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it’s my birthday tomorrow and i recently rediscovered an old flame of mine (went down memory lane of my emo phase and got the sad kind of nostalgic). double kill. need to see ptv in concert to feel better
#i actually could cry lmao#something about how bandom really is dying and all the bands i loved really will come to an end at some point#i’m actually really lucky that so many of them have been around for as long as they have#but like that’s been such a big part of my life for so long and i feel like i kinda took it for granted back when it was more popular#and accessible. i wish i had gone to warped tour more than once#and i wish i had bleached and dyed my hair a little more wildly in high school#i was literally like the most alt kid in my entire high school tbf so i can’t really say i didn’t push the envelope#but in the grand scheme of things i dressed super mainstream#it was so fun though and i wish i had done more when i would have gotten more out of it and there was more of a community for it#ugh anyway i’m just kinda sad.#literally incapable of being happy on my birthday though so this is par for the course#it’s weird cause i’ve mentioned it to other people and no one else seems to experience this#but like i truly can’t imagine being happy on my birthday like it’s just an instrinsically sad day to me full of rumination and regrets#whatever maybe i’ll wakeup totally happy tomorrow#edit: okay so no i’m crying#sorry i can’t just look back fondly i have to miss it terribly and be so fucking sad#i miss it all!!!!!!!#think it’s time for my 4th(?) ever read of throam LMAO#that’ll at least drain me of the tears
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Mine First With; James Potter (ATJ)
A/N: Hello again! This took forever, I know. Writing has been taking me so much longer lately. What used to be single sit downs has become a three week mf process. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. This one was based of a request so feel free to keep flooding the inbox.
Summary: The one where you finally meet James’ best friends
TW: some suggestive humor, drinking
It’s a brisk walk from where the cab’s dropped you off to the pub. The summer air is inviting, and you can smell some bonfire miles away as the streetlights illuminate your path from the lot. The harrowing work week has come and gone, and James has finally convinced you to meet his long-loved group of friends for a drink.
It’s not like you believed you wouldn't like them. From the loads of stories of your boyfriends retold fondly from his school years, they’re an amazing bunch. But that’s just the thing, James’ friends seem absolutely amazing. A beautiful blend of complimenting personalities to form one unbreakable bond.
Its undoubtedly intimidating. You’d never want to nose your way in on such a close-knit group. They’ve shared so much together, you’d hate to intrude. Besides, what if they didn’t enjoy your company? Whether you were too closed-off, too eccentric, too in-between. The thought has you stopping in your tracks, just short of the quaint pubs’ entrance. James halts too, having been pulled back your interlocked hands. The elation falls from his face as his eyes meet yours, lips pulling into a frown at your anxious demeanor.
“What is it, love?” His hands go to hold your face, side-stepping drunken patrons as they shuffle out of the door.
“What if they don’t like me?” If James’ eyes weren’t trained on your every movement, every breath, he’d probably miss the words slip past your lips. There’s not an ounce of self pity to them. It’s so soft, so gentle he practically feels his heart tear in two.
“Sweetheart,” it escapes as a chuckle, astonished at the notion. “I promise you, those chances are terribly slim. Impossible even.” He presses a kiss to your lips because he can’t help it, another to your jaw. Willing away the oncoming anxiety in a way only he can manage. “They’re going to love you.”
“You can’t know that.” You tug at sleeves of his leather jacket you’ve borrowed, feeling simultaneously under and over dressed with the white long-sleeved top underneath.
“I can, because I love you.” His hands fall to your hips to send a reassuring squeeze, readjusting your necklace so the clasp is to the back of your neck. “Stop fiddling with your outfit, you look great.” His hazel eyes narrow, “a little too good, I think. Avoid Sirius, he’ll start flirting.” You only roll your eyes, letting him pull you into an embrace with a slow, deep breath. Pushing at his broad shoulders and fighting a fit of giggles when he blows a raspberry into your neck.
“Okay, okay. Enough, James.”
“Im sorry, love. Can’t help it.” He mutters the confession into the shell of your ear, ignoring your squirms of protest. With a reluctant pull away, he raises his brows in expectation, satisfied smirk adorning his features now that he’s effectively warmed you up. “We ready?”
“Ready.” You take his outstretched hand with ease, letting him lead you in.
Light and laughter swarms your senses as soon as the door opens. The quiet of the night escapes you as it shuts behind your form. James greets a few familiar faces as he leads you through the crowded pub. It’s a town favorite, one he frequents with his friends. So much so that the owner saves a booth in the back for the lot of them.
They’re rowdy as you approach, in the midst of some drinking game you recognize from high school. A pile of spoons are lined up on the table whilst they all reach for playing cards to add to their pile. The pretty red head’s eyes widen when she collects her most recent card, diving across to reach for a utensil. The rest of them are instantaneous in their follow-up, all reaching for a spoon of their own with a chorus of shouts and profanities. A tall, sandy haired gentleman huffs a sigh, regrettably chugging what’s left in his cup, seeing as he’s the only one without a utensil in hand. Faded scars adorn his handsome features, and it’s then you recognize him as Remus. The kind soul with some chronic illness, though it does little to stiffen his sass.
James clears his throat, grabbing the group’s attention. “Having all the fun without us, are you?” They erupt in cheers, delighted with his presence. Immediately, their eyes avert to you, all kind and curious smiles. “Everyone, this is y/n. Love, this is...Everyone.” You offer a shy wave, immediately feeling silly with the action.
“But…She’s so pretty?” A long, raven-haired boy chimes in, and another fit of laughter elicits from the group. The red head stands, ushering you into the booth with a gentle manicured hand on your shoulder.
“Sit down, sit down. You’re as lovely as James described.” A blush adorns your cheeks, a glance to James for reassurance as you sit. “I’m Lilly, we’re so happy to finally meet you!”
“Considering Prongs has hid you from us for so long.” A beautiful girl with curly hair and caramel-colored skin teases beside Remus, squeezing your hand with hers. With another quick look to your boyfriend, he mouths ��Mary’ without needing you to ask.
“Can you blame me? We’re here all of two seconds and you’re on her like hounds.” James’ hand squeezes your knee as he leans down, grabbing your attention. “What d’you want to drink?” It's a bit noisy, you have to focus your hearing on him amongst all the excitement.
“Surprise me.” Is all you can manage, nodding to Remus when he holds up cards in a silent ask if you’ll join the game.
“Anyone else?” A chorus of orders follows your boyfriend’s polite gesture, and he frowns. “Pitchers for the table it is, then. Be back in a sec.” With a kiss to your temple, your boyfriend backs away to leave you to the (albeit friendly) wolves. Sirius scrambles out of the booth, eager to unload all his questions on his best friend.
“Hold up, Prongs. I’ll help!” Immediately, the connection between the two is palpable. The lanky boy practically tackles your boyfriend into a hug. Patting his back in an obvious ‘job well done.’ You ignore their shared gaze as they await their orders. James is more than happy to blabber on about you to anyone that will let him, so he allows the array of questions from his best friend.
“They’re quite a pair.” You note fondly, watching as Black ruffles a blushing James’ hair at the bar.
“I’ll say.” Remus smiles too, expertly shuffling the stack of cards as he glances over at the two. “Biggest troublemakers in our year.” The girls nod along, setting up the game front them between sips of their drinks.
“You’re kidding?” This catches all their attention, pausing their movements as you cock your head in question.
“You mean James hasn’t mentioned his pranking phase?” You shake your head, feeling as though you’re about to gain some great blackmail.
“Not even the time he accidentally died his own hair pink for a week?”
“Shut up.” The three nod eagerly, and you decide you love them already.
“We’ll get into that later,” Mary frowns at the cards in hand, uncaring for a poker face. Brown eyes glistening with mischief as she surveys you. “Give us all details on James.”
You can only laugh. “Like what?” The four of you are quick as you converse, picking up cards and putting them down just as swiftly. Eager to collect four of a kind.
“Is he romantic?” Lilly starts, muttering a profanity at a card before disposing it.
“Does he plan all of the dates?” Mary adds, eyes averting to the pair still at the bar to ensure your privacy.
“Does he still lose his glasses six times a day?” His old roommate grumbles, no real irritation to it. Sirius approaches the table before James with enough time to hear the interviewing, sliding in the booth beside you after setting the pitcher of beer down with a smug grin.
“Is he as good in bed as he lets on?” You cough on your own saliva at his teasing, trying to gain composure as James approaches. Brows taught in concern as he surveys the lot of his friends trying to conceal their laughter. Sirius goes to pat your back soothingly, making contact only once before he’s hoisted from his seat by the collar and sent to the booth on the other side. James takes his place, shooting an incredulous glare to his best mate when you offer a meek smile after having calmed down.
“Alright, dove? You’re flushed.” He cups your jaw in his hand, thumb rubbing over your brow. You pull at his wrist to cease his doting, eyes shooting toward Remus when he snatches a spoon. You try, but your distraction has gotten the best of you. You stick a tongue out to the lot of them as they cheer, tilting you head back to chug your drink. James beams as they applaud on, astonished at your speed. An overwhelming sense of pride filling him at their impress.
When you’re finished, grimacing at the taste and laughing along, Potter can’t help but stare. You’re fitting right in, just as he’d suspected. Completely enamored with the notion, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, shifting closer so he can get in on the game.
Your pitchers are on their third refill when James pulls you into his lap, insisting it’ll grant more room to the pair of you and the two girls beside you. Usually, you’d refuse his public displays of affection, but it’s honestly more comfortable for the lot of you. Admittedly, his friends are even better than he’s described, and despite having just met them you feel completely at ease in their company. When you’ve changed card games and you’ve still lost, Potter wraps his arms around you so that you can see his own. “You can be on my team, then.” He has to lean close for you to hear, and you bite back a smile in lieu of a poker face. Eyeing the raven-haired boy from across the table with a smug grin.
“Thank you, Jamie. Always so generous.” This time, Sirius chokes. Trying not to spit out the contents of his pint all over the table at your suggestive tone. The rest of the booth besides your poor, clueless boyfriend crumples into fits of laughter. Unbeknownst to your previous conversation and your obvious innuendo.
“I love her, Prongs. She’s officially one of us.” Mary kisses the crown of your head whilst wiping tears from her eyes.
Potter is still utterly bewildered at your odd behaviors, but the elation of your acceptance is still distracting. Of course, he knew this would happen. He knows better than anyone how impossible it’d be not to love you.
“Agreed, let’s keep her.” Remus jests, tilting his glass to you with an amused smile.
“Here,” Lilly leans over her curly-haired friend with her phone outstretched to you. “Let’s exchange numbers. This way I won’t have to go through Prongs.”
Mary nods, narrowing her eyes at your boyfriend above you. “We should add her to the girls group chat too, if he’s being a prick she can let us know and we’ll tell him off.”
“I’m sitting right here, you know.” James shields his cards from Remus, who’s attempting to take the distraction as an opportunity to cheat.
When you’re finished typing your digits into the redheads phone, you lean forward to look at both girls with raised brows. “Bathroom?” They nod, motioning for your boyfriend to slide you both out of the booth so they can file out. You hesitate before following them, turning on your heel to face the boys again.
“Sirius is completely bluffing. And Remus has a good hand, but it’s not as good as yours. Don’t fold.” You press a kiss to his temple before taking Lilly’s hand to maneuver through the rowdy crowd, leaving the trio with jaws dropped. Sirius chucks his pile onto the table face up, arms crossed with childish pout. Remus folds too, too impressed to be angry.
“Mate, how on Earth did you manage that one?” James can’t face them, too focused on watching your frame disappear into the crowd.
“Absolutely no clue, honestly.”
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You huff a sigh as you press send on the seventh email of the night, overwhelmed with the current workload as a company presentation approaches. James is in the living room watching tv, decompressing from his own work day. He gets a call, and there’s some back and forth before he’s knocking at the office door. Approaching with the phone to his ear and a sympathetic smile at your hunched form.
“Dove, lads want to know if you’ll make it out tonight.”
“I don't know.” You purse your lips, considering your options as you make a correction to your project.
“She's not sure, finishing up work,” a pause as he awaits response. “What do you mean I might as well not come?” You laugh at that, rubbing your temples to ease your stress. James comes up behind you to massage your shoulder with his free hand. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head with furrowed brows. “That won't convince her, and especially not me. I buy all her drinks, Black.” There's more conversation on the other line, one you still can't make out despite your boyfriends proximity. “Oh. Well that might.” James presses the phone to his chest and spins your chair so you’re facing him. Crouching down to level with you. “Pads says he’ll sign up for karaoke if you come out.” More talking on the phone has him pressing it to his ear again, grimacing. “Says they won't tolerate my moping if you aren't there.”
“Is he serious?” James rolls his eyes, though it’s not directed at you. This time you can make out the ‘that's my name’ cheekily shouted on the other line. Potter tilts your chin to meet his eyes, full of heartwarming sincerity.
“Up to you, lovely. No pressure.”
You hate how well he reads you. Practically visualizing the balance scale in your head, anxiously weighing your options. To be fair, you’ve been at it for hours, and have the rest of the weekend to make any last minute changes to the work.
“Give me an hour to get ready.” There’s muffled cheers through the phone, and your boyfriend doesn’t even try to conceal his pleased expression as he presses chaste kiss to your lips.
***********
You’re busy in the kitchen next time round. Adding freshly chopped vegetables to the sizzling pan whilst James stirs. It’s awfully domestic, a fondness your heart still hasn’t grown accustomed to.
You’re planning for a movie night. It’s been a long day and an even longer week, so a night in seems fitting. Music sounds softly from the record player across the room, Potter admires the way you hum along to the tune without thinking. He catches your frame with his free arm amidst your path to the fridge in search of more ingredients, nipping at the juncture of skin between your neck and shoulder despite your squirms. You pretend to resent his constant longing for affection, half-heartedly pushing against his bicep with muffled laughter into the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re unbearable, Potter.”
“Hardly.” You shut him up by feeding him a cherry tomato, knowing full well he’ll only eat them unless they're incorporated into a meal. He practically gags, lunging toward you in search of revenge. Heavy arms wrap around your waist to hoist you onto the counter, his hazel eyes narrowed with feigned betrayal. Your phone goes off just then, Lilly’s contact photo beams brightly beside you.
“Saved by the bell. You’re lucky.” You wave off his empty threats, bringing the phone to your ear with a delighted, albeit confused, smile.
“Hello?”
“Have you even bothered glancing at the group chat? You’re coming, aren’t you?”
Your doting boyfriend, nosey as he is, nudges himself between your knees once more. Lowering the heat on the stove to slow it’s cooking.
“Marlene’s hosting a girls night! Sort of last minute, I know. But we’re all in dire need of a shit talk and a drink, yeah?”
James rears his head back from where it’s situated against yours to hear better, beaming bright with a succinct nod.
“That does sound nice-”
“Lovely! James won’t mind driving you I’m sure.” Your mouth opens to speak before he’s leaning in close again.
“Not at all, anyone else need a ride?”
“Prongs, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. But no, thank you. We should be alright. See you around 8, y/n. Dress code is strictly pajamas, by the way.”
“Great, thanks Lill’s.” The call ends just in time for the red head to miss James clashing his lips into yours. Grin never leaving his face as his hands take your head in their hold. You pout despite him.
“What about our movie night? You’re not upset?”
“Not at all, lovely. I love that they love you, and I’m even happier that I was right.”
“And our raincheck?”
“Tomorrow. When you’re hungover and grumpy and I can smother you to my hearts content.” You adjust his glasses and his hair, feeling unworthy of his selfless nature. “I’m just wondering when my mates decided they fancy your company over mine.”
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James is enthralled in the rom-com you’d begged him to watch during your marathon. The same one he guaranteed he wouldn’t watch unless you forced him, and promised he’d save for tomorrow. He’s nearing the end and still debating whether he should fess up or pretend to be watching it for the first time when you accompany him. His phone buzzes beside him, a click as he answers before even glancing at the contact.
“Yes?”
“Hey, Jamie.” Your smile is evident in your voice, light and airy. Potter’s brows shoot upward at the nickname, one rarely used unless you’re-
“I’m a little drunk.” It’s a whisper, some sacred secret he’s elated in receiving. Cheeks burning with the knowing grin adorning his features as he stands. Patting pockets and tossing round pillows in search for his keys.
“Things are wrapping up there, sweetheart?”
“I think so. Most of the girls are staying over. They're really nice, Jamie. I think they like me.” His grin grows impossibly bigger, heart thrumming with pure love as you hiccup between words.
“I’m sure they do, lovely. Very hard not to. Did you want to stay?” There's a pause, a shuffle on the other end. As if you’ve switched ears.
“I thought about it...” He cocks his head, awaiting your conclusion. “But I think..” Another pause.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I miss you.” The three words elicit more emotion than winning the Quidditch cup. Without a doubt.
“Yeah?”
“Only a bit.” You’re shy, then. Distracted by an eruption of laughter and a shout of your name in the background.
“Only a bit? I’ll leave you girls to it, then.”
“James-”
“Only joking, Dove. Give me twenty minutes, yeah?”
“Drive safe, please.”
“Always. I’ll text you when I’m there.”
**********
“Potter!” Dorcas points a wobbly finger toward the man leaning against his car at the curb, eyes narrowed. “You’re stealing her from us?” You’re too busy giving a second round of farewell hugs to notice him just then.
“She was mine first, you know.”
“Nonsense.” Mary crosses her arms in mock defense. “We’ve turned her to the dark side.” It’s then you face his direction, unable to conceal how quickly your face lights up. Swiftly enclosing the space between you and nearly knocking him over with the force of your hug. He presses an array of kisses to the top of your head, and extra couple to your lips before he pulls you in again. Sticking his tongue out victoriously to the girls ahead.
“They’re so in love, it’s nauseating.” Dorcas is all smiles as she speaks her mind. Her and Marlene approaching Potter as he opens the door for you. Unnecessarily reaching over to clasp your seatbelt himself.
“You better take care of this one, Prongs.” Mary nudges the much taller brunette with complete sincerity. Doing her best to seem intimidating.
“Right.” Dorcas nods along, eyes trailing his form as he rounds toward the drivers side. “If you fuck it up and its between you and her, we’re choosing her.” James can’t help but laugh, arms raised in surrender as his eyes instinctively fall onto you.
“I wouldn’t blame you, honestly. I’d choose her too.” Its a chorus of gags at this, though Potter’s too enveloped in your abashed demeanor to care.
“Off my property, the two of you. You’re sickening.”
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think of me fondly (levi x reader)
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Gender-neutral!Reader Summary: Levi's having trouble adjusting to his missing fingers for a certain task. You offer him a hand. (Literally.)
Also posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51864445
Levi’s apartment is completely dark when you let yourself in. You can’t hear anything from his bedroom and no light is peeking out from under the door, but Levi doesn’t nap often, so you knock gently before opening the door and stepping in. “Levi?”
Levi, eyes squeezed tightly shut and hand moving quickly under his blankets, doesn’t notice your quiet voice or entry.
Holy shit.
A mouthwatering flush has spread down his neck to his bare chest, and some of his dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. Though you look away after a few frozen seconds, the image is seared into your brain. Warmth coils low in your belly.
What do you do? If you shut the door and knock louder, you won’t be able to pretend you hadn’t seen anything once you make eye contact with him. You’re a terrible actor. But that would be better than him seeing you standing there like a pervert, face averted but blushing furiously.
With the arousal slowing your thought process, you decide too late. Levi’s eyes flicker open, and in your periphery, his whole body freezes.
An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air for a few heartbeats.
Your tongue feels abnormally clumsy as you rush to apologize. “Levi, I’m so sorry, I was careless and didn’t wait before opening the door and I can just go, I’ve been intruding so often—”
“Oi.”
You peek up from under your lashes at him. He’s glaring at his hands.
“Don’t you dare disappear on me. I can’t—I knew you were coming, but I lost track of time. Can’t get off with these shitty injuries.”
“Oh.” That hadn’t occurred to you. Though you’re plenty open with each other, the two of you don’t talk about sex or romance; he doesn’t seem like the type to be interested in anyone, so you’ve always avoided the topic in fear of heartbreak.
You mean to tease him to restore your usual dynamic as friends, but what comes out of your mouth instead is mortifying. “Would you want any help with that?”
What the absolute fuck was that?
He gapes at you. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No,” you grimace. You definitely don’t want to make your feelings known, but he’s in an incredibly vulnerable position, and you prioritize his feelings over your own pride, so: “I’m being serious. I like you a lot.”
Levi’s quiet for a moment, then smiles faintly. “Come here, then.”
Giddy disbelief bubbles up in you, and you can’t dispel the huge grin on your face as you hop onto the bed. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly reach up to cradle his jaw and lean in. Your eyes flutter shut, and your lips meet so gently it makes your heart ache.
“Does this mean you like me too?” you murmur.
Levi nods solemnly.
In response, you kiss him again. You tentatively run the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip, and he releases a quiet, breathy moan. It emboldens you to lick in further, past his soft lips to touch his tongue. The two of you sigh simultaneously, and you shift closer to him. His body heat is delicious, as is his mouth. You can’t get enough. Desperation smolders in your chest, and Levi must feel similarly, because he caresses your hip, then grasps it to pull you closer. Your hand lands on his chest to balance yourself, so you can feel his heart slam against his ribcage. It fills you with a gooey warmth, and you smile against his lips.
At the feeling of your smile, Levi whines and thrusts his hips up minutely. You rest your weight against Levi, sliding your hand down his perfect chest and flat stomach before hovering your fingers over his cock.
Levi tilts his head back and pants, eyes heavy-lidded. “Touch me,” he pleads.
You shove down the covers and look down both your bodies to watch your fingers gently wrap around his shaft. He gasps and arches up.
You squeeze, and he groans. You drag a finger through his slit, gathering up pre-come, and watch him as you slip your finger into your mouth to taste. Levi makes a small noise at the back of his throat and impatiently tugs at your wrist.
Obligingly, you lick your palm and move your hand back down. You spread the pre-come that’s been steadily leaking from his slit to lubricate a firm stroke from base to tip, and he moans lowly at the contact. You begin to pick up your pace, relishing the silky feel of him. An unbearable heat is gathering in your core as you pant into each other’s mouths.
It feels like only a minute has passed when he tenses up and pushes you back.
“Wait,” he says, voice strained. “I’m already close.”
You press your thighs together. “God, that's hot,” you breathe. “Can I…?” You move down the bed. From here you notice Levi’s chest rise and fall more rapidly. His pupils are blown as you hold his cock to your lips, the steel blue of his irises barely visible.
“God, yes.”
You circle your fingers around the base of his cock and lave at the head, admiring how it glistens in the dim light coming from the window.
“Fuck,” Levi moans.
You take him into your mouth until he touches your throat, bob your head once, twice, and—
“Shit! Wait!”
You look up at him and suck, not slowing down.
“Oi!” Levi tugs at your hair desperately. “I’m going to—”
Before he can finish his sentence, he releases a guttural groan and curls into himself. His cock pulses against your tongue and bitter warmth spills into your mouth. Levi shakes and gasps as he comes apart, gripping your hair. You watch the pleasure contort those beautiful features before his face smooths out and he falls back onto the bed, breathing heavily.
Once he catches his breath and looks down at you, you swallow. He flops his head back and groans, hiding his red face in his arm. Then, something seems to occur to him, and he sits up to glare at you.
“Don’t make fun of me for how fast that was. It’s been a while.”
“It was hot!” you protest.
“I didn’t think you’d want me to come in your mouth. Disgusting,” he says.
It certainly doesn’t look like he’s disgusted. In fact, he looks rather pleased.
You lie down next to him, replacing the covers, and kiss his cheek. It turns a lovely pink at the affection. Levi turns his back to you and shuffles backward and, following his cue, you turn onto your side as well and wrap an arm around him. You press your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder and inhale. Contentment settles in your bones.
“That actually was kind of embarrassing for you. Also, you couldn’t have used your other hand or something?”
“You think I haven’t tried? Just shut up and cuddle me, asshole.”
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I’m in love with the way you write Eddie! I have so many thoughts of him in my head and you’re the perfect person to make them come alive! Can I get one where Eddie or reader have a bad day and the other can always tell and they have a nice hot bath together and have naked cuddles because they love to feel each other with no barriers cause they’re so deeply in love? Could include smut but that’s up to you, if you can’t write it that’s okay but have a great day!
AN | What if you and Eddie had a horrible, no good, very bad day? He’d make it all better 🥰
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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With a heavy sigh, you walked through the front door of your apartment, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse by the door. You couldn't be bothered to properly put them away, despite your natural tendency towards order.
You walked into the living room and flopped onto the big, fluffy couch and pulled out your phone. A frown crossed your features when you realized there was nothing from Eddie. No missed calls, no texts, and no silly little memes. It was…odd to say the least and definitely didn't help the sour mood you were in.
You hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. Fortunately your question was soon answered when the door opened and Eddie stomped inside, groaning heavily as he walked towards the kitchen. You perked up and peeked over the couch to get a better look at your lover. He looked just as tired and run down as you felt. You hated that.
"Hey love," you crawled off your comfy spot on the couch and made your way over to him. He only made a small sound of exasperation as you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, "missed you today."
He mumbled something you couldn't quite hear as he clung onto you. You rocked him gently back and forth, pressing kisses to his shoulders. Eddie brought your hand to his lips, and kissed your palm, chasing you to lean into him with a soft sigh.
"What's wrong, love?" You held him for a little bit longer, refusing to move until he was ready to. In all truthfulness, you needed these moments of stillness just as much as he did.
"It's just been…" he slowly turned around so he was facing you, a half-hearted smile on his face. You reached up and put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek, "its been a day. A long, shitty day. I'm a bad boyfriend. How was your day, sweetheart?"
"Well, I hate to rain on your parade and make your day even worse but…I've had a terrible day too," you gave him a tight lipped smile and he wasted no time in wrapping you up in a big bear hug, allowing you to bury yourself into him. You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips as he picked you up and set you on the counter, "Eddie!"
"Not sorry," he insisted as he took your face gently in his hands, proceeding to gently pepper kisses all over your face. You couldn't hide your giggles at the feather light feeling of his lips blessing your skin, "I'm sorry you had a bad day, baby. Wanna talk about it?"
"Not right now," you shrugged lightly, "I have an idea instead…"
"Takeout from that Mexican place down the street?"
"Yes! And…"
"Shitty horror movies?"
"Duh," you looked at him with big, soft eyes and he chuckled fondly before slowly exhaling, "what do you say?"
"I say…go and put on pajamas and I'll call to order," you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He understood you on a level no one else ever had. You loved him. You adored him.
"I love you," you beamed at him and already his day was a million times better, "I'll set out some pajamas for you too."
"Good," he helped you off the counter and slowly nudged you in the direction of the bedroom, "now get going! No time to waste."
"Aye aye, captain!"
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"I wish we could stay like this forever," you grumbled, burrowing your face into Eddie's sweater. It was the same one you often loved to steal - it always managed to hold his scent no matter how often it was washed. You were both sprawled on the couch, with you being the little spoon and Eddie curled around you. A heap of warm, fluffy blankets covered both of you, and it was all enough to almost lull you to sleep.
You heard him chuckle softly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "yeah, me too baby."
"I'm being serious," you shuffled around with a huff so you were facing him. He nodded seriously, unable to contain his grin at the little pout you gave him, “don’t mock me, Edward.”
“I’m not,” he promised softly, stroking your cheek softly, “if it was an option, I’d stay here all day too. Trust me.”
“Today sucked,” you whispered softly, “but I don’t want to bog you down even more.”
“Tell me about it,” his hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into your soft skin underneath your sweater, “I wanna hear all about it.”
“Okay,” you inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly, “my alarm didn’t go off this morning after you left and I overslept and was late to work. My boss was on one and basically yelled at me and then made it seem like everything wrong in her life was my fault. I met with a new client and she wasn’t any better and wouldn’t listen to any reason and then stormed out and wouldn’t get back to me. I spilled coffee all over my shirt, a rock on the freeway chipped my windshield and I’m in the throes of PMS. My body and mind and soul are tired and worn out.”
“Baby,” he cooed tenderly after a few moments had passed. You felt silly getting so upset but you had to blink back your tears. It really did feel like it was one thing after the next and it had really beaten you down, “I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that today. You didn’t deserve all of that. What can I do?”
“Nothing,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, brushing your nose against his, “just being here with you makes everything better. Plus the food helped too, but it was mostly you.”
“Whatever I can do to help. You just tell me, yeah?”
“I will,” you gently ran a hand through his dark curls, lightly scratching at his scalp in the way you knew he loved, “tell me about your day. I wanna help you too.”
“Well, I got a flat on the way to work, half my employees called out and we’re busier than ever, I ran out of coffee and someone brought in their beloved vintage car that I absolutely cannot fix and I had to tell him the bad news. It did not go over well,” he sighed softly before making a small noise as if to say what are you gonna do? You hummed in agreement with his definition of a shitty day, “it wasn’t the best day but it could have been worse.”
“My love,” you curled up into him as best as you could, which basically ended with you lying on top of him. Not that he would ever complain about that of course, "I'm sorry you had a rough day. Guess we both had really shitty days."
"Yeah," he said softly, "solidarity, I guess. But this is already making my day so much better. You make everything better."
"But the food helps?"
"The food helps," he agreed with a small laugh, "you know what else might help?"
"Hmm?"
"A long hot shower and all the cuddles," he wrapped his arm around your waist as he slowly sat up but keeping you wrapped to his chest, "what do you think?"
"I think that sounds perfect," your vehement agreement quickly turned into a squeal as he picked you up and started to head to the bathroom, "don't drop me, Edward!"
“This already feels a million times better,” the feeling of the hot water hitting your tired body definitely helped to ease away some of the stress of the day. It didn’t hurt either that Eddie was right next to you. You reached for the shampoo and popped the top open, "let me?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he pressed a sloppy kiss to your check, "now let's get these clothes off…"
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A smile stretched up the corner of his mouth as he sweetly nodded. You put a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him around so you could focus your attention on him. You poured out the shampoo and started to scrub his scalp, making sure to get all of his hair but also making it more of a massage than anything. Eddie was practically melting as he made some small sounds of satisfaction. Your hands felt like heaven in his hair.
"Does it feel good?"
"Like fuckin' heaven, baby," he groaned as you moved him to stand under the warm stream of water to finish, "I'd have you do this every day if I could."
"I'd do it every day if I could," you promised softly, making sure all of his hair was sud free before grabbing the conditioner, "gotta let this one soak in a little bit, okay love?"
"Mhmm," he hummed in content before grabbing your body wash, "your turn, angel. Lemme take care of you."
"You don't have-"
"The fuck I don't," he scoffed playfully, getting the body wash ready in his hands before putting them on you. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose before he started to run his hands gently along your body. His touch was soft and so tender that it almost brought tears to your eyes. It wasn't even that there was anything sexual about it - it was the sheer intimacy of the moment.
"Eddie…"
"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," you took the opportunity to hug him, pulling his body against yours, warm, soft suds getting on both of you, "can we stay in here forever?"
"Maybe not forever, but definitely until we're prunes," you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter, "plus we gotta wash all this off."
"Fine," you pouted at him, and he took his time to kiss, letting his lips linger against yours, "you're not doing anything to help me want to actually move or get out."
"I've got two words that might incentivize you…"
"Hmm….?"
"Naked cuddles," he whispered in your ear, almost laughing at the eager look in your face, "yeah, there's my girl."
"To be fair, Edward," you switched spaces with him so you could wash the suds from your body, "I want anything and everything with you. I'm kind of madly in love with you."
"That's disgusting," he teased softly, "cause I'm kinda in love with you and adore you."
"The grossest," you agreed, "let's get to it, mister."
"Yes, ma'am!"
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"C'mon," Eddie nudged you towards the warm bed, causing you to giggle as he tickled your sides. You dropped your towel and eagerly climbed and eagerly climbed into the warm nest of blankets. Eddie followed you, running a towel through his dark curls before throwing it and towel around his waist to the side, "oh yes, this is perfect."
"I agree," you couldn't stifle your yawn as he wrapped his arms around you and tucked you into his body. He was so warm and soft and smelled delicious from your body wash. This might have been your version of heaven, "don't ever wanna leave."
"Mhmm," he pressed a row of soft kisses to your shoulder. You made a small sound of contentment, "I'm sorry you had a shit day."
"I'm sorry you had a bad day too," you whispered, "but this - you - have made my whole day better. Way better."
"You've made my day too," he closed his eyes and burrowed further into his pillow, "I love you, angel. Try and get some rest - tomorrow will be better."
"I love you too, Eddie. So much."
It wasn't long before both of you were soundly asleep and feeling a million times better.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson one shot#joseph quinn#st
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Childhood Crush
Chapter 14: Magnesium
Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: ayeo fuck kese amirite???? this isn't the chapter i was crying over btw also i definitely have this queued to post at like 2am bc i feel like that's my brand so i'm deffo passed out rn cause i open LMFAO next
Dead? He told everyone you were dead? Now you were even more confused than before. Why the hell would he say something like that? It only drove the question more - why the hell did he want you out of the picture? Is that why Eustass seemed to go off the deep end? Cause his level of recklessness did just suddenly spike out of nowhere. Was that when he received the false news?
Your head was spinning but you had to focus on the task at hand. While you were running, you felt something land on your shoulder and you stopped. It was a bird - not any bird, but Myra’s bird. One she sent when she had urgent news. You couldn’t help but be nervous.
You untied the letter attached to its foot, opening it carefully and reading it. As the words sunk in, you started laughing. Was she fucking joking? “C’mon, My. You could’ve told me that from the beginning.”
Dear y/n,
I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this in person - I just didn’t know how. So, I set up a fake mission to get you to find your brother. You always seemed hesitant to leave our island - to leave Lily and I, so I figured this was the only way to get you to reunite with him. I knew you would keep putting it off, claiming that you needed to get stronger. I hope you forgive me for lying to you.
There is no flower that we need for a breakthrough - there’s nothing in Wano that we need. I just knew your brother was there and knew you were missing him. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
My sincerest apologies,
Myra.
At the very bottom was Lily’s name written as well. You were sure she just wanted to feel included. You smiled fondly at the letter. “Oh, My. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled a pen pad and pen out of your pocket, writing a quick response before sending the bird off again. Impressive it was able to find you in all this chaos, honestly.
You made sure to let her know you weren’t mad and thanked her for everything. The whole thing was just hysterical. Myra was terrible at talking about feelings of any kind. A lot of people claimed she couldn’t feel normal emotions like a normal human, but she just couldn’t express them. She was rigid and came off cold, but you knew better. She had her own way of caring.
Obviously. She arranged a whole fake mission just to reunite you with your brother. You tucked away the letter, knowing you’d probably end up just keeping it. A keepsake along with the knife. Huh, maybe you were getting sentimental. Eh, whatever.
Well, now what? You spend a considerable amount of time looking for this damn flower that didn’t exist. And your brother is probably long gone from the place that he was at.
You suddenly felt something jump on to you from up above, yelping as you tumbled to the ground with whatever it was. After a moment of rolling around and a few scrapes with something sharp, you pinned it to the ground.
“Dive!?” Your eyes widened as you saw the small woman struggling against your grip. “Get fucking off of me!” She cried. Confusion took over your features. “Dive! It’s me!”
“No, it can’t be! You’re dead!” She eventually stopped struggling. That’s when you noticed her lip quivering and the tears in her eyes. “Who are you and why do you have their face?”
You stared at her for a long moment, processing. Right. Kese told all of them that you were dead. You let out a small sigh, sitting back and letting her go. “It’s me, Dive. I don’t know why Kese told everyone I died.” She sniffled, glaring at you.
“I don’t believe you.” She slowly sat up, wincing. You noticed a cut on her arm. “Here, let me tend to it.” You reached out and she pulled away suddenly, seemingly to distrust you. You frowned.
“Dive. I promise you. It’s me.” You tried to think of something to help your case, then you remembered. You lifted up your pant leg, showing her a clear bite mark scar. “When we met, I startled you so bad that you bit the shit out of me. I couldn’t walk right for a week.”
Dive’s eyes widened and tears started falling. “It really is you!” She threw herself into your arms as she sobbed, burying her face in your chest. You held her there, comforting her. Fuck, why did Kese do this? What the hell was his angle?
After Dive calmed down enough, she pulled away. “So, are you coming back with us?” A soft smile spreads across your face and you nod. “Of course.” She grinned widely. “Good. Everyone is going to be so fucking happy you’re alive.”
You stood up with Dive, looking around. “I heard the captain is fighting Big Mom with that other pirate captain - we should go find them!” She pulled you down the hallway and you followed behind her.
“Dive?” The both of you stop as you see Heat and Wire coming out of one of the many hallways that seemed to be in this maze of a place. They both tensed when they saw you. “Dive…get away from them.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was getting old fast. Sure, you understood why everyone was cautious but you were getting annoyed and honestly you couldn’t wait to kick some ass. Well, specifically Kese’s ass.
“No! It’s really them! The-”
“For all we know, they could be some kind of devil fruit user.”
You looked at Wire as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Remember when we were kids? There was the snapping turtle incident? You know? The one where it bi-”
They were both over in moments, covering your mouth with their hands. “Okay! Okay!” You couldn’t help but start cackling behind their hands. They let you go, staring at you for a moment. They took you in and you sighed. “You’re making me uncomfortable,” you grumbled.
You suddenly felt them both wrap their arms around you and you yelped, almost taking a tumble to the ground, but catching yourself at the last moment. You patted their backs, keeping your own tears back. Mostly because you just missed the shit out of everyone. Besides, you knew these two for such a long time and now seeing them after being gone…
“Alright, alright,” you said, sniffling and pulling away from them. Now wasn’t the time to be sentimental - there was a wholeass war going on.
“We don’t understand…” Heat said, shaking his head. “Why would Kese tell everyone you’re dead?” Wire was just as confused. You shook your own head. “That’s what I’m going to try to figure out.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. You supposed you understood getting you off the ship…actually…no you fucking didn’t. Why has he been out to get you since the fucking get go?
“When the captain received that letter…” Wire frowned. You blinked. “Letter? What letter?” He looked at you. “Kese gave it to him. Apparently there was a letter sent by the lab you were at, saying that you had died on a mission. It included some newspaper clipping as well. There was a picture of you and everything.”
Your eyes widened. A picture? How the fuck did he pull that off? Why was he going through such lengths to do such a thing? Nothing was making any fucking sense.
“The captain went on a rampage after that,” Dive chimed in with a frown. “That’s when he ended up fighting Shanks. Shanks had tried to stop his rampage and the captain lashed out at him and…well…” She shrugged, assuming you knew the rest. You frowned, indicating that you did, in fact, know the outcome.
“Killer also seemed to change quite a bit. He wasn’t the level headed vice captain we all grew up with. Seemed to not have much care for what happened to him. It grew reckless… He kinda stopped cooking too. It was…” Heat shook his head. “Bad.”
You stood there, shocked. Bewildered. Dumbfounded. So, your guess was right. When your brother started to grow more reckless, that’s when he received the fake news. Also, you weren’t expecting to hear all this about Killer. Stopped cooking? You just couldn’t imagine it. But…you just couldn’t fucking figure out why. It was so weird, so confusing. What would Kese gain from all this?
“It’s so fucking good to see you,” Heat said with a large smile, hugging you again. You patted his back and smiled. “It’s good to see you guys too. I just wish you all didn’t think I died. That’s definitely making everything much harder.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pulled away from Heat.
“Well, let’s head to wherever Tungsten is now. I saw him earlier, but at this point I’m not sure if he’s fully convinced what he saw was real - same with Killer.” Their expressions were bored into your skull. Well, Eustass’. But you knew that Killer must’ve felt the same way. You could just feel it.
Wire nods. “Follow me.” And you do. You slowly find more and more crew members on the way, all of them absolutely overjoyed to see you. Gig nearly crushed you when he picked you up, sobbing as he hugged you. You almost died for real. That would’ve been incredibly awkward - surviving death allegations only to die by affection.
The only people you were missing at this point were Killer, Bubblegum, and Pomp. And the man of the hour - Kese. Though, someone mentioned he was watching the ship. Everyone seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to say anything to him and just let you and Eustass deal with his ass.
Eventually, you made it to the room where Eustass was fighting Big Mom. You arrived just in time to see him summon a behemoth of some kind of a machine. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold before you. You’d never really watched your brother fight before, but you knew it wasn’t to this calibur.
“Holy fucking shit,” you mumbled. “Impressive, right?” You looked over to Heat and nodded. “Yeah. When the fuck did that happen?” He shrugged. “This is definitely a newer one, but this was the only good thing that came out of…everything that happened. Awakened his devil fruit n’ all.” Your own face darkened. You still couldn’t believe that Kese just…lied to everyone. About something of that caliber too.
You needed to see this letter. To see this…picture.
While Eustass was fighting, you started patching everyone up. The lot of you stayed out of the way and you figured there was a better way to pass the time besides just sitting and watching. The fight seemed to be almost over anyway. With the amount of yelling and big attacks happening, you knew the fight was drawing to a close.
“Aren’t you worried, y/n? You seem rather calm about the fight right now,” Wire said. You looked at him, shaking your head. “Says the man who never shows any kind expression.” You snorted before answering his question. “I’m not worried in the slightest though. I have faith in my brother. They’ll win.”
It wasn’t long after that that he had done just that. They won. You head over to your brother with the rest of the crew, cries and shouts to be heard. You stop next to him, kneeling down and smiling. “Good job, Tungsten.” You started to patch him up quickly. He just stared at you. “You…really are back, Bigs? It wasn’t a sick delusion earlier?” You shook your head. He let out a breathless chuckle as he seemed to process it, staring up at the ceiling.
“They’re really back, captain!” Dive chimed in. You saw as tears welled in Eustass’ eyes and he covered his face with his arm. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. You didn’t say much, just working on patching him up. You knew he was more than likely crying, but he wasn’t about to display that kind of emotion. You let him be.
Suddenly, you heard a command come from a large dragon that came crashing from above. Was that Kaido? He was a fucking dragon? An order came to attack your brother and the other captain from the other crew. You stood up, pulling out your own blades as people began to run towards the lot of you.
“Like fucking hell I’ll let them hurt you.”
Though, not much was able to happen before a large hand came down, grabbing Kaido and yoinking him right back out of the ceiling. You blinked, looking back at your brother who was sitting up. He looked just as confused as you, shaking his head and shrugging. “Luffy - I’m assuming.” You blinked. The Strawhat guy? Man, you really were missing a lot of important pieces of information right now, but you weren’t about to dwell on it.
It seemed everyone was distracted after that. A few people tried to come after Eustass, but you took them down with ease. You saw him stand up at the corner of your eye. “You better sit the fuck back down, Tungsten!” You turned around and glared at him and he returned the sentiment. “I’m fucking fine - chill out!”
“You just took a fuckin’ beating. You don’t need to be standing!” You marched back over to him, letting the others worry about what stragglers tried to attack.
“But I won!”
“Well, that’s not what I fucking said is it?”
“What the fuck are you getting on about?”
“I’m here to patch you up, no matter the damage. Now just accept my generosity before I let you bleed out!”
“Why are you fucking yelling at me?!”
“I’m not yelling!”
Just like that - the two of you are back to your old ways of arguing. To anyone else but the crew, it probably looked like yet another fight was about to break out, but to your crew members, they couldn’t have been happier to see the sight before their eyes. They all had smiles on their faces and some of them were even laughing about it. “Finds out y/n is alive and the first thing they do is argue. They’re really related,” you heard Wire muse.
“Why the hell are you mad at me!” You shouted, drowning out background noise.
“I’m not mad - I’m just shocked!”
“Well-”
“Well what? What could you possibly have to say now? More yelling? You’ve done enough of that!”
“I’ve got two years’ worth of scoldings to catch up on!”
“What the fuck does that mean!”
“It means-”
“Alright.” A third party interjects as you suddenly feel yourself being lifted off the ground. “Killer!” you shouted, immediately beginning to squirm. Eustass just laughed at you. “Ha! Serves you right for yelling for no reason!”
“Just ‘cause ass is in your name don’t mean you gotta act like one!” you shout from over Killer’s shoulder as he carries you away from your brother.
“Oh my fucking god - there are two of them,” you hear a voice say. Your eyes land on Trafalgar Law who looks absolutely horrified at the scene before him. You flip him off. “Mind ya business, asshole.”
“Real threatening coming from the person being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.”
“Why you fuckin- Killer let me at him!” You start struggling only to feel his grip on you tighten and you immediately give up.
“Absolutely not.”
He does, however, finally put you down once there’s distance in between you and your brother. You dust yourself off and straighten yourself out with a sigh before folding your arms. You looked at Killer with a small glare. “I was just trying to help,” you grumbled.
Then you heard it. You fucking heard what haunted you from your encounter in the snow. You tensed as the laugh rang through the air and your head snapped up, looking around for that deranged swordsman.
It fucking hit you like a fucking freight train.
Your eyes widened as you slowly looked at Killer, whose shoulders were shaking along with the haunting laughter. “Killi?” Your voice was soft as you slowly walked towards him. He stepped back and you paused for a moment. You looked over to your brother whose attention had also been grabbed by the sound of Killer’s new haunting laughter. It seemed to reverberate in a way that stuck with you.
It was hollow and emotionless. Not like the genuine laughter that it used to be. This was not the laugh you had fallen in love with. It was a twisted ghost of something you once enjoyed.
“Killer, what happened?” Before really thinking, you outstretched your arm towards his helmet but he quickly grabbed your arm - which happened to be the bandaged one and you hissed softly, pulling your arm away. He paused in his own movements as well.
His own hand reached out and took your arm gently, looking at your bandages. “Did I do this?” You looked at him, confused. Wait…was that shot in the dark theory you had true? You assumed he was just affected by whatever that swordsman was infected with. Was Killer and that swordsman the same person?
“No? It was some crazy swordsman in-”
“I did this…” You could hear the realization in his voice as it also hit you, but you’re still in denial. There was no way they were the same person. The dead look in his eyes. The look of bloodlust and just…
“Killer, no-”
“I did.” He ripped off his helmet and you gasped - mostly just out of shock from his sudden movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. The bandages were gone, yes. But that smile, that haunting, empty smile stretched across his face. It looked absolutely painful. You reached your hands up towards his face and he pulled back, that damn cackle ringing out from him.
You caught his face in your hands anyway, brushing his hair out of his face to get a whole view of him. “What did they do to you?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. You watched as he cackled, the smile and the noise not matching the pure sadness his eyes were portraying. You saw the tears forming in his eyes. He was clearly in pain. Surely it wasn’t comfortable to have your face stretched and contorted in such a way permanently.
There had to be something someone could do about this.
Before you could say much more, Killer pulls away, putting his helmet back on his head. Eustass joins the two of you and you look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother blinks as the blame of your conversation was pointed at him. He just holds up his hands in a surrender-like way.
“It wasn’t his fault, y/n…” You look back at Killer. “I’ll…explain later.” You stare at him for a moment before looking at your brother who also has a dark expression on his face. You nod, looking back at Killer. “Fine. I’ll let it be - for now.” “We have something to take care of anyway.” The two of them nod, knowing exactly what, or who you are referring to.
#hopefully y'all like it#cause the next one is where we get to The Confrontation frfr#it'll probably take a lil bit bc i definitely pulled the 'kese told us you died' out of my ass at the last second#i was possessed frfr#kid said that not me#but i figured it out#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#killer one piece#killer x reader#massacre soldier killer#am fics#cc
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Panic attacks
This is a Jack x Belle imagine that wad anonymously requested of me!
I hope you all enjoy it, I don't normally write character x character imagine so I apologize if it's not all you hope or hoped.🤍🤍🤍
In this imagine Jack had a ⚠️panic attack⚠️ and Belle learns about what they are as he is having one.
Whoever requested this I really hope you enjoy.
Jack’s POV
The surgery will begin in 20 minutes. I was nauseous, this was going to be one of the most important surgeries of my career. “Dawkins are you alright?” Hetty questioned me gently, setting a hand on my shoulder.
I shook her off, “I’m fine.”
“Glad to see you haven’t started without me.” Belle smiled as she walked through the door, I forced a subtle smile only glancing before continuing to arrange my instruments.
“Are you okay?”
“Why?”
“You're a little shaky, and you’ve got some sweat.” She wiped my forehead with her handkerchief, looking rather worried.
“I’m alright milady.”
I glanced at the clock “10 more minutes.” I muttered in a panic. A wave of heat crashed down upon me starting from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet. I pinched the bridge of my nose feeling myself sway back and forth. “Jack.” It was Belle, I couldn’t let her see me in a panic, it would scare her, I can’t have someone I feel so fondly for scared of me.
“Yes?” I heard my voice echo and a loud ringing began to play.
“Jack, what’s wrong?” That look she gave me made me melt, she was genuinely worried about me. I felt terrible. My head shook as I felt time slow for a split second. “I just need to use the restroom.” I hurried off, instead making my way into my small living quarters and splashing cool water in my face before dabbing it dry with my sleeve.
Belle’s POV
Jack had been gone far too long, the surgery was starting soon, Belle watched as the eager men piled in to watch the amazing Dr. Dawkins. “Excuse me Hetty, have you seen Dawkins?” She shook her head. “Last I saw him he was rushing up the stairs to his room.” Belle took off out the doors towards his room, what was going on?
She made it to his door gently knocking but getting no response.
“Jack, are you alright?” Once again there was no response but as she listened closely, small sobs became more and more apparent.
“Jack, I'm coming in.” She was met with a worrying sight and immediately rushed to his side. He was sitting on the floor, his back flat against the wall with his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. His breathing was intense and fast leaving almost no time for oxygen to enter his lungs, his hair and clothing, now drenched in sweat, and his cheeks with tears.
“B-Belle.” He gasped, gripping his chest
with his hands.
“What’s happening?” Tears welled in Belle’s eyes, was he dying and hadn’t told her?
“It’s. a. Panic. attack.” He managed to mumble, still hyperventilating.
“How do I help?” A tear ran down her cheek.
“Stay. calm. I’ll. be. okay.” Belle had never seen this much pain and worry in his eyes, it terrified her. But she nodded gently resting her hand on his cheek bringing their foreheads together while taking his hand to her heart.
“Just listen to my heartbeat okay? Close your eyes and listen.” She whispered, caressing his hand with her own.
Jack’s POV
I was now the one holding Belle, I had explained what happened. She was not having a panic attack, just extremely shocked and overwhelmed. “I’m sorry Belle, I didn’t want you to see me like that.” As I moved to look at her she did the same. “I’m glad I could help you, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
I shrugged. “Like I said, I was afraid I would scare you.”
She shook her head moving to bring us closer, “Jack, I was scared I was losing you. If you had told me sooner I would have known what to do.”
I nodded, “I know and I apologize, but for not knowing what to do you were wonderful.” I smirked as I lay a gentle peck on her nose. “Since we missed the surgery, do you mind staying a bit longer?” And she shook her head.
“Not at all.”
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orange juice and french toasts
pairing: joshua x reader
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, some humor/crack/whatever you'd call it near the end
warnings: mentions of alcohol, a bit of swearing, slightly suggestive (i think? i don't even know anymore)
notes: you want to kiss joshua so bad it makes you look stupid. that's all. also i've never been drunk in my life so pls forgive me if this is complete nonsense. i'm not good with titles either. picture credits
wc: 2850
For a moment you don’t even notice that your eyes are, in fact, open. The pale blue wall of Joshua’s apartment wasn’t part of your dreams.
You get up abruptly, still sitting on the bed. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t wake up after your sudden move, or that’s what you thought. When you start looking around for a way to slide out of the blankets without bothering him, Joshua puts his arms around you slowly, bringing you closer. Your back meets his bare torso and he hums, making you shiver. You’re wearing the pajama shirt he’s missing.
You remember stealing it from him, but at the same time… you don’t. Probably because after you got a little bit wasted from the wine you two had yesterday, at some point your mind tricked you by replaying last night events in your sleep, over and over again, until it got you thinking it was all a dream.
Now you’ve woken up with Joshua right by your side, he’s hugging you really tight -almost like he’s holding you hostage- and you don’t know what to do. All the things you did and all the things you said… Oh God, the things you may have said. You couldn’t tell which ones actually happened and which ones were made up by your intoxicated subconscious.
Interrupting you before you fall into a dangerous spiral of overthinking, you feel Joshua’s cold breath blowing behind your ear as he calls your name, and you let out a high pitch squeak that has you jumping to the other side of the bed. He surely finds it funny, because he can’t stop laughing at your reaction.
“Stop! You startled me!” You grumble, rubbing your neck because of the chilling sensation that doesn’t fade away.
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He asks, with a big smile on his face, still laughing a bit.
“It’s fine...”
“Really?” He lies down on his side, putting one arm over the pillow and supporting his head with his hand. “I think you're a bit tense.”
“I'm not.”
“Then come here.” He patted the spot right beside him. You pressed your lips together into a thin line, trying to hide whatever embarrassed expression your face wanted to portrait. It didn't work. That make the stupid grin on his face grow bigger. “Come on! I won’t bite... unless you-”
“Dear lord!” You buff and get closer to him, trying to mimic his posture, but you’re incapable of staring at him for more than five seconds. “This is uncomfortable.”
Rolling over to lie on your back and stare at the ceiling, you grab one of the pillows scattered across the mattress and start playing with the corners, hoping it can make you feel less self-conscious. Now he is the one getting closer, and closer. It looks like he's going to hover above you at any moment, but he just stays right by your side, looking fondly at you.
“So… About yesterday…” You speak, trying to avoid any awkward silence. “It was the first-”
“The first time you drinked a whole glass of wine, I know. You said that over a hundred times… after your third round.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Quite impressive for a beginner, if you ask me.” There's still a smirk on Joshua’s face, until he notices how tightly you're holding the pillow, and the red shade that grows on your cheeks. That makes him tone down his teasing “Don’t you feel hungover?”
“I’m fine, it's just... I had a weird dream.”
“How weird?”
“Just as much as everything I did last night, I guess…” You lower your voice. “That’s all I dreamed about.”
“It wasn’t weird.”
“It was terrible, Joshua.”
“It was fun! I’ve never seen you acting so straightforward before.”
“Oh, come on!” You get up to sit properly again, he still lies on his side. “Are you seriously okay with it?”
“I don't know, would you be here with me if I wasn’t?”
“You got drunk too!”
“Not that much! Can you even recall how we ended up like this?”
“Well…” Hugging the pillow again, you feel yourself shrinking out of shame between the sheets. “I don’t know…”
“Okay,” Joshua rises up to sit down as you did. To have you facing him properly, he reaches for your hand and pulls you closer with the sweetest smile he has. “Let me help you with that.”
Joshua closed the door behind him as he removed his long coat. He invited you to see a musical starring one of his friends. You loved it, and got the chance to congratulate the cast backstage. After all the introductions and the chit chat, you ended up leaving the theatre pretty late. Joshua lived close enough to come back by walking, but you missed the last bus home, so he insisted you stayed over.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I can call myself an uber.”
“You’re here already, don't worry about it.”
“Well, thanks for letting me take over your couch then."”
Joshua smiled, shaking his head. “You’ll sleep in my room, I’ll sleep in Jeonghan’s. He’s not coming back until tomorrow morning anyways.”
“But what if he arrives before you wake up? I don’t think he’ll appreciate it if you invaded his territory”
“I’ll take the risk.” With a small gesture, he encouraged you to go to the living room. “Now, make yourself home.”
“Thank you” You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the glee in your eyes, since it wasn’t that big of a deal to offer shelter to a friend… right? But the thought of spending more time with him always makes your heart get a bit excited. As you walked down the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the kitchen. “Would you… fancy a glass of wine?”
Joshua tilted his head in surprise. “Are you offering me some of my own wine? The same kind that you've always rejected many times before?”
“C’mon, I know it’s late but I can tell you’re craving it. And just for tonight, I don’t mind trying.”
“Alright, alright.”
And so, you stayed in the kitchen after pouring down some cups, talking about the songs you enjoyed the most from the play, about your favourite musicals, about going to see it again once Jeonghan arrived from his business trip… You didn’t even notice how your face was getting warmer and your head felt heavier, nor when you started to get a bit too honest with Joshua.
“You look really good right now…” You sighed “You always do. I mean, cause you are handsome and pretty and… all of that, you know?”
The way you were already stumbling over your own words made him chuckle under his breath. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m just saying, Shua! Sharing my thoughts.”
“Well, you look good too.”
You shook your head in strong disagreement. “Not even close.”
“You’re surprising me a lot today.” He couldn’t help to smile as he checked the watch on his wrist. “It's way past midnight and you haven't whined about being tired yet.”
“I guess I’m having too much fun.”
“Am I that entertaining?”
“You are.” You took another sip from your glass “It’s always fun, hanging out with you.”
“You have a lot of nice things to say about me tonight, huh?
“I always have a lot to say about you.”
Joshua tried to hold back another smile. “Go on, then.” He leaned back in his chair, giving you a challenging look that did more damage than the last sip of wine you took. “Keep sharing your thoughts.”
“Don't get so cocky.” You pointed a finger at him, standing up. “I’m not feeding your ego anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t do the same for me!” You walk around the kitchen table until you reach the bottle to refill your glass once again. Joshua follows you.
“Of course I can do it! What kind of friend do you think I am?”
“The kind that loves to tease the hell out of me.” You were pouring too much wine. “Aren’t you?”
“Just sometimes.” He carefully took the bottle out of your hands. You looked at him, raising your eyebrows. “Okay, maybe most of the time, but I can also be sweet and kind.”
“What about me?” You almost drank your whole cup in one go. Needed a little push to be able to not break eye contact with him. “Am I handsome and pretty like you?”
Joshua gave you a cheeky grin. “You’re gorgeous.”
You clicked your tongue. Didn’t sound convincing enough. “Am I also entertaining?”
“Yes you are.”
“Do you think I’m sweet and kind like you?”
“Way more than me.”
“And do you think I'm smart like you?”
“Smarter.” Joshua crossed his arms. “You know that I truly hold you in high esteem, right?”
“I know you don’t think about me half as much as I think about you.”
Joshua blinked. He didn’t expect you to go on like that. “What are you-”
“And that’s the problem!” You turn around with a sudden move, tumbling around the kitchen “You’re always on my mind lately and it’s driving me insane because- Because I wish I had the same effect on you!”
“Wait-”
“It’s not fair, Joshua! It’s not fair that it’s you because you’re too much and I’m not…”
You bumped into him as you were turning around again, spilling whatever bit of wine you had left on both of you and dropping the glass on the floor.
“I told you! It was terrible!” You groan at the feeling of your memories getting cleared up. Even the version you dreamed about feels less mortifying now. You wish to run away and hide, but Joshua doesn’t let you.
“Don’t be a baby! I didn't get to the best part yet!”
“The best part? How can you put it like that?”
“Just listen to me!”
You went really quiet after that small incident, while Joshua calmly suggested that it was time to get ready for bed. After cleaning up he led you to his bedroom, and there, after picking one up for himself, he handed you an old set of pajamas that would fit you better than anything else he had. You didn’t even know how you managed to dress up, because at that moment you were in a trance, trying to process what you had just blurted out of your mouth, but your brain didn’t cooperate. After a few minutes that felt like an hour, Joshua came back to check on you.
“Have you changed already?” He asked, after knocking the door.
“Yes.”
“Great.” He sneaked in to see you, a bit of concern on his face. “Do you need anything else?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Joshua leaned against the doorframe. His voice became smooth and reassuring. “Why would I be?”
With small, shy steps, you approached him. “I made a mess.”
“It’s just a red stain and a broken glass. I’ve seen it worse.”
“I also screamed a bunch of nonsense.”
“That got me thinking that you were the one mad at me for a moment.”
“I’m not!” You let out a big, deep sigh. “I’m only… mad at myself.”
He sighed too, but then smiled. “You should get some rest. And, just so you know…” He raised his hand to give you a little pat on your head. “I do think about you.”
After a second of hesitation, Joshua leaned over to give you a quick peck on your forehead. Only to turn around with a rushed "good night", leaving you standing at the door completely frozen in thought. But then, your legs started working on their own, running after him.
“Wait! Joshua!” You followed him into the second bedroom of the apartment, and only stopped when your hands reached his chest, tugging the collar of his pajama shirt. There was a moment of silence, until you finally looked him in the eyes. “I like yours more.”
You left him speechless again, but watching you unbutton his shirt so delicately after the way you just stared right into his soul caused him to giggle a bit. Your mood was swinging around like a pendulum, and maybe he should have stopped you, but he didn't want to. Once you were done, you turned your back to him, switched off the night lamp, and took off the previous shirt he borrowed you so you could put on the one you just stole. He looked away, still giggling, and didn’t turn back until you took his hand.
“Are you sure you’re not mad?”
He made you sit on the bed with him. “I can never be mad at you.”
“You’re too much, Joshua, too good.” You buried yourself in him with a tight hug. “I like you too much.”
At this point you probably look like your face is about to set itself on fire, so you decide to interrupt Joshua’s narration because you can’t bear hearing what's next coming from his mouth.
“And then… I… I kissed you...” you say, lowering your voice a few octaves, your hands partially covering your face.
“You didn’t.”
“What?”
“You just held my face like this.” He squished your cheeks between his palms.
“Oh.”
“And stared at me for a whole minute before falling asleep.”
“Okay.”
“It was adorable.”
“Alright! I get it!” You take his wrists to free yourself from his grasp “Guess that was… only part of my dream...”
“Really? So do you like me that much?”
You make another embarrassed face that has Joshua bursting into laughter one more time. When it comes to him, you’re always like an open book. Usually, he pretends he can’t see what’s going on by simply looking at your face, and waits till you’re ready to tell him yourself. This time it’s different, this time he’s growing impatient. But he doesn’t want to put any pressure on you, he’s only testing you somehow, wishing he could get to see you acting so bold again without any alcohol in your system. Joshua wanted more of you, every version of you. So, when you gather the courage to face him again, he pulls you back into his embrace, eyes fix on yours. He is so, so close, but you won't back down anymore.
“What about now?” He asks, voice sweet and mellow.
“About what?”
He taps his lips with his fingers. “Kiss.”
“Hum…”
“Come on, just tell me.”
“Don’t make me ask for it out loud.”
“It’s more fun that way.”
“Then tell me you like me too.”
He offers you the most tender smile, and leans in close to your ear. The three words he whispers softly hold more meaning than the ones you asked for, and you feel your lungs giving up.
“Joshua…”
Everything happens so fast. His lips take their place against yours, it only lasts one, two, three seconds. You couldn’t even try to register his own confession yet, but as you feel him moving away, your hands automatically pull him back.
Joshua goes to the point, pouring all of himself in your kiss. It seems like he’s going straight to your heart, and by the way it’s pumping out of your chest he’ll probably be able to reach it. You dive into the sensation, because it feels better than any dream you could ever have. It’s soft but also rough, it feels fresh but yet it burns. None of you wants to take a break, doing the impossible to bring each other even closer. Joshua gets greedy, mouth traveling down your neck to your collarbones while his hands are searching for your skin underneath the cotton shirt. There’s a certain electricity in his touch that lets a quirky sound escape from your lips.
“Someone's getting excited.”
“Shut up.”
“What the hell?”
Joshua frowns and looks up only to find his roommate, who is just as confused as him, standing with a big suitcase at the bedroom door. This is the first time so far this morning that he stops focusing on you, but it doesn’t take him too long to become aware of his surroundings and realize that you two are, in fact, in Jeonghan's room. “Oh, shit.”
“Nothing happened!” You shout.
“Are you kidding me?” You’ve never seen Jeonghan so shocked before. “Something WAS definitely happening five seconds ago!”
“Jeonghan, it's not like that.” says Joshua, jumping out of the bed.
“Don’t come near me, you perv!” Joshua steps back, holding his hands up. “Get out of my room!”
“You’re blocking the door!”
“Go!”
Jeonghan steps aside to let him make his way out, and then glances at you right when you’re trying to sneak out of his bed. If you dared to look him straight in the eye he would probably turn you into stone. You walk slowly to the door with your head down.
“Ah-ah-ah,” He takes another step to get in front of you. “You stay here and help me unpack my luggage. And you...” He turns back to Joshua, and before slamming the door in his face, he gives him one of his infamous evil grins. “Guess what I want for breakfast.”
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Love like ours is forever.
Summary: basically you can’t sleep and watch tiktok, soon Alcina wakes up and cuddles you and fluff fluff, sexy sexy. Idk I suck at these
Warnings: slight nsfw, fluff, kissing, cussing?
Also, this is not the NSFW one shot I’m still working on that one, but until then have this. (FYI. Fuck canon.)
Laying in bed with Alcina usually puts you right to sleep, no issue at all because being wrapped up in her arms felt so nice and her breathing would lure you right to sleep.
But in her sleep this particular night she rolled onto her side back facing you, you know it wasn’t her fault. She was sleeping! Her body must’ve wanted to move.
You stare at your wife’s back sadly, missing the way her arms would wrap around you and her giant body basically curl around you as if to protect you.
Sighing you close your eyes trying to fall asleep again but failing miserably. Your wide awake! As if it wasn’t 2 in the morning! Groaning you grab your phone from your nightstand and get blinded from it before quickly turning the brightness down and going on tiktok.
You never really used your phone around Alcina since she 1. Didn’t understand them, 2. Loathed modern technology.
Only thing that semi represents modern technology is the phone that Mother Miranda calls her on, or random business calls.
Which. She loathe, so you decided to just hide your iPhone from your wife. Not in a way that would seem suspicious just in a way to respect her.
You turned the volume down to the point only you could hear it and scooted to the other side of the bed. Far away from your wife to not disrupt her sleep,
Scrolling through you try not to laugh at some, and try not to cringe at others. Some time goes by and you don’t notice that Alcina had turned back over in her sleep and tried to grab onto you, but she quickly woke up when she didn’t feel you.
Opening her eyes , she lays there for a moment letting them adjust to such a bright light.
Once her eyes adjusted Alcina saw you at the other side of the bed snickering, And hold.. a phone? This usually would’ve irked her but she just wanted her wife back in her arms , semi annoyed that her body turned over on its own. Knowing that’s probably the reason why your over there and not over here with her.
She slowly inches closer to you and looks over your shoulder, you haven’t noticed her yet but that wasn’t what she was focused on. When she looked over her shoulder she saw you were watching.. videos? But she couldn’t help but smile when she saw what exactly you were watching. She always knew you loved animals but when she saw the way you smiled at the cat/dog videos she knew she might just have to get you one.
You giggle quietly as a cat jumped once an owner threw cheese on its head, and almost laugh loudly when it started to attack its owner.
Alcina smiled down at you, you still have yet to notice her but she didn’t mind. These were the moments where she could just look at you , so unguarded, so soft. She couldn’t help but lean down and kiss your cheek.
You jump immediately screaming while throwing your phone at the wall and quickly turning around to see your smirking wife staring at you fondly.
“You act just like the cats in those videos draga mea” Alcina said with that smirk still on her lips.
You can still feel the way your heart is pounding and Alcina notices before quickly pulling you into her arms.
Alcina soothes you by running her fingers through your hair and pulling you into her chest chuckling, she says
“Im terribly sorry draga mea, I didn’t mean to give you such a fright.”
You take deep breaths and soon pull away from the embrace staring at her.
“You made me break my phone.” You stated in a matter of fact.
Alcina scoffed replying “ugh as if those dreadful things matter, Why didn’t you just wake me up Iubirea mea?”
You roll your eyes and she glared at you grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing you to look right at you.
She snarled at you “do not EVER. Roll your eyes at me brat, Do you need a punishment?”
Eyes widening you quickly shake your head no. Last time she punished you she used the riding crop and spanked you 30 times.
30. Fucking. Times. She didn’t stop until you cried , but yet you never said the safe word loving the way roughness she provided.
She always took care of you after but, right now you just wanted her love. You whined and push your head out of her hands and into her neck nuzzling like a cat almost.
She hums in approval at your submission, petting your hair.
“Goodgirl, you should always behave an submit to mommy. I’ll take care of you now.. why don’t you just snuggle into me and fall asleep.” Alcina says, running her fingers through your hair. Kissing the top of your head, you whine “I want to talk to you,” you respond.
She hums again, before speaking. “whatever about dear?”
You shrug “I don’t know, maybe how much I love you?” You tell Alcina , she chuckles holding you a bit tighter. Making you feel even smaller, which you loved.
After a couple minutes you speak up again.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love the size difference between us?” You ask
She moves back a little bit to see your face, she smiles. Moving a strand of hair out of your face
“I don’t believe you have dearest.” She responded.
You get closer to her face and kiss her , she quickly takes over groaning when you bite her bottom lip. You pull away even though she tries to pull you back. Smiling
“I like that you have complete power over me, the way you curl yourself around my body to protect me is out right adorable. I love everything about it, and I definitely wouldn’t have you any other way, you mean so much to me I feel like I don’t say it enough but darling you are the moon to my sun, the stars to my sky.” You watch as Alcina eyes widen, before softening staring at you with such love and fondness it makes your heart skip a beat, she hears this and moves to where you are nose to nose. Staring deeply into your eyes
“Darling if you had asked me to pick out every star in the sky I would do it for you. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, there’s nothing in this world that can compare to the love I have for you. You cannot hear my heart like I can hear yours, but even dead you make mine sing just as beautifully as yours” Alcina said all of this while staring into your eyes rubbing your sides eyes tearing up you cry out as you wrap your arms around her neck to pull her closer.
It wasn’t uncommon for you two to have moments like these especially after sex, but for some reason this felt so.. pure, so soft.
“If god is real.. I thank him so much for giving me you.” You let out while crying, she holds you tightly not enough to hurt you.
She rolls you onto your back laying on top of you , careful with her weight to not hurt you.
“There is no god here darling, only me. And only you, now let me show you just how much I love you..” Alcina says before going to your neck and kissing it, she grabs your hand and pins it above your head entwining your hands.
And that night you made love over and over until the break of dawn.
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anon said. ooo a new blog! can you do confession headcanons where xiao, childe, and scaramouche react to reader confessing to them and the aftermath of it? thank you!
a/n. xiao’s is kind of terrible ;; ue ue gomenasai
“i love you, [character’s name].”
SCARAMOUCHE.
huh? is this some kind of a joke? if so, it’s definitely not a good idea to mess with his feelings like this, especially when he also shares the same sentiment. scaramouche is almost impressed by your boldness. not everyone has the nerve to confess their love for a harbinger in front of their own faces, after all. when he’s hit with the realization that you’re serious, he secretly pinches himself to make sure he’s not in a dream.
the sharp pain that comes with his nails making contact with his flesh affirms that this is real. he stifles back a genuine smile, choosing to stay calm despite the bliss he’s currently feeling. “i guess it can’t be helped. hmph, you should be lucky i’m rather fond of you as well, [name].” he says that, but he’s the fortunate one to have successfully stolen your heart before others can claim you for themselves.
unfortunately, his time with you is quite limited due to his affiliation with the fatui, so any fleeting moments are captured in photos from the kamera to look back on. he secretly carries a picture of you while he’s out of town on important missions so that he won’t miss you too badly. he fondly looks at your still, yet smiling face to cheer him up after a tough work while everyone else is asleep. well, almost everyone.
“hmm, who’s that in your hands, scaramouche?” childe asks, gesturing to the photo the harbinger is admiring fondly. scaramouche rolls his eyes to hide his slight embarrassment and hesitates a bit before he answers.
“oh them? their name is [name], my... sibling.” childe almost gapes in disbelief as he looks at the blue-haired man in shock.
“you have a sibling? why didn’t you tell me? they’re so cute!” the 11th harbinger squeals in delight, which honestly irks poor scaramouche. he scoots away to give himself some space as he tucks the picture in his pocket for safe-keeping.
“you didn’t bother to,” he explains matter-of-factly. “now if you’ll excuse me,” he stands up from his crouched position and dusts himself, “i’m going to take a walk, alone.”
he wanders through a dark forest and grassy fields, until he finds himself standing on top of a cliff, the moon glowing brightly above. he peers up at the twinkling stars in the sky and imagines you beside him, watching the breathtaking view together. humming an unfamiliar tune to himself, scaramouche muses over the past and replays your confession over and over again. if he could, he would respond differently than he did before.
‘i love you.’ those three letter words echo in his ears like a melody and he allows himself to smile.
“i love you too, [name].”
XIAO.
he automatically perks up an eyebrow in confusion. what? is it just him or did you seriously admitted you love him? xiao stammers for a brief second, no words spilling out from his partially open mouth. what is he supposed to say? “thank you?” “i love you too?”
when he pulls himself together, xiao shakes his head and frowns. his answer is clear and simple: no. you mortals don’t understand just how dangerous it is to get close with someone like him - a yaksha. drowning in the brink of debt and despair, he doesn’t need you to suffer all the same. the dejected expression on your face pains him to a considerable degree, yet he convinces himself, this is for your own good.
since then, he avoids you like the plague in hopes that your feelings for him will disperse into flames. you deserve someone better, someone who won’t place you in harm’s way, someone unlike him. out of kindness, you still visit him from time to time while you go and do your daily commissions, but your interaction is heavily tense and an air of discomfort seeps through your gaze. why does his chest hurt as if he was impaled with a knife and so much more when you look at him like that? the thought of breaking down and revealing the truth that he’s also in love with you tempts him eagerly, but his pride and anxiety tides over his desires.
you, on the other hand, is aware that xiao harbors feelings for you. you discovered this secret of his when you climbed the stairs to the spot on the balcony where he was to surprise him with a greeting, but your ears captured a faint voice in the night breeze and you couldn’t stop yourself from eavesdropping on the little conversation xiao was having with himself. he muttered about “rex lapis”, the fate of liyue, and etc. you were about to leave him to his own devices, but the next words he said stopped you in your tracks.
“will [name] accept me if i say i love them? probably not, i suppose.” you left before he could spare a glance in your direction and a smile graced your features as you happily walked away. and being the persistent individual that you are, you inquire verr on why he’s acting so cold towards you, desperate to seek the answer you need. “xiao is, as you’re well aware, a yaksha who’s experienced hardships throughout his life, and probably lost loved ones along the way. i’m sure,” she turns to look at the setting sun in melancholy, “he doesn’t want to hurt anyone important to him again.”
you plan ahead of time for the best way to approach him without giving him any chance to escape. unfortunately, this is the only thing you can think of as you place a hand on either side of his head, trapping him between you and the wall. xiao looks at you curiously, devoid of amusement. he crosses his arms and frowns.
“what are you doing?” your hands twitch and you chew on your bottom lip nervously before you explain yourself.
“i heard from verr why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder, that you don’t want to hurt anyone important to you, but...” you trail off to blink back the tears threatening to burst.
“it hurts, when you ignore me like this.” your voice is quiet enough that he needs to step closer to hear you. “it hurts how selfless you are. can’t you be selfish just once? i meant what i said and i’ll say it again. i love you.”
xiao stammers, at a loss for words, before he starts sniffling and buries himself in your arms, crying out apologies as you stroke the back of his hair and gives a closed-eye smile. “it’s okay, xiao. i’m sorry too, for not realizing how much you’ve been suffering by yourself. you don’t have to carry the burden alone anymore,” you say, looking into his tear-filled eyes, “i will always be here with you, no matter what path you choose to take.”
“even if that path may eventually hurt you?” he whispers in a cracked voice, fingers curling around your sleeves. you nod.
“it’s worth the pain as long as i can hold you in my arms, like this.” he chokes out a bitter chuckle and wipes away the glistening tears.
“i love you too, [name].”
CHILDE.
the harbinger blinks his cerulean eyes once, then twice, and... you find yourself pulled into his arms, as his lips uplift into a jovial smile. “really? you love me? [name], i had no idea you held such deep admiration for me.” you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you wrap your own arms around his body, fondly reciprocating his affection.
he’s the fastest to accept your confession than the other two men. you’d bet he would scamper to where he’s staying at to tell every grain of detail to his adoring relatives.
he writes letters to his siblings about your daily dates and the progress you two are making in your relationship. they tease him for the most part, but they’re happy that he’s found the love of his life and requests that he bring you along with him on his next visit. childe smiles in relief, content that they accept you already despite never meeting you and he asks you if you’d like to come with him to his home country where you can introduce yourself to his family. without hesitation, you agree instantly, eager to meet the siblings he gushes about.
snezhnaya is colder than you thought, as you hug yourself to preserve your warmth, even with the layers of clothing wrapped around you. “we’re almost there, [name].” childe notices your trembling and rubs his gloved hands against your back. “sorry, it’s a bit chilly here, but please bear with me.”
you nod and continue on. when a building enters your field of sight, childe stops and grins shyly at you. “this is the place.” breath materializes in front of you as he gestures for you to head on in. almost immediately are you greeted with a little embrace as a young boy wraps his fingers around your waist and grins up at you.
“so you’re the one who big brother said he’s in love with? have you kissed before? when is your wedding?” the child bombards you with questions excitedly and a girl has to pull him away from you, tonia, you guess.
“teucer,” childe scolds gently, a light blush colouring his cheeks, which does not go unnoticed in his siblings’ eyes, unfortunately for him.
a wedding, huh? seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the laughter in your voice, and the warmth of your touch as you idly chat with his siblings makes him hope, that maybe in the distant future, he’ll brave himself to take the next step to further deepen your relationship, for he wants to be with you always.
as he tucks away the last sleeping child, childe wanders in to your shared bedroom, surprised you’re still awake. “you really love them a lot, huh childe?” he nods seriously, as you pull him to lie down comfortably into bed.
“but do you know something else?” his breath tickles your ear as he intertwines his fingers with yours, offering a meek smile. you shake your head and nuzzle closer to him.
“i love you too, [name].”
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ladybug being soft for chat and Adrien being soft for Marinette headcanons pls if u don't mind
thank u so much for this very important ask
Ladybug w/ Chat Noir
We know she's canonically touchy/physically affectionate and I already have the proof that she will find any excuse to have her hands on Chat Noir so I imagine she's used to just being casually physically affectionate w/ him without even thinking about it. She’ll affectionately nudge the side of his face when she’s teasing him while they’re off duty. She’ll sometimes hold on to his arm while they’re walking together in the park. She’ll let her hand linger on his elbow or his arm or his back or his shoulder because it just feels right. She’ll unconsciously play with his fingers in her hands while she's thinking or just talking about everything and nothing. She’ll rub his arm comfortingly if he got knocked around a lot in a particularly difficult fight. She’ll reach up and start fixing his hair when it gets really tousled like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
She sometimes ends up taking naps while leaning against him after patrols because of her terrible habit of taking on too many obligations and missing hours of sleep because of it. It wasn’t intentional at first - the first few times she just fell asleep unintentionally but soon it became a routine thing. She falls asleep more easily in these moments than she usually does at home because she never feels more at ease than when she’s with him. (The purring also helps.)
She absolutely has a weakness for his big ol kitty eyes. If he proposes that they take a detour to go get some crepes or asks her to hangout on patrol just a little longer or what have you she absolutely can’t say no to those eyes. It’s made even worse by the way he smiles and lights up when she agrees. (And his smile is infectious)
She keeps a mental list of all his favorite sweet treats for when she brings goodies from the bakery on patrols. She also keeps a mental list of funny things she sees throughout each day that she knows he'd love so that she can tell him about them on their next patrol and see him laugh.
In situations where he's not right next to her, she often thinks about what Chat Noir would say about it if he was - what joke he might make, the inflection of his voice, how he might throw a smile at her when he does.
All the flowers she’s ever accepted from him are pressed in the pages of her diary.
She thinks of him and smiles whenever she sees the sun setting.
Adrien w/ Marinette
One time Marinette had one of her nonsensical babbling episodes in front of Adrien and then she was all exasperated with herself like "I'm so sorry I'm babbling I probably don't even make any sense," and with that Soft Look(tm) on his face Adrien just so easily replied "I could listen to you babble for hours.” Marinette flatlined.
He perfectly remembers basically every interaction with her bc of how much he cherishes their time together. Rip to Marinette because this means he doesn’t forget all her embarrassing mistakes but he’s only ever charmed by it, even if he has no idea what she meant to say. Marinette will offhandedly remember something like “oh, remember that time when…” and Adrien will smile fondly and be like, “yeah, you bumped into me and said [word for word quote]” and she’s half mortified and half stunned.
While she was talking, Adrien once randomly brushed some of her hair out of her face without really thinking about it. She froze and stared at him in flustered silence for a minute after that. He wants to do it again. He absolutely will do it again.
Alya teased Adrien with the photo of them asleep together on the train. He asked her to send him the photo. He printed it out and now keeps it in his wallet.
He thinks of her and smiles every time it rains.
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maze runner mafia au? newt x reader
Warnings: one tiny mention of torture
“Gally, let go of me!” You tried to jerk your arm free but Gally held on, “Come on bud! You know me! It’s Y/n!”
Gally didn’t say anything. Only his eyebrows furrowed. (I had to include the eyebrows. Sorry not sorry)
Gally pushed you through a door, letting you tumble through and slamming it behind you.
You stood, brushing yourself off, eyes immediately locking onto the most feared man in the country: Thomas Edison. Not the famous inventor- that’s just who he was named after. (And yes, I’m naming them all after the inventors. I’m not using their real names)
“Y/n.” Thomas said. He sat behind his mahogany desk, hands clasped. He wore a crisp suit that hadn’t been stained in blood- at least not yet. His hair was nicely combed and the rings and necklace that sat upon him shone brightly.
“‘Sup?” You gave him a two-finger salute.
“You know what I have to do to you.”
“Yeah.” You shrugged, “But couldn’t you bend the rules a little bit?” You showed a small space between your fingers, grinning nervously.
“I’m afraid not.”
“But Tommy,” You whined, “Then I’ll be forced to fight back, and we both know that I’m the more skilled sibling.”
His face hardened at the last word and you took notice. Smirking, you continued, “What Tommy?” You batted your eyes, pouting comically, “You wanted to forget I was your sister?” You gasped dramatically, “How could you?!”
“Luckily.” Thomas pressed a button, “I won’t be the one killing you.”
A door slid open and in walked your greatest weakness. But also your greatest strength.
Newt.
“Newt.” You breathed. Thomas smirked, watching the color drain from your face.
Newt stood next to Thomas, legs apart, one hand clasping the other’s wrist. He, too, was in a suit, one that almost matched Thomas’. It was finely pressed and fit him perfectly. Not one hair was out of place and his skin was as smooth as ever.
But you knew what lay underneath the suit. Scars and tears that you had helped wipe up. You thought that he would be happy or sad to see you, but only his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his eyes were soft- the only signs of emotion he had.
“Newt.” Thomas said lazily, “You know what happens when we find a traitor. You know what to do.”
Newt swallowed, then marched towards you.
“Newt.” You breathed, “I missed you.” He continued forth. However, before he could come closer, you leapt forward and hugged him tightly.
Newt stumbled back and after a second, wrapped his arms around you as well, “I missed you too.” He mumbled.
You exhaled, smiling. It was so nice to hear his voice again.
“Newton.” Thomas’ voice cut through the moment, a sharp reminder.
“Thomas.” You separated from Newt and moved cautiously to the desk, “I know you’re angry- I would be too if you betrayed me. And I am so so so sorry. I felt horrible from the second I did it. But you’re my brother- I would never do it intentionally. You know how loyal I am to you.”
“I know.” Thomas said after a minute, “But I can’t let you back into the ranks- that would send a terrible message.”
“So let me work my way back up.” You suggested, “I know you missed me just as much as I missed you. And I know you were being generous when you threw me out. But remember what Dad said?”
“Family before everything.” Thomas muttered along with you.
Thomas took a second. He then sighed lowly and looked back up at you, “I know it wasn’t your fault that you were kidnapped, but you still gave up valuable information. I’ll let you back in, but!” He said before you squealed in happiness, “You’re starting at the bottom of the ranks.”
“Understandable.” You said, nodding once, “Now can I please hug my brother?”
Thomas smirked and stood. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly.
“Good to have you back sis.” He murmured, “And I know Newt’s missed you.”
You turned around to see Newt staring at you fondly.
“I missed him too.” You said before breaking out of Thomas’ hug and racing back to Newt.
Newt laughed, free once more, before scooping you up and spinning you around. He kissed you long and hard, trying to make up for all those months without you.
“You know,” Thomas said, “It would be terrible if Newt was distracted from his duties because he was trying to see you.” He hummed, “I think that if that’s true, then I might have to demote Newt.”
Newt’s head whipped towards you and you started towards Thomas. And yet Thomas continued talking, “Unfortunately, I can’t give up my best man, so I guess I have no choice to promote Y/n. Right?”
You and Newt locked eyes and a smile spread over your face, “Really Thomas?” You asked.
Thomas shrugged, “Would you be on board with that, Newton?”
“Yes sir.” Newt tried to hold back a smile.
“I guess I have a very important meeting to attend to,” Thomas said, standing up, “I’m definitely not letting you two use this time to reconnect.”
“Thanks bro.” You hugged Thomas once more. Thomas grumbled but you could see a smile on his lips before he left.
You turned towards Newt and both of you uttered an, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Newt enveloped you in a hug, resting his chin on your head, “What did you ever do?”
“I was a traitor- I ratted you guys out.” Tears started to well up in your eyes.
“Y/n!” Newt cried, looking you in the eye, “You were being tortured- anyone would’ve done the same. I’m sorry that I left you and abandoned you. I feel horrible. Seeing you and then Thomas telling me to-” Newt choked up.
“Newt.” You kissed him again, “I’m with you. That’s all I care about.”
#newt#newt x y/n#newt x reader#the maze runner#maze#gang au#mafia au#au#tmr thomas#thomas#gally#mafia#fluff#tmr newt#maze runner#eyebrows
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hello!¡ idk if you guys have wrote for angst but i’ll req one since the reqs are open,, can i req for xiao, zhongli and venti where their [mortal] s/o slowly dies on their arms. yk since they’re basically immortal and how they’d react to losing another loved one. ty!
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, zhongli, venti (separate) x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: venti and zhongli story spoilers, not proofread
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: the way i teared UP while writing venti’s (also i love this request. i spent like 40 minutes writing it during a class but AGHH I LOVE THE FREEDOM I HAD WHILE WRITING IT)
a part of him hates himself for loving you
he knew. he knew you were but a mortal, a fleeting love and a fleeting life. and yet, he lowered his guard. he let himself love, he let himself feel joy and bask in your warmth that the lingering thought of ‘temporary’ left his veins
but holding you like this—in his arms, in his cold cold arms that already missed your missing warmth, his bloodied gloves and sunny irises:
he hates you. he hates you for loving him. he hates himself for loving you. he should’ve never subjected himself to this pain—
but he’ll never stop loving the memories of you
“Sorry, Xiao,” You smiled weakly, chest heaving with restrained coughs as the Yaksha winced, cradling you in his arms as the moon began to rise.
“Don’t speak. Conserve your energy,” The Adeptus disregarded your words, his heart pounding against his chest with a pain so unfamiliar, a pain of heartache he wish he never experienced.
Maybe, if he had rejected you that fateful night—he’d feel this pain still. He’d feel it, just, earlier.
Would it be worth it? To sacrifice your memories, your love— for an easier farewell. Maybe, if he had never fallen in love with you, maybe, if you had just stayed in your mortal life and never seeked him out—maybe it would be you who was crying on his behalf.
Gazing down at you, Xiao’s grip on the fabrics of your shirt tightened. You had changed since he first met you—wrinkles adorned your face, [e/c] eyes drooping and your bones were stiffer and more fragile than his ever was.
And yet, he loved you like the first time he met you—though he’d never admit it, appearance never really mattered to him anyways. Though he held a youthful visual, he knew that if his true age was put into a look... it’d be nothing more than skin and bones.
“I love you, Xiao.”
“Don’t.”
Don’t. Don’t make him love you even more, don’t make him miss you before you had even left.
Don’t. Don’t leave him—don’t leave him stranded again, destined to fight against demons and protect Liyue even after its archon’s passing.
Don’t, don’t make him cry uncharacteristic tears. Don’t make him long for a love that was gone.
xiao would put you to rest once the beat of your heart comes to a stop
he is painfully familiar with the traditions of a passing. he is familiar with the way he’d set someone down into the earth. he is familiar with the soil and the rain and the moon and the stars
he—adeptus xiao—was familiar with death. in fact, he dealed in it
this is most likely xiao’s first time watching someone die from old age
or—someone he loves
he is used to the realm of immortals, he is used to watching them be murdered or sabotaged. but never has he seen old age take someone
and he wished to never see it again.
xiao would close his heart from the world—if it wasn’t closed already, it’d be barricaded by twice the amount. thorns used to block the outside world would stab his own heart, and xiao would only know grief for a period of time
he’d find himself coming back to your final resting place, he’d find himself planting glaze lilies and flowers at your grave as he mourns a lost love
he—still hates you. he hates the love you gave him and the love you shared... but now it doesn’t hurt so much anymore
your death would only prompt him to become stronger. to become colder, to hate the world even more than he already does
zhongli would sometimes visit xiao, and even he is pained by your death. the world—it twisted and turned, it moved and wove tales with the strings of fate...
but never before has xiao wished he was mortal. if he were mortal, he could pass peacefully. if he were mortal, he could meet you again
mortals.
xiao hates mortals.
he hates them because being mortal was what took you away from him
the touch of death has numbed to zhongli
he has experienced it far too much, but watching you fade in his arms was probably the worst yet most bittersweet way to go
on one hand, zhongli is relieved. he is relieved that you passed peacefully, he is relieved that you left without any pain
yet on the other hand, he is heartbroken. he is broken to watch yet another loved one go, he is broken to have to arrange the casket that you will sleep eternally in
zhongli is grateful. he is grateful to ever meet you, he is grateful to have the honor of putting a ring on your finger and being able to lock your lips with his. he is grateful for so many things and yet he still wants more
he wishes to hold you until time itself fades, he wishes to experience the present with you instead of dwelling on the past that you so regrettably will become apart of
he, zhongli, consultant of wangsheng’s funeral parlor—wished for time. a time he so selfishly held as an immortal.
“The glaze lilies are beautiful today, are they not?” Zhongli hummed, sipping on some tea as he gazed fondly out of the window. His warm coat did nothing to prevent the cold of his side, the lack of your voice or the missing light from your eyes.
Everyday was the same. Everyday was him sitting—alone—in the funeral parlor, the pungent smell of death and cremations flooding his senses as all he could do was watch. Watch the world go by, watch his friends and loved ones die one by one as he was subjected to an eternal dance of loss.
Though, Zhongli knows that you will never truly die as long as you are in his heart. He remembers your smile, your laughs, your growing pains and complaints, your eventual wisdom and hearty laugh that you shared with him moments before your time.
He remembers so much, he loves so much, he loves you and who you were, he loves you and all of you.
“I must admit, I miss you terribly,” The consultant’s voice softened, his fingers setting the tea in his hands down as a lump formed in his throat.
“Yet I would never regret loving you.”
zhongli would stay painfully normal
he does not want your death to hinder him—he knows you would not want that. so he lives life, he carries on—but your memory never leaves
your stories and triumphs will be the topic for one of his best stories. and that otherworldly traveler... he hopes they carry on your legacy with each and every world they visit
and he hopes you... you and your beautiful smiles, you and your love and your kindness and your ambitions—
he hopes you are resting peacefully in the flowers he prepared for you
venti would strum you your favorite tunes as you pass
a bittersweet smile paints his face as your back rests against his chest, frail and weak coughs leaving your system as you heave for a single breath
do you remember? do you remember the way the two of you used to climb the tree at windrise? do you remember how you’d drag him from the late diluc’s tavern? do you remember how you’d stay up late at night listening to his songs and mindless chatter?
he remembers. he remembers watching you grow, he remembers standing beside you as you ran for your dreams. he remembered gliding with you aboard the strange island of time you insisted on exploring
“I love you, so so so so so much, [Y/N]...” Venti would muster, wiping his tears as you couldn’t even turn around to gaze at him. To gaze at his youthful form and unchanging appearance, to gaze into those azure eyes you had fallen for and his scheming tactics.
Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, Venti took one deep breath. He loved the way you smelled, how it seemed like you rolled in a field of sweet flowers (though he knew your stiff bones would never allow such a thing), how you used to play along with his schemes when you were younger.
Venti loves you, and all of you. He loved you when you were a young adult, he loved you when you were middle-aged, he loved you when you were an elder.
He love love love love loves you, so much so that it seemed to overpower the pain.
He knew your time was up, he knew his time with you was gone, but he persists on with your memory.
mondstadt has surely changed ever since your passing
venti finds himself waddling into angel’s share twice a day, even if he can’t afford it. he finds himself on the receiving end of pitied gazes and free drinks (for no reason, though everyone knows the reason). he finds the way klee is no longer a child and the way the honorary knight never visits mondstadt anymore quite jarring
he finds himself—lost. he has lost so many, watched so many go, held so many fallen friends in his hands that he can no longer count
though, he misses you. a lot, actually. when klee is busy being an adult and bombing abyss mages instead of fish, venti finds himself weaving tunes of your valor and honor at the statue of—himself
he finds himself longing for you, loving you as if you were still by his side. he sings and sings, strumming his lyre so much that he hopes you can hear them from the heavens
and after—after he has made his and your mark on the newer generation, venti, the windborne bard, falls into a slumber
he sleeps. he sleeps in celestia in hopes of dreaming a dream with you. he sleeps in hope of finding you in a neverland so beautiful
he hopes that one day when he descends once more amongst his people—he hopes you will be there. just like the first time he met you.
— constellations!
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin#genshin impact#genshin scenarios#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact imagines#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader#venti x reader#constellarations
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hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison
i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V
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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.
Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.
It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.
And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.
“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.
“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”
Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”
“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.
“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.
A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”
They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.
“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”
Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”
“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”
Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”
“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.
“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”
“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.
On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.
Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”
“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”
Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.
“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.
“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”
“Lots,” Parker hummed.
The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”
“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.
He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”
Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”
Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”
“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.
“Oh no you did not—“
#i will die before i stop loving characters talking w and affirming each other#thank u so much for all ur prompts!!! i def hope to get to a couple more of them when i next get some writing energy#i really hope this is somewhat what u were looking for#leverage#miko speaks#my fic#parker x hardison#gender dysphoria#ask#havent had the bad gender feelings in a while so hope this works
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Promise
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It’s not necessarily that she can’t handle a little resurgence from one of her favorite enemies Allura. She can. Allura’s a big game, but she’s a big game Zatanna can handle. It’s that deep down she misses him. They haven’t talked since her father’s funeral and it all got messy and terrible afterwards and despite her better judgement she misses him.
So while she doesn’t necessarily need his help she calls him because he made a promise years ago that he’d show up if she called. And John can be a bastard in a lot of ways, but for some reason he always keeps his promises when it comes to her. Even when he breaks them sometimes.
“Didn’t he kill your dad?” Dinah says a little skeptically standing next to her, eyeing her a bit suspiciously. Dinah is the only backup she needs honestly. She helped her through the battle this is the easy part. Trapping Allura permanently is something she can do on her own, or at least as permanently as possible for someone as tricky as her, it’s just nice to have a little magical backup that’s all.
“Not really, no, it’s complicated, we’re complicated,” she says with a sigh. “We always are.”
Dinah scoffs a laugh. “Ain’t that the truth.”
Zatanna just rolls her eyes fondly at Dinah. She’s seen her through the highs and lows of her relationship with John and she might know better than anyone that the death of her father and John’s accidental involvement in the whole thing is just a bump in the long winding road of them.
“Do you plan on doing something with me at any point or am I just your pet gerbil now?” Allura drawls scratching her long pink nails against the magical barrier Zatanna has trapped her behind sparks of vexed magic falling with every touch.
“Gerbils don’t talk,” Zatanna says with an irritated huff. She lifts a hand. “Ecnelis ot eht gniyonna hctiw.”
Allura is silent instantly her mouth moving at a rapid pace, angry and violent but not a sound coming out.
“That’s a neat trick, think you could teach me how to do that when Ollie gets on some of his admittedly right, but very long political rants?” Dinah says with a smile.
“You don’t need my brand of magic for that, you’ve got your own when you take off that wig. He always gets that stunned silent look on his face,” she replies doing a mocking imitation of the very look she’s referring to.
Dinah laughs loud and bright the sound echoing through the room. “That’s a good point,” Dinah says with a pleased hum once she’s calmed down. “I’ve kind of got him trained down to a Pavlovian level at this point.”
Zatanna laughs at her nudging her with her elbow playfully. “If only I had some sort of power like that with my part time guy.”
“Oh,” Dinah says shifting towards the open corridor. “I think you do.”
Zatanna smells his favorite brand of cigarettes before she sees him. She guarantees he’s already got one lit up.
“Sorry I’m late cabbie can’t drive for shit,” John says the lit cigarette she predicted hanging loosely from his lips.
“So damn rude,” Chas says from behind him pushing him out of the way to reach Zatanna. He envelopes her in a big hug lifting her up off the ground just a bit. Zatanna smiles bright when he pulls back and gives Dinah a friendly nod.
“I didn’t know you were in ‘Frisco,” Zatanna says.
“Followed that idiot,” he replies gesturing over at said idiot who’s now stamping out his cigarette butt on the side of Allura’s magical cage tauntingly.
“I didn’t know you were in town either,” she says stepping away from Chas and walking over towards John. It’s quiet; Allura fully silent, Chas and Dinah keeping watchful eyes on their best friends, just the swish of her long leather duster moving across the floor.
John just shrugs. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to know.”
Zatanna opens her mouth and closes it promptly. She’s not sure what to say, not sure she wanted to know before today either.
“Thanks for coming,” she says instead.
He shrugs again nonchalant holding her gaze. “You sound the whistle I answer.”
Pavlovian response. Damn, Dinah was right.
“Well it should be pretty simple, Dinah and I managed to control the major damage she attempted to make, I just need your backup to put her somewhere on lockdown for as long as possible,” she says circling Allura’s cage moving away from John’s heavy eye contact.
“What’d she get up to this time?” John says poking her cage just to bother her.
“Tried to start a cult, slipped into a dream of mine to try and make me join it, didn’t work obviously, but bugged me enough I felt like I should do something about it,” she says shaking out her sleeves.
“Cults are never good,” he says with a shake of his head. “Unless there’s one out there that’d like to worship me. You know rub my feet, tell me I’m cool. I’d welcome that.”
Zatanna snorts a little inelegant humored thing. “No one wants to worship you,” she says rolling her eyes at him around the edge of the cage.
“No one?” he says with a playful smirk. She feels a little warm knowing it’s just for her. Oh, boy there’s no doubting she’s just missed him.
“No one,” she says pointedly moving back to stand beside him. She stretches her neck back and forth before holding out her hand. “Let’s do a little mix and match magic maybe it’ll keep her in place a little longer.”
This wasn’t the original plan, but he’s here and she can’t find a reason why not to do it.
“Like in the Maldives or Paris?” he asks gripping her hand tight. She hasn’t held his hand since they lowered her father into the ground.
“Maldives,” she says eyes briefly flitting to the side to meet his with a smile. He nods back at her with a responding smile using his free hand to reveal a rune on his chest. He places his hand on top of it making it glow bright.
Zatanna takes that as her cue her backwards magic overlaying with his Latin. Allura’s cage sparks wildly a few times. Dinah and Chas stepping back from it a few feet. They both keep speaking until the cage sparks bright white one last time, Allura clearly screaming though they can’t hear a word of it.
“All done?” Dinah says after a beat of silence looking at the now empty space. Zatanna nods squeezing John’s hand one time before slipping away.
“Where’d you send her?” Chas asks as he and Dinah walk over their way.
“Pocket dimension filled with nothing but shrimp,” Zatanna says with a proud smile.
“Well that’s shrimply perfect,” Dinah says with a giggle. “How long do you think that will keep her?”
“Days, months, maybe even years,” John says with a shrug putting both of his hands in his pockets. “Allura’s a tricky gal, never really know what’ll stick.”
“Well if that’s all settled I need to get back to Star make sure Ollie hasn’t gotten kidnapped or started running for political office again,” Dinah says.
“Portal?” Zatanna asks already moving her hands to start the motion. Dinah reaches out softly stopping her.
“No worries, I could use the peace of a nice plane ride.”
“Need a cab ride to the airport?” Chas asks swinging his keys around his index finger.
“Yeah, thanks,” she says stepping forward to hug Zatanna tight. She pulls back giving her a knowing look then pointedly looking at John. Zatanna sighs and nods. Yeah, she knows Dinah, she knows she called him for a reason.
“Well what about me?” John says as Chas follows behind Dinah slapping John hard on the shoulder once.
“You’re already where you need to be,” he stage whispers knowing Zatanna can hear it as he walks away.
John clears his throat when Chas is gone not quite meeting Zatanna’s eyes. Now that the job is done and the playfully flirting they fall into easily is over the reality of the weird in-between they’ve been occupying for a while has settled.
“Have you eaten?” Zatanna asks and he finally looks up. “You know what don’t answer that knowing you it’s been days so let’s just get dinner. Talk. Or whatever.”
John snorts pulling his hands from his pockets flipping his lighter back and forth between his hands. “I could do dinner.”
“Great,” she says clearing her throat. She steps over to him only hesitating for a second before slipping her arm into his and on autopilot he pulls her in a little closer. Yeah, she missed him.
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Under The Floorboards (Pt. VIII)
(Technoblade x Reader) First Part: Pt. 1 Latest: Pt.VX
(Feel free to play this while listening to this chapter! Full credit to @Alexx-Kun on Wattpad for suggesting this gorgeous song)
https://youtu.be/kCV4JUqGr64
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Day 1: Forgiveness
Step one you needed to find a venue, you had assigned Ranboo as your honorary maid of honor. The young boy was just as thrilled as he was confused, did you not have any other friends? You were Technoblade’s perfect match if that was the case. Ranboo had no problem voicing that to you and you pouted at him, you argued that everyone who lived with Techno was antisocial. He reluctantly agreed and you smiled proudly, he rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder with his hand. You laughed, glad you were sitting down, or else you would’ve for sure fallen. Technoblade and you had decided to split the jobs for the wedding between the both of you. You were in charge of the invitations and flowers, basically anything to do with decorating and interacting with other humans. Technoblade meanwhile was in charge of the venue and the official rings, it’s not that you didn’t trust him with more duties it was more that he didn’t trust himself. That and he also believed that you both could just get married in the woods. You at least wanted a small wedding with a few people you cared about, you rubbed your pointer finger and thumb together with a frown.
“You alright?”
“Just thinking about the invitations. Who will come...stuff like that.” Ranboo glanced over at the minuscule stack of letters by the table, it was clearly small, but Ranboo hand wrote them for you in swirl print. They better show up, Ranboo would be pissed if they didn’t, he put a lot of work into those invites.
“They’ll come.” He nodded his head picking them up with his claws, one was for Tommy, another was for Ghostbur, and Ranboo also suggested an invite for Captain Puffy he figured the both of you would get along considering you both had a habit for adopting misfits. You also needed a female friend. “We can deliver them and search for flowers, then tomorrow we can search for a dress for you that sounds okay right?”
“For someone with such a bad memory, you’re surprisingly good at planning,” You watched the boy preen at your compliment.
“Thank you, I also figured we can use the stasis chamber so you only have to walk one way with your ankle.”
“Smart boy.”
“Why thank you,” Ranboo smiled proudly over at you reaching out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and he pulled you to his feet, he kept his hand interlocked with yours, it was minuscule in comparison to the half enderman’s. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Slowly but surely the two of you made your way over to the nether portal and into the once-great country. Ranboo placed his hand on your lower back and helped guide you through the rubble of the city. He knew much better than you did where everyone resided, even if you didn’t meet them face to face you’d make a chest and drop it off. Ironically the first person you ran into was the woman Ranboo insisted you meet, Captain Puffy. She’s gorgeous, was your first thought, she was some form of a sheep hybrid dressed like a pirate, two of your favorite things, sorry Technoblade you might’ve met your new wife. You talked with her well into the afternoon, she was just so easy to talk to,
“Can I just say I feel like I’ve known you forever,” She gushed, taking your hands within her own and squeezing fondly. “I’m so happy Ranboo has found someone to watch out for him,” Ranboo flushed in response but didn’t argue against Puffy’s words which warmed your heart.
“I’m happy too. I just want to help these kids in whatever way I can,” You smiled a little forlornly thinking once again of the obnoxious blonde. “They just don’t deserve all the shit they have to deal with, they’re kids you know? They should be living their lives.”
“Yeah keep talking like I’m not here,” Ranboo mused over your shoulder which caused you to laugh with a shake of your head, “no need to stop please continue.” Puffy smiled at the both of you,
“She’s right though Ranboo. You should be out causing mischief or getting into trouble, not fighting in a never-ending war.”
“Oof getting into trouble? No thank you, I just wanna tend to my pets and go on adventures with my friends.”
“You’ll get to do that I promise. Once my ankles healed we’ll go woodland mansion hunting, I’ve been to a few in my time. They’re a lot of fun.”
“Really?”
“Yeah of course!” You beamed and Ranboo smiled right back at you, he brought his journal out of his bag and quickly scribbled something down in it. In the end, Puffy ended up accepting the invitation with a blinding smile,
“You’re going to be a gorgeous bride. Could I bring my girlfriend Niki? You’ll love her!”
“I don’t see why not. I can’t wait to meet her!” You assumed Technoblade wouldn’t mind one more person, especially because he’s never mentioned Niki which was a good thing in your eyes. Usually, if Technoblade talked about you, it was because he wasn’t a fan. You all said your goodbyes, you felt warm inside you couldn’t believe you were about to have TWO friends who are girls.
“Soooooo?”
“I love her.”
“Told you so,” Ranboo smirked. He was proud of himself for forcing someone else to socialize so he didn’t have to. Ranboo was relieved that list of people to invite wasn’t long; considering Technoblade had more enemies than friends. The only thing that rubbed him the wrong way was he didn’t even know that you had invited Tommy in the first place.
So if Tommy did show up, your wedding might be a bloodbath.
You and Ranboo stood outside of Tommy’s house, he glanced down at you and watched your hands clench the envelope. He brought his hands over yours and rubbed them gently, you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Deep breath and relax okay? He’s Tommy so I won’t say he won’t flip out at you, but I can say you’re a wonderful friend, you’ll be fine.”
“I can’t believe Mr. Panic Room is telling me to relax.” You let out a nervous laugh, he made an offended face.
“Ya know what, never helping you again. You can walk home.”
“Ranboo it was a joke!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you stuck your tongue out and headed up to Tommy’s door and knocked. You already knew Tommy might not even be home, the boy was a wanderer by nature. Yet, much to your surprise, the door opened with a loud BANG, and in the doorway stood Tommy looking better than you’ve seen him in all the time he spent with you and Technoblade.
“Hi, Tommy.”
“(Y/N)?” He blinked looking surprised before he steeled his face, “What’re you doing here wench!” Tommy pointed an accusatory finger at you and you raised an eyebrow,
Wench?
That wasn’t going to fly.
“Try again.”
Tommy sputtered as you narrowed his eyes accusingly, his eyes trailed down to the netherite sword at your side. His entire demeanor changed when he spotted it at your side,
“(Y/N)! My friend! Good to see you! How’ve you been? Good? Good!” The boy rambled wrapping an arm around your shoulder with a big smile, there’s the Tommy you remembered. “I’m sure you’re doing good fo’ sho’! Now what do, I owe this pleasure women!”
“I wanted to invite you to Technoblade and I’s wedding,” Your voice was soft and hesitant, holding out the invitation out to him. The teenager blinked a few times before taking it from your hands, he flipped it over confusion was etched deep on his brow.
“You’re getting married? To Technoblade? He’s going to have a wife and I’m not?”
You blinked a few times trying to process what Tommy said, was he more mad at the fact that Technoblade was getting married in the first place? “Well yeah, considering I’m his fiance and all…”
“That motherfucker! He gets to have a wife! I want a wife! (Y/N) acquire me a wife!”
You let out howling laughter at his response, tossing your arms around the boy, he went silent and a confused look came across his face. His ears turned red as he looked over at Ranboo with a face that screamed help me, Ranboo simply looked away holding up a prominent middle finger at the boy. “Okay, okay! Enough hugs,” Tommy ranted shoving you away from him with a huff, “I don’t know what’s so funny about me needing a wife.”
“You’ll find a wife eventually,” You couldn’t help but smile as he frowned down at you. “So? Can you make it?” Voice quiet as you looked up at him, the nervousness from before creeping back into your body, he chewed on his bottom lip while looking at you. Tommy wasn’t about to be soft while Ranboo was standing less than a foot away so he did the next best thing which was whacking you on top of the head.
“I-well-...” Tommy rubbed the back of his neck looking nervous for the first time in his life, “I can’t.” He saw your face fall and he grabbed your shoulders tightly, “Not because I don’t want to! I… I guess you’re not TERRIBLE.” He admitted begrudgingly, “Tubbo and I...we have some unfinished business we need to deal with before things get any worse for people.”
“I don’t know what you mean Tommy.” You suddenly grew very concerned, “You don’t have to hold the entire world on your shoulders.”
“Yeah, I do,” Tommy responded with enough seriousness to shake you to your core, you didn’t know about his past with the discs fully, but you knew enough to know this situation was about that. “Just know I’m happy for you, seriously I am,” He gave you a sad smile.
“Stay safe Tommy. Please don’t be stupid.”
“I’m never stupid you BITCH!”
“Call me a bitch again you BRAT!”
“MAKE ME!”
You frowned, hitting him in the side so he would double over, while he gripped his stomach you pulled him into a headlock and began digging your knuckles into his skull. “Apologize!”
“NEVER!”
Ranboo looked sheepish as he stared at the scene, his shoulders slumping forward. “(Y/N) we have a schedule-” Reluctantly you released Tommy and he stumbled back, he huffed dusting off his shirt. You smiled slightly over at the boy,
“See you soon raccoon boy,” you gave him a proud salute.
“Hasta La Vista Miss Blade,” Tommy responded, saluting you right back.
You turned away from the boy and headed back over to Ranboo’s side, “You ready?” You nodded in response with a little smile on your lips. “Good. Next, up is Ghostbur right? We need to find him.”
“If we can locate Friend we can locate him.”
It took a while, but eventually, you and Ranboo found Ghostbur and Friend wandering around a forest nearby the crater. Immediately spotting you a bright smile spread across the ghost’s face, “(Y/N)!” He shouted, throwing his hand in the air with a wave, “How’re you doing darling!”
“I’m good Ghostbur! Have you met Ranboo?”
“Briefly. Nice to see you again!”
“Ugh, ditto,” Ranboo responded with a shy smile shuffling a little behind you.
You smiled and pulled an envelope out from your bag, you held it out to him.
“You and Friend good sir, are invited to Technoblade and I’s wedding.” He gasped loudly, eyes lighting up with pure and utter joy,
“Technoblade getting married! Oh my god, that’s phenomenal! You’re going to make the most beautiful bride,” he praised excitedly as your face turned red at the compliments, “Gosh, you two are so lovely together, I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Do you have a dress? You have to show me!”
You rubbed the back of your head, rocking on your heels, “Well...about that.”
“Do not tell me you don’t have a DRESS?” He practically yelled crossing his arms, “I’m disappointed in you!”
“It’s in two days Ghostbur! I had no time! I’ll make do with something. I’m sure I have an old dress somewhere-”
“UNACCEPTABLE!” He grabbed at your hands, “I’m getting you a dress. I’ll meet you at Technoblade’s tomorrow, just hold on!” Ghostbur ran his hand through Friend’s wool with a smile, “You’re going to be one of the most gorgeous brides, only second to Sally.”
“Well I’m honored, I’ll see you then.” You smiled adoringly at the little ghost as he floated off his sheep buddy by his side.
“Do you think he’s getting you a dress?”
“I have no idea,” You responded with a shrug, “It’s sweet he’s willing to put in the effort though.”
“Or creepy.”
“It’s sweet you jerk,” You nudged him with your arm Ranboo smiled,
“I’m just glad it’s off our to-do list for tomorrow.”
“True that means you can sleep in,” You teased as his multicolored eyes lit up,
“Hell yeah.”
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Day 2: Ghostbur’s Gift
You woke up to sleepy kisses and tender touches, one of the loveliest ways to wake up if you might add.
“Morning big guy,” You cooed fondly as he made a soft purr-like sound in his throat. You turned over to face him and he immediately pressed a kiss to your lips. The voices couldn’t help but point out how cute you looked in the morning.
“Helloooo...How’s your ankle?” He asked his thumb brushing against your cheek, closing your eyes you let out a soft,
“Much better.”
“Good, I heard from Ranboo Ghostbur’s supposedly stopping by today. Any particular reason?”
“He says he has a dress I can wear for tomorrow.”
“How does he have a dress exactly?”
“No idea, but I’m going with it.”
“If you’re sure. Just don’t look bad.” You frowned and bonked him on the side of his head, “it was a joke!”
“It better be a joke or I’m leaving your ass. I look good in everything so fuck off.” You hissed as Technoblade groaned,
“Heard you loud and clear Princess. Scouts honor, you’re the most beautiful girl to me you know that.”
“I do. Just don’t joke around like that, makes me feel bad okay?”
He frowned a little and moved to hover over you, his hair framed his face and fell past his shoulders. It tickled your cheeks and you ran your hands through it meeting anything but his eyes suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Technoblade kissed the tip of your nose,
“Hey, Princess look at me.”
Turning your head towards his voice, the two of you locked eyes, a sense of calm washed over you, the only thing in his eyes was pure, unadulterated love.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. No matter what I’m always going to think that you are, you could grow a third eye and I’d still want to marry you tomorrow. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, it was a joke but I won’t make it again. I swear.” You felt your eyes water as you tossed your arms around his neck, the sudden movement caused him to fall forward crushing you beneath him.
“I love you too bubba. Thank you for listening to me.”
“That’s part of my job idiot.”
You smiled against his neck and held him tighter, Technoblade reciprocated the hug and decided the both of you could stay in bed just a little while longer. The two of you shared soft kisses, every once in a while Technoblade would reinforce how precious you were to him, eventually, it all got to be too much and you shoved your hands in his face.
“Enough is enough! I’m embarrassed now.” Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression and pressed a fond kiss to your lips, obviously you kissed him back, your fingers threading through his hair.
“Princess…” He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, “you’re making it hard to get out of bed. I still have some stuff set up for tomorrow and you gotta look out for Wilbur.”
“Or hear me out. You can stay in bed with me all day, and keep giving me kisses,” You pressed your lips to his own before whispering in his ear, “Anywhere you’d like.” You nipped teasingly at his earlobe and suddenly felt the heat radiating off his face. As you expected his face was a deep red color and you felt his head fall against your shoulder,
“You’re going to kill me.” You only laughed in response, finally pulling away from him you swung your feet over the side of the bed, “you can’t just say that and walk away.” He whined loudly with a little pout on his lips, “Especially since I won’t see you until the wedding.”
“Suck it up buttercup,” You stuck your tongue out at the man “I’ll just be at Ranboo’s if something goes wrong I’ll be within reach.” He reached his hand up and threaded his fingers through your hair, you sighed pleasantly at the physical touch, “I love you.”
“Love you too, see you tomorrow.” You gave him one last fleeting kiss before standing up leaving the warmth of the covers and your half-naked fiance behind much to your dismay. You tossed one of Technoblade’s old shirts over your head, it came down past your knees and Technoblade let out a happy sigh from behind you. You let out a little laugh, looking at him over your shoulder his eyes were half-lidded as he stared at your now bare legs. “Hold on don’t change just yet I wanna stare a little bit longer.”
“Perv.” You snickered ignoring his wishes and sliding on a pair of pants, afterward, you tied a corset around your waist. He responded with a ‘heh?’ of disagreement before he groaned loudly and flopped over in the bed, “see you soon Bubbas.” You leaned over and pecked his forehead before sliding down the ladder and out of the house. Ironically your timing was perfect as you greeted Ranboo right outside Technoblades cabin, “Good morning!”
“Morning, you and Techno sleep okay?” You nodded with a bright smile, “Good Wilbur should be stopping by any minute now by the way. He sent me a note earlier this morning that said he’d be around this time.”
“Works for me, wanna wait by your house?”
“You just wanna pet my bunny,” You smirked and laughed,
“Can you blame me?”
“I suppose not. Whatever makes you happy.” Ranboo sighed but there wasn’t any real defeat in his tone, “Let’s go.” Ranboo and you walked a little ways away to his humble little shack so you could play with Ranbun. You were set up in Ranbun’s pen holding him in your arms and cooing softly at him, Ranboo joined you after a few moments of jealous staring. The two of you spent the next hour playing with his bunny and feeding him lots of treats, he was one happy bunny. Ranboo was the first person to see Ghostbur coming through the trees, a large box in hand, had he actually managed to get you a dress?
“(Y/N)! Ranboo!” Ghostbur shouted excitedly floating over to the both of you, “I managed to find the dress I promised you! So long as it fits of course.” Your jaw fell open as you stumbled out of Ranbun’s pen,
“How the hell did you manage to find me a wedding dress?”
“Oh! It was Sally’s.” A fond smile spread across the ghost’s face, both you and Ranboo looked at one another brows furrowed. Ranboo put a hand to the side of his face and whispered loudly to you,
“I thought Sally was a fish.”
You whispered back in the exact same manner,
“Me too, but at this point, I’m too afraid to ask for clarification.”
Ranboo nodded seriously and stood back up to his full height, you stepped forward and took the box from the hands of the ghost he stared at it longingly like he was afraid to let it go. You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before speaking up,
“Are you sure?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it was still as tender as ever, the ghost of Wilbur snapped his eyes up to meet yours. He seemed to be reading the expression in your eyes before smiling almost fondly, handing the box over to you officially. He pulled out a small patch of blue and fumbled it around in his hands, like a nervous tic,
“I’m positive love. I trust you to take good care of it and Sally would want you to have it, she was wonderful like that. Just please take good care of it.”
“I’ll protect it with my life. I promise you.”
“I know you will, you’re going to be a beautiful bride, my dear.” He somehow took your hands and pressed a faint kiss to them, “Go on then try it on.” Your eyes sparkled in delight and he turned to Ranboo,
“Well go on, we’ll still be here to judge you immensely.”
“Oh fuck off.” You laughed heading into his shack to change, you managed to find an area not completely out in the open. The only nerve-wracking thing was you didn’t have a mirror so you had to pray you looked alright and that Raboo and Ghostbur wouldn’t lie to you. You opened the box and pulled the dress out, Sally really knew how to pick a damn good dress; the dress was stunning, you definitely wouldn’t do it justice. The dress fell past your feet and pooled a little ways behind you, it was more of an off-white creme color, and was made of soft lace. It was sleeveless so the winter wind gave you a chill, you hoped Technoblade picked a place that wasn’t freezing cold. You took a breath to hype yourself up and stepped out of the shack, the dress trailing behind you, you had left the veil in the box figuring you didn’t need it right now. The first person to spot you was Ghostbur, who gasped loudly bringing his hands up to his face after spotting you. You shrunk in on yourself a little bit and your cheeks turned a light pink in response, “That’s a good expression I hope.” You meekly laughed as Ranboo turned around and let out a shaky break of surprise. He reached forward with his claws to touch the soft fabric,
“It’s perfect! Fits like a glove.” Wilbur hummed happily floating around you, “I was right by the way, you look beautiful. Techno’s going to pass out.”
“Shut up I can’t look that good.”
“You do though!” Ranboo shouted excitedly, “It suits you perfectly not that I had any doubts or anything.” He jumped a little on the balls of his feet, he pulled out his memory book quickly scribbling something down inside it, as he did so he muttered “I’m the best honorary maid of honor ever.”
“You definitely are.” You praised the halfling who only seemed to grow more excited at the praise, Ghostbur cleared his throat, was he looking for a compliment too? “Ghostbur you’re a lifesaver, if it wasn’t for you I’d be walking down the aisle in Netherite. Thank you.” Ghostbur seemed to preen a little as he smiled proudly,
“I know. I’m pretty great aren’t I? I basically saved the day.”
“You certainly are.”
“Oh! Just return the dress the next time I see you after the wedding okay?”
“I will have no fear, it’s in safe hands.” The ghost nodded, “I can’t wait to see it in action tomorrow.”
“Me too,” you sighed lovingly, doing a little twirl in the dress you could only imagine the look that would appear on Technoblade’s face when he saw you.
You hoped the voices would approve because Technoblade was absolutely going to short circuit and go feral, you could hardly wait.
Day 3: The Wedding Day
The night before the wedding Technoblade couldn’t sleep his body was buzzing with nerves, which was a foreign feeling to him. He was worried about you not sleeping by his side, this was the first time since you’ve officially gotten together that you weren’t there. He didn’t realize how much he missed your presence and warmth, he pulled the pillow you usually used close to his chest. He felt like a love-struck teenager cuddling the pillow of his missing girlfriend because that’s basically what he was, except instead of a girlfriend it was his fiance. The voices didn’t help his longing either; they were roaring in his head asking where you were and when you would come back.
Where’s (Y/N)? I miss her! Can Ranboo protect her if something goes wrong? What if Dream gets ahold of her in the meantime and you’re up here sleeping? I wanna squeeze her thighs again right now. E. That’s disgusting, stop, don’t sexualize her like that. B U T T. Can I get a big pog for butts? Thighs for the thigh god.
His entire face went a deep scarlet, “What does that even mean guys.” Technoblade let out a loud groan of embarrassment, some of the voices laughed, some others rumbled with anger. “I just want her by my side is all, I miss her. I miss her touch...I don’t know when I became such a sap. I hate that I care about her this much, but god without her I’d be lost.”
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“You shits.”
The morning rolled around and Technoblade woke up as soon as the sun shone through the windows. He fell asleep around three in the morning, tired as shit, bees buzzing around in his stomach.
Today’s the day! Gotta get ready as soon as possible, you’re gonna look so handsome! I bet (Y/N)’s gonna be equally as beautiful! Don’t fuck it up. Celebratory murder spree pog? She’ll think you’re so hot covered in blood. No! E. Normalcy is key!
He shook his head to get rid of the nagging voices rattling around in his head, he knew what he had to do, and listening to the voices wasn’t one of them. Phil was going to come soon and Technoblade had to look presentable so they could head to the venue and Phil could set up some last-minute decorations. Techno would say he felt bad making Phil do most of the work, but he honestly didn’t, especially since he was so inept at romance in the first place. Never one to wear a suit Technoblade decided his best outfit would be his arctic retirement one, a suit would be too constricting. After all, what if it was attacked and he needed to jump into action, Phil had told him that he was absolutely not allowed to bring weapons which he was not happy about at all. Although the man did reassure him that he would be armed and have an extra weapon just in case something was to occur, he guessed that was FINE. With a soft huff, the man stood up from his bed and pulled out his outfit, the soft blue made him yearn for the days before they found Tommy living under the house. In a way wearing this symbolized a time in their relationship before he was forced into bloodshed once again, plus he knew you loved the fuzzier outfit.
Putting on everything, he brought the fur cape around his shoulders, his crown glittering on his head in the light. He looked regal, he would say he looked like a king but he hated all forms of government so he just looked like his usual badass self. In his closet sat his wedding gift to you, it was a gold tiara that matched his crown in his own way finally solidifying the both of you as a blood god duo.
Turning away from the tiara he grabbed a hairbrush to tame his wild hair, he wanted to do something different with it. It spilled around his back and down to his waist, he managed to tame the frizz with some product that he ‘borrowed’ from you. In the end, he had two small braids framing his face, he grabbed both of them and pinned them together on the back of his head. A half-up half-down look almost made him look like a Viking, he liked it. Technoblade placed gold earrings along with his ears and added some gold accents on his wrists and fingers, none overshading his engagement ring.
His ears twitched hearing the door open downstairs, Phil was here, it was time.
“Hellooo!” Technoblade called from upstairs and Phil responded with a cheerful,
“Hey mate!”
As Technoblade descended the ladder, Phil smiled fondly at his old friend, he immediately adjusted the cape on his shoulders. Technoblade huffed a small laugh, “Was that really necessary?”
“Obviously. I’m the married one, I know what I’m doing.” He shot back snickering, “You ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be I suppose.”
“I’m proud of you man,” Phil responded with a fatherly smile “You’re never going to forget today. It’ll be the best of your life.”
“Ehhhh I don’t know about that. Spawning those Withers and blowing up a country really gave me a rush.”
“Oh fuck off,” Phil howled with laughter while shoving the snickering piglin. “This’ll be an entirely new feeling, I would know.” His wings puffed out happily remembering his marriage fondly,
“Didn’t you marry a fridge?”
“You’re literally the worst.��
Technoblade smirked just happy he steered the conversation away from any of that mushy crap. He was going to get enough of that as it is in a few hours, oh look at that the bees are back. Phil gave him a pat on the back and the two of them left the house side by side. The spot Technoblade picked out for the wedding was one both of you would like, a snowy taiga, it was warm enough that you wouldn’t freeze to death but still had the beautiful powdery snow that Tecnhoblade loved. Phil had done an amazing job of setting everything up, on the arch, there were beautiful blue flowers interspersed with white roses (both of which you picked out prior), they stood out beautifully against the wooden trellises. There was a carved stone pathway leading the way up to the arch and a few wooden benches decorated with light blue silk so whomever (Y/N) invited could sit down. He knew most of them would only be there for her, he was okay with that, all he needed was Phil and Ranboo and he was content. Next to each booth was a stone pillar, on top of them sat a bouquet of white and blue roses.
“You really outdid yourself, thank you.” Technoblade whistled,
“You know I’d do anything for you mate. Glad I could provide, I do have one last little decoration though.” Phil mused reaching into his bag he pulled out a small gold bell similar to the one he had inside his house. He placed the bell above the arch so it would chime softly when the wind blew against its side. Technoblade smiled fondly at the sight and wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder.
“I love it. (Y/N)’s gonna love it too.”
“Thanks, man.” Phil said softly bumping against the blade, “Do you know who’s going to show up by the way?”
“Absolutely no idea.”
“Guess we’re gonna find out, look.” Technoblade stepped away from Phil and looked in the direction of his friend, cresting over the hill seemed to be two girls, Technoblade was immediately confused because he didn’t realize you had friends who were women. Phil let out a small laugh, “Oh it’s Niki and Puffy, Ranboo must’ve introduced (Y/N) to them.” Technoblade only nodded his lips twitching into a frown, new people...gross.
“Hi, Phil! Technoblade!” Puffy chirped brightly, her hand intertwined with Niki’s tightly, “Congratulations to you Mr.” She lightly tapped Technoblade in the chest he blinked in surprise,
“Thank you?”
“I may have just met (Y/N), but just know if you do ANYTHING to hurt her at all I will slaughter you.”
“Darling please…” Niki sheepishly smiled, “you realize you’re threatening Technoblade right? Not the best idea.”
“It’s alright. I admire your gumption,” Technoblade gave the both of them a thumbs up in response, “I’m glad (Y/N) has someone else like that looking out for her. But, just so you know. The same to you.” He eyed the both of them with a sharp look in his eyes, Puffy let out a nervous laugh and Niki narrowed her eyes warily.
“That’s fair.”
“Anyway!” Phil cleared his throat, “let's not ruin this before it even starts.” He led the two girls over to their seats with a small smile, “(Y/N) will be super happy to see you both by the way. Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, (Y/N) and I are soulmates after all.” Puffy swooned happily as Niki giggled fondly at her antics, “Technoblade better watch out. Niki and I will steal her heart.”
“I’ll be sure to warn him,” He snickered, glancing over at his friend who was sniffing at the flowers in the pots. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, Wilbur should be here soon then (Y/N) and Ranboo will come and it’ll start.”
“Sounds good,” Niki hummed playing with the sleeves of her blue dress “I’m super excited to meet her.”
While Puffy reassured her that she would, Phil noticed his son floating over to the area. “Hello, Phil!” The ghost’s eyes lit up seeing all of them, “Oh wow everything is so beautiful!”
“Thanks, Ghostbur.” Technoblade hummed walking over to Phil and the ghost,
“I’m proud of you too Mr. Engaged!” He snickered as Technoblade’s nose scrunched up in distaste, “Who knew the big, scary Technoblade would settle down with a wife, maybe start a family eventually.”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear any of the cringy nonsense that just came out of your mouth; so I can enjoy today in peace.”
"Boo! I’m just happy for you!” Ghostbur huffed in annoyance, “I was telling (Y/N) yesterday that marrying Sally was the best day of my life! I’m so making fun of you when you get all mushy.”
“IF I get all mushy, which I won’t.”
“Sure you won’t man,” Technoblade glared at his friends in frustration if this teasing was going to continue. He was kidnapping (Y/N) himself and getting married to her elsewhere.
“I do love all the blue though!” The ghost of Wilbur swooned happily at all the flowers, “This just makes the entire day even better!-”
However he didn’t get to continue as Ranboo cleared his throat rather loudly, the enderboy looked dapper as always, a rose was pinned on his lapel, obviously from (Y/N).
"Ready Techno?” Phil looked over at him, the pigman’s frustration and confidence fell from his face all at once. Even Ghostbur was shocked at the way Technoblade tensed up and fumbled with the soft fluff on his cape, “Techno?”
It’s time. Holy fuck! She’s going to be stunning, he’s going to be a husband! HE’S GOING TO BE A HUSBAND? Oh fuck.
“Techno mate you alright?”
"Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let's do this.” Technoblade took a deep breath walking over to the altar with Phil, Phil was obviously officiating the wedding. He didn’t want anyone else doing it, Ranboo smiled at the two of them as he walked down the aisle throwing little flower petals everywhere before standing on (Y/N)’s side of the altar. He gave him a happy little nod, Technoblade nodded back at him in a sign that he was happy to see him. Music began to flow through the air, Technoblade just knew Wilbur had managed to bring a jukebox, but he didn’t mind it was fitting.
He turned towards the rich sound and for once in his life the voices...stopped.
Technoblade could hear the music perfectly, he heard the chiming of the bell every time the wind blew, everything seemed clear and for all the sounds that were playing around him without the rancorous voices, it all seemed deadly quiet.
The true reason the voices stopped though was because he saw you.
Elegant. Magnificent. Royalty.
The words spun around in his head, because god you looked angelic as you walked towards him. He wished your face wasn’t obscured by a veil, he wanted to see you, to cup your cheeks and pull you into a desperate kiss. He wasn’t worthy to marry you, he was barely worthy to breathe the same air as someone so pure. Technoblade bit down on his tongue rather harshly, for once in his life he wished the voices would speak up so he wouldn’t feel so small in his head.
“Hi.”
Your silvery voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he drew in a shaky breath and looked at you.
“Hi,” His voice cracked a little and he flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears. He reached out to squeeze your hands tightly, he felt you squeeze back and he knew that everything was okay. Fuck, he was tearing up a little and he hasn’t even seen your face yet, fuck...Ghostbur was right. He was a mushy gross mess, you giggled a little at his flustered expression.
“You look handsome,” You whispered softly tilting your head to the side.
“You’re Aphrodite herself.”
“Take it back. Take it back right now.” The teasing tone your voice took made him relax considerably, you were still you. His lovely almost wife who’d he got to spend the rest of his life with, it was perfect, you were perfect.
“You know I do, even if it kills me to retract the statement.” His hand reached forward and gently pushed the veil back over your head.
Fuck.
It took all his strength not to kiss you senseless. Phil cleared his throat and smiled at the small crowd of people who came to the wedding, Puffy seemed to already be emotional, Niki rubbing her back with gentle circles. The both of you barely paid any attention to the introductions and the little details too engrossed in one another to truly listen to anyone that wasn’t each other. They both snapped to attention when Phil spoke their names with a tender smile and their wedding rings were in his hands.
“Your wedding rings are the outward and visible sign of the inward and invisible bond which already unites you two hearts in love. Groom, place the ring on Bride’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring…”
“I give you this ring.” Technoblade swallowed thickly listening carefully to Phil’s words as you smiled adoringly, the pink spreading across your cheeks was adorable. He shakily slid the diamond ring on your finger,
“Wear it with love and joy.”
“Wear it with love and joy.”
“As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”
“As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”
“Good job man.” He winked teasingly at Technoblade breaking character to complement his friend, “Bride, place the ring on Groom’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring.”
“I give you this ring.”
“Wear it with love and joy.”
“Wear it with love and joy.”
“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”
“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.” You breathed softly staring into Technoblade’s eyes and right into his soul. No doubts, only love. Phil continued on,
“May the wedding rings you exchanged today to remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love and so now by the power vested in me by...me, it is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you threw your arms around Technoblade’s shoulders smothering him with a kiss. He let out a breathy laugh against them, before kissing you back just as passionately. Technoblade’s hands rested on your lower back and he held you like you were a perfect porcelain doll. “I am pleased to present the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs… ugh Blade! We’ll go with that.” The man laughed as you pulled away from Technoblade to join in his laughter, you pulled Phil into a hug and motioned for Ranboo to join in, both did so, although Ranboo’s was slightly reluctant.
“Thank you both for everything. My sweet Borealis boys.” You cooed, Phil only laughed and Ranboo’s entire face flushed deeply at the nickname.
“We love you obviously,” Phil hummed “You don’t need to thank us. Right Ranboo?”
“Do I really have to say it?”
“Yes.” Technoblade spoke gruffly, “If you don’t she might cry.”
“Yeah, Ranboo don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”
“Oh, Christ...Fine! I love you too…thank you for giving me a home. Caring for me...all of that. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Ranboo looked up at you and you immediately wrapped him in another tight hug, he let out a little whimper and buried his face in your hair.
“You’ll always be welcome here Ranboo. We’ll always be your home so long as you’ll have us.”
“Shit,” He laughed a little wetly pulling away from you, “I’ll have to write that down.”
“You mean you’ll forget it? Rude.” It was Technoblade who chimed in this time and Ranboo flushed in embarrassment once again. He hunched in on himself before sputtering,
“No, no, no not what I meant! What I mean is like-”
“Ranboo you’re fine mate.” Phil snickered, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “loosen up a little.”
“(Y/N)!” You turned towards the shouting of your new friends and your face lit up,
“Puffy!” The two girls threw their arms around you in a warm hug, even though you didn’t know Niki yet you’re never one to turn down a hug.
Your final conclusion of the night: Niki was absolutely lovely and she and Puffy were relationship goals.
~~~
Candles were littered around the room as you and Technoblade swayed gently to soft music in your bedroom. The both of you were finally alone, and officially married, the first thing Technoblade wanted to do was have the first dance with you. It surprised you that a dance was that important to him, but you came to the conclusion that he just wanted to hold you as close as possible. “I have a gift for you,” Technoblade spoke up rather suddenly and you frowned,
“We said no gifts.”
“When have I EVER listened to authority Princess?”
“Touche,” You snapped your fingers in his direction and he snickered. He pulled away from you and you flopped down on the bed, you watched him walk over to the closet and pull out a medium-sized velvet box. “Bubs what the hell…” You murdered as he placed it into your arms, “please tell me you didn’t go too crazy.”
“I didn’t. I made it by hand,” Technoblade urged you to open it. You did so pulling off the top, jaw-dropping onto the floor. He knew that reaction was positive and pride swelled in his heart, he knew his girl well. He watched as you lifted the golden tiara out of the box, it was littered with gems that matched his crown, your thumb brushed against them in awe.
“You made this?”
“Just for you Princess. Thought you needed something to fit your name.”
“I’m so in love with you.”
“Good thing you're my wife then,” he felt his stomach swoop happily and by the way you gently caressed the crown, he knew you felt the same about him. “Put it on Princess I wanna see how it looks on you.” Your face turned red as you did as he asked, his eyes grew half-lidded and he kneeled down in front of you, “Stunning.” He kissed the inside of your wrist, his voice turning gruff, “beautiful.” A kiss was placed on your forearm, “gorgeous,” On your shoulder, “My princess. My good girl.” Technoblade pressed a hot kiss to your neck, you leaned back your breath hitching in your throat.
“Techno…” You whined softly, “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Love you most,” He purred, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
~~~
The dogs' rapid barking stirred you from your rest, Technoblade grumbled beside you as you sat up in bed letting the covers fall from your shoulders. The air nipped at your bare skin and you frowned, you couldn’t help but wonder what bothered the dogs so suddenly, “Go back to bed.” Technoblade demanded his hand caressing the small of your back, you leaned back against the warm touch but you couldn’t shake away your worry.
“I’ll be back in two seconds.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he only hummed in response. Big guy knew you could handle yourself just fine, n’ that’s why you loved him. You slipped on a robe and your slippers before making your way to the dogs, stepping inside you heard quite a few of them whining, they just seemed genuinely bothered. “What’s going on huh guys?” You cooed scratching them behind their ears, sensing your comforting presence they seemed to calm down considerably, “What’s got my fearsome guard puppies so spooked.”
“That’d probably be me.”
You jumped halfway in the air, whipping around you came face to face with the hollow white mask that Dream commonly wore.
“Fucking shit Dream what the hell?” You pressed your hand to your heart, your dogs growling lowly all around you. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“My bad.” He smirked in a way that showed he wasn’t at all sorry, “I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding.”
“Would you have even shown up?” You raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, Nightmare was at his hip making your bad vibe senses light up like a wildfire. He hummed thoughtfully rubbing his chin,
“Probably not. But, I decided I’d drop by and give you my congratulations.” He was close enough that you could smell him, he smelled like burning wood and dirt; like a little pissbaby worm.
“Well thank you,” You wrapped the robe tighter around your body like it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “You can go now-” You started before you were pressed up against the wall, his fearsome blade Nightmare at your throat. The dogs began to bark and howl at the man’s heels but they couldn’t do much without a direct command, but you hoped it would be enough to draw Technoblade out of the house.
“Clearly Technoblade cares about you much more than I had originally calculated. It’s kind of pathetic if I’m being honest. Someone like you who's so small, so pathetic, could bring Technoblade, the fearsome blood god himself, down like that. Make him soft. We can’t exactly have that now, can we? We need him...How do I say this...a bit feral, unhinged.”
“You realize you kill me, you can count on him hunting you down and slaughtering you right? I can’t say for sure the ‘favor’ is completely off the table but he’ll half-ass it that’s for sure.” You snarled right back in Dreams face, tempted to spit in it.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you, babe.” His voice dripped like honey, its sickly sweet tone made your stomach churn. “But we’re going to get really comfortable with one another, for the time being, you’re under my custody.”
“What the fuck does that mean you freak-” He hit you on the back of the head with Nightmare, successfully knocking you out. That caused one of the dogs to absolutely lose it, jumping up and tearing off a piece of Dreams bright green hoodie. He snarled at the dog and jolted when he heard Technoblade call for (Y/N), it was close. He quickly messaged his accomplice and was teleported out of the situation, via his own stasis chamber, appearing back in his home base. He smiled wickedly under his mask, as Enderman noises could be heard behind him. He adjusted the girl in his grip, the next few days were going to be a lot of fun.
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(sorry my tumblr app glitched so im not sure if this was sent twice) taking a chance for the requests! how about a seokjin or namjoon arranged marriage au with this: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 🎄 happy holidays!!
↳ Playground Promises
1.9k || 100% Light Fluff || Kim Seokjin
The bell rings.
Moments later, children are sprinting from the doors and flooding the playground. You watch in fondness as some climb the monkey bars while others sit and dig into the sandbox. All of them were forging their first friendships they’ll remember forever and you were their witness.
This is one of your favourite times of day. You enjoy seeing the kids have their fun, listening to their laughter and giggles, watching their games of tag to play pretend. But today, your enjoyment is interrupted by a certain male teacher that comes to stand behind you.
Tall. Dark. And handsome. His broad shoulders carry the weight of the third-grade class and practically the entire elementary school. But you’d never admit that out loud.
“It’s a bit chilly out today. You should’ve brought your coat with you.”
You hum.
Every staff member, married and single, swoons over Kim Seokjin. It’s hard not to. But if others knew what your relationship was with him, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it. The kids would make a big fuss and so would all the staff and faculty, and you’d rather avoid that.
“I didn’t know you were on playground duty today.”
“I switched with Sana,” he says and leans over to smile. “Thought you could use some company.”
You scoff. “She’s perfectly fine company.”
The corner of his plump lip pulls. “If you want to talk about the mathletes program. And I’m pretty sure you don’t.”
Before you can respond, a boy approaches the two of you with pink cheeks and wind-swept hair. “Mr. Kim, can I go to the bathroom?” the third-grader asks in the midst of catching his breath and the older man nods.
“Go ahead. But don’t run in the hallway, Lucas.”
Said boy grins and dashes off.
Seokjin turns to you and lowers his voice. “My mom’s been asking about the kids.”
Your brows furrow. “Why? They’re a good bunch.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean your class’ kids, I mean our kids.”
You blink owlishly. “There are no our kids.”
“That’s the problem.”
You sigh and roll your eyes. “Wasn’t getting married enough for them?”
Seokjin shrugs with a faint, mischievous smile. “They want to go out for brunch with your parents this Sunday. Are you free?”
“When am I not free?” you retort lightly, but slip your phone out of your pocket to check your calendar anyhow. Seokjin glances over to your screen and once you finish, you slip it back into your pocket. “I have some marking to do, but I’ll probably finish by then.”
“Okay.” The pair of you turn back to continue monitoring the children playing and you’re glad to revel in the silence that’s been created between you. But after a beat, Kim Seokjin pipes up again. You don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s quite the talkative guy. “Hey, Y/N.”
You look over and he meets your eye.
He asks, “Am I your lock screen?”
Your face heats. If you were once cold, now you were warm from head to toe. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble. It was just a picture from the other day and you wanted to change things up on your phone. You had nothing else to use. It was convenient. That’s it.
Your entire relationship with him is built on convenience. At least...on his side it is.
Still, Seokjin grins and fortunately, he doesn’t tease.
You rush to change the subject. “A-Anyway, yeah, Sunday works for me. But we should probably talk about this after work.”
“Why? No one’s around.” His smile is spread from ear to ear and he leans in, whispering, “Are you that scared of people finding out we’re married?”
Immediately, you whip your head in all directions. Luckily, there’s no kid or nosy faculty member. You turn back to him, glaring. “I already said, I like to keep my private life under wraps.”
“I remember. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were embarrassed of me.”
You scoff and a murmur unintentionally spills out of you, “That’s impossible.”
You don’t notice Seokjin’s smile.
It’s been three months since you got married. It was a summer wedding. More importantly, it was an arranged marriage. And not because you were both wealthy and needed to be wedded to get the inheritance under some arbitrary contract rule or because it was your grandmother’s dying wish. No. You live a much more mundane, normal life than the dramas, movies and books.
It was your mom who threw a fuss. She was scared you’d be alone and unmarried, an old maid like your aunt — you didn’t say it, she just heavily implied it. But following her practically senile meltdown, you agreed. Partly to appease her worries and partly just out of curiosity.
You always wanted to get married. And deep down, you always wanted your own kids. But at the rate you were going, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to meet someone on your own.
What you didn’t expect on that blind date was for the other person to be Kim Seokjin, third grade teacher. Down the hall from you at the school. Someone across the room every lunchtime. Your dads were apparently long time colleagues, but Jin was still as equally shocked as you were during that first meeting. Yet, he easily agreed to getting married when you brought it up. Even when it was only after two months of occasionally seeing one another outside of your workplaces.
You still don’t know why he said yes.
“Ms. L/N!”
You’re torn out of your trance by a little girl at your knees.
She pouts. “Jennie won’t let me play on the slide!”
“Did you ask her to share?”
“Yes!”
Before any more can be said, she drags you over and Seokjin trails after you. There’s another girl with brown braided hair climbing on the slide, and she swivels her head over as the two of you approach, eyes the size of saucers.
“Are you taking turns, Jennie?” you ask her, and she vigorously nods.
“I am!”
“Well, you’ve been on it for a while. How about Lisa takes a turn next.”
“Okay,” she draws out and gets off of the slide before turning to her friend. “Here you go.”
It’s always little problems you have to solve — from sharing to knee scrapes and monkey bar accidents. Sometimes it’s difficult for the children to compromise, difficult for them to apologize and difficult for you to find a good solution. But you undoubtedly wish your own issues were this simple.
While you’re stuck in your thoughts, you miss Jin watching you fondly.
“You’re good with kids,” he says as you move out of the way of running children and walk back to the perimeter.
“I wouldn’t be doing this job if I wasn’t. But I deal with older kids much better.” There’s a reason you teach fifth graders and not any lower than that. Seokjin knows it too.
“Remember when we had to supervise that kindergarten class together?”
You shudder. “It was a nightmare.”
“You weren’t that bad,” he tries to say but then laughs. You feign a glare, and he adds on, “Okay. I’m sorry, but I still mean it. It’s not as terrible as you thought. You’d make a good mom.”
At that, your glare vanishes in favour of furrowing brows. You really shouldn’t, but you can’t help it when curiosity pries — so you break your own rule against discussing private matters at work.
“Do you want my kids?”
Seokjin is wide-eyed and he turns to you. “Why not? We’re married.”
“Yeah….but…”
“But? Do you not want kids?”
“No! I definitely want them,” you declare, almost a bit too boldly. He nods and you explain, “It’s just...I don’t know if you’re serious.”
Seokjin blinks. “I’m being perfectly serious.”
“I mean I don’t know if we’re serious.” You add, “Enough to have kids.”
“What’s more serious than being married?” Jin has a genuinely inquisitive and amused expression, head quirked to the side.
You inhale a sharp breath and his gaze coaxes you to go on, so you do. “It’s just that you agreed so quickly to be married to me. It doesn’t….feel real. I don’t know if you wanted to marry me, if you did it on a whim, if this is some kind of joke—”
He frowns. “This isn’t a joke, Y/N. I wanted to marry you.”
Your mouth hangs open. Your eyes are rounded.
“Wh—”
“Mrs. L/N!” You’re interrupted by your fifth-grader, Park Jimin. He sprints to you, huffing and puffing, before leaning his hands onto his knees to catch his breath. “Have you seen Taehyung?! We’re playing tag!”
“No, I haven’t.”
Jin suddenly points to the left. “He went that way.”
Jimin books it.
Silence fills the spaces between you and Seokjin again, but it isn’t like normal. It’s filled with unanswered questions and the suspenseful cliffhanger of an unfinished conversation. The laughter of kids on the playground and field resound around you, but for the first time, you don’t listen to it.
It fades into the background as you turn to Seokjin, wanting to know more. “What did you just say?”
The man smiles softly. “You have to know.”
“I don’t,” you assert. “So tell me.”
“I’ve always liked you.”
You blink and he continues, “Since you substituted for the art teacher and I saw you squirt red paint all over yourself. It’s something I couldn’t forget. Plus, the way you draw those stick people.” Seokjin laughs heartily and you’re trapped in your spot, unsure of how to react or what to say. He reads your expression and softens. “Did you really think I would rush into a marriage if I didn’t have feelings for you?”
“I…” Your mouth is agape. “I don’t know. Why did we never talk about this?”
Seokjin shrugs. “You never asked and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I knew you married me for convenience.”
“That’s not true,” you retort within a beat. This whole time, you thought he married you for convenience sake. But it wasn’t entirely like that for you.
Seokjin’s eyes are big and you swallow down your embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious every single breathing person loves you? It’s hard not to.”
Slowly but surely, a grin spreads into Seokjin’s puffy cheeks and he’s smiling from ear to ear again. “Well, you’re very good at hiding it then.”
Suddenly, the bell rings.
All the children reluctantly climb off the equipment, some dusting their hands while others grabbing their friends, and they rush into their lineups. There’s a few stranglers lugging their legs while groaning. But busy in their small playground worlds, no one turns around to notice you leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Seokjin’s mouth. It’s shy and brief, like the first peck exchanged between two for the first time. And you pull away just as fast, lips left tingling.
“We can continue this later, Mr. Kim.”
You stride off while Seokjin’s left smiling. After a breathless moment, he chases after you like children who have just made promises of their first love on the playground.
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