it in one sitting plss

wc: 862

cw: high libido! reader and older bf! Leon bc older leon plague, porn no plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), multiple creampies, overstimulation on both ends, dumbification, dacryphilia (yall know i like my crying), aftercare, not proofread (sue me), i think that's it

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Leon was getting on in his years, his friends around him knew it and he knew it, and he was okay with it. The one thing that really reminded him of it was you, his young and very pretty girlfriend who just so happened to have the libido of a frat boy on steroids.

You couldn't go one day without something to sate you, whether that be bouncing on Leon's dick until your eyes crossed, having his fingers buried as deep as they'll go and then some, or even your own when he was too busy or tired to help you out. It's not like he had a problem with it, really. He got his rocks off, you got your rocks off, and you were both happy together. Sometimes though, your resilience scared him..

Leon’s hands gripped your hips harshly, his nails creating crescent moons on your skin sure to discolor later. The contact with your skin was the only thing grounding him as you steadily bounced on his dick, his chest rising and falling with quick, shuddering breaths as if to compensate for the pace. “S-sweetheart, baby.. Don’t you t-think we could-fuck-use a break?” He asked, biting down the urge to pathetically whimper. 

It was early in the afternoon on some random Saturday when you had come to talk to Leon, seating yourself right down on his lap and getting all nice and comfortable. The brief talk led to your lips slotted against his, and eventually to you sinking down onto his dick with a string of pleased curses. 

This was nowhere out of the ordinary, if not for the fact that you just kept going. After an orgasm from the both of you, you had simply just kept moving, working yourself and him through overstimulation and into another orgasm and then some. He’s all but praying at this point that you’ll give his poor old dick a break and sit still. He can’t work it like he used to. 

You shake your head in response to Leon, barely even thinking as you lift and sink your hips onto his, your legs shaking and aching from the constant strain. “I c-can’t.. I want more,” you stutter, rendered a little more than mindfucked from the sensations. It’s a little hard to think when all of your attention is put into how good it feels to have Leon’s cock stuffing in and out of you, his cum burning deep inside you and leaving you wanting more and more. 

You felt like an addict for it. The burning stretch of his cock sinking into you, the way your stomach would warm and your pussy would clench around him when you got close, the look of bliss that softened his face and the warmth of his cum as it settled deep inside you. It felt wrong to go without something that felt so damn good in so many ways. 

It was what kept you going through the burn in your thighs, through the borderline painful clenches around his dick as it dragged against your insides, through the tears building in your eyes as sensation burned through thought in your mind. You wanted nothing else except more, and that meant terrible things for Leon. It probably didn’t help that you were ovulating too.. 

“One-one more, please? Fuck.. just one more, I’ll be good..” You babble, a hiccupy sob passing your lips as your head ducks, tears stain Leon’s shirt where they fall as your pace stutters, the ache in your hips catching up to you just as fast as another orgasm did. It’s sickening how much that turns on Leon, the sight of you, all pretty shudders and tears as you try desperately to fuck yourself on his dick, one hand rubbing your sensitive clit enough to pull more sobs from you. 

“O-One more..” His legs are shaking just as much as yours as he helps you, rutting his hips up and pushing your hips down until you're choking on sobs with every thrust. Any words you were speaking turns into a mess, matching the state of your brain as a familiar warmth spreads across your body. You’re coming before you can even call it, doubling over in Leon’s arms and shaking, sobbing and babbling something incomprehensible into his shoulder as he follows, his body twitching right alongside yours as he spills into you. Lord knows what number you were on now.

It takes a lot of soothing for you to return to a proper state of thinking. A long while spent still with soothing murmurs and kisses, a gentle massage in the shower and then a warm bath after, cuddling in bed after. He does everything in his power to make sure you’re both comfortable after all of that. 

“I don’t ever want to go for that long ever again..” You mumble somewhere in between sleep and consciousness, listening to Leon’s steady heartbeat and the chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “Yeah, that was a little hellish, even for you, sweetheart.” You huff a little laugh at that and nod slowly, falling further into sleep. “Just wait until the next time I’m ovulating..” 

Oh boy. 

~~~

need to overwork that old man

[seokmn]

︵⠀THE GLOSS ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── it turns out dongmin really is the perfect boyfriend to test makeup on at the store.

pairing: dongmin x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: reader wears makeup lua's note: saw this tweet and had to do something about it..

ᯓ★ "so baby, put your lips on me"

To you, Dongmin was the best boyfriend ever for countless reasons, one of them being his enthusiasm and interest for anything that you seemed to like.

 With that being said, your dates at the mall were like heaven to you: you could stop at any store you wanted to and spend how much time you wanted without him rushing you.

 After taking a little break to eat and sit down a little bit, you took your lipstick from your purse to reapply it and let out a sigh when you opened its cap.

 “I'm running out of my favorite lipstick...” You pouted.

 “That’s okay,” Dongmin took his phone, opened the camera app and held the phone in your direction so you could use it as a mirror. “We’re already here, so let’s go to a makeup store and buy you a new one.”

 You glanced at him before concentrating on reapplying your lipstick and held back the urge to smile at his words.

 “Thank you,” you leaned back and pressed your lips together a few times before putting the makeup product back on your purse. “Now you got me all excited, can we go to the store now?”

 With a chuckle, Dongmin put his phone back in his pocket, stood up from his seat and reached out for your hand.

 “Let’s get going.”

 Once you reached the makeup store, you went straight to the lipstick’s brand aisle (after taking a look at products you weren’t even interested in buying on the way) and looked for the shade.

 “No way,” you gasped and Dongmin’s eyes flickered between the countless lipsticks on sale and your face, his brows raised in surprise at the gasp and curiosity. “This is the last one from my shade! I’m so lucky!”

 The boy’s curious face turned into a bright one as he laughed.

 “It’s like it was waiting for you!”

 “Who said it wasn’t?” You winked and then looked around. “You know.. I also need a new gloss…”

 “Oh yeah? Any gloss in mind?”

 You pressed your lips together and slowly shook your head. Dongmin let out a soft sigh in response and ran his fingers through his hair.

 “So I guess it’s going to take a little while, isn’t it?”

 “No, never.”

 Dongmin looked at you with a skeptical look on his face and you smiled shyly.

 “Okay, maybe just a liiiiiiittle bit”

 “Alright, as long as we still have time to go take a look at new shoes, you can take how much time you need.”

 Your smile lightened up as you started to walk away from that spot, taking a look at every product on the shelf and trying to find the gloss.

 Dongmin followed you right behind, watching you and also paying attention to the glosses, pointing at some and saying how they would look pretty on you, or how they would match with one of the lip combos you like to do. There was only one of them that made you agree with his statement and ask him to take it for you, while the others just made you give him a knowing look, which he would always reply to with the same i take it back look while putting his hands up in surrender.

 “Alright, we have 3 options, so you know what time it is, right?”

 “Test time!” Dongmin smiled.

 He was already used to watching you test the products on your hand or wrist, so he just stood still and watched you take a cotton pad and a disposable brush and apply some of the gloss on it. However, his eyes widened open when you started to apply it on his lips.

 “What- what are you doing?” He said without moving his lips too much, not wanting to make you mess up and scolding him for speaking while you were applying makeup on him.

 “Test time,” you focused on your task, your tongue sticking out in concentration. “Alright, look at the mirror and tell me what you think.”

 Dongmin looked at himself in the mirror and hummed.

 “I guess it’s fine, I don’t know too much about makeup, love. All I can say is that it’s pretty.”

 “Does it taste good?”

 He licked his shiny lips and frowned as soon as the taste touched his tongue. His hands immediately found their way to the cotton pad on your hands and wiped the product off his lips.

 “Tastes like shit.”

 “Really? I thought it’d taste good… Then let’s try this one.”

 He watched you take another disposable brush and apply another gloss on it.

 “Why am I being the model this time?” He asked while you applied the gloss on his lips once again. “I mean, I don’t mind at all, but I’m curious because I was never the model before.”

 “Because we’re talking about something that you’ll be also using if we think about it. What’s the point of using a pretty gloss if my boyfriend won’t like to kiss me while I’m wearing it?”

 Dongmin smiled at your thoughtful action and pouted in a teasing way.

 “Then go ahead, your model is more than ready.”

 “Silly,” you laughed and smacked his arm in a playful way. “Tell me about this one.”

 He looked at himself in the mirror, his expression dead serious while he pressed his lips against each other and licked them.

 “It’s a pretty color, the glitter on it is not too much, but also not too little, and it tastes good,” he pressed his lips once again. “But it feels tacky.”

 “Damn, you’re not just a model anymore,” you took a cotton pad and gave it to him. “You’re an analyst.”

 “You gave me a very serious task,” he wiped the gloss off. “So I have to do it properly, right? Let’s go, time for the last one.”

 “All righty,” you repeated the same process and started to apply the last option on him. “You have such pretty lips, love.”

 “Don’t make me blush here…”

 “I mean it, I always get myself staring at them wishing you’d apply super glue on them and kiss me, so we would always have your lips pressed together.”

 “Weirdo,” he laughed and tried to brush off the fact that he blushed by looking in the mirror before you tell him to. He did the same thing as before, checked his lips in the mirror very carefully, pressed his lips against each other and groaned when he licked them. “This is the one. It doesn’t have too much glitter, the color is pretty and subtle and the taste…” He licked his lips again. “The taste is amazing, something out of this world.”

 “Really?”

 “Yes! Here, taste it,” he pecked your lips and smiled when you leaned back with surprise all over your face. “C’mon, taste it.”

 You hesitantly licked your lips, still trying to process your boyfriend’s sudden action, but that was soon replaced in your mind with how good the gloss tasted.

 “Oh my god it’s so good.”

 “I told you!”

 “They shouldn’t make such a tasty gloss, I might eat it instead of actually using it,” you looked at yourself in the mirror to check how the gloss looked on you. “And it looks good on me! You’re right, Dongminnie, this is the one.”

 Your boyfriend took two of the picked gloss and also the lipstick you were holding.

 “Let’s pay for these.”

 “Wait.. Why two of them?”

 “Because I have the feeling you’ll be running out of it sooner than you expected.”

[sunnylua]

First time, kinda nervous. | Nanami Kento

Warnings suggestive, just making out for the first time, and uh dry humping… nsfw

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It was only normal for couples to kiss, share their affection through soft lips. So Nanami knew it was natural for him wanting to kiss you. Even if your relationship was recent, he had the urge to show affection breaking his normal cold demeanor.

Your first kiss came out to be a small peck on the lips while watching a movie at your place. You two had been talking and one thing led to another, your face ended up being too close and you couldn’t help but to press a small kiss on his lips.

Nanami was very shy at first, not wanting to push you into kissing him, not a peck, but a real kiss. One that lasted a bit more than 5 seconds. He didn’t know if it was something to talk about or something that naturally happened.

So when he actually decided it was time, he didn’t pull away from the peck he started, he stayed like that for a few more than 5 seconds. Maybe 12? His lips weren’t really moving so you pulled away with a slight blush.

It was awkward at first but you kind of read his mind and pulled him into another kiss, this time with your hands on the back of his neck and his moved almost instantly to your waist.

You started moving your lips slowly and he caught up with you. It was a bit uncoordinated at first and a little messy when your teeth accidentally crashed, but you didn’t pull away.

His bottom lip between yours as he attempted to kiss your top lip. You chuckled at the feeling, it was definitely nice.

So you kept doing it for some time until you became used to the feeling of his lips. So days went by and this was normal now.

But Kento wanted more. More than just a cute little kiss. And you did too.

While watching movies together you were wrapped up together with a blanket while lying down in your bed. His arm was around you pulling you closer with your head on his chest. His hand traced patterns on your arm while your eyes fluttered closed.

Before you fell asleep completely, you tilted your head up to see him. He looked down and pecked your lips. You smiled at him but you didn’t stop there.

You brought his face closer by cupping his cheek and crashed your lips together. What seemed like a normal kiss started turning into something a little more intimate.

When neither of you pulled away after a minute, you took the sign that this was probably going to be long. It seems like air was on your side, both of you breathing through your nose as your lips moved relentlessly.

His hands were everywhere while yours find their way to his neck. At this point you were on top of him, your chests pressed together and one of your legs between his.

His hands found their way to your hips and pulled you completely on top of him, now straddling his hips.

The kiss broke and he spoke, “is this okay?” His vous was breathy and it came almost like a whisper. He gazed at you with half lidded eyes to your flushed face.

You barely nodded when he had already pulled you in for another kiss, equally passionate as the other.

His tongue brushed your lower lip and you swore you saw stars. Your lips parted almost instinctively letting his tongue push through.

Kento’s hands slid under your shirt, cold hands making you shiver as they traveled down to the waistband of your pants. You gasped softly against his lips when his hands reached the back of your thighs, he grabbed them and pulled you closer.

He couldn’t get enough of you. It might’ve seem very touchy of him, but he didn’t care, he was blinded by the feeling of the moment and he just wanted more of you. He’d had enough of shying away, and it seemed like you did too.

You decided to test the waters and slowly moved your hips down on his. A subtle but intentional movement that made Kento’s brain go fuzzy. After a few other “subtle” movements, Kento finally grabbed your hips and guided them to grind on his.

The warmth between the two of you increased as both of your bodies rubbed against each other. You gasped softly into the kiss when you felt hun growing hard under you. You’ve been ignoring it for a while but you couldn’t help yourself any longer. The friction between you two felt amazing and you were afraid you were going to finish by just that.

Kento felt the same, he was holding back with all his willpower to not look pathetic and just come in that moment. His face was red, he felt sweaty but he couldn’t stop. Not when he had you on top of him, kissing him with so much intimacy, and how good your body moved against his.

You pulled away from the kiss hiding your face on his neck, you didn’t stop moving your hips and he didn’t stop guiding you.

It would be a long night.

-

note: lmao I was embarrassed writing this. I cringed and cried, but I did my best writing this uh…. Whatever this is.

[lualuabestningdungie]

Try Again | C. Beomgyu

Pairing: exboyfriend! Beomgyu x gn!reader

Genre: slight angst, second chance, fluff at the end.

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety and stress, crying, might contain grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Lua’s note: hi loves :) welcome to another drabble. This time I’m here with a little bit of angst but with a happy ending 🫂 Hope you like it.

Try Again- Jaehyun, d.ear

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You wiped the sweat of your hands with your pants. You normally weren’t nervous like this, but today Beomgyu was coming to get some of his stuff from your once shared apartment. You both agreed that it would be better if you stayed with the apartment, since one of his friends offered to be roommates with him.

Your breakup was still recent, it has been 1 month since you decided that it would be better if you took different paths. Your heart still ached from this, but you knew that it was for the better. The both of you wanted different things and it wasn’t working very well.

But you missed him. Every day.

Thoughts of you talking again and fixing things were always on your mind. You knew that if you made an effort you could figure it out together. You just didn’t know how. You were both under a lot of stress, and even though you lived together, you barely had time for each other.

Your free days didn’t match, and school and jobs kept you both very busy. You weren’t there when you needed each other. So you thought that having a relationship at that moment wasn’t the best.

It hurt you that you couldn’t be there for him when he was feeling down, and he was hurting too when he couldn’t help you when you were stressed or felt anxious. You didn’t want to feel that pain anymore. But the breakup only made it worse for you.

You still cared about him. Everything in the apartment reminded you of him. Your bedroom where you used to be on your lazy days together, the living room where you always watched movies, the kitchen where Beomgyu prepared dinner for both of you.

Each day got harder for both of you. You were used to talk every day and be each other’s best friend. But now you woke up every morning without a good morning message, and went to bed without a good night message.

You were sitting in the living room, waiting for Beomgyu to come. You were slightly shaking because of anxiousness.

You suddenly heard knocking on the door, you assumed it was him. You took a deep breath and opened the door. He was standing there, he looked tired, his eyes were red and his eye has were very notorious. He smiled slightly.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Oh, hi.” You opened the door so he could come inside. “Uh, some of your things are still on our bedroom…” saying that phrase was very painful. Our bedroom. It wasn’t ‘ours’ anymore.

He nodded. “I have some cardboard boxes if you need some.” You offered, you actually didn’t want to be in the same room with him for so long because you knew you were going to break down.

“Thanks, I might actually need one.” He said trying not to look at you in the eye.

“I’ll go get it then, you can go ahead.” He nodded and made his room to what used to be his room.

Beomgyu entered the bedroom and felt the welcoming scent of your cinnamon candle that you lit up to feel more relaxed. He missed that. He missed relaxing in bed with you, and stay there for hours just hugging each other feeling safe in each other’s arms.

He gathered a few things. He was hesitant when he got to your closet. Beomgyu knew you still had some of his clothes. When he opened the closet he saw one of his hoodies neatly folded with your other clothes.

He sighed and took it. But when he grabbed it unfolded and something fell from it. It was a folded piece of paper, he knelt to the ground to pick it up, he was curious se he unfolded it.

It wasn’t just a piece of paper, it was a picture of the two of you. The picture was taken on your first date, were you went to a picnic but you chose a bad day because in the middle of the picnic it started raining heavily and you ended up drenched in water. The two of you picked your things quickly and ran to find a roof you could hide under. Once you found one you thought it was a good idea to take a picture and treasure it forever. Even though your date was ruined by the weather, you still had a great time with Beomgyu.

As he remembered all this, he sat cross legged on the floor. He hid his face in his hands and suddenly started sobbing. Hot tears filled his eyes and ran down to his hands.

He wished he could have another chance. Beomgyu knew that you could make things right again if you tried. He missed you every day since that day, there was not a day he didn’t thought of you.

You were about to enter to your room, but you heard faint sobs coming from the inside. You hesitantly placed your hand on the doorknob. Your heart broke more and more each time you heard Beomgyu sob. It was very weird for you to see or hear him cry. He usually never did even if he was feeling very bad.

You couldn’t resist anymore and you opened the door and saw him sitting on the floor with his face buried in his palms. You stepped closer and kneeled next to him, you pulled him closer to you and he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

Eventually you started crying too, the whole thing was making you hurt. And even though he was there beside you you couldn’t help but feel like you missed him as if he wasn’t there.

Beomgyu pulled away slowly after a few minutes. He wiped his tears and kept his gaze low. He was quiet for a few seconds but he broke the silence.

“I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you see me like this. I just couldn't help it when I saw that picture of us. I miss you so much.” He paused and looked up to meet your eyes. “I know we tried it before, but I can't imagine not having you in my life. Can we try again? I promise to do everything I can to make it work this time." His voice broke at the end of the sentence. His eyes were filled with hope and hurt.

You hugged him again. “I’ve missed you so much, Gyu.” His eyes filled with tears when you called him Gyu and hugged you tightly. “I want to be with you, I didn’t want this to happen.” You sobbed while talking, you were holding Beomgyu as if your life depended on it. And held you with the same emotion, he wasn’t going to let you go, not again. “Even if things didn’t go the way we wanted.”

“I want to try again.”

“We’ll be alright.”

-

[triple-moon-rp]

Harsh Wake Up Call

Starring Lua

TW: Implied Suicide/Suicidal Idealization, Meltdown

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On the outskirts of Pentagram City, lies a blissfully unconscious new sinner, unaware of the world around her. Until her eyes made of obsidian with ruby pupils faced the red sky open once more. Lua blinks once, twice, as awareness comes back to her. Lightning begins to crackle around her as her marred pale face turns completely black, obscuring the scowl on her face. Dark clouds and the sound of thunder surround her body. Her fingernails immediately find her scalp, digging in, and she wails.

“WHY?! Why am I AWAKE?!?! I should be DEAD! Why am I not DEAD?!?”

The sound of her screaming and repeating the same question is drowned out by the massive thunderstorm she created unconsciously. It lasts for about five minutes, dying down as she tries to calm herself after feeling dizzy. Her hands move to her face, pressing down, her knees press into her chest as she rocks back and forward while sitting on the dusty ground.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. Everything is fine, everything is fine,” she chants until her breathing becomes more regulated.

When her hands pull away from her face, it slowly turns back to white like watching a timelapse of the moon going into its full moon phase. Exhaustion permeates her small body as she tries to finish grounding herself to reality.

“I can feel… dirt, my skin, and hair… I smell… rain and… sulfur? I see… red sky? Mountains?” she laughs hollowly as she takes in her surroundings for the first time and stands, “Have I… Has it really been so long that I’ve forgotten what outside of my house looks like? No… There’s no destroyed debris, and I know I felt the roof collapse on me during that storm… Where…? Where am I?”

Her head turns towards the bustling city. Looks like a 10 minute walk from where she’s standing. Fuck, if this is a wizard of Oz bullshit situation, she’s going to punch someone. Not that she can throw a punch to save her life. Might as well start walking. No point in sitting around and waiting to possibly wake up.

The walk was probably the most exercise she’s gotten in a while, but she manages to keep pushing on. The moment she observes the forms of the Pentagram City’s denizens, her confusion compounds. If this was just a lucid dream, normally the moment she realizes, she’s able to wake up rather easily or control it in some way. However, the pain building in her calves tells her otherwise. That’s the only thing that feels real to her. There’s nothing human about the people walking around her. Some of them even look like the nightmare fuel she’d sketch back in highschool.

As much as she hated it, she needed to ask someone. Unfortunately, most ignored her and kept walking before she could utter a second syllable. Fifth try’s the charm, apparently. A sort of anthropomorphic lizard dressed in tattered clothes laying in the gutter answers her question.

“What’d ya think, toots?” he scoffs at her, earning a quiet rumble from Lua.

“If I had an idea, I wouldn’t be askin’... I dunno, could be the Goblin King’s Domain for all I know!”

He hiccups mid snicker, “I reckon you can call it that. Didja really miss the big ol’ neon sign sayin’ “Welcome to Hell”?”

There was a neon sign? If there was, she doesn’t recall seeing it. “Wait, you mean like, Hell from the New Testament or is it Hel from Norse mythology? So I am dead?” She supposes it makes sense if this isn’t some near-death dream she’s having.

He frog blinks and simply shrugs before resuming his drinking and self-pity.

“... Welp, thanks anyway,” she walks away once it became clear she wasn’t going to get any more useful information out of the drunkard.

There’s still so many questions she wants answers to, and her brain asking all of them at once isn’t helping. But the most significant one she needs to focus on is what is she going to do now? She wasn’t planning on there being an afterlife and she knows nothing about this place. Being forced to start completely over but with absolutely nothing and in an equally hostile, if not more, place? Just thinking about it feels overwhelming. Where does she even start? Where does she go? Should she make another attempt?

Lost in thought, mumbling to herself, she doesn’t even notice electrocuting some sinner trying to pickpocket her, let alone her new reflection in a passing window. It isn’t until she bumps into a pole that she’s knocked out of her little world. How embarrassing… but a flier pinned to that post catches her eye thanks to it. 

Hazbin Hotel… blah blah… Redemption… blah blah… Free room and board? Now that got her attention. Free is always affordable! Still, it could be a trick. How does she know this isn’t some weird cult about “salvation” or a lure to harvest organs from poor unfortunate souls? Better question: what does she really have to lose now? It seems as good of a starting place as any to find somewhere to sleep that isn’t the streets. She’ll just have to make sure to ask any and all questions about their goals and purpose, be firm on where she stands, and get the fuck out of there before it’s too late if it turns out sketchy. Now she just has to find the place… which may or may not require her to ask for assistance from the locals again… Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhh… Today’s going to be a long day.

[lelengerine]

hi hi! idk if anyone will see but just dropped by to say thank u for 400 🥹🩷🩷 i know this blog’s been on and off since i started it, but i’m thankful there’s still a bunch of people who like reading my works 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ it means a lot hehe

also if anyone of u guys want someone to talk to / become friends hit me up hehe i swear i dont bite 😭

[caxde]

Hey you! I loved the bright eyes request!! I’d love to request a next part where Eddie finally asks princess out and Lua calls you mommy as she heard it at school or daycare and her and Eddie talk about it? 🫣

Also sorry I’m a pain I just love your story so much! It’s my favorite

Hi babe! I'm sorry it took so long, I have been going through it. I hope you enjoy it!

bright eyes universe drabble ~2.1k girl!dad eddie

“Careful Lu, let dada flip it.” He whispered as he grabbed the plastic spatula away from her hand. 

Her curious eyes followed every move he made, watching closely and in awe as he rapidly flipped the chocolate chip pancake they had made together. 

They had snuck into your trailer with everything prepared, pancake mix in one of those old reused glass jars. He got that new habit from you and your pantry. 

Lua kept giggling at the idea of waking you up. Her cheeks became rosier by the second as her eyes squinted. She had a hard time controlling her excitement given has she had only joked about wanting to wake you up, lucky for her her indulgent dad had the same idea. 

She climbed down the chair she used to see what Eddie cooked -he had a new habit, talking her through every process, trying to get her to talk more, better, longer sentences- and given that he was pouring more mix into the buttered pan he was too focused to stop her. He figured she’d sit on the floor as she usually did. 

Lua had other ideas in her head, she found her way to your bedroom door. A light push was enough for it to open and the little giggles became a chuckling that made you toss in your bed, now that you laid half awake. 

Her tiny footsteps found the side you were sleeping and a koi smile appeared on your lips as you realised what was happening. As soon as you felt the pressure on the mattress and her whispered grunting of her effort to climb your bed you knew you had to wrap her under your sheets. 

So you did, your eyes halved open as you saw her big and wide smile. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl upwards. Her hair looked exactly as Eddie’s did when he had a long night of just dreaming and tossing, a tangled perfected mess. You let out a small “AH” before opening your arms as you held your duvet, pulling it down in a swift motion, trapping her inside while she jumped to hug you. 

The small giggles and screams made Eddie rush to your room, finding the scene he found both endearing and magical. The warm morning light creeping into your room illuminates your bedroom in a way that makes it seem like it was already a warm and special memory. He stood there for a second by the threshold crossing his arms as he saw you both emerge from under the covers, he could help but shake his head in disbelief from how lucky he felt. 

You made eye contact with him briefly as Lua continued blabbering her good mornings and her excited questions and he mouthed a soft “morning” he caught you blushing before you mouthed back a soft “good”. 

He walked back to the kitchenaid with a different rhythm, a happier and more awake one. 

-

You waited in the car while he dropped Lua off into kindergarten, watching with a shy smile at the idealistic picture and the four hugs and six forehead kisses of reassurance Lua had needed before going inside the classroom. 

You laughed quietly to yourself as you waited for him to come back, seeing how an excited grin appeared on his face as he found his way back to you. 

“Hi” Eddie muttered as soon as he opened the door, sitting back in the driver seat. His head reached for yours so your lips could meet properly. 

A sweet and short kiss laid at the top of your lips. 

“Hi” You whispered back, feeling that familiar flush in your cheeks as that lucky feeling invaded your body once again. 

“So, what do you want to do?” He asked as he started the car, it caught you by surprise if you were honest, he could tell by the way your lips pressed together. 

“I thought you had work?” You half asked. You were the one that needed reassurance now. 

“Not until lunch.” He said nonchalantly, his right hand finding your thigh, stroking it softly and absentmindedly. 

“Wade’s doing the pick up then?” You followed as he started to drive, not sure where to go yet. 

“Shit.” He muttered as realisation hit. 

He looked at you with a horrified look. You knew in that instance he was starting to panic, he was starting to feel bad about himself, his mind telling him all sort of horrible and despicable things he would never dare to speak aloud. 

“Do you want me to…?” The space between his eyebrows where a wrinkle was relaxed suddenly. You simply smiled back, your hand petting his that still laid on top of your thigh. 

“You don’t have to…” You shook your head as soon as he said it. 

“It doesn’t bother me, Moon.” His hand tangled with yours. You saw him blushing at the softness of your tone. 

“I know it doesn’t… I just don’t want you to feel like you have to fix my fuck ups” He tried to explain as his eyes left the road to look at yours. 

“But I like fixing your fuck ups” You chirped back with a sweet sing-song voice that made him earnestly smile. “I also like you” You add just so you could see him blush a bit. 

“Idiot” Eddie whispered through his teeth, smiling wide at the sound of your words. 

“Your idiot.” 

“Yeah, lucky me.” He left a kiss on the back of your palm as he continued to drive aimlessly, singing along to the songs on the radio with you. 

Truthful bliss was felt once the two of you were together. 

-

You did feel nervous, yet again, it would be weird if you didn’t feel it. Everyone around you was older and they all seemed to have their life figured all out. You clocked a pattern -as you usually did when you were feeling a bit too anxious- those of them that seemed more uptight, blonder and with cleaner clothes seemed to take an effort so they could stay out of your way. Yet the ones that were a bit more tired, with wilder hair and kinder smiles dedicated soft  nods and smiles to your direction. 

It was a weird reassurance.

The blue door opened and with it the soft chatter and spontaneous giggles and scream from toddlers invaded the previously quiet street. You waited for the eager parents to rush through the door, you knew you had to introduce yourself to the teacher, even if Eddie had called in advance and explained to them that you were picking her daughter, it still invaded you with a sense of nervousness, your heart beating louder in your chest. 

You found your way, a few steps away from the door as a shy Lua emerged, holding hands with a young girl, a couple years older than you at best. You let your knees touch the ground as you open your arms, she rushed to hold you with an excited giggle. 

“Hi bug! You had a good day?” You asked as you embraced her, picking her up from the ground, her backpack hanging off her, way too big for her. 

“Yeah!” She hid her head on your chest as she continued to chuckle, excited by your presence. 

“So… You’re Lua’s mom?” The teacher asked. 

Your eyes widened, as shock invaded your body. You started to shake your head profusely as you rocked Lua whose head poked out once she heard her name. Mom is a word that you hadn’t discussed or introduced. Not since you did accidentally met her actual mother, and yet the word has only been discussed out of earshot from her, between you and Eddie in hushed voices and wet eyes. 

“No, no… Uh, I'm Eddie’s partner.” You struggled to find your words, trying to make sense of what was happening. You saw how she turned white with embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…” She started to apologise, but you just shook your head once again before she could understand your need for her to stop talking. “I just thought, and since I had never seen Lua’s mom I just figured you, I mean she had finally come I..” She kept trying to male it right but your cheeks were becoming redder than Lua’s shirt. 

“It’s fine really.” You told her with a kind smile and a soft touch to her arm. “We actually have to go, I have to take her to her dad’s car shop. You’re ready bug?” 

“Yeah…” She added with a confused voice. Lua waited for both of you to be alone. She needed to know what that new word meant. “Princess?” She softly asked. 

“Yes bug?” 

“What’s mom?” You could tell she was genuinely curious. “Are you mom?” 

“Oh..” You mumbled trying to know what you were allowed to respond. “Um… You know why Eddie’s your dad?” She nodded slowly, not really following. “Eddie’s your dad because he had you, and your mom is the other person that had you, because it takes two people to really like and love each other to make such a special person.” You started to explain as you helped her into the little kid seat Eddie had in his van. “Your dad loves you very much and takes care of you.” You added as you left a soft kiss on her forehead. With the impeding feeling you were somehow fucking it all up. 

“You take care of me” She responded once you were looking into her eyes. 

“Yes.” 

“And you love me?” That childish way of asking with a pure innocence made you smile softly. 

“Of course I do, bug.” 

“Then you’re mom.” She concluded. You shook your head as you fastened her seatbelt. You left that where it was, you weren’t sure what to answer.

-

“Dada!” Lua screamed as soon as she set foot on the car shop, running directly to where Eddie was. 

“Hi Lu!” Eddie matched her energy perfectly, grabbing her in one swift motion and letting her rest on top of the car he was finishing the check up. “How was school?” 

“Fun!” She added with a chuckle as she looked at him with a glee in her eyes. 

“I wanna hear all about it. Dada’s gonna go for a snack and then you tell me, okay?” She nodded enthusiastically as Eddie found its way to you so he could steal a kiss. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” You grabbed his hand as he passed swiftly by you to reach for his bag where he had an assortment of snacks for Lua to choose from. “Lua learned a new word today.” 

“Oh no, did I miss her first curse word?” He added with a sarcastic hope that would make you chuckle in another circumstance. 

“Actually, she learned mom” You whispered, he was now recreating the same expression you had made when the young girl had said it to you. “She asked what it meant, I tried to explain but she was convinced that I was… well- that.” You finished as his eyes shifted between you and her. 

“I’m sorry you had to…” He started, deciding to change what he was about to say before even speaking, even if it was no use since you had already guessed what he was about to. “You are kinda like her mom though… I mean she knows you more than…. This is a weird conversation, right?” He checked with you, grabbing your hand and pushing you a bit closer. Needing to feel like he wasn’t completely losing his mind. 

“It is a weird conversation. I just… I’m not her mom, I could… I would never want to impose that I just… I do take care of her and I love her and I love you but I just… I’m not” He squeezed your hand three times so your eyes met his. That maroon colour lets you get lost in them. 

“You love me?” He asked with a smile on his face, trying to distract you from the pit of overthinking you were fastly approaching. 

“Yes.” You answered with flushed hot cheeks. 

“I love you too…” He whispered before pushing you into a hug, whispering the next words close to your ear. “We’ll figure it out, whatever makes you comfortable. We can talk about it over dinner, tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that.” You whispered back, leaving a sound kiss on his cheek. 

He smiled at you with that grin that made you bite the interior of your cheek in response. You stood there looking at him, and the way he rushed back to Lua, letting her pick whatever snack she pleased. 

You wanted more than anything to be a part of this for as long as possible, you desired to stay in this bubble forever. 

Full of love, hope and fondness.

[lushleona]

you x soph x lua drabble???

how did you know this was already in my drafts?!? my two lovely lovely wives lua and soph @gibsluv @ur-local-wizard should i make it smutty or fluffy? 💖

[pupyuj]

your latest wonyoung drabble had me drooling!!! I heard you were cooking but it was even better than expected 🫠🫠🫠 good job as always 💖

omg user fanfiction4sooya aka lua?! 🥺 ehe i'm so glad you liked it 💕 but this wasn't thee big things i was cooking up heh 🤓 get ready for the main dishes soon ya'll ✨✨

[pizzaapeteer]

leona x soph x lua drabble???

only the cutest throuple ever @leona-hawthorne @ur-local-wizard @gibsluv only if I get to be their lawyer again 👀

[lulualuana]

Love and Too Many Drinks

i think I might've cooked

wc: 1188

cw: DEAD DOVE! (kinda i think), leon as a drunkard, dubcon, cat's out of the bag, leon getting off on you being hurt, leon being REAL mean, degrading but not the sexy kind, crying (sexy for leon only) fingering, spanking, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie, that should be it..

enjoy?

Leon liked to drink. To him, there's nothing quite like cracking open a cold beer or knocking back a glass of whiskey. It was commonplace for him to have a drink everyday. Maybe two. Maybe three, four.. 

The only thing that sucked about drinking to him was needing to drink more and more to get as drunk as he'd like. Drunk enough for that coating of warm bliss over his body, drunk enough to forget what he was doing, drunk enough to drown you out, drunk enough that his actions could be blamed on the alcohol.

"F-fuck.." Leon muttered, his head a swirling mess as he struggled a lot more than he'd like to admit to pull his belt through the loops. It wasn't easy to do with one hand, the other so deftly holding you down over the arm of the couch by your head. It surely didn't help his head that you were squirming. Crying too he thinks, it was all a little fuzzy. 

"Leon-" He let out a particularly uninterested grunt at the call of his name. He was more interested in working your panties down past your ass, sighing blissfully at the sight of your cunt, crying just as much as you were. Now there is what he wanted to see. 

"Mmm, shut up a minute," he sighs, releasing his hold on your head to paw at your ass with both hands, drunkenly entranced at the way the flesh gives and the way you clench around nothing. Such a pretty body, shame it came with such an annoyingly loud mouth. 

“W-what?” You gasp, your free head now jerking up and back to look at Leon with wide eyes. Oops, guess he said that out loud. He could’ve played it off using the alcohol as an excuse, but.. the look of horror on your face made his dick twitch. 

“You heard me, sweetheart,” he sighed, watching with rapt attention as he pressed his thumb against you and, groaning in delight at the way your cunt swallowed the digit and you twitched. “Tight ass pussy but all you do is whine. Is it fun? Yapping my ear off all day and night.” 

Was he being serious? He looked serious, but surely he didn’t mean what he said.. You shook your head with a stifled whimper, denying his words (to only yourself really, he did not care) as you planted your hands down on the couch, trying to stand. His words had ruined the mood for you. 

“Uh-uh, where do you think you’re going?” Leon grumbled, pressing a hand against your back and pushing you back down against the couch. He clicks his tongue, shifting his grip and pushing two fingers into you when you start to respond. It was a rhetorical question. “Aw, are you upset because I told you the truth, sweetheart? Is that why you’re trying to run away?” You sob in response, twisting underneath him as he pumps his fingers mercilessly, pleasing you with his fingers yet stabbing you with his words. 

“Y’know, I’ve thought like this for a while,” he confesses with a sudden fit of laughter, pulling his fingers out abruptly and watching the way your pussy clenches in their absence. He uses your arousal on his fingers to barely lube his dick, giving it a few pumps as he guides himself to your cunt, smearing his precum against you and your slick against himself. 

“Mmm, after I met your parents I realized I was stuck with the most annoying bitch in the world.” He leans over you as he pushes forward, the tight heat of your cunt ripping a groan from him. “All you ever do is whine and complain, baby. What, was daddy too busy neglecting you to teach you how to shut up?” He can’t help snickering at his own joke, his already sloppy rhythm stuttering as he fights the urge to just double over in his laughter. He can hear you sobbing and sniffling underneath him and he isn’t sober enough and can’t bring himself to really care if it was from pleasure or sadness. Is that awful? 

He’s silent for a moment as he focuses more on working his cock into you, hands gripping your hips hard as he ruts his hips into yours. His silence doesn’t last long though. “Fuuuck, would’ve dumped you ages ago..” he groans, hands slipping down to palm at your ass as his hips stutter, his body a little too heavy to keep the rhythm steady. “Pretty little ass and tight little pussy made me stay..” 

The bite in his words makes your head spin, tied between sadness and upset at his words and blinding arousal at the way he buries his cock into you. At this point it's hard to tell if you’re upset at him, or upset at yourself for feeling as good as you did. 

“Aw, don’t be sad sweetheart,” he coos mockingly, his soft tone accompanied with a sharp slap to your ass, making you jolt and cry a bit harder. The way you clench around him makes him do it a few more times, stopping only once your ass is red. “I still love you. Mmn, my pretty little girlfriend.” He groans, massaging the red flesh of your ass as his pace grows a little more frantic. There’s something so sickeningly pleasing about telling you the truth. It feels better than any sex he’s had. 

He leans down over you, one hand reaching around you to press against your clit, rubbing in tight, quick circles until you’re thrashing about, hands clawing at the couch. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t make you come, yeah? Yeaaah, ‘m a good boyfriend, aren’t I?” Good and deluded, maybe. But in Leon’s eyes, he was your gift from god. 

“T-tell me I’m a good boyfriend,” he pants, fingers still rubbing your clit despite your sensitivity. He was ready to keep at it until you told him what he wanted to hear. “C’mon, say it, baby.” 

“Y-you’re a good boyfriend..” You sob, your mind more of a mess than Leon’s was. You never were one for lies, so maybe the burning feeling of your orgasm tearing through you was really just punishment for the fat lie you just uttered, all for Leon’s satisfaction. That sentence is all it takes for Leon to come, his hips snapping into yours and stuttering forward before he stills, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he collapses over you, his heaving chest against your back. 

Silence settles over the both of you, sobriety knocking on Leon’s door from all the work he just put in, and he suddenly remembers that he just said a lot more than he probably should’ve. Before he can fake an apology, you speak up. “..I love you..” The words startled him something bad. Love? After everything he just said? Jesus.. He mutters a return of the words as he at least tries to right his wrongs by cleaning you up, blaming it all on the alcohol in his mind. 

But you were as sober as sober gets.. 

~~~

oogly boogly

[seokmn]

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

wc: 0.4k words

lua’s note: merry christmas everyone!! hope yall eat a lot and feel very loved today ❤️💚

the night was incredibly cold, thankfully you were cozy and warm inside your house, preparing hot chocolate for you and your boyfriend. the fireplace lighting the whole living room and a part of the kitchen with a yellow light, giving a comfy vibe to the house.

“cheol? the hot chocolate is done!” no answer. “cheollie?” you looked around the house, entering room by room trying to find him, but he was no where to be found.

“seungcheol?” you raised your voice, “if you’re trying to scare me, you better not. im holding two mugs full of hot chocolate!” still no answer.

where could he be?

you decided to look outside the window and there seungcheol was, doing something in the middle of the snow. you placed the mugs on the kitchen counter, put on your coat, grabbed the mugs again and went outside. “what are you doing? it’s freezing here!”

seungcheol turned around to look at you and smiled, “there you are,” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, being careful to not make you spill the hot chocolate. “you made us hot chocolate, huh? youre the best.” he kissed your cheek.

“yea yea, what are you doing here?” you handed him his mug, he took it and murmured a thank you. “creating a masterpiece, cant you see it?” he gestured to the ground and you looked at it, surprised to see that he made a perfect heart shape in the snow

“oh wow! we have an artist here, everyone.” you chuckled and took a sip of the hot chocolate while seungcheol was smiling proudly, delighted with his work. “whats the name of the masterpiece?”

“my heart.” you laughed and tilted your head, “‘my heart’?”

“yes. you see, thats my heart before i met you”

“you mean in a perfect shape?” you quirked your eyebrow and he laughed and and moved his head left and right, indicating a ‘perhaps’ with his head movements. “in a perfect shape, but frozen”

“and what about after you met me?”

“you see when the snow melts”

“then there’ll be no heart”

“exactly. my heart will start to melt because your love is warm and then it’ll disappear because you stole it.” you laughed and shook your head. “youre so cheesy, i swear to god.”

seungcheol chuckled, you could see the cold air coming out of his mouth and his red nose due the cold weather. his lips met yours as he gave you a gently kiss.

“now lets go inside, please. im freezing and our hot chocolate will become frozen chocolate if we stay here for too long”

[sunnylua]

Minors DNI. Smut. Not proofread

*~Toji’s hand was on your mouth trying to muffle any sounds that came out. “Be quiet. You don’t want your parents to hear, do you? How dumb you sound when my cock is inside of you.” Your eyes rolled back when his hips rolled up into you.

You’ve been in this position for almost two hours. Toji had snuck into your room in the middle of the night, not that you minded, he did that almost every night. Your parents would never approve your relationship with him. So you had to do it all in secret.

He chuckled into your ear. “You’re so cute… you’re taking it like a champ.” He slammed back inside of you again. His dick was sliding in and out of you faster each time. He was so big you could feel him in your stomach, and he loved that.

He took your hand in his and pressed it down against your stomach. “You feel that? Feel how deep inside you I am? You take me so well, baby.”

His hand slid down to circle your clit. Such a delicious pressure it made your eyes tear up. “Toji- I’m so close, please…”

“Please? You’re being so nice, baby. I might just let you.” His hips moved in a relentless pace, your pussy was swollen and red from his rough thrusts.

It was a messy scene, the sounds of his hips hitting your ass filled the room. Your slick covered his dick completely making squelching sounds every time your cunt swallowed him completely.

You tensed around him, squeezing him hard. He let out a low moan into your ear. And either one last brutal thrust, you came all over him, your bedsheets damped by your juices. Your cunt still throbbed around him and he followed you. He came deep inside you, hot ropes of his thick cum, filling you up so nicely.

He left a small kiss over your shoulder. He pulled out slowly and saw how his cum fell out of your swollen lips. It was one of his favorite sights.

“I’ll clean you up, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

[lualuabestningdungie]

Just imagine car racer!Kai 😖😖 I’m dead.

Like he would always take you in a late night drive after winning (ofc) one of his races and take you to a hill so you can see the city from above and have a cute little date, holding hands and sharing small kisses and telling him how proud you are of him ^///^ his trophy on the backseat with him paying no mind to it bc his reward is being with you all night <3

Pic creds: @/phewka

[lelengerine]

wonbin + in my dreams — red velvet + hii lua! im sooo excited for ur event, ur works never fail to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside 🥹

͙͘͡★ lucid dreaming

song prompt. “i wrote a short story for my creative writing class about someone i saw in a dream—except now you’re sitting across from me in the campus café, and you look exactly like them”

pairing. stranger!wonbin x reader

tags. college au, strangers to ???, lots of teasing and a bit of slow burn (crazy work for a drabble), no specific pronouns used, not sure if i missed anything else...

wc. 1.5k words

notes. so i may have gotten a little carried away, and this might’ve been longer than intended but thank u for requesting xu <333 i’d absolutely love to know what u think of it after hehe ALSO quick thank you to my lovely @suzayaaa for proofreading this for me 😌😌 and as always... likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome

꒰ m.list | event m.list ꒱

the campus café was always busy, bustling with the usual clatter of coffee orders and murmured conversations. today was the same, and you’d usually start grumbling to yourself over the fact a random group of students were being too loud in the farthest corner, but you couldn’t care less this time because it wasn’t possible. 

no, it couldn’t be possible.

you sat frozen at your usual spot, gripping your iced latte so hard the condensation dripped onto your fingers as you watched the man you once dreamt of now in the flesh, breathing and all. he was reading something on his phone, one elbow lazily propped on the table, head tilted the same way you imagined. his sharp, cat-like eyes were focused, framed by messy black hair that was so perfectly imperfect it had to have been styled on purpose.

what made everything worse was the fact he was merely a table away, utterly oblivious to the way your entire sense of reality had just been derailed.

you slammed your laptop shut in attempt to scare your thoughts from plaguing you any further, but the sound came out sharper than intended. in fact, it was loud—well, loud enough to earn you a glance from the person you least wanted attention from.

you watch as his lips curve into a faint smirk, and you knew—you knew—he’d seen it all and before you could look away or bury yourself in your drink, he stood.

panic began to bubble in your chest, the feeling slowly rising up to your throat. no. no, no, no. he wasn’t actually—

he was.

in a matter of seconds, he was standing over your table, coffee in one hand and a casual confidence in the other. a shadow fell across your table, and you dared to look up. “mind if i sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the chair across from you with the tilt of his head. his voice was smooth and you could’ve swore right then and there that he was teasing you.

“uh… sure?”

the word barely made it out before he slid into the seat, setting his coffee down with an ease that made you wonder if this was a regular occurrence to him. “you seemed like you wanted to say something earlier,” he casually said, leaning forward slightly, his gaze pinning you in place. “but then you just… stared.”

you felt your cheeks heat up instantaneously from his comment. “i wasn’t staring,” the lie escaped far too easily—but even you couldn’t convince yourself it was true.

“no?” he raised an eyebrow, the playful disbelief in his tone impossible to miss. “you sure about that?” before you could snap back, he smirked, tapping the edge of his coffee cup as if he’d just thought of something. “by the way, i’m wonbin. figured you’d want to know, since you seem so fascinated.”

the sheer audacity of his remark made your jaw drop. “i wasn’t—”

“staring?” he finished for you, his grin widening as he leaned back. “right. you mentioned that. but now that we’re here, it’d only be fair for you to tell me your name too, wouldn’t it?”

you pursed your lips as you debated whether to play along or simply walk out of this conversation altogether, but there was something about the way he looked at you—so completely unbothered yet intrigued—that made you answer without thinking.

he repeated your name like he was testing it on his tongue before the expression on his face changes into one of satisfaction. “nice. i’ll remember that.”

you glanced at him with silent judgement, trying to regain some semblance of control in this strange interaction. “you make a habit of throwing strangers off like this?”

“only the interesting ones,” he shot back, gaze sharp but amused. “so, now that we’re acquainted, what’s this you’re hiding from me?”

right. that.

you let out a nervous laugh, fingers tightening around your iced latte as if it would save you. “okay, maybe i was staring. but it’s not what you think.”

“oh?” he asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes. “then what is it?”

your mouth opens for a brief moment before it closes back shut from the lack of words coming out. how could you even begin to explain this? that he looked like someone who lived in your dreams and that you may have potentially written about him for an assignment of yours? 

“it’s… complicated,” you finally answer, the words falling flat.

“complicated’s fine.” he said easily, resting his chin in his hand, watching you like he just found the most fascinating thing in the room. “i’ve got time.”

“fine,” you muttered, slumping back in your chair as you crossed your arms. “i wrote about a dream for class.”

his eyes widen just a little, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face. he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “and how does this relate to me exactly?”

you hesitated, now fidgeting with the straw of your iced latte. avoiding his gaze only made the confession harder. finally, you huffed and met his curious stare head-on. “cause… you were in that dream.”

that seemed to catch him off guard for a split second before his lips curved into a slow, teasing smile. he leaned back, his hand lazily swirling his own coffee cup. “now this is getting interesting. keep going.”

your face burned and you shook your head, shooting him an incredulous glare. “no, i’m not telling you anything else.”

“what’s it gonna take for you to open up to me, hm?” now you’re the one with an eyebrow raised. his words hung in the air, laced with an almost playful daring that made your heart stutter and race all at once. the curve of his lips was teasing, yet his eyes betrayed something deeper—a glint of genuine curiosity that made it impossible to brush him off entirely.

you tilted your head, meeting his gaze with a resolve you weren’t sure you possessed anymore. “and what makes you think i owe you an explanation?”

his grin widened, leaning back against his chair as if settling in for a game he had every intention of winning. “you don’t owe me anything. but,” he paused, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his coffee cup, “i can tell there’s a story behind all this. and you seem like the type of person who’d rather share it than let it eat you alive.”

the audacity of his confidence made your jaw tighten. yet, as much as you wanted to scoff and wave him off, the glimmer in his eyes, the slight quirk of his lips—it was all too disarming.

it was as though he already knew he’d worn down your defenses, even before you did.

you leaned forward slightly, mirroring his posture. “you know, you’re awfully presumptuous for someone who just walked over uninvited.”

his chuckle was low, a warm rumble that seemed to ripple through the chaos of the café and settle right in your chest. “fair enough. but you let me sit here, didn’t you?”

you blinked, trying to will away the heat creeping up your neck. he had you there.

wonbin takes your silence as a well-earned victory. “so,” he started off proudly, “what was i like in this story of yours? don’t hold back—i’m dying to know.”

you blinked at him, your mind scrambling to piece together a response. the sheer improbability of it all—the person you believed only existed in your imagination now sitting across from you, teasing you like it was the most natural thing in the world—sent your pulse into overdrive.

“i… still don’t think i should tell you.” 

“why not?” a playful pout replaces the smirk that was once resting on his lips, “was i boring? a nobody? or—his smirk widened, and there was a dangerous edge of amusement in his tone—was i the love interest?”

your breath hitched, and the iced latte in your hand felt suddenly too cold, too real. “what? no! it wasn’t like that.”

“hmm.” he hummed in mock contemplation, his eyes never leaving yours. “you say that, but the way you’re turning red right now is kind of telling.”

“because you’re being impossible!” you shot back, the words tumbling out before you could think.

his laugh came easily, warm and unbothered, and somehow it made the heat in your cheeks worse. “relax, i’m just messing with you. but, hey, you’ve got to admit—it’s flattering. i mean, you dreamed me up, wrote about me, and now here i am. feels like fate, don’t you think?”

you narrowed your eyes at him, torn between frustration and the urge to laugh at his nerve. “fate would’ve made you less obnoxious.”

“aw, now you’re just being mean.” he grinned, standing up and grabbing his coffee. “but i’ll take it. dream me up again sometime, yeah?”

before you could muster a response, he was already strolling away, a casual wave tossed over his shoulder. you found yourself watching his retreating figure, but this time, your thoughts lingered on the possibility of meeting him again—preferably not in your dreams, you hope.

[caxde]

bright eyes | eddie munson x reader

summary you're a new neighbour in the trailer park, you meet his friends, and go on a date to figure this out, navigating your relationship with him and his little girl (4.4k)

warnings fem!reader, girl!dad Eddie!!!!, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, , english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

a/n: thank you guys for the support, i think that for a while i'll just do drabbles of this story if requested so enjoy! part1 part2. part4 (they can be read seperatly)

“Hi, what can I get for you?” Both the phrase and your customer service voice came as second nature by now. Practice makes perfect you once heard. 

“Hi, yeah… Um, do we know what they want?” The tall boy with floppy hair asked the girl following him, she agreed with a smile and he looked back at you. His face looked familiar, though you had never seen him come here before. “I’d like milk coffee, and uh.. what do you want?” He asked back at the girl, who had been grinning with a smirk that you weren’t quite sure if it was dedicated to you, or it was just a nervous reflex from her. 

“I’ll have an iced tea, and a cinnamon bun.” She waited for you to write it down, before she continued, which you’d never admit out loud how frustrating it was, if they knew they were going to order more. “And uh, a large black coffee, with no sweetener and a chocolate milkshake with a… did she like scones or blueberry muffins?” She turned around to the wild haired boy, who had its eyes lost in the horizon. Something in you told you he was trying not to stare, and if you were being honest, you didn't know if that was a compliment or not. 

“Muffin.” He muttered, as he scratched his closed eyes. 

“Muffin.” She affirmed with a cheery tone. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” 

You placed the order under your waitress number. Lucky number 17, even if there only were two of you. You prepped the coffees with your usual care, enjoying both the process and the smell that filled the air. Two small plates with a paper napkin under each pastry. You wrote down where they were seated while you waited for the milkshake and the iced tea. You still didn’t dare to make them. You had tried, you just never managed the right balance between ice cream, milk and cocoa powder. You did have fun however with the whipped cream and the chocolate shavings. Mainly because it was an excuse for you to eat the chocolate that you didn’t grate. 

The bell above the door rang and your attention turned to it. A wide smile appeared on your previously concentrated face. 

It wasn’t strange considering Lua was running down the small entrance corridor so she could meet you, your body already kneeling down at the floor so she could greet you however she decided to. 

“Hi dude! I didn’t know you were coming” Your voice got high in unexpected excitement as she hugged you in her particular way. “How are you doing?” 

“Happy.” She beamed, her hand hiding her face in her usual shy manner she always had when she was someplace that wasn’t as familiar to her. 

“I hope you are, you’re getting a milkshake.” Eddie followed her closely behind, offering his hand for her to take it, she did as soon as she heard the word milkshake. Jumping a bit, knowing that that was an unusual treat. 

It clicked in that moment, where you knew that boy from. He was in a lot of the photos Eddie had laying around, some were in frames, some were laying around his coffee table. 

Though you knew him as uncle Stevie, you doubted that was his name. And if that really was uncle Stevie, then the girl had to be auntie Rob. It would explain the weird energy they had while ordering, and the grins that they tried to hide. 

“Chocolate?” She asked back, her head moved around the both of you, she had to look up now, both of you doing what you didn’t realise you always did. While your feet stayed separated, your bodies always found a way to get closer, your waist pushed forward, his arms did too. 

“And a blueberry muffin.” You added, with glee. The contrast between the excitement coming from Lua and the exhausting anticipation coming off from Eddie was comical. He grabbed the skin between his eyes, knowing that this sugar rush was going to tire him out. 

“She’s not gonna eat dinner.” He adds, in a somehow frustrated mumble, as he looks back up at you. “And Wayne made Spaghetti with tomato sauce… And garlic bread…” He was making that exaggerated whining voice he knew made you laugh. 

“I can have the leftovers.” He smiled, even if he knew that that was what he originally wanted. Another quiet night with you, Wayne out at work and an exhausted Lua, the promise of some alone time with you. 

“Deal.” He tried to mask his excitement, with his usual grin, the upside down smile that curved to the right, where his dimple was, and you just giggled back at him, with a scoff and a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Your friends are over there, I’ll bring your stuff in a minute.” He winked as a form to say thank you, he swung his arms so his and Lua’s hands moved in a way that made her smile, as she squirmed as soon as she saw his friends. 

“Stevie!” She screamed in midst of laughter, she waved him hi, as she walked to Robin’s feet. 

“Hey Lua.” Robin’s enthusiastic way of calling her name won her a high five, which she used to tease Steve. “I got a high five.” She sang her works in a mocking manner, knowing that Stevie would push her shoulder with his, she ducked a bit, the playful manner making Eddie smile. 

“Hello to you too.” Eddie teased back, sitting down on a chair, helping Lua get up to the one next to him. He had forgotten to ask you for a booster, but nodded in an attempt to say thank you as he saw you approaching the table, milkshake in one hand, booster in the other. 

“I’ll be right back with the rest of your order.” Your customer service voice becomes a bit more informal everytime you lock eyes with him, the stupid pink flush coming to your cheeks as he just smiled, his friends looking at him with a cheeky grin. 

“Is that her?” Robin wasted no time, her hands on the table, and body pushed a bit too forward. 

“Jesus! We said we were gonna be subtle.” Steve pushed her back into the chair, the softness of his gesture contradicted his harsh inane tone. 

“What? She can be the rude one…” 

“C’mon Eddie wouldn’t fall for the rude waiter.” 

You heard that, and you weren’t sure what to believe. Were you the rude waiter? Did Eddie actually fall for you? And what does that even mean? You decide to act as if you hadn’t noticed, as if it didn’t really matter. You placed everything in front of who asked for it, but that comment was still on the front of your mind. You didn’t think you had been that rude, it was your eight hour of work, and you were leaving soon so you were exhausted, and maybe that had come out as rude, but still, it kind of hurts knowing that someone might think you are. Even worse if that someone is the best friend of the guy you had a stupid crush on. 

Then there was the whole fall issue. Had that been just a poor choice of words? Probably. It had to be, because there was no way that Eddie had fallen, not really. Not in the scary four letter feelings. It was soon, way too soon. You hadn't even had an opportunity to go on that date that he had asked you on three weeks ago. 

You were decidedly panicking, fidgeting with the blue pen you used to take orders. Your shift came to an end, and even if Eddie kept looking at you, waiting for you to come so he could actually introduce you to his friends, or alternatively he was trying to find a moment where he could stand up and go ask you if you wanted to meet them, he looked back and you weren’t there this time. 

You were having a stress relief smoke that you’ll never admit to once he inevitably asks you about. You can’t think about it, you want to go home, have a shower and stop thinking. 

So you did. 

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Eddie was worried about you, but he was a little too preoccupied with the little tornado in front of him. The sugar rush had hit as soon as he stepped into the trailer. She had been playing “the floor is lava”, placing everything and anything on her way so she wouldn’t actually fall. Once she got tired of it, she started playing house with dolls and teddys she had, now scattered around everywhere. She eventually got tired of that and just danced around to music that for once he could choose, until she passed out, the sugar crush came as fast as the rush had. 

Quiet for once, Eddie let out a long exhausted breath, before picking her up. He enjoyed picking her up, knowing that the day would come when he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. She was already with her stolen sleepshirt that she begged to put on as soon as they had arrived. So he put her hair up in a small ponytail, and left her to rest on her small bed, in the same room as he slept. 

Someday, when he has more money,  more security in himself, he would get a nice place. A house with an extra room so someone can come and sleepover. A house that had their own garden, so she can run around without Eddie having to watch over her anxiously, worried that she somehow stumbled over into the woods, or found trash that didn’t belong in a play area for such a small girl. 

That was the goal. 

The long term one anyway. Right now he focused on cleaning the mess her little sunshine had made. His hair out of the way, he quietly got into it. The cushions, blankets and -previously- folded laundry was out of the way, the toys were sorted, and the remains of her laughter could still be felt on the walls. 

Something was missing. And  that was you. And the promise that you had made to come over and have dinner. 

So the worrying came back. 

Doubt invaded his mind. He didn’t want to bother you, maybe you just forgot. Maybe you had fallen asleep. Maybe you had had enough of him. 

But for once, he decided to trust his intuition, and if something deep in his gut told him that it wasn’t okay, he trusted it. He had to. 

So he checked that Lua was still sleeping soundly, and he rushed to your door. The frown between his eyebrows appeared once again when he realised that your light wasn’t on. He knocked, slowly, not even realising that he was biting his lower lip, or that he was playing with his rings. 

The light didn’t come on, but you did. 

The faintest trace of runned down mascara was under your eyes. If that didn’t give away the fact you had been crying a bit, your red runny nose did. 

A wave of guilt filled him, though he wasn’t sure why or what to do.

Truth be told, it wasn’t his fault, not really. You just had a tendency to overthink it all. And a weakness for words of people you didn’t know. 

the mean one had followed you since you had gotten home. It was stupid, and definitely not that big of a deal, but it had bugged you enough that you had a breakdown nonetheless. 

Maybe it was just one more thing that had sent you over the edge, that coupled with the fact that you had your insecurities over not feeling enough for him, or his little girl. 

“What happened?” His voice came out softer, lower, imploring for an answer. 

“Nothing, long day.” Eddie could tell that you were lying through your teeth. And you knew that he knew by the way his body reacted. Arms crossed through his chest in a self-defense movement he still conserved. 

“I’m gonna heat up dinner. If you want some you can come.” You couldn’t decode if his tone was regretful or resentful, but his eyes shined with hope that’d you’d come, so you nodded. 

“Give me a second?” He mouthed a muted yeah, as he turned around, his feet skipping the ground in a nervous manner. 

Maybe they didn’t mean for you to hear it. Maybe it had been a joke that you had the misfortune to hear. But it still stings, so you switch your uniform for something comfier. 

Those jean were barely hanging on by a threat, the seam on the inside of your thighs had started to open in some points, and they didn’t fit you as snuggly as they once did, but they were the comfiest they have ever been, and the most comforting ones -oddly enough- so was the black shirt that had been previously splattered with bleach. It didn’t really matter to Eddie, he still thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

He was trying not to show his worry, but he wasn’t that good at it. He was  quiet, which he never was, and he couldn’t stop playing with his rings. 

He sat down on the stool, right in front of you, the kitchen aisle separating you both. 

“Okay look...” You broke the silence. His fork clinging on the cold surface makes your attention shift into it. “I had a little cry over some stupid shit, but I’m fine.” You take a sip out of your water, looking back into his questioning eyes. 

“You want to talk about it?” Eddie tries to get more information out of you. His expression softer, caring deeply for you. 

“It’s stupid. Honestly.” You try to brush it off, playing with your food in a lazy manner with your fork, avoiding his stare. Because you know that if you do look at him, you’d crumble. 

“I don’t care, I like listening to you.” His voice was deeper when he was mid bite, but his world made you fold, and you give in. 

“I overheard your friends…” You think he might say something, but he just stays quiet, an embarrassed expression on his face. “They said that you fell for ‘the mean one’” You add, drawing air quotes with your fork still in your hand. 

“Jesus…” He added in disbelief. His head was buried in the palm of his hands. 

“I know it’s dumb I just… I told you I don’t know how to go around this whole thing and your friends saying that it's just-” He cut you off, even if he didn’t mean to, he knew you were rumbling when it was all a misunderstanding. 

“It’s not dumb it’s just… They weren’t talking about you.” Your eyes widened in embarrassed shame. “They were saying that they were glad I didn’t fall for the mean one. They’re happy I have a thing for you, and not Brittany.” 

“oh” 

“Yeah, they like you. I think. And we met up in the café because they wouldn’t agree to babysit Lua so I can go on a date with you if they didn’t meet you first but I didn’t wanna make it a big deal so…” 

“oh” 

“Yeah…” 

The type of silence had changed. He had that dumbfounded, love-sick smile on his face. Your eyes were shining and your cheeks had become red. His hand was caressing yours, the soft touch invading you with a sense of calmness and warmness. Your lips curled upwards, some of your teeth showing. 

“So we’re going on a date?” 

“Next Friday, if that works for you.” 

“It does.” 

“Good.” Amusement clear on his tone, his dimples showing as he went back to eating. His hand not letting go of yours. “Now, finish eating.” 

“I will, but I need my hand.” He chuckled with you as he slowly pulled away. 

“Okay, sorry.” 

“Idiot…” You sentenced before going back to eating. His amusement makes you smile deeper. 

“Suddup, you like it.” 

-

For once, Eddie let you help clean up in the kitchen. 

After the conversation and the quiet dinner it was hard trying to keep away from him. It felt like magnetism. 

And he couldn’t keep resisting you for that long. You were cleaning the dishes, whilst he dried them. His waist bumped into yours every so often with the excuse of dancing to the low music, not wanting to wake Lua up. 

“This has to be Led’s best song” He mumbled, watching as you silently mouthed the lyrics. 

“Their most popular, maybe… Best one? No way.” You shook your head in disbelief that he would say such a thing, hearing him chuckle at your reaction. 

“What do you mean? It’s literally rock history! Jimmy Page’s solo has become one of the most famous ones” He tried to fight back with you, as you continued to smile in disagreement. You stopped the water, looking him dead in the eyes, seeing the way his smile only grew fonder, his usual grin present in his face. 

“Sure, Stairway to Heaven had like a huge cultural impact and blablabla but c’mon… Dazed and Confused? Immigrant Song? Black Dog? Tangerine? You Shook Me? You want to talk about guitar solos… Achilles Last Stand has some of the most incredible ones” You argued back, he was impressed, but he was not used to losing, even less so when it came to music. 

“Achilles Last Stand is a ten minute song, that’s too long…” You chuckled at that, his eyebrows raising as he looked deep into your half closed eyes from your laughter. “What?” 

“If you think ten minutes is too much… We’re gonna have a problem.” 

He laughed in deep shock from your words, making you giggle a bit more as a reaction. He didn’t think about what he was doing, he just had an impulse and followed through. His arms wrapped around you, pushing you in for a deep hug, your head hitting his chest, as your arms find a way in his waist. 

Eddie gave the best hugs, you thought. This being your first one, you were over observant. His fingers were buried deep in your hair, playing with it. His chest was softer than you had expected. And even if his house smelt of sandalwood and the faint smell of the food you had just eaten, he smelt of aftershave, shampoo and a trace of car grease. You closed your eyes, enjoying it all. 

Eddie couldn’t resist the urge to kiss the top of your head. Or let his forehead rest on yours, enjoying the closeness he got to experience. He hadn’t been this close to anyone since before Lua came around. And he wasn’t used to this nervousness or excitement, this electricity with the way your breath mixed with his. 

You pulled away a bit, close enough to still count his eyelashes if you wanted to, far away enough that nothing else could happen. You had to be careful, you had agreed to be careful until you could figure it out. 

“Moon I…” 

“I know.” He whispered back, his left hand cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing it slowly. 

You heard the small steps coming from Eddie’s room, Lua had woken up and was looking for him. 

“Dada?” She sounded half asleep, with a small panic in her voice. 

“Coming.” He added, a frustrated look on his face, his tone remaining calm. He kissed your hand before stepping back. “Duty calls. See you friday?” 

“Yes, tell Lua I said goodnight? You asked back, finding your way to the front door. 

“Definitely. Sweet dreams princes.” 

“Night, moon.” 

You closed his trailer door as you saw him walking the corridor where his room was, the little night light giving you a little inside to what his room and his usual  nights looked like. 

You went to bed that night with a lovesick smile on your lips and hoping that Friday came soon enough. 

-

Friday came faster than both of you had anticipated. You got the whole day to yourself, the morning was slow, and Eddie let you sleep for once, they didn’t come over for breakfast. You wouldn’t admit it, but you had missed them, and Lua’s happy mumbling as she ate whatever you had made. Since it was only you, the bowl of cereal had lasted you until lunch, you just picked at it every time you felt hungry, amidst various house chores. 

Clothes were cleaned. 

Floors were mopped. 

Bathroom was shining. 

With a clean bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It had been two months since you met him, and your smile lines had come back. Your hair had become lighter from the sun, and your eyes shone again. You felt pretty, and you couldn’t wipe the lovesick smile out of your lips if you thought of him. 

The water was hot, and it helped your body relax. You were starting to get that nervous excitement, before a date. A date with someone you actually (really) like. 

When the time came, you crossed the road, knocking gently on his door, your hands playing with the hem of your dress. 

Eddie got choked up as soon as he saw you. The black dress hugged you in a way he wished he could, your legs looked longer and he could get lost in them, even if they were hidden under black tights. But he really got lost in your lips, and the red that you layered over them. 

“Hi.” Your voice came out shyer that you intended to. But your smile remained the same. 

“Hi…” He couldn’t really form a sentence, his words seemed to be stucked in his throat. “You look amazing, jesus…”

“I could say the same.” He shook his head in disbelief, not really believing you. 

He stood there in his usual white shirt and leather jacket, though this time his washed out jeans switched for black jeans that hugged his thighs in a way that made your head swing. 

“I uh… I’m going to say bye to Lua, then we can leave.” You nodded, and peered inside for a moment. 

Lua was playing on his living room floor, Robin and Steve by her side. He kissed her daughter’s cheek and whispered something that you didn’t catch, his friends waved at you, Robin mouthed a silent wow as she gave you a thumbs up that made you giggle on the inside. 

-

The dinner was finished, and you had downed a couple bottles of wine. You ended up walking for a bit, before deciding to put an end to the night, the stars shining bright. 

Eddie had done everything right. He had paid the bill, he opened the doors for you and made an effort to get to know you better. His eyes shining with every word that came out of your lips. He was definitely enamored by you, and the same could be said by you. His hand had not let go of yours since you had left the small restaurant. 

His thumb played with the back of your hand, sending sparks through your whole body. You played with his rings, which only made him smile more. He told you that it was the only thing he ever bought for himself. Every year when his age changed, he’d get a new one. “Maybe you’ll get me one” You had teased back, which made him chuckle as he nodded. 

His van parked behind his house, his fingers still intertwined with yours. You sat on the back of it for a while, looking at the sky in comfortable silence for a bit. 

Eddie’s heart was racing, he couldn’t look at anything but you. You and the way your skin looked under the moonlight, you and the way your eyes looked at the moon. You and your red lips that he really wanted to taste. 

You noticed. 

Your head left his shoulder, so you could look at him. His breathing mixes with yours, your chest moving faster as your breathing quickened. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, his trembling hand came up to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your lower lip, asking for permission. 

You were the one to break the distance. 

In a swift movement, your lips pressed against his. Your heart felt at peace once you did. As if something had finally clicked, something was finally right. He smiled through the kiss as it grew deeper. He kissed you as if you were air and he was drowning. He had been dreaming of this since the moment he first saw you. And he finally got to kiss you, as much as he desired to. 

Before pulling away, his teeth caught your lower lip. He was smiling like an idiot, his nose touching yours. 

“We should…” You tried to be the voice of reason, knowing that you both had work tomorrow and he had someone to take care of on top of that. 

“I know I just… I’ve been waiting for this for a while.” He admitted with glee before kissing you again, giggling in between kisses. His hand getting lost in your hair. 

“I know.” It didn’t help that your tone came out in a more intimate matter that you intended to, the wine working its magic for the both of you. 

“Do you wanna talk about it tomorrow?” He offered, thinking that you would need time to think things over. 

“There’s nothing to think.” You admitted, determination in your voice. “This makes sense. If you’re okay with it I… We could try it? Maybe?” 

Eddie couldn’t contain his happiness, kissing you senseless until his breath ran out. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Positive.”

“I can call you my girlfriend and everything?” He teased, a stupid grin on his face that drove you crazy, your head shaking as your smile gre big enough that your teeth showed. 

“Girlfriend and everything.” You confirmed. 

This time you were the one kissing him, your hands lost in his hair, pulling him in a bit more than he had dared to. 

He walked you to your door even if nothing could happen to you, and kissed you goodnight for the first time. And his friends teased him and celebrated with him when he walked in with red lipstick on his lips. 

He went to bed that night, knowing that things could only get better from now on.

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