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yolli-es · 12 days ago

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Could you possibly write fluff alphabet prompts for the lovely girl Jinx :3

Fluff Alphabet Jinx ❣️

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2 (if you haven't watched it yet), mention of violent acts, psychological problems.

My heart is broken, so I hope this helps heal yours.. Perhaps I misunderstood the request and/or points.

Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Touch, touch, touch.

Does this all the time and expects the same from you. Jinx can never help it, she won't even try. Every time you're lost in thought, she'll take your hand and play with your fingers. Gently, lightly, and casually. You won't even notice, but she can do it for hours.

Jinx is very attached to you and never leaves you for more than an hour unless absolutely necessary.

Just let her do it.

Best friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Spontaneous. She often said something strange, and after looking at your face, she laughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. She came up with strange, sometimes too childish games to have fun and too dangerous to strengthen your relationship.

Like your first meeting. Don't be surprised if you bumped into her or she suddenly tried to steal something from you and then you became friends. This is Jinx.

You quickly got used to it.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Hug, hug, hug.

Jinx has received many hugs in her life, but never one that was so meaningful and necessary to her. Vi and Silco were important to her, but you have a deeper connection with her. Every hug reminds her that she is not just existing. It gives her strength and faith in her better side.

If she could, she would do it forever. It doesn't matter how, gently or harshly, with love or joy. The main thing is that it's you.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Surprisingly, Jinx is good at cooking. But only because she is picky. Yes, Zaun is not a buffet, but she knows exactly what she wants and how she will get it. She will not let you eat something garbage.

And yet, she just doesn't see the point in cleaning. Haven't you seen her lair?

"If it's dusty, you don't need it; what's the problem, toots?"

Ending: If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

No way.

It would be the end of the world. Break up with you after everything she's been through? Forget it. She'll do anything, from murder to rebuilding her personality. Yes, Jinx will resist and say that she won't do it. But she will. She's too scared. You've done so much for her, and she lives and breathes with you.

If you leave her, she will not leave you alone. Jinx will follow you in the shadows. It is unlikely that you will ever know that she is there, unless Jinx herself wants you to know. She will definitely find a way to come back to you, and believe me, you simply will not have a choice.

In case of an unforeseen situation... she definitely won't survive without someone's support.

Fiance(e): How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Never really thought about it. There's too much going on in her life to think about something as simple and mundane as a wedding.

But that doesn't mean she'll never think about it.

It will be like a sudden walk in Zaun when she suddenly sees a married couple and it dawns on her. Most likely, she will propose to you almost immediately after he thinks about it.

Say yes, and she will throw you the most lavish wedding. In her style, of course.

Say no, and she'll just wait before trying again.

Gentle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Jinx gives you all the tenderness that is left in her. Every time she tries to be more careful with you, especially when she tries to make it pleasant for you. Hugs, kisses, and games, in most cases, will take place in playful and caring touches.

But emotions are too much. Jinx can't control them, even though she tries. She has a hard time talking about her feelings, especially when they don't match yours. This only makes things worse and makes her feel misunderstand. So in her vulnerable moments, Jinx tries to move away from you, just to avoid scaring you and driving you both into a corner of fear and mistrust.

She's trying; give her a chance and time. You are a good influence on her.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Jinx hugs you often, and yes, it's the best way to say, "I'm here, and I love you." In most cases, it will do it too tightly; it is quite strong.

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

It's complicated. Even when Jinx confessed to you, she couldn't say it without stumbling and biting her lips.

It didn't get any easier with time. It's easier for her to show with actions than to say. She'll make, listen, steal, sew, cook, and anything but say? Oh... And yet, Jinx knows better than anyone how sometimes it is important to hear confirmation that you are loved.

And she will say it, definitely.

Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

It's so bad that she saw the enemy even in her sister. Just once, it was awkward, but still.

Jinx will definitely know if someone likes you. It must be her magic ability. Then she will be even closer, more aggressive, and talkative. She will lose her shyness even if you don't like it. Jinx might show you off her new gadgets with a hint of "Oh, I have no one to test this on." If the person doesn't understand... well, I think he did.

It's not you; no, she's absolutely certain of your loyalty. The problem is in this world and... in her. She's still Jinx, isn't she?

Kisses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

She kisses wherever and whenever she wants. Why should she choose or be shy?

Most of the time, these are innocent and quick pecks on the cheek, lips, and neck. Sometimes, you'll get a barrage of quick kisses, so attack back!

The rest of the time, Jinx does not skimp on long and intense kisses. She will always make the first "trial" kiss as if inviting you to continue and giving you the opportunity to say no. She won't object the rest of the time either, but then you will definitely not get rid of her teasing and sad face for the rest of the day.

Everything she does to you, Jinx expects to get in return.

Little ones: How are they around children?

Doesn't notice them most of the time. It's understandable; most of the children here are doomed.

And yet, if the child becomes a little closer to her than a stranger and Jinx sees the child's sincere affection, it will mean that now this is your child. It does not matter whether he has parents or some problems with anything; now this is your child, and Jinx loves him.

In most cases, she will act playfully with the child, playing out the older sister or "kind" parent. But that doesn't mean she won't eliminate any possible threat to the child. Don't underestimate her.

Morning: How are mornings spent with them?

When she wakes up before you, she lies still while you sleep. Maybe she's just thinking about something, or maybe she might be staring right at you. Maybe she's staring at you while she's thinking about something? As soon as she realizes you're about to wake up, she'll wake you up looking like she just got up and is bored.

When you wake up first, it's all up to you. Watch her, and Jinx will definitely be embarrassed about it after waking up. Wake her up, and Jinx will make a displeased face, only to relax you and attack you with a pillow from behind. Fall asleep again, and Jinx will beat you to it.

It won't be boring.

Night: How are nights spent with them?

Depends on Jinx's condition.

If she was even a little restless, the night would be the same. Jinx would wake up and unwittingly wake you. She's sorry; she didn't mean to.

If everything is fine, she sleeps like a hibernating bear. It seems as if even a nuclear explosion could not wake her up.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Talking about your feelings is a real problem for Jinx, let alone her past. Most likely, you already know a lot thanks to rumors in the city. Jinx will not comment on this in any way.

However, time goes by, and you have already been there more than once in the shittiest moments, opened your soul to her in the most difficult moments, and saved her in the most dangerous. The truth about her is the least she owes you.

Jinx starts slowly, from afar, and as if it's not about her at all. And then the story will get deeper and deeper, and you'll see not Jinx but Powder. After that, you'll be truly close.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

Very easy. A few careless words, and she's furious. Don't worry, Jinx won't hurt you. But she and the others may well suffer. She knows that you didn't wish her any harm, but she can't restrain herself.

Quizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Jinx knows and remembers absolutely everything. For her, every little thing about you is important and valuable. She never knows where and why it might be useful to her, but she is sure that this is important knowledge. Secrets that she will not share.

Remember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Every moment when she thinks, "I knew I was right about you."

One of those favorite moments was at the very beginning of your relationship. Some bastards were hunting her down and were damn close to catching her. When she was cornered, you showed up as their partner. You gloated and laughed, shook their hands, and even pointed a gun at Jinx. And all this in order to destroy these bastards. It was cruel, dirty, and instructive.

No more such gangs were formed.

She loves you so much.

Security: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

You won't find a more reliable partner. Jinx will save you at any cost; she is simply unstoppable. She has no fear and no limits when it comes to safety. Zaun does not forgive mistakes.

However, Jinx has never asked and will never ask you for protection. You have saved her many times, and yet she is still convinced that you are fragile and definitely cannot cope on your own.

When it comes to a real fight, Jinx will forget about all the nonsense.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Jinx will pretend that all this is nonsense and that she doesn't care about such trivial things. And then she will invest herself in it as if it is the last thing she will do in her life.

Ugly: What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Blow up anything and anyone.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

She doesn't care.

Of course, she won’t let herself get to the point of becoming a lump of dirt, but she’s indifferent to anything that doesn’t concern hygiene.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

Yes, and this is actually tragic.

Jinx tends to get attached to someone and build a very strong bond with them. When you're not around, she's not complete; everything seems to fall out of her hands. Everything that was perfect before doesn't work, and things that Jinx was confident in before are called into question.

She just needs to know how you'll react to anything before making any decisions; Jinx feels empty.

Xtra: A random headcanon for them.

You will definitely get small matching tattoos on your wrists, neck, or stomach. Jinx will be in the most visible place of your bodies.

She lets you paint her bombs and guns. It's personal to her.

Yuck: What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

Lies. In any form.

Jinx can't trust herself, so what's she supposed to do if she can't trust you? Even if it's a small thing, don't lie to her. It could become too big.

Zzz: What is a sleep habits of theirs?

Lie down on her, or Jinx will throw all her limbs at you. Don't even think about dodging or moving away; she will grab you tighter.

It helps her feel calmer.

Jinx loves you.

Thank you.

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goldensunset · 2 years ago

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MWAH <333 BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️

OK YEAH botw zelink is so. it’s so hhhhhgghhh y eah.,,, this game rewired 15 y/o me in indescribable ways can i just say. the chokehold they have on me. also ‘minor character’ how dare ye she’s the main character <3

also teba stan. good taste tbh hehehe nice. i’ve always found him a great guy who deserves more love

Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!! ❤❤❤❤

can I seriously just send this to you ten times? I look forward to following your blog every day. Also I just beat my second divine beast and while both Sidon and Revali are hot, I think stoic warrior bird dad Teba is the real king and yes I realize i've just probably ruined my pristine image lol also the bodyguard trope is clearly my thing because boy this zelink is by FAR the best of them all. they really did invent romance holy hylia

anyway uhhhh

love you dear

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dmagedgoods · 11 months ago

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I just really like the idea of Durge having previously dealt with Raphael, running into him with Amnesia and assuming they're in a relationship given all of Raphael's flirting and pet names. Durge deciding to kiss a shocked Raphael who goes along with it because he's been looking to find some kind of hold over them.

Anon, I need you to know how much this inspired me. I made a little story out of it with my own Durge Cian because it fits him so incredibly well. He's nothing if not obsessive. And especially obsessed with that devil. 😁

A Devil You Know? A Devil You Do?

Rating: General but a touch spicy

Relationships: Raphael/Durge (male, Cian)

Tags: obsessive thoughts, kissing, spoilers for act 2

Summary: Dark Urge Cian misunderstands his own obsessive thoughts about the local devil following him and assumes a relationship they don't actually have. - Much to the delight of the devil in question. AO3 ~ The picture was lively, like a vision haunting his every waking moment: Eyes of molten heat reaching out for his soul, the soul he yearned to possess, his elegant hair combed back, curling invitingly in his neck, calling for his fingers to bury themselves in its softness to bend his head to his liking, his expressive dark eyebrows, giving him too many hints, opening his emotions to him too easily, his aristocratic, suave features with a prominent nose and thin wide lips, indicating a dominating and controlling nature and other irresistible traits he wanted to lay open and dissect. He followed him with every step, even now Cian felt his presence while he was tossing and turning, restless, wide awake in the middle of this stinking, irksome camp surrounded by the darkness striking fear in the hearts of those around him. If only they knew. It was nothing but a weak shadow compared to the black abyss he felt in his very own chest. And yet. When he closed his eyes, he saw fire striking through its depth. – Burning hot on his skin and like a raging inferno in his guts. His fire. His torrid ambition. His glowing gaze. His fierce desire. He could feel it all, he could feel him with every breath. It was a game, wasn’t it? He is toying with me. ‘The mouse smiled brightly: It outfoxed the cat! Then down came the claw, And that, love, was that.’ He licked his paper-dry lips. There wasn’t much he could recall about himself, his memories kept withdrawing just in time whenever he tried to sink his fangs into their silhouettes, mocking him at the edge of his consciousness. And so did he. But his adoration for poetry, the way it resonated within him, brought him a profound, endearing joy. No, this was not a new development but an old, a familiar part of him the devil must have been aware of. ‘And that, love, was that.’

“You know me.” He spoke the words into the darkness. None of his companions roused from their sleep. But his invisible observer stayed silent. “And I know you, isn’t that true, devil? Despite the farce of an ‘introduction’, he had not only told him with his gazes, with his demeanor and luring sensuality, but with an open statement even, his little hint: ‘It's not every day one meets such a cavalier sinner such as yourself! A true, bloody pleasure.’ His pulse quickened, his blood rushed through his veins so loudly that he feared its noise would alarm the vampire. The strong bond he was sensing, the delight he felt, the growing desire: That devil and him, they were connected far beyond fleeting first impressions. You have been at my side, have you not?, he continued in his thoughts, so loud and focused that if Raphael indeed was near, he probably could hear them as clearly as his words, And now you patiently wait for me to remember. But even if I still lack the pictures and specifics as of now, I do remember you; a part of me recognizes what still lies buried. It would be impossible to forget a devil like you. He closed his eyes, listening for an answer that did not come. With a little smile, he turned to his side. The silence did not matter. Soon the truth would be revealed. - The child left the table with a self-satisfied grin. For someone her age, she was, well, bearable. Although, her victory was his, not hers, and – either way – mostly the devil’s, despite his defeat. Raphael’s reactions, their conversation, his comment when she disappeared into another part of the inn, and out of hearing, nothing of it left any doubt that he was after her soul and the game only had brought him closer to his goal. Naïve little girl. “The Theskan move suggestion was inspired,” Raphael said to him and now he himself was the one who felt a hint of self-satisfaction. Of course, he hid the fact that the devil’s compliment affected him.

“There is plenty about me you have no idea about.” “Don’t I, indeed …” Raphael did not attempt to sound convincing. “Or maybe,” Cian stepped closer. “That’s only what you want me to believe.” One of those vivid eyebrows wandered higher. “How long do you think you can fool me?” “Fool you,” Raphael repeated slowly and with a shimmer of amusement in his eyes, “And how exactly do you believe I'm doing th…” With calm determination, Cian closed the last distance between them and cut off his words by pressing his lips to his. Raphael’s eyes widened in utter surprise. He refused to return the kiss, keeping his mouth taut and inaccessible. Have I been wrong? Fear and a hollow cold spread through his insides, despite the warmth of the skin he was still touching, hands buried in the expensive fabric of Raphael’s clothes. Cian readied himself to step back and apologize – with calm nonchalance, protecting his pride or as much of it as he could save. But suddenly Raphael’s grip tightened around his hip. He didn’t allow him to escape. Instead, he moved his lips against his mouth and used his consequent little sound as an opportunity to tease his tongue with the tip of his. It sent tingling pleasure through his body and fierce heat to the very bottom of his soul. Relief flooded every fiber of his being, and he grabbed the devil harder. Raphael was taller than him, stronger too, still, he wanted to claim him as his, to remind him that he was. Prying his lips open further, he slid his tongue behind those pearly teeth, invading his mouth and deepening the kiss with unrestrained passion that now was returned with the same demanding harshness. Their tongues pushed against the other insistently, hungry for sensation, hungry for dominance. For the duration of their kiss, nothing else existed but the devil in his arms and his eager touch. But when they finally parted, he could feel the shocked gazes of his companions. Astarion overcame his surprise first and let out a delighted little laugh. “No no no, please don’t stop now, I was enjoying the show!” “You can’t be serious.” Wyll spat those words out with undisguised disgust. “I’m sure you two could get a room if you asked,” Shadowheart commented drily. Cian cleared his throat, and Raphael allowed him to retreat. “Forgive the spontaneous assault,” he said without paying much attention to the others. “But I needed the confirmation.” “The confirmation of what, if I may ask?” Raphael asked, the curiosity in his voice seemed genuine. Now it was for him to raise a brow. “That we know each other intimately. When did you plan to tell me the truth about our past? – About our connection?” Raphael hesitated. – His gaze piercing as if he was searching for something in his eyes. Did he try to find out how much of it he already remembered? Cian knew he would need to be careful with what he believed him until his memories truly returned. His partner or not, he was a devil after all. And they loved their little games and secrets. Eventually, Raphael smiled a charming smile. “Well, as you proved just now, it won’t be necessary to tell you anything about your forlorn past. It’s much more intriguing to watch it return to your eager mind.”

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year ago

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Survivor's Guilt Part 2

Part 1

Chris Redfield x fem!reader, Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst on ethans side, re7 spoilers, canon violence (zombies, horror, guns), cheating kind of, near death experiences..i think thats it

Author’s Note: I felt like this story led organically towards Chris though that does not mean I don’t love Ethan to death. I felt unsure about the ending but am glad I was able to write a part 2 because people have been asking about it!

Tagging: (i hope you guys dont mind I’m tagging you but you seemed interested in a second part!) @godihatethiswebsite @undeadfreak47 @hexaecana @elysiaaaaaaa

Summary: You and Chris search for Ethan in the ship and old feeling resurface.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Chris’s voice was even when he spoke, even when he was scared. Especially when he

was scared. There was no point in making everyone else react to something if he could just keep that all pent up, make everyone think he had it under control. Your face was so wide with terror, the kind he had never seen plastered on your face before. He didn’t recognize it on your features but he recognized it. He knew it from the civilians he helped, those that were so worried about their loved ones that they would do anything to see them safe. The look in your eyes dripped with self sacrifice. He wondered if he looked like that when he was with you. He wondered if despite what he thought, he looked like that even now, following you around and blocking you from danger.

You had lost Ethan. Lost him in the house, on the ship. You were stuck walking around a shipwreck that was too large to case, too large to fully understand.

Chris was trying his best to make you feel like he had it under control. He would find Ethan, return him back to you, never see you again. The more time he spent alone with you the less that became a priority so he was eager to forget this ever happened. Forget it happened for the sake of his sanity. Forget that there was likely a life where you and he were happy and normal and domestic.

Even when you brushed past him in the tight hallways of the ship, he longed for your touch.

“If Ethan’s here then so is Mia,” you muttered. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It sounded so loud but you were trying to ensure it didn’t echo down the hallway. You could never be sure that there wasn’t something watching you.

“Eveline too,” Chris said, just as quietly. You were both tense as you walked around a corner. Chris hadn’t put his gun down in ages. It was starting to leave imprints in his gloved hands.

“It’ll be a party,” you muttered. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the ground. You rushed forward in the near darkness to find a knife, a lot like the ones left at the Baker house. It had dark blood smeared on the tip. There was nobody to accompany it.

“You think it’s Ethan’s?” he questioned, looking over your shoulder. You shrugged.

“Could be. Could be Mia’s.” You pocketed it. You kept walking. Chris followed you, watching your six like his life depended on it. You glanced back at him. “How did things get like this? When I left, all the monsters were tangible. I could see them coming for me. Now we’re here with slime on the walls?”

"There's some sort of hive mind,” he explained. “There’s too much to tell you now. You’ll just have to trust me when I say it’s evolved.”

“Yeah well, I can tell that it’s evolved. But how?”

“We don’t know.”

“You’ve been knee deep in this for so long and you still don’t know the reason it’s all happening? Is it Umbrella? Is it the world finally caving in?” You turned around to look at him. He almost ran into you. “Pretend I’m a civilian asking you these questions. How do you answer them? How do you tell people that you can be a perfectly nice family out in the middle of nowhere and still be targeted by something beyond your control?” His jaw set. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark so much so that you could see Chris’s stubble. You could see the look in his eyes, the challenge.

He took the words as an insult. He took you being here, as an insult. He had done so much to protect you just for you to end up in the same place you would’ve even if he had kept you by his side.

“Umbrella started something and they don’t know how to finish it,” he said finally. “But the world has assured us that there are other forces at work here. Eveline is not exactly an Umbrella creation.” You shook your head.

“Of course not. Because that would be too easy. You defeat the big bad and it always comes back with more heads right?” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I’m coming at your throat. I just never thought I would be here again.” You had been comforted with the knowledge that people like Chris were out there protecting you. That was the only reason you let yourself go.

“The world isn’t exactly fair.”

“It never has been.”

Your eyes lingered on his. Remembering what it was like to touch him. Remembering what he looked like in the morning, the sun on his face, a gentle smile on his lips, a chaste kiss on your skin. The very thought made you angry. You had left all of this to have a life you weren’t even allowed to have anymore.

It didn’t matter if Ethan lived through this or not. You would be right back where you had started years before. In danger. Always.

There was a bang in the room before you. You turned around, gun raised again. It sounded like something hard had hit something metal. The conversation was over once again and you were back.

You slowly slipped back into the you that understood how to use this gun well. The rust was chipping off. You were a soldier again. Had you ever stopped? Had your life with Ethan been anything except a distraction from who you really were? Had you been pretending this whole time to be something you knew you could never have?

You shoved the door open.

Mia stood at the end of the room. There was a large pipe surrounded by grated walkways. She was facing you. Even though she was hidden by her dark hair, you recognized her instantly. She was swaying a bit, twitching.

“Mia,” you prodded. Her neck twitched. You saw an eye peek from behind her hair. “Mia, please put your hands in the air.” She didn’t make any movement, indicating that this was the Mia that took your boyfriend's hand off. Your face hardened as you approached her, gun raised, wondering if Ethan was already dead. “Mia.”

She lunged at you without saying anything. She threw no insults, she didn’t bother to pretend. She just lunged. You shot at her but it only momentarily stopped her. It was like you had thrown a ball at her shoulder instead of a bullet. You kept shooting, even though it was doing effectively nothing. She reached you, hands on your sides with inhuman strength.

You could hear Chris moving. You had never been more glad you had called him. You struggled with Mia, her snarls biting at air. You kicked her, you scratched at her, you used everything you could remember from training.

She was thrown off you.

You scurried away, backing away. You grabbed your gun which you had lost in the scuffle. You aimed it well, hitting her head in a clean shot. It went through her eye and out the other side. She stumbled.

Someone was picking you up. You grabbed them, allowing them to help you to your feet. You recognized Chris as you stood against him, still shooting at her until the clip was empty. Your breathing was ragged and angry and worried.

She fell to the ground.

You knew she wouldn’t be down long. You had to leave. You had to lock her in this room and burn the place down.

Chris did the thinking for you. He had your arm in his hand, dragging you past her and out of the room. He shut the door behind him, pushing down on the handle. He broke it.

You stared at the clouded window and felt a pang of guilt mixed with anger. She was the reason you were here. Now she was going to die, infested by a virus that wasn’t her.

You were still holding on to Chris. You might’ve stopped for a moment but now your hand was back on his arm, your brain blurry with thoughts. He looked down at you, eyes meeting.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t think about kissing him. You just did it.

Your lips were on his and it felt like home. It felt like you had never left, like you had kissed him yesterday and you would kiss him tomorrow. It was filled with the emotion of every single year you had been apart, by everytime you wondered if he was dead in a ditch, everytime you got drunk and swore not to think about him.

His strong hands were so gentle when they held you.

Though passionate, the kiss was short lasting.

You pulled away and your eyes stayed shut for a moment, pretending you were home with him, like you had never left. Then they were open again and the nightmare remained.

There was no regret in his eyes. There was no regret in yours. It was a mutual feeling, broken only by the duties of soldiers who had loved each other for a little too long. The bucket had overfilled and tipped over.

“We have to find Ethan,” he reminded you.

Ethan.

Guilt hit you like a truck. He could be dead. You looked forward, giving no other words to justify or break what had just happened. Chris let you be, let the kiss hang in the air.

Ethan was not far. Chris had called for backup when you entered the ship and his friends arrived just in time. You helped Ethan finish off Eveline and were shot out of the ship, landing hard back in the outside world. Chris’s people carried you away in a helicopter as the nightmare of the Baker house erupted in flames. What had been a horror was now nothing but a burnt part of the map, something people would merely whisper about.

Chris brought you back to where the BSAA had set up camp.

You had a hand in Ethan’s. He looked exhausted. There was something off about the look in his eyes but you couldn’t place it and you didn’t feel like asking him about it. Questions like that came later, when you were less tired and more hydrated.

“I’m sorry I lost the cars,” he muttered. He was sitting on the makeshift hospital bed. There was no one else there. People had gone to try and find Lucas, who had been lost in the fire and not confirmed dead. You were sitting in a chair beside him, in silence.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m sorry about Mia.” He took a deep breath. He did not tell you it was okay.

“We’re gonna bring in the best medical help,” Chris explained. He watched as Ethan’s hand left yours. “Doctors are coming in right now to look you both over.”

“What about you?” you questioned. “You were in there, just the same as me.”

“I’ll get looked at. I have to go with my team back in and find Lucus.” Your jaw hardened.

“The work doesn’t end,” Ethan observed. He understood why you left.

“By yourself?” you questioned.

“I’m a big boy,” he promised you. You purse your lips, glancing at Ethan. You had no idea the world was this bad. You had no idea it had gotten so much worse since you left the job.

“Let me go with you.” He shook his head.

“Absolutely not.”

“No.” Him and Ethan spoke over each other. You gave Ethan a look.

There was something in your eyes that he didn’t recognize. He wondered if he had lost you the second he left your house without telling you. Had that been the breaking point in your relationship? Did relationships survive things like this?

Yours and Chris’s did, Ethan thought. You and Chris slipped back into each other like puzzle pieces. It was like no time had passed. No kind of ill will had come between the two of you, from the looks of it right then. Ethan wanted to desperately grab your hand, beg you to stay with him, tell you that he couldn’t afford to lose both you and Mia. Instead he watched your face as you looked at Chris.

“I’m a big girl Chris.”

“You’ve been out of the game for too long. You can’t just jump back in like this.”

“I just did. I have knowledge of the interior, we were just there Chris. It would be smarter to bring me.” Chris and you stared at each other with looks that Ethan could be envious of. Challenging, protective, loving. “Let me go back. Let me back in.”

This life was like a drug. You could be gone forever but the second you could come back it was too addictive to stay away from. You stood up.

“You’re the captain now hm? You tell them I can help. You know I can help.” You walked up to him.

“I almost lost you back there.” He didn’t specify that it was the fight with Mia that had him particularly worried but you knew it was. You knew that he was also thinking about the kiss that happened right afterwards.

It hadn’t left your mind.

“Chris I’ll find my way back here either way,” you muttered. “There’s no use in trying to stop me.”

If Ethan wasn’t there he would’ve kissed you. Instead he dipped his head.

“Talk to your boyfriend about it.” You looked back at Ethan. Chris left the tent. You were left alone together for the first time since before the whole ordeal. Conflicted, you walked back to him.

“Go,” he said, voice strong.

“Huh?” Ethan’s face was soft and understanding.

“Go.” There was a beat of silence as you stared at him, trying to read his expression. He had just been through everything and was letting you go? “I know why you left this. But this is your life, isn’t it?” Your face scrunched into a hurt expression.

“Not necessarily-”

“The only reason you left is because you wanted to prove a point to him. You proved your point.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I want to go home. I want to take you with me. But I don’t think that’s what you want and that’s okay.”

“Ethan-”

“It’s not what you want, right?” You remained quiet. You couldn’t argue with that. He was right. You wanted to stay here. You wanted to get back into a fight you had once been so passionate about. He nodded once. You weren’t sure if he was numb or in complete control. “Exactly.” He grabbed your hand. “I dragged you back into this the second I believed that email.”

“But the house,” you whispered.

“We’ll figure it out. Just go. Please.” You nodded curtly.

“Okay,” you breathed. He wouldn't look at you. You got up slowly, wondering if this was really happening. You tried to tell yourself doing it now was for the best. This is the only outcome that would’ve made any sense.

You left the tent.

“Oh shit.” You looked up. You were met with John Perlman, someone you used to work with. He was older now but had the same slanted smile. “The rumors are true.”

“Perlman,” you breathed, laughing a bit.

“How are you doin girl?”

“I’m okay,” you said and you meant it. You were alright. You were gonna be alright.

“I hear you’re going back to the tunnels with the boss,” he observed. “You back in it?” Your eyes searched for Chris. You found him in front of a different tent, grabbing a box of things.

“I guess so.” “He kept all your things when you left,” Perlman explained. “I’m sure he’s still got ‘em. It’s nice to have you back.” He pat your back before walking past you. The short conversation ended. Chris approached you with the box.

“Well?” he asked.

“I’m ready Cap.” He nodded once and then handed you what he was holding. You looked down in it. The Dragoon you had used for years sat at the top of the box. “You kept all this?”

“Just in case.”

“You broke up with me, you know that?” you looked back up at him.

“If you’re gonna be in this I’d rather you be in this with me.” He gave you a curt nod. “We had out in 15.”

He started to walk away.

“Wait! Wait Chris,” you called. You put the box down by your feet. He turned around just in time for you to throw your arms around him. You kissed him again, this time like you weren’t about to die. He held you tightly to him, comfortably.

He’d be okay. You would be okay.

#chris redfield x fem!reader #chris redfield x reader #ethan winters x fem!reader #ethan winters imagines #resident evil imagines #chris redfield x reader x ethan winters #chris redfield x fem!reader x ethan winters

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a-whispering-echo · 2 years ago

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Hello! I'm Whisp, but you can also call me Rue.

HERE IS A PRONOUN/LIST DESCRIPTION (i stole it from chair hehe)

HERES MY KOFI!

HERES MY AO3!

If you ever want to use my art in anything (edits, videos even reposting on other sites, what ever it may be), you have my permission, but you must give credit to me via a link back to the original post or my account (unless it was made for you,) i do not accept any other method. If i catch you not crediting me, i will ask you to add it, (I totally understand that sometimes you just forget) but if you still don't, i will report you.

If you want to use an au i have made for anything, you totally can, i'd be honoured! crediting me by name is fine here, but i need a link if you specifically using my work :)

At the current time I am 19 years of age. And as such, some of my content may be suggestive in nature.

I do not post anything majorly sexual, but some of my content may have suggestive themes or gore.

These post will have a warning, and a menu you must click to see the rest of the post. I am not responsible for your actions in this situation, and I will NOT take any arguments on the matter, you clicked that post yourself, I am not to blame.

I do allow minors to follow me, but do be aware of the previously mentioned posts. Do not interact with those posts, I am once again not to blame if you see things you have been warned about.

If you see a post of mine that you believes needs a trigger warning, just let me know, ill add it, i don't want to upset anyone!

At this moment in time I AM OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS! - pleas click the link to be directed to my Kofi!

My rambling/everyday life tag is Rue Rambles - feel free to block the tag if you dont want to see me, as the tag suggests, ramble :)

My WIP tag is - Rues Wips - once again, if you are not interested or would like to avoid spoilers for any of my upcoming art, feel free to filter it!

My talking about songs in relations to the skellies tag is Rues Skelly Songs

Here is the sans au nickname masterpost link!

My content may change due to whatever I am hyperfocused on at the time. At the moment, this fandom is: Undertale

But you can always talk to me about the following:

-sanders sides

- BBC sherlock

-BBC ghosts

-Good omens

-The Umbrella Academy

-Stardew Valley

-Cult of the Lamb

( this list is susceptible to change.

I have several Undertale Multiverses:

-Unrivaled Elementals

-The Medium Multiverse ( this has its own blog right here. (MAJOR DEATH AND GORE WARNING

-Unnamed pirate au

-Forgotten Gods

-The human band au

-Animal shifters

-Asylum Au

-Graveyard au (Making a Grave Mistake)

-Cludo Au

-Spray Painters Au

-The Heathers au

-The Death Row au

-The Ballet au

-Cross-aline

AND MANY MORE!

( I do have plans for these, and they will likely be written on my Ao3

I will never post anything with incestuous ships, it is something do not support, but i do not attack those who do, i will just not interact with it, i ask that you respect this and do the same.

My ask box is always open, for whatever you may need. - from someone to talk to to someone to show memes too, i am here.

This post may change as i think of what to put here,

Have a lovely day/night,

-Whisp :)

#intro post #pinned post #pinned intro

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storiesbyjes2g · 1 year ago

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Sweet Beginnings Tag

This tag is all about looking at your past. All you need to do is to find one of the first screenshots you ever took (preferably also published), and post it beside the recent one! And tell everybody when you took that first picture! Oh, and don’t forget to tag your posts! #sweet beginnings tag

Thanks for the tag, @mysimsloveaffair! And @beebeesiims too.

I'm kinda bummed I don't have any Sims 3 screenshots. I know I have some on the computer collecting dust in my room, but I didn't nickname it "the airplane" for no reason lol. There's no way I'm turning that thing on. Instead, what I have for you guys is the first screenshot of my legacy house! This is Xavier Pruett, and I started his legacy challenge immediately when I got The Sims 4, so this was September 2014. I took off two days from work so I could dive into this game, and now I can't stop complaining about it lol. But yeah! This was me! Plumbob in full glory, walls down, and taken from 15 miles away lol. I knew nothing about taking game pictures and had never been part of an online gaming community before. But look at me know! It's because of the community (especially THIS one!) that I am where I am today! 💛 (give yourselves a hand!) Today, I see things cinematically, use a ton of cc, actually understand the purpose of clutter (lol), and am completely in love with lighting mods. Well, mods in general. I was vanilla for a looooooong time! I had a much nicer pic to share with you, but I don't want to give any spoilers about which friend(s) Luca has been spending time with, so enjoy the eye candy. (But uhhhhhh...if y'all want the spoiler...)

For everyone out there just starting out, and side eyeing your own content, comparing yourselves to me and other people you follow, just stick around! It'll rub off on you. Be observant, ask questions, and don't be afraid to experiment. Those of you who have been around since the beginning of The Piersons and Friends, and even before, you know how many iterations I've gone through lol. It's a process! Just embrace it. Don't disparage your own stuff.

Let's see it @soulsimmin @bridgeportbritt @maladi777 @hazelminesims

#tagged #sweet beginnings tag

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jgyapologism · 5 months ago

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tag game 🫧

tagged by @icouldhyperfixatehim - thanks for thinking of me <3

1. why did you choose your url?

i don't even remember what my url was before this honestly wow. umm so about 4 years ago i was introduced to the untamed by a close friend and we binged all 50 episodes in a week and then i proceeded to be obsessed with it for like. a year and a half after. i chose THIS url b/c [untamed spoilers incoming] jgy = jin guangyao, who is by all accounts a little meow meow who has done nothing wrong ever *wink* and who i will protect against the haters at all costs. jgyapologist didn't have the same ring to it, and i have MULTIPLE apologisms for him so. jgyapologism was born

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

i used to have a fandom one but deleted it in a fit of rage back in 2012. no i will not divulge which fandom it belonged to.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

this blog specifically since 2016 i think, but i've been on tumblr since 2010.

4. do you have a queue tag?

honestly i've never much gotten into queuing. i should. i should do that

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i mean. because tumblr

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

ah yes. my current hyperfixation is bnha and he (bakugou katsuki) is one of my favorite characters.

7. why did you choose your header?

cherry blossoms!! it's a shot from bnha again. and cherry blossoms signify new beginnings in japan. i think it's sweet.

8. what is your post with the most notes?

i am tumblr illiterate, despite how long i've been on here. i don't really make posts, and i don't often check how popular they are. so, idk. i'm just here for the posts man.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

no idea. room for more?

10. how many followers do you have?

i am but a meager blog. a tiny ant in the sea of crumbs searching for its place. (198)

11. how many people do you follow?

219. so my follow/follower ratio is actually pretty level.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

idk probably. who hasn't?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

how often do i pick my nails? how often do i yawn? how often do i walk into a room in my house and forget wtf i went in there for? <<< keeping this b/c it's too perfect of an answer

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

hahahahha on a side blog once yeah. all the time. i've been here for over a decade. have you truly experienced tumblr if you haven't been in a blog war?

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

i've done it. you've done it. we've all done it. you do you, man.

16. do you like tag games?

i do!!! they're fun and i like that people think of me when they're tagging people to play them. it makes me warm and gooey inside.

17. do you like ask games?

same as above! i feel honored that anyone would want to grace my ask box

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ummm i know of one that's pretty well known but idk their follower count so how can i truly know whether anyone is tumblr famous?

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

all of you ;)

20. tags?

you get a tag! you get a tag! you all get a tag! otherwise @muqingapologist @original-robin @autisticbokutoenthusiast @jimmysea @burnsuncomet @khaostache

#tag game

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microwaving-tesilid-argente · 1 year ago

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This blog is not spoiler free.

Please block the following tags: 1) roast potato 2) mash potato 3) s class heroine spoilers 4) s-class heroine spoilers if you're webtoon-only and want to avoid spoilers

Please also note that I've only read up to ~Ch 180 (Mirror Princess dungeon). Please do not spoil or even hint at anything in the rest of the story. Thank you!

For spoilers on the lastest updates, I use the tags "webnovel reactions" and "webtoon updates". I read the webtoon on Tapas, so I will be ahead of aggregators.

If you're not into my rarepair delusions, it's tagged "tes/hes" and "hestio/reed". And if you're into it, my tes/hes sideblog is @teshes-brainrot

Please don't be shy to send an ask or interact!!! The tag is pretty lonely rn and i'm doing all this in hopes of making the space more lived-in for the next person. Please don't be shy to spam like old posts. Banging pots and pans and waving smoke signals ARE YOU OUT THERE!!! PLEASE RESPOND! !

Masterlist

(Properly formatted posts in bold):

- Differences between the webnovel and webcomic (spoiler-free)

- What we know about the original Saint

- Summary of Tesilid's regression rounds (MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS)

- Theory for what's happening with the timeloops and how this loop will unfold

- Art references (Ailette: child w pink hair) Tesilid's hair

- Playlist (Youtube link) (1st root post) (2nd root post)

- Propaganda Post (Why you should read S-Class Heroine, and also a vague mini-character summary of Tesilid) (crossposted on r/OtomeIsekai)

- tvtropes page

- ao3 link

- Ephael's morality

- (ALL W MAJOR SPOILERS) Reed's morality + summary of my general attitude towards him + more

- The ultra specific grief that this story makes me feel as a reader

- Me having a Kim Dokja moment

- Tesilid and Ailette flipping the ML-FL dynamics

- Tesilid and beauty

- Vatican trio

Vatican trio angst

Speculation about their pre-17th lives

hair braiding

Taglist for my reference: (contains spoilers)

pre-regression/early-regression tesilid: fresh potato

100th tesilid: roast potato

current loop tesilid: mash potato

speculation, theory, timeline

tesilid moodboard

Other characters' tags: grandpa, reed, ephael chaletino, hestio ligenel

mimin draws, mimin rambles (for stuff unrelated to s-class heroine), mimin trying to write

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Moments that make me lose my mind in hindsight: (ALL CONTAIN MAJOR SPOILERS)

"Right. You're on the side of this world."

Tesilid saying "i need to go to church because i have a sinful body"

"It's okay even if you forget me. Because I will come and find you."

My initial reaction to 17th Tesilid

Tesilid's shock at the reveal that Ailette is Hearthfenrir's granddaughter

Minor references (major leaps being made) to Ailette's past life (money) (food)

Ailette -> Tesilid (1) (2)

Tesilid -> Ailette (summary) (status screens)

Reed -> Ailette

"All the me's who would traded the world for you are dead" + Magic Republic fight

"What an enthusiastic welcome"

Mirror Dungeon and depressive exhaustion

Calling the same face syndrome accusations now

Hestio & Ephael's reintroductions in the 17th round

Reed in the week of regressions & start of 17th

Tesilid as an ML / vs usual ML tropes

Reaction to Valley of Heretics (Webtoon 50) Adapation

Tesilid is a big fat liar and i'm here for it

Floppy Disk Reveal arc (dungeon gate) (the actual reveal)

Mirror Princess Arc (Start)

the dynamics of their Order is going to be so funny

young tesilid is sooo cute

"it's been a long time for me, but it may not be for you"

mermaid AU thoughts

webtoon 63 cut scene thoughts ("Do you trust me?")

Strict Order as a metaphor for writer's block

Translations:

Love Catastrophe

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heckcdup · 2 months ago

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Guidelines

1. Please no god-modding (Aka controlling my character without my permission) I will auto not reply to you.

2. Please no hate, I can take criticism, if you have ANY kind suggestions, please be…kind about it! Hate will cause an instant block

3. Keep in mind that I am a person, real person, I have a life, I work full time (over time), I run another blog, a personal one, and I have a million other role plays off of tumblr that I have been doing for years so if I owe you something don’t pester me. If you haven’t heard from me in say…a day or two then send me a reminder, but otherwise, I don’t want to hear every hour that I haven’t replied yet. Thanks!

4. NSFW- yes, smut included (mun is over 21– over 35 actually), I will tag nsfw, as nfsw.

5.I try to tag, sometimes I forget, sometimes I’m lazy. I’m working on it though- if there is something that you wish to tag please tell me and I will usually prioritize tagging that. (spoilers tag is usually -insert show/movie here- spoilers, example: arrow spoilers that being said this is not a spoiler free blog)

6. This is a multi-ship, multi-verse, multi-everything. muses crossover okay blog so all threads will exist in alternate universes unless stated otherwise or discussed between muns.

7. I am a shipwhore, 9/10 times If you ship it I ship it, .5 times if you don’t ship it I probably ship it and the other .5 times if I don’t ship it I can be convinced to ship it. There is only one small catch to this- chemistry. Chemistry between muns and muse is important to me. If my writing doesn’t flow with yours then I’m sorry I can’t promise the ship will work out (this goes for any ship, friendship, relationship, enemy-ship…) I usually don’t turn people away. I try to give everyone a chance, but I make no promises. In reverse though, being a shipwhore I will never force a ship. If you don’t ship something that is FINE, even if its just with my portrayal, let me know if that’s the case! Really I’m not going to get offended or upset or freak out. Felicity could use friends- enemies? family? I just love to rp in general. If I ever seem to be making you uncomfortable with a ship than tell me please. I would hate to do that to someone just like I would hate for it to happen to me, all I ask is that you tell me nicely and I promise I won’t bite, really!

8. THIS BLOG IS SELECTIVE PRIVATE AND MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE. I do have mains and will make a mains page but anyone I follow and follows me I will interact with regardless of being a main or not, otherwise if I don’t follow you please refrain from sending me things. Breaking this rule to the point of making me uncomfortable will lead me to blocking you.

9. Just because I’ve been having trouble on and off the last few months with this I want a reminder, while I am mutually exclusive I am NOT fully exclusive. I WILL interact with multiples of the same character. I WILL have multiples of the same character on my mains list if I feel like it. This is not done to hurt anymore or because I don’t like certain portrayals. If I follow you I like you. It’s as simple as that. I just cannot and will not be limited or held back with who I want to write with.

10. I reserve the right to change any of these rules at anytime. If I do I will post a PSA.

11. This is more just a side note not so much a rule but…Not all gifs or icons are mine. They are found on icon/gif hunts which can/have been credited by liking and/or reblogging (tagged: icons or gif hunt) or made for me. If you see something of yours and wish me to either credit or not use please let me know I don’t bite and I would never intentionally take something that wasn’t meant to be shared!

#;; rules post #probably should have put this first but ya know its fine #cause im just gonna link this post to the pinned one I'm gonna have shortly

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fairestdecay · 3 months ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘 : an independent, private portrayal of eirwen ( snow white ) & efa ( the witch queen ) as narrated by julian. sideblog to @witchdoctrines. carrd.

𝐖𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒.

rules under construction, if you're following this blog from the jump it's almost definitely because you know me. in which case if you're reading this hi i love you dearly.

i. 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒. this blog is NOT spoiler free. i will not be tagging spoilers solely because this entire blog is a spoiler. if i tagged spoilers i would be tagging functionally the entirety of this blog. if you do not want to be spoiled for the events of cinderella's castle prior to its youtube release, i highly recommend NOT following at this time.w.

ii. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. this blog is private and independent, and mutuals only. all follow backs will come from @witchdoctrines as this is a side blog. you are not obligated to follow my main blog to be mutuals with this blog.. i will not follow back anyone under the age of 18, and i will very rarely follow back anyone under the age of 21. this is for my own personal comfort, i have nothing against young writers and actively encourage it. by that same token i am also not far off from 29 at this point and have been writing on this platform for over a decade. i've come to accept that i am somewhat picky in writing partners and have learned what styles i mesh well with. i typically favor plotted dynamics and multi para or novella threads. that isn't to say i never write anything else i have just found that to be what i write most.

iii. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 i am open to shipping both platonically and romantically. i sincerely adore creating deep and meaningful dynamics that are incorporated into headcanons and threads with others. i want our characters to feel real and their world to feel lived in. i put a lot of effort into that and really enjoy creating those relationships. if you have concepts please always feel free to approach me with them as i am typically very open.

iv. 𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐬 the standard please do not be a dick rules apply. seriously i shouldn't have to tell you not to be a bad person or not to do bad things, we are in theory, all adults here. lets act like it. i do not have a formal DNI, if i find something uncomfortable i simply won't follow back. if i don't follow you back, you're welcome to ask why but i am fully within my rights to deny you an answer. if you act like a dick, i will block you. it's just that simple for me at this point. i'm here to have fun, not to feed anyone's ego.

v. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 hi i'm julian, they/them (he/him is also fine), 28, live in CST. if the pronouns didn't give it away, i'm non binary, i'm also queer. i work a full time job in a law office, and during the months of september and october typically work a second as a puppeteer for a local haunted house which means during the later part of the season i may be working up to 70 hours a week. if i'm not always responsive, that's probably why. that being said, i am also forgetful and do not mind and even appreciate a gentle nudge if you think i've forgotten a reply or message. my discord is available to all mutuals, and i promise that i'm actually a friendly person and a huge nerd. i spend a not insignificant amount of time at work during my downtime writing metas and crafting stories. i deeply enjoy writing and have a lot of passion for it. i've met my closest friends through this hellsite and i expect in time i'll continue to meet many more wonderful people. if you're afraid to approach me out of character, please feel free to like a plotting call and i will come to you. or send an ask. if we are mutuals it's because i want to write with you. i promise.

vi. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. psd is slime blaster by @pinkinnards,.

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noonesoldier · 3 months ago

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

NOONESOLDIER : an independent, private alaric beaumont ( original character ) for cinderella's castle as penned by julian. sideblog to @witchdoctrines. affiliated with @halfcaped & @summeredbreath. carrd.

𝐖𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒.

vi. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. psd is slime blaster by @pinkinnards.

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halfcaped · 3 months ago

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𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 : an independent, private tadius of cinderella's castle as penned by julian. sideblog to @witchdoctrines. carrd.

𝐖𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒.

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Heal What Has Been Hurt Pt.2 (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

Part 1

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Warnings: Noncon (the r4p3 word is in here so just a heads up), humiliation, noncon smut, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, neck fetish, love bites, slight pray chase

7k ish words

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It had been many hours since you had passed out, your body moving slowly, turning your head and fluttering your eyes open. Groaning, you tried to inch closer to the edge of the bed, but a strong arm held you in place. Turning your head slightly, you saw Eddie sleeping, his arm tucked tightly under your waist. Attempting to pry his hand away from you, he grunted, pulling you in closer, your back right on his chest. “Can you please go back to sleep. You need to rest” his tone cold, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Eddie, what are we still doing here”

Eddie sighed, opening his eyes now, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck. He kissed it lightly, taking in your scent, “You just have to learn how to cooperate a bit, follow directions, and not fight me. Do all that, and we can go back out”

“What do you mean?”

“It’ll all make sense soon, baby. Just go back to sleep…unless you want to do something else” he whispered, trailing more kisses down your neck, his hips grinding into your ass. Bitting down on your lip, you froze, careful to not provoke him.

“What about school. I can’t just miss that” you changed the subject, making him grunt, annoyed. “I’ll take care of that for you, but forget about all that for now. Just relax” he cooed, sliding his hand down to your leg, goosebumps erupting right under his touch. “Let me make love to you, sweetheart. You deserve to be treated nice and gentle…..sometimes” he moaned, his hard dick pressing against your ass now. His hand was no longer holding you down, so you quickly rolled over and got off the bed.

“Eddie please! I still like you a lot and I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened. But I don’t want to stay here. I need to go back home, to my family, my life. You can’t just keep me here, this is illegal and wrong in so many ways” you explained agitated. The sudden movement made you see stars, moving a little too quick for your body to handle. He rushed to your side before you lost your balance completely. He led you back to bed, sitting you down gently. Kneeling in front of you, he took your hands into his, “You have to show me that you can be trusted y/n, I cant just risk you doing something stupid. I know you wont go the cops, love, I know you wont tell anyone, you know why?” he asked tapping on your hands.

You didn't answer, not even sure if you wanted to know.

“Because that would put them in danger. I’d have to kill them and you dont want anymore blood in your hands, right?” he cooed, caressing your fingers and pushing the hair away from your face. Eyebrows furrowed, you lifted your head up, concerned at his words, “what? What do you mean anymore? what did you do..” you ripped your hands away from his, backing up away from him. He smiled sadistically, “nothing babe, nothing that I didn't HAVE to do” he whispered, getting into bed, crawling to you. “steve..” you muttered. He was the one that saw you two last together. Your stomach turned in fear, “please tell me you didn’t.” you started to cry, feeling a knot in your throat. Eddie grabbed your leg, dragging you slowly towards him, but you kicked his hand, trying to push it off. It wouldn't budge, and it didn't even seem to faze him at all. Eddie yanked you hard, your body under his, “Jesus, stop your fucking crying, he’s alive. You dont even know him like that, why do you even care.. If he means that much to you, then hes a bigger threat than I thought....one that needs to removed” he murmured to himself in a fit of jealousy, making you feel distraught. “no dont! Steve has nothing to do with us Eddie, dont drag him into this bullshit” you spat.

*smack*

Your head turned, the burning sensation spread through your cheek, “Dont you EVER talk to me like that again, you hear me? Or youre going to join him” he hissed, grabbing your face, making you look at him, “I put Steve in a coma” he laughed, fangs flashing coupled with his crazed look, mortifying you.

“I followed him home after I put you in the back of my van. When he was in the bathroom I took the opportunity to smash his head into the sink, breaking it. His parents found him with his head cracked open, and called 911, but like I said, he is still alive. Steve wont be talking to anyone soon, sweetheart, dont worry. No one is going to save you” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “you're a monster” you whispered, tears spilling down your face. He smiled again, his eyes turning red,“you're so right my love, I fucking am, so I would be on my best behavior if I were you. I dont want to hurt you, but I will if I have to” he sighed, taking your lips into his. “you’ll be my good little girl, wont you?” he moaned, rocking his hips into you. You ran your hands up his chest, then up to his hair, wrapping your legs around him, “fuck you” you whispered, pulling his hair to the side, moving your legs in conjunction, swinging him off of you. As you tried to get to the door, you barely got two feet away from the bed before he flashed infront of you, grabbing your neck, picking you up. Choking due to the pressure, you tried to claw at his hands, making him, tighten his grip on you, your feet trying to reach for the floor, “I warned you” he growled, slamming you back into bed, the legs of the bed frame broke making the impact that much more powerful.

The whiplash was enough to keep you down, your chest rising and falling, inhaling as much air as possible. Eddie took this opportunity to get a neck chain and a few other things from the closet. He grabbed your neck and wrapped it around, clasping it shut. The cold metal gave you goosebumps, reaching up to it and trying to pry it off. The chain tightened and pulled you back with each tug, halting your movements. “im disappointed y/n, you have a long way to go” his tone angry, “get this off me” you choked, swallowing hard, “I make the demands, brat” he whispered, getting in between your legs, while holding them down “you have no respect for me, I am trying to be loving, gentle, make the best out of this situation by bringing you to a place where we can work on our love without distractions but you insist on making it hell” he said through gritted teeth, “youre going to lay here and take your punishment, make sure to reflect on your shitty actions as im fucking the shit out of you” he growled, grabbing a rag from the nightstand and shoving it into your mouth.

The only way to breathe now was through your nose, making you panic slightly. Your hands were trying to push him away, but he flipped you over, grabbing them hard, pinning them behind your back. You tried to scream but there was no use as it was all muffled. Eddie grabbed your waist and pulled you up, his dick penetrating you slowly. Both of you moaned at the feeling. As much as you wanted to hate it, the way his cock stretched you was just so delicious. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him whole, the tight feeling making him growl in pleasure. His thrusts quickened, suspending your body in the air as he held your arms up, your head unable to stay still as he pounded into you. You grunted, the rag catching any sound that tried to escape you, he was going too hard, you could feel his balls hitting your folds. Trying to get his attention, you tried to groan out his name, but you failed miserably, it was incoherent. “god your pussy drives me crazy” he groaned, “ I need to go faster” he hissed, doing exactly that, your body was practically vibrating, his inhuman speed making you squeal. “eddie~” you tried to scream, adding to his pleasure.

You were sure to burst at any second, his tip reaching deeper inside you, your back arching into him, “dont. cum” he ordered, letting your arms go, face planting on the pillow. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you again. He lifted his knee up, and set his foot down on the bed, fucking you at an angle which he knew reached your g-spot. Going absolutely feral, you started to pant ferociously, “fuck, youre squeezing me so much, does that feel good?” he teased, quickening his pace. You shook your head in denial, making him chuckle, “liar.. I can tell that youre melting under me. You can try to fool yourself, but your body will always say otherwise. I know you love it. It turns you on when I take you by force, the way your heart races, mmm, I can feel the blood rushing down to your pussy, babygirl” his nasty words just added to your pleasure, feeling guilty because it was true. It was so wrong, yet it felt so fucking good. He pulled out just as you were about to cum, making you whine in sorrow. Eddie flipped you on your back, making the chain cling more onto your neck. He took the damp rag out of your mouth, gasping for air, licking your lips.

“Tell me you love it when I rape you” he growled, his eyes now a burgundy red, “just admit that you love it when I force myself onto you” he pressed, sinking himself into you again, making you shiver, letting out a quick gasp from his words. Without a warning, he bit into your neck, feeding on you, “ say it” he demanded again, making a new bite, the stinging sensation making you squeal, “im going to keep biting you until I hear it, my love” he mocked, going to the other side of your neck, licking and kissing where he would be bitting next, “I love it when you rape, master...I love it so much” you admitted, making Eddie let out an animalistic growl. He stuffed you with his dick, fucking you fast just how he knew you liked it. He sucked on your neck for a minute, knowing it would bruise, making him smile, “keep going, mmmfuck” he moaned, as his hand went in between you both, rubbing your clit. You moaned in pleasure, wrapping your arms around him, tangling your fingers through his hair, “I love it when you rape me master, it feels sso sso good. Just take me, please” you begged, making him loose it. He ripped the chain off of your neck, picking you up and holding you against the wall. He crashed his lips into yours, fucking into you hard, you held on yo his neck, wrapping your legs around him tighter, he held your ass firmly, rocking his hips into you as fast as he could go, barely being safe for you. His tongue explored your mouth, feeling it go down your throat. You moaned as the kiss got sloppier and sloppier, he stuck his tongue out and you took it into your mouth without hesitation, sucking on it as if you were sucking dick. Eddie eyes darkened, completely enveloped in lust, he detached himself from you, and sunk his teeth into your neck again, sucking into you, “fuck!~” you moaned, lifting your head up a bit, giving him better access. He kept filling you up, his thrusts never changing, each one feeling just perfect.

“Can I cum please” you groaned, feeling your orgasm start to build. Eddie hummed a no, before detaching himself, “this is a punishment, remember” he smirked, turning around, his back to the wall now. The lack of support made you latch onto him more, “pleaseee” you whine, trying your best to not cum, “shhh, shut up” he hissed taking your lips again, “please master, I have to. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll let you suck me dry, but please let me cum. ” you pleaded, rolling your hips into him. Eddie flashed down onto the bed, holding your head in his hand to avoid whiplash. Ramming into you again he wrapped his hands around your neck, “Let me? Darling you’re missing the point. You’re mine, I can do with you whatever the fuck I want.” He panted, squeezing your neck harder, “Dont say things that’ll get you killed” he purred, making your body shake. Your body couldn’t stop itself from cumming, his sinful words pushing you over the edge, his red eyes coupled with his sinister smile, his mouth and fangs red from your blood, it was too much for you. Clenching around him, he moaned too far into his own pleasure. The way you shook under him, your eyes white as your orgasmed on his dick, he came inside you, mixing your juices with his own, as he pushed himself all the way into your cervix. His cock twitched, grunting and almost choking on his moans. “Mmm, princess” was all he could mutter, pumping into you a a few more times before laying on top of you, caging you with his body.

As you came down from your own orgasm, you laid there panting, your own thoughts coming back to you, really remembering where you were and what you had said. You weren’t yourself when you were having sex with him. It felt like you were under a spell. The guilt started to dawn on you, making you start to cry. Eddie noticed this and got off of you, pulling you into his arms, “There there darling, everything will be okay” he whispered, his tone sounding like he knew WHY you were even crying. “This is normal princess. After you’ve been claimed, you loose yourself to the pleasure and when I feed from you, it makes us both feel good. Beautiful, isn't it? You’re safe and sound with me. It’s okay to feel good when doing something very very bad” he comforted but it made you cry even harder, “Why me, Eddie…why are you doing this to me!” You sobbed. He caressed your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips, “because you're the one. The one I love and need” his tone low and deep. His words made your heart skip a beat. love? You had never been told that and it felt kind of good to have him say that to you. Snapping out of it you thought on what had happened, you needed to stay mentally strong. “Eddie” you muttered before melting into the kiss, your cries slowly fading.

Eddie carried you to the bathroom where a nice squoval bathtub sat in the corner of the room, he placed you on the counter and started to run the bath, spilling in some bubble bath soap. “Would my baby like the water warm or hot” he asked. “in between” you replied, inhaling the sweet scent of the of the soap. Eddie smiled and adjusted it, but yanked his hand away when the hot water touched his fingers. “Are you okay?” you asked worried, but you were more concerned about the fact that you were even worried for the person that kidnapped you. “yeah Im fine, its just a little hot” he replied, looking at his skin which was already red and irritated. His skin was healing itself but it still hurt badly. Eddie picked you up and carried you to the tub, placing you down gently, “is this good?” he smiled, watching your reaction. Nodding he placed you all the way down, watching as your body relaxed into the water, your body was tired from everything since you got there so a nice warm bath actually helped you relax.

“i got things to care of so I’ll be gone for a while. I know I cant keep you locked in this room...well I can, but I dont want that. Youre free to roam the house but dont do anything stupid. Remember, I will always find you and anyone who stands in my way will pay the price.” he warned running his fingers over your cheek, taking your chin and lifting your head up, “do you understand?” he ordered more so than asked, his face dead serious. You licked your lips, you eyes staring right into his big brown ones, “Yes, I understand” nodding as you said the words. He leaned down, giving you a passionate kiss, his tongue entering you with ease and no fight on your part. He moaned into the kiss, his hand on the back of your head keeping you steady. He loved a good fight but this was the first time you were so willing, not resisting him at all. The sounds of your lips smacking against his was like music to his ears, his dick starting to harden, but before it could go any further he disconnected himself, a bit of saliva still connecting you two, with a quick peck he smiled, his eyes red with hunger now.

As he started to get up, you took his hand, making him stop and turn. You tapped on your bruised neck, “one last one? for goodluck?” you asked, teasing him with your tone. Eddie shivered, smiling with his fangs before licking his lips, he approached you again, kneeling. His strong hands grabbed your neck, pushing your head to the side. He breathed your scent in, before kissing your neck, your body igniting with want, skin getting goosebumps. When you felt him open his mouth, your eyes closed and braced for the pressure, “Be my good girl today, and Ill give you a reward when I come back” he whispered, giving your neck a long lick. He got up and you whined, breathing a little heavier than before. You felt needy. Needy for him. Your eyes roamed his body up and down, your eyes lingering a little more on his bulge. Eddie smiled, his eyes flipping back to brown, “I’ll see you then, princess. Be good” he winked, walking out the bathroom.

Eddie could feel how sexually frustrated you were, how you yearned for him to inflict any type of sensation onto your skin. Of course he wanted to fuck you right then there but he wanted you to feel all hot and bothered for him. He loved the idea of you associating pleasure to only him. He would be the only one that could touch you and please you just how you desperately craved.

~~~Later that day~~~~

Eddie made it to school, his mind only allowing you to occupy his thoughts. He wondered what you were doing, if you had ate, were you bored? Did you miss him? Were you mad at him? Had you gotten out? Were you on your way to the police, and were they on their way here now? Eddie broke his pencil, sighing as he got another one from his backpack. None of those horrifying thoughts were real. He had checked that house from top to bottom and made sure that there was no way no one would be able to get in or out except for him. This eased his mind.

During lunch he decided to sit down with his old friend group, of course some of the older members were missing but his old best friend was still there. Dustin.

Mike, Lucas and Dustin were a bit shocked to see him sitting in his old spot. Eddie could feel their excitement regardless, “whats up buttercups, long time no see” he started making them giggle a bit. “Eddie the banished, its good to see you again buddy. Youre looking much better” Dustin smiled, unable to contain his happiness. “yeah..im feeling better” he smirked looking down, poking at his food.

“Is it because of a special someone?” Will asked, his eyes darting to Dustin for a split second. Eddies smile faded a bit, feeling suspicious now, “maybe..how’d you know” he tried smiling again, forcing himself to not break character. “I told them that I saw you two talking one day while y/n was at her locker. That could only mean one thing” he suggested, elbowing Lucas slightly. Eddie let out a breathy chuckle, “Shes so sweet, I was going to ask her out today but she didnt make it to class, have you guys seen her?” his face feigning confusion. Everyone shook their head, “I usually see her waiting outside Mrs. Smiths class but I didnt see her today” Mike answered taking a bite out of his food. “ill just ask her tomorrow. Itll work out better, we can go out on the weekend...if she says yes of course” he laughed making everyone smile.

As they caught up they mentioned how Steve ended up in a coma making Eddie choke on his own drink, “you're lying! What happened” he faked again. Dustins expression dropped, “I dont know, his parents said that he slipped and fell in the bathroom and he hit his head somewhere. Im going to go see him today, im just hoping he wakes up soon” Eddie bit his tongue before empathizing with him, “im so sorry, I know how close you two were”. Dustin cleared his throat, “its fine, he’ll pull through” as soon as he said that, the bell rang making Eddie jump a bit. They all said their goodbyes and even asked Eddie if he would like to join the D&D club again, he agreed as this would help him keep an eye on Steve without having to sneak into the hospital himself.

When school ended, he snuck into your house grabbing some of your things, careful to not make it super obvious that stuff was missing, then he headed back to his trailer to pack his things. He tells his uncle that he’s staying over with some friends for a while but that he’s going to come back here and there. His uncle doesn’t think too much of it as he used to do that a lot anyway. He just asks him to be extra careful and that he’ll wait for him here. Eddie grabs all his drugs and money and dips to the grocery store for some essentials.

While he’s roaming the isles, he hears a familiar voice. Your mom was talking to one of her friends about you not coming home last night and that she told the chief of police to start searching for you. Due to everyone that had gone missing after the events of Hawkins splitting, it was going to be hard to find you but that they would ask around and do their best. She went on to saying that they already had so many flyers printed and that they were asking people to join in for a search party, and she asked if she would be able to help. The friend said “of course. I’ll let Jim know that way we can all go and help”

Eddie cursed and went into the same isle after her friend left, trying to get your moms attention. Your mom noticed him and she hesitated to talk to him but she needed as many people as possible to help, “Excuse me, Eddie Munson?” She asked half smiling to him. “Yeah?” He faked nonchalantly, “I’m sorry to bother you son, but have you seen Y/n Y/L/n? She’s my daughter and she hasn’t been home since yesterday. Maybe you’ve seen her in class or anywhere else?” She spoke concerned.

Eddie had a surprised look now, “oh! you’re her mom? It’s so nice to meet you Miss. I was actually talking to her yesterday during lunch, just briefly, while I got my food, but after that I didn’t see anymore. I wasn’t aware she was missing though, I’m so sorry” he said, trying to not look suspicious. “Oh it’s not your fault, no need to apologize. I went to the school this morning to see if anyone saw her but they said they had no idea either and that she stopped showing up after lunch” she sighed her tears threatening to fall. “My husband and I are getting a group of people to go and look for her. Would you mind helping? You don’t have to but-”

“Please! Anything I can do to help.” He cut her off, making your mom smile at his willingness. She handed him the flyer, “thank you, truly. It’ll be Saturday afternoon. Please spread the word to any of her friends, I’d greatly appreciate it, Eddie” she thanked him before walking away.

Eddie looked down at the paper, his nose flaring. “Not to worry Miss y/L/n, I’ll keep her safe” he muttered, crumbling the paper up and shoving it in his back pocket before leaving the store.

Before he headed home he went into the woods and ran to the closest river, one that he knew would lead the cops and the search party on the wrong path. He had a piece of clothing that resembled what you wore last and ripped it with his hands, sticking the cloth into a log and then sticking the last piece under a rock, near the river. He ran at the speed of light back to his van, getting in and driving over to you.

The whole day that you were left at the house, you searched for a way out. You scanned every inch of that place, hoping that there was some way to get outside. Hours went by and you felt helpless, there was no way out of here. You tried to make the best out of your situation by following directions, being good, as he requested but you still needed to get out of here. This wasn’t normal. After the time passed by you got tired so you mindlessly flipped through the tv, cleaning up a bit and then eating whatever you could find that looked appetizing. You explored the house a little more, not looking for an escape this time, but just looking around in general. The rooms were full of things that the previous owners owned, their jewelry, clothes, shoes, pictures, everything. Snooping through an album you came across a picture where there was a lady posing in the entry of a cellar which looked like the living room, then the next photo was another cellar door opening to the outside. A secret door. You quickly moved the furniture around in search for a trap door, or anything that opened to the bottom. When you ripped the rug away, you saw the seams of what looked like a door. Laying on it, you hit the floor and it sounded a bit hollow.

The door didnt have a lock on it. It couldn't possibly be this easy, you thought. Getting up, you pulled it open, carefully setting it down so it wouldn't damage the floor. There were some cement stairs leading down to the bottom of the cellar, glancing at the kitchen clock, you hoped that Eddie wasnt going to get home soon, quickly stepping down the stairs. Trying to feel around, you finally found a light switch, turning all the lights on. You expected a rusty, gross, moldy, wooden cellar but it was actually pretty nice. Someone had to have prepared this in case of an emergency. There was canned food, first aid kits, emergency supplies, beds, and guns. Your heart started to race, you quickly looked around some more and you found the cellar door from the picture. This one was locked but only by a metal lock which could be broken and opened with wrenches.

Looking around some more you found them, sticking them in between the shackle, then pressing them together, making the lock expand and open. This was the moment of truth, saying a silent prayer you pushed the doors and they opened, they were concealed in dirt, grass, and leaves, making Eddie completely miss it. You wanted to flee but Eddie had been gone for a long time, it would be your luck that you would run into him as you were trying to escape. Quickly you shut the doors, turned off the lights and ran back upstairs. You shut the cellar door, placed the rug over it, and the furniture as well. Grabbing the album you took the two pictures out and ripped them, flushing the shreds down the toilet. Setting everything back to what it was you sat there and waited for him to come back feeling so proud of yourself and for what you were going to do.

When Eddie pulled up, he quickly got inside, locking everything up before finding you sleeping on the couch. His heart warmed, there was no damage anywhere and not even the curtains had been moved. A really good step. When he approached you, you quickly jerked up, not having heard him arrive. He smiled, sitting next to you, “im home darling. How are you?” he asked rubbing your back. “good, you scared me” you whispered, leaning into him as you closed your eyes again. He couldn't stop his smile from forming, giggling a little at your cuteness, “im sorry bunny, Ill make sure to knock next time, or....perhaps one day youll be the one with the keys” he said making you get up from him. He wanted to feel your warmth on him, so he pulled you back, “what do you mean?” you asked, looking down at the floor.

“If you keep being my good little girl then I wont have a need to keep you locked up here. You know I…I just want us to live a happy normal life, this is just for security measures. You understand right?” he asked cradling you, “I understand” you softly answered. Eddie picked you up and placed you on his lap, “I missed you so much” he confessed bringing you in for a kiss. Quickly you moved your lips against his, your hand on his chest then on his shoulders. The kiss deepened, making him slide his hands under your shirt, caressing over your exposed breasts. He disconnected the kiss giving you a suggestive look, “this is my shirt...and youre not wearing a bra. Wanna explain” he smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. You tilted your head, grinding into him, making him hiss, his head leaning back a bit, “Mind your business” you teased, grinding on him again. He moaned, grabbing your hair, pulling it down in less than a second, exposing your delectable neck to him, “Keep running your mouth like that and Ill have to teach you some manners. Just know your throat will be raw for days ” he warned, making you giggle, “I’m sure it can’t be THAT bad” you smirked, testing him. He pulled you up, ripping the shirt off, leaving you in just your underwear. He crashed his lips into yours, his hands gliding down to your ass, giving you a nice spank before he grabbing your neck abruptly.

Eddie led you down to the floor, not releasing his hand from you, “Take my dick out” he ordered, sitting back down on the couch, spreading his legs in front of your face. You obeyed but took your time doing so, his dark eyes roaming your body, a menacing look of impatience plastered all over his face. When you pulled him out, you quickly started to pump him in your hand, needing to use both hands to really cover his entire length. Eddie threw his head back, bucking his hips into your hands, “fuck mee” he moaned, returning his head back to you. Wrapping your lips around him, you started to bob your head up and down, hollowing your mouth as you moaned with his dick stuffed in your mouth. Eddie was a mess already, cursing under his breath, his hands on your head, pushing you lower and lower until you were gagging on him. “thats it, choke on my dick princess, show me you can take it” he spat through gritted teeth making you moan louder, grinding your aching pussy down into the floor.

The sight of you on your knees, whimpering, your breast bouncing with each grind to the floor, teary eyed as his cock disappeared into you, had him foaming at the mouth. “I cant take it anymore, I need you” he growled, grabbing you and placing you on top of him, you squealed at the sudden fast movement, Eddie pushed your panties to the side and snapped his hips into you, making you scream, “EDDIE”. He chuckled darkly and kept fucking into you, making your boobs bounce faster. He was going absolutely insane, taking your nipple into his mouth, making you shiver. His lips trailed to your actual breast where he placed a love bite, sucking at the skin, making sure it would bruise. You tried to match the movements by going up and down, but he was just too fast. “ride me” he instructed, stopping his thrusts. “Im not fast enough” you argued, making him squeeze your neck, “ I said..Ride Me” he warned with an allusive smile.

You started to move your hips, holding yourself on his chest. You started to throw you ass back and forth, your clit touching his lower abdomen. Eddie closed his eyes, too far into his own pleasure to operate. When he opened his eyes again they were red, meaning that he was feeling a strong emotion that made him feel hungry for you. After a few minutes of you working on him, you felt yourself start to reach your orgasm, “Cum for me” he instructed straightening up, his face approaching your neck. Eddie was now in the penultimate stage of his plan. He needed to bite you as you orgasmed to mark you as his, forever.

“Youre mine, y/n, only mine” he purred, kissing the nape of your neck, “tell me youre mine” he instructed, “im yours Eddie, forever and always yours” you panted, the words escaping your mouth as if were a chant. You started to squeeze him, making him explode inside you, groaning as his teeth sunk into your skin, triggering you to cum on his dick. The all too familiar wave of pleasure hit you, screaming his name. Your back arched, his arms holding you in place as he fed from you, whilst pumping you full of his cum.

That was the moment you two had become one, forever merging your souls with this ritual. You heard slight whispers in your head but you brushed it off quickly as you were too busy letting Eddie feed, oh how it fulfilled you when he did.

When Eddie finished, he looked a little different, as if he was more human. His paleness disappearing slightly. He licked his lips, taking the last few drops into his mouth. He looked so, calm.

“How did you like your reward?” he smirked, rubbing your butt.

“I loved it. It was almost worth all the hours you left me here by myself. Needy and horny” you whined, feeling slightly angry at him for leaving you all hot and bothered.

Eddies eyes widened a bit, looking surprised.

“what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked confused.

“Im sorry my love...I didnt mean to leave you all..hot and bothered” he smiled giving you a quick kiss.

Your eyebrow scrunched in confusion but before you could say anything he picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom.

“Lets take a quick shower, love. Its been a long long day” he said, a hit of excitement in his voice.

~~~3 weeks had gone by~~~

The search party had gone great. Everyone was led the wrong way and the cops could not find you anywhere. They found the piece of clothing and pronounced you dead. Eddie was ecstatic when he heard the news, you two could finally go away from this shitty place and restart somewhere new.

While you were in the house, you got used to waiting for Eddie to arrive, he was the highlight of your day. He kept you updated with school, your family, friends, and anything that went on in the media. Of course he left a few things out but you didn't have to know all that. It would only hurt you. Everything was perfect, you sometimes didn't even remember you found a way out. You trusted Eddie would bring you back when you two were ready, but you often wondered why he hadn't.

The following day you were cleaning up the house, and you noticed that there was a pair of jeans that Eddie had been looking for under the couch. He had just left the house so you decided to surprise him when he got back. You took it to the laundry room and checked the pockets to make sure that there wasn't anything inside, and thats when it all went to shit.

You took out the paper and it had your face in it, with the big bold letters, “missing”. You knew that much but you didn't know that there had been a search party organized by your parents to try and find you. Your heart broke as you read the flyer, crying at the agony that you have caused your family.

You couldn't contain yourself and anger started to seep into your heart. Eddie was purposely keeping you in the dark. You decided to confront him but you needed a plan in case anything went wrong. Using your time wisely you set everything up and got yourself ready for the thing that could make or break this twisted relationship.

As you and Eddie were having dinner, he noticed that you were too quiet. You were very upset. He reached for your hand and you pulled it away, “dont” you muttered.

Eddie got heated fast, but he tried to not react rash. “whats wrong? Why are you upset babe?” he asked, his tone cold. Sighing, you shook your head, getting up from the table and pulling out his missing jeans from a cabinet, throwing them at him. A vase full of water started to tip but he got it just in time, setting it right.

“I found your fucking jeans” you spat, walking over to the room, making Eddie flash in front of you, “what is your issue. Why are you acting like a cunt all of a sudden” he hissed, preventing you from going any further. “Look inside the pocket. If anyones a cunt here, its you” you stepped away from him, locking yourself inside the bathroom, running yourself a bath.

Eddie reached inside the pocket and the missing flyer was there. He mouthed a quick fuck and went to the bathroom.

“open this door” he instructed.

“fuck off” you spat.

Eddie took a deep breath before kicking the door open, making the door fall straight down into the floor.

“I was just trying to keep you safe” he explained, “me telling you that they were looking for you wouldnt have done anything but made you sad. Were doing so good you and I, this fucking paper doesnt change anything” he explained, looking at you sit inside the bathtub.

“Yes it does...I miss them, and you took me away from them. The least you could have done was told me. I dont trust you anymore” you cried, wipping your tears away.

Eddie tried to touch you but you smacked his hand away. He quickly grabbed you by the throat and started to lift you up, “behave yourself. Youre doing so good, you dont want to ruin your chance of going out there again, now do you?” he warned setting you down harshly.

As you choked on your air you snapped, “youre such A LIAR! Youre keeping me in this fucking house because youre selfish. You tell me that youre “going” to and then you dont, its been 3 weeks Eddie, 3! I just want to go home”

“THIS IS YOUR HOME! I AM YOUR HOME” he screamed taking his clothes off, “do I need to show you? Do I need to put a baby inside you so that you get the family that you so desperately need and miss?”

“get out of the tub” he instructed, “no” you spat. Eddie grabbed your hair and started to kiss you, holding your neck tightly with the other, “is this what you want?.....me to treat you so fucking harshly so that you submit to me” he groaned, shoving his tongue down your throat. You reached under the bubbled water to get a vase that was full of hot water. With an unknown strength, you smashed it against his head, knocking him out immediately.

You quickly slipped into some preset clothes and shoes you left out before moving all the furniture away. Due to your adrenaline you started zooming, quickly moving everything and opening the cellar door. When you got to the ones that led outside, you pushed them with all your strength and they flew open. Quickly pulling yourself out you started to book it. You had no idea where you were and it was starting to get dark, but you kept running. You just ran in a straight line, you didnt know how much time you had before Eddie would come after you, but you needed to sprit now.

50 minutes had gone by and you started to feel a sharp pain in your side, you needed to slow down, but as you started to walk, you heard a blood curdling shriek that sounded like your name. You held your side as you started to run again, it sounded like it was quite far away but with his inhumane speed he was sure to find you soon. You heard the sound of a freeway nearby, running to the sound. But with that, the sound of tree branches snapping and moving came along. You sprinted as fast as your feet could carry you, now being able to see the car lights. “IM GONNA FIND YOUUU” Eddie laughed, his terrifying voice ripping through the trees, it sounded like he was up on them. At this point he knew where you were, but you were also so close to the cars now, “YOU CANT RUN FOREVER DARLING....I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU” He screeched, making you run right into the freeway. The cars swerved and stopped, honking erupted everywhere, the sound of tires screeching through the road coupled with cars crashing into each other scared you. You stopped running, placing your hands in front of you, “please! help me” you cried, a woman stepped out of her car slowly approaching you. “oh my god! what are you doing, are you okay?” she asked, now holding you.

After she got out, more people came out from their cars, the freeway now stopped. There was a huge commotion and the sound of sirens started to sound not too far from there. It was like the movies, but you were in shock and all you could do was stare into the woods. Just watching if Eddie would follow. He caught up to you not long after that, landing on a tree where you could see him. His face was scarred due to the hot water that you spilled on him, the glass shards still on his skin. His iris’ were a bright glowing red, the whites of his eyes looked like they were black. He smiled, his fangs clearly visible, he blew you a kiss before he gestured two fingers two his eyes and then moved them to you, gesturing that he would be watching you. “hello, can you hear me? What's your name?” the lady asked shaking you. You looked at her for a split second and when you looked up to the tree again, and he was gone. “y/n....y/n y/l/n” you stammered, slowly falling to your feet, crying.

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rafestyles · 2 years ago

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hellfire club || eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, descriptions of violence, season 4 spoilers

content: basically this is following season 4, i’m just adding my own little bits and pieces to it :) i hope you enjoy & let me know if you want more!!

part two here

“You’re joking.”

You cannot even believe the words you’re hearing escape your best friends (although you’re questioning this now) mouth.

“Y/N.. look, i know okay? i know eddie munson spells trouble -“

“He doesn't just spell trouble, Chris. his goddamn middle name is trouble.”

“I just don’t know what to do anymore!” Chrissy exclaims, startling you slightly. “I’m sorry, I just - I am just so tired of these nightmares and these hallucinations Y/N! I feel like I haven't slept in god knows how long, I'm tired. Plus, he’s the only person in Hawkins I know who has a good supply of,” she glances around before lowering her voice, “drugs. I don't want to go alone. Please. I need you.”

The desperation in your friend's voice was so clear, it was hard to say no to her. And if you were being totally honest with yourself, you have been feeling very helpless in your friendship recently. Not being able to help Chrissy through these very realistic hallucinations and nightmares she has been having has been so straining on your friendship. So, it was a pretty simple decision for you to tag along.

Which was how you found yourself sitting on a picnic bench, in the woods next to the high school, waiting for the notorious Eddie Munson to join you and sell you drugs.

“I'm kind of nervous, if I’m being honest” Chrissy mumbled quietly, picking at the wood on the table with her perfectly painted fingernails.

“I mean, god, I hope you would be nervous buying drugs for the first time, Chris. Jesus Christ. Who would of thought that the captain, and co-captain might i add, of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad would be out in the middle of the fucking woods waiting for drugs?!“ you joked, hoping to spark even the slightest smile on your friend's face.

When you were met with silence, you nudged her gently with your shoulder, “Chris, look I’m sorry - I’m here to support you no matter what,” you turned your head to the side to get a better look at her, “I just -“ you paused, noticing her eyes first.

“What the fu-“ you stood up abruptly, moving to get a closer look, “Fuck, not again.”

You’ll never forget the terror that pulsed inside of you the first time this happened.

You were both leaning against the lockers in the hallway at school. Chrissy had been a bit quiet that day, but no matter how many times you had asked, she insisted she was okay. You didn’t believe her, but knowing how stubborn she was, you knew you wouldn’t get the truth from her anytime soon, that was until she sprinted straight towards the bathroom in the middle of your sentence.

“Chris?” you questioned as soon as you entered the bathroom. Instead of a response, you were met with the sounds of her getting sick in the toilet.

“Oh babes, why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to go get Jason?”

“No!” she quickly exclaimed, coughing up more sickness. “No, please Y/N… he doesn’t know.”

“Shit, Chris. Okay, um, what do you need me to do?”

When you realized she wasn’t responding, you looked up questioningly at the door to the stall. “Chrissy? babe, are you good in there?” Alarms went off in your head when the lights started flickering on and off in the bathroom. You had never been a fan of creepy things, and this was definitely creepy.

Even more nerves started building up in your stomach when you realized Chrissy had still yet to respond to you. “Chrissy? Hello?”

When you were still met with silence, you pulled a bobby pin from your hair using it to unlock the stall door. Once it had finally opened, your eyes immediatley looked down to see Chrissy sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes rolled up in the back of her head, her entire body trembling violently.

“Chrissy?! What the fuck? What the fuck?” You shook her shoulders, panic racing through your entire body, “Chrissy, what the fuck is going on? Hello?”

Tears were building up in your eyes, and you were at a loss of what to do. You shook her shoulders even harder, repeating her name over and over again while trying to figure out if there was anything you could do to pull her from whatever was going on.

A gasp escaped through her mouth, eyes popping back into place. You stopped the shaking, collapsing your forehead onto her shoulder, a few sobs of relief escaping your mouth.

“Y/N?” Chrissy mumbled, pulling your body off of hers, “What happened?”

You couldn’t help the laugh of surprise that you let out. “What happened?! What happened? What the fuck do you mean, what happened, Chrissy?” you shot your arms up in disbelief, “What happened was you just looked like you were about to enter the afterlife and I didn’t know what to do!”

Chrissy looked at you like you were the most insane person she had ever come in contact with. “What?”

You took a deep breath, staring into her eyes before realizing that she truly had no idea what you were talking about. “Oh… okay.” you said quietly.

You took a deep breath and began explaining every single detail of what had just happened. You didn’t want to skip over anything, even mentioning the coincidental flickering of lights.. “I was literally thinking how crazy bad timing it was to have faulty electrical problems while you were having some strange body-freak out moment.”

Chrissy was quiet for a moment, processing all that you had just told her. After a minute, she finally looked back up at you, tears gathering in her eyes, “Y/N… listen. I’ve been having these very vivid nightmares about my mom -“

“Fuck your mom.” you interrupted her gently, not being able to help your usual sentence you would say when Chrissy brought up that horrid woman.

She smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, fuck my mom. but Y/N, I’ve also been having these…” she paused and began messing with her hands, a nervous tick she developed years ago. “Hallucinations? I don't know, they just feel so real and I don't know what to do.”

You stared at Chrissy, waiting for her to continue. “I just - I was having one.” she mumbled.

“Having a hallucination?” you questioned, “When?”

“Just now.”

“No, we’re talking now.”

She shook her head, sitting up to really look you in the eyes, “No Y/N. When my body was doing all of that weird shit, I was having a hallucination at the same time.”

“oh.”

“Chrissy, please. not again! Fuck, not again!” you exclaimed, moving her body out from under the picnic table so you could grab her shoulders to shake them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears gathering in your eyes and panic swimming through your veins. “Please Chrissy…” you whispered.

You don’t think you’ll ever love a sound more than the gasp that is let out through her mouth when she finally comes to.

You pull away from her, taking a few steps back as your shoulders sag in relief, “Oh thank fucking go-“

Your words were cut off when your back ran into something firm. You jumped in surprise when that something’s hands grabbed ahold of your hips, stopping you from falling forward.

“God.” you finished your sentence, turning around to be met with none other than Eddie Munson.

“I mean I usually go by Eddie, but god will do.” he smirked above your head, his face quickly dropping into (almost?) a concerned look at the sight of tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, hey, hey. sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” he paused, searching your features. “You okay?”

You didn’t turn your face from the ground, quietly mumbling your reply as you made your way back to the picnic table. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You sat back down next to Chrissy, who still seemed very shaken up by the incident. “C’mon Chris, let’s just get this over with.”

Eddie circled the table, his black metal lunch box slamming against the surface of the wood as he set it down. Taking his staple denim jacket off, he glanced between the two of you when he noticed the silence.

“There’s uh… nothing to worry about. okay? No one ever comes out here.” he paused, finally sitting down on the bench across from you, “We’re safe.”

Opening up the container, he looked up at you both again when neither of you had still said anything, “I promise.” he said sincerely.

It was quiet for a moment longer when finally Chrissy nervously spoke up, “So how does this work exactly?”

You glanced over at your friend, eyes catching on her fidgeting hands. You placed a hand on hers in an attempt to ground her.

“Oh just like any other old sale,” Eddie responded, “Except uh, cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.” his eyes caught yours, a playful tilt to his lips.

“I'll do you a half ounce for uh, 20. What do you say?” he dangled the baggy of drugs in front of you both. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.”

Chrissy gasped suddenly, becoming alarmed at the sound of an animal running through the forest behind you. You couldn’t help but jump at the sudden movement of your friend.

“Chrissy, babe it’s just a -“

You were cut off by the sound of metal shutting, “Hey uh, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I'll walk away. okay?” eddie said, an irritated edge to his voice.

“No, you asshole. You stay right where you are. You have no idea what she’s going through right now.” Your voice rising a bit higher with each word.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Chrissy quietly spoke, her hand now finding yours to comfort you. “It’s not that…” she said louder, turning towards Eddie again, “I don’t want you to go.”

Her hand trembled slightly in yours, “It’s just… Do you ever feel like, you’re losing your mind?”

You couldn’t help the tears that made their way back into your eyes again at her question. Facing your eyes towards your lap, you tried to hold them back. When you lifted your head at the sound of Eddie's voice, you found him looking at you both curiously.

“Um…” he trailed off, “You know, just… on a daily basis.” he chuckled slightly, “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now. Doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Y/L/N, the queens of Hawkins High.”

You rolled your eyes at him, frustrated with how he wasn’t taking Chrissy seriously. You began to stand from the bench, pulling Chrissy up by her arm, “C’mon, Chris. we don’t have to deal with this.”

“You know, Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve, um, hung out.” he said, looking up at you.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, your movements halting, “No?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I’m sorry but -“ you began trying to pull Chrissy up again, but she pulls her arm away, shaking her head.

“That's okay,” Eddie mumbled, his shoulders shrugging. You and Chrissy were both startled at the sound of him grunting and falling backwards off of the seat.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed at the same time as Chrissy gasped. You leaned forward against the table just as Eddie was rolling backwards and standing back up.

“I wouldn’t remember me either, Y/N..” he exclaimed, marching away and messing with his hair. “Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?”

You glanced back at the sound of Chrissy's laugh, noticing the tension in her shoulders disappearing. Your eyes moved back towards Eddie, “You don’t remember me?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I'm sorry..?” you question, attempting to hide the smile threatening to break free on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at his antics for causing Chrissy to laugh for the first time in days.

“Middle school. Talent show. You were doing this cheer thing,” he moves his arms around in what you assume is his idea of a cheer routine, “You know, the - the thing you do.”

You laughed suddenly, shaking your head and looking down at the table.

“It was pretty cool, actually. And I was with my band..?”

You whipped your head back up to him, “Corroded Coffin!” you exclaimed, eyes wide as you recall middle school Eddie up on the stage in your auditorium.

He clapped in victory, “Corrod- you do remember!”

“Oh my god! Yes, of course. with a name like that, how could I forget?”

“I dunno. You’re a freak.”

“No you just,” you trailed off, laughing quietly.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I remember you talking about them and how you were obsessed-“

“No, you just looked so different.” you exclaimed quickly, cutting her off.

“Yeah. Well uh, my hair was buzzed and I didn’t have these sweet old tatties yet.” he pulled down the neck of his shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest.

Your eyes followed his movements, blushing slightly, “You played guitar, right?” making eye contact with him again.

“Uh-huh. Still do. Still do.” he backed away, hands on his hips, facing the forest. “You should come see us,” he turned, eyes finding yours.

Chrissy giggled quietly behind you, making both you and Eddie turn towards her still sitting frame. “I mean, you both should come see us.” he corrected, the tips of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We … we actually get a crowd,” shoulders shrugging, head nodding, his lips turning up slightly at his next sentence, “of about… five… drunks.”

The sound of laughter coming from both you and Chrissy turned his smile even wider. “It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So…”

You sat back down next to Chrissy, a small smile still settled on your face. “You know you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” Chrissy mumbled.

You looked at your friend and then back at Eddie who was now walking back towards the table.

“Mean and scary?” he questioned, plopping down on the bench again.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah well,” he rested his face in his hands. “I actually kind of thought you’d be mean and scary too.” his eyes glanced towards you, “both of you actually.”

You scoffed, small laughs coming from both you and your friend. “Us?” you questioned.

“Terrifying.” he nodded with a fond tone. “Uh, so..” he reached down, grabbing the black metal box once again. “In other good news, flattery works with me, so…” he smirked, causing laughter to escape your mouth. “Twenty five percent discount for the half.” He placed the baggie on the table in front of chrissy. “fifteen bucks. you’re robbing me blind here.” he joked, hands going up in surrender.

You glanced over at Chrissy, awaiting her response. Her head was tilted back down and the nervous energy was surrounding her once more. She took a deep breath, “Do you have anything, maybe, stronger?” She lifted her head and looked at Eddie.

He glanced over towards you in slight concern noticing that your face looked just as confused and worried as his.

“Why didn’t you want to admit in front of Eddie that you were slightly obsessed with his band back in middle school?” Chrissy nudges your shoulder.

You blushed slightly, eyes rolling, “because Chrissy, I honestly forgot about it. And Eddie “The Freak” Munson does not need to know that fact about me.”

You both crossed the parking lot of the school heading towards the secluded area where Eddie had parked his van. Rounding the corner you found him already there, leaning against the vehicle.

“M’ladies” he bowed dramatically. You rolled your eyes at him, “Eddie.”

Smirking, he looked you up and down, “Always so lovely to see you, Y/N..”

“I'll sit in the back, Y/N! You can have shotgun.`` Chrissy declared as she moved to sit.

You glared at her (not so) subtle attempt of giving you and Eddie more time together. even though in reality, she was wasting her time. There was no way in hell you and Eddie Munson would ever become more than slight acquaintances. You wanted to help Chrissy through whatever she was going through and get over it.

“And the chariot moves.” Eddie says, pushing the key into the ignition when all three of you were sitting and buckled. he turns his head to you and then back to chrissy, “Onwards, m’ladies”

When the van (can you even call it that? it’s a monstrosity on wheels at this point.) pulled up to the Munson residents, the nerves began building in your stomach again. You were finally coming to the realization that, oh shit, you were a part of a drug deal. Your mom would kill you if she ever caught a whiff of it.

You and Chrissy follow Eddie up the steps, walking into his home after he holds the door open for you.

“Sorry for the mess..” he grumbles, picking up bits and pieces of trash that have been scattered. “Maid took the week off” he joked, looking up at the two of you.

You can’t help but feel a bit awkward as you stand in the middle of his living room, “You uh, live here alone?” you question, glancing around at the decor.

“With my uncle, but uh. He works nights at the plant. Bringing in the big bucks.”

“How long does it take?” Chrissy interrupts. “Sorry?” Eddie turns his head back up from his rummaging around.

“The special k. How long to kick in?”

“Oh! Well uh, depends-“ he continues digging through drawers, “If you snort it or not. Uh, if you do, uh then uh. Yeah, it will uh, kick in pretty quick.”

He picks up a container, looking inside, “Oh shit.”

You roll your eyes annoyingly, “You sure you have it, Munson?”

“No, no, no. I got it. Uh… somewhere.” he turns around, walking to what you assume is his room.

Huffing in impatience, you sit down on the couch in the living room. you look up at Chrissy, “How are you feeling, Chris?”

She glances back down at you, “Uh.. okay. Just pretty -“ she gasps, turning towards the window.

“Chris?” you watch as she runs back, frantically looking around outside. “Y/N,, do you hear that?”

“Uh… hear what?” she shuts the curtains frantically, walking back to where she was standing before. “Uh, nothing. Nevermind. It was nothing.” she glances around the room nervously, “Hey, Eddie. Did you find it?” she yells out.

“Chris, we should just go. You’re making me nervous.” you stand up from the couch, grabbing your purse. “C’mon, we don’t need to- fuck. oh fuck no. Eddie!!” you yell loudly, dropping your purse back to the ground and standing in front of Chrissy's shaking body.

“Found it!” Eddie declares, walking out of his room. “Peaceful bliss just moments away.” his movements pause, looking at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Tears were already streaming down your face as you started to shake Chrissy’s body, hoping to wake her up from whatever was happening to her again.

“Uh, Y/N..? What’s going on?”

You whipped your head back at the sound of his voice, “Eddie, it’s happening again. She's having another hallucination. I don't know what to do. Please help.” you begged.

“A hallucination? What the -“ he stepped closer, finally taking note of her eyes. “Fuck? Y/N, what the fuck?”

You shook your head quickly, not knowing how to explain to him what was actually happening. “Chrissy?” he questioned, stepping even closer and watching her closely.

“Chrissy?” he sang, waving his hand in front of her face, “Hello?”

“That’s not fucking helping, Eddie!” you exclaimed, “Chrissy, please.” you shook her shoulders harder, desperate for this to end.

“Y/N, move.” he ordered, gently pushing your body away so he could stand in front of her. “Chrissy! Hey Chrissy, wake up.”

He shook his hand in front of her face again, “Hey! Hello?“ he began snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Chrissy. Hello? Hey Chrissy!“

Your breath caught in your throat when the lights started flickering on and off again, just like they had in the bathroom the first time this happened. “What the fuck?”

Your eyes caught Eddie's, a confused and scared look on them. He didn’t keep eye contact for very long because he looked back at Chrissy's still shaking form.

“Chrissy!” he yelled again, starting to resume shaking her shoulders like you had been earlier. You felt pure panic as you realized that this one was lasting a lot longer than any other episode she had experienced before.

“Chrissy, please” a desperate cry left your lips as tears were streaming down your face.

“Chrissy! Chrissy! Chrissy!” he repeated, gently slapping her face with both of his hands. “Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy! I don’t like this, Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up!”

Sobs were wracking through your body, “Chrissy, please!”

“Chrissy! What the -“ you glanced up at his abrupt stop.

“Eddie, what-“ and that’s when you caught sight of what was happening.

Chrissy's body was slowly lifting off of the ground. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of what you were witnessing. “Eddie?” you whimpered.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he stepped back, both of you watching chrissy’s body rise higher and higher off of the ground.

Screams ripped from both you and Eddie when Chrissy’s body snapped up to the ceiling.

“Jesus christ!” Eddie screamed, running quickly backwards to try and get away. He tripped over something, falling straight onto his back.

You felt like you couldn’t move, tears were streaming down your face but nothing could come out of your mouth as you witnessed Chrissy’s body pressed above you.

Her arm was first. The sounds of bones cracking was the first sign that something even more horrific was about to happen.

You screamed as you watched her arm bend upwards, snapping in half. You could hear Eddie's screams in the background, but you couldn’t look away from your best friend. Next her legs snapped, and then her jaw. It looked like someone had punched her so hard, it was completely diagonal.

Her body was shaking, mouth open and every bone cracked and disfigured. She stayed in that position for several seconds until her eyes popped completely out of her sockets. It looked like someone had just taken them right out of her head.

You screamed again, body shaking as you wrapped your arms around your knees. “Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy…” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears streaming down your face.

You buried your head in your knees, looking up when you heard the sound of her body dropping back onto the carpet.

“Y/N!” Eddie screamed, running up towards your sitting frame. “C’mon.”

“We can’t just leave her here!” you screamed, pulling back from his grasp.

“Get the fuck up!” he yelled, pulling you up all of the way.

“Let go of me!” you attempted to pull yourself away again, but your body wasn’t prepared for the sudden movements after the traumatizing scene you had just witnessed. You began to feel very dizzy, moving your hands around in attempt to grab something to steady yourself.

“Y/N…?” was the last thing you heard before you saw black.

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dailytatsu · 3 years ago

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Heya! Can I request an Aether/Lumine & reader?

So reader is basically an immortal half-elf who've lived for centuries and a well refined fighter. Well at the beginning even tho they volunteered to tag along on traveler's journey to find their sibling, reader is rather obnoxious and a lazy-dork who only help when actually needed. But as the journey continues, they began to act like traveler's bodyguard after witnessing (archon quest spoiler!) traveler almost getting killed by the Shogun? And maybe random shenanigans happen between them (ft.Paimon). I don't mind if you do either Aether or Lumine if you feel pressured 🙏

Hi! This kind are my favorites! Tysm for requesting! (๑>◡<๑)

I did this with Aether since he is my favorite is who I chose, and I feel more comfortable writing with guys than with girls.

I know they have some different personalities but I can help but see Lumine as the all mighty abyss princess.

Hope you enjoy!

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Aether & Half-elf! Reader

GN! Reader

Inazuma Archon Quest Spoilers!

Request are open; sorry for any mistakes!

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Aether always thought that immortality brought with it wisdom, beings who live for much longer than an ordinary human tend to gain an understanding of life and changes in the world after years of appreciating the passing of the ages.

But when he met you he couldn't help but feel that all his beliefs were based on fiction and old rumors from other worlds. You were anything but wise, not even his first choice to be the voice of reason.

Even Paimon takes her role as his guide seriously.

But what was so wrong about you that get him on his nerves all the time? And most important, why does is he still dealing with you?

To be fair, maybe he was waiting a little too much from you. After all, he always forget that you still have half of a human’s nature.

“Mmh? What are you doing?” You asked Aether the first time he removed your hair from your ears to see if they were pointy. They were, and Paimon yelled kind of a objection when she realize she had to pay for losing their bet.

Not a human, not a elf, but a hybrid between them.

The first encounter was really something he would never forget. Rumors about treasures and requests from the guild made them follow some clues to find a cave that was marked as lost, impossible to enter and explore.

But “impossible” is a word that doesn’t exist their vocabulary. Yet is common that regretting comes along when you’re that bold and risky.

At the very end of that strange cave there wasn’t a treasure waiting, not even a new clue to keep going with the mystery. Instead, was a humanoid silhouette, they seemed to be meditating, not showing a single interest in their voices neither getting nervous because of Aether and Paimon taking some steps forward to have a better look.

But they were breathing, and both could see the pupils moving slightly under their eyelids. Eyebrows twitching now and then, like they were having a nightmare, one of which they couldn’t wake up.

Paimon encouraged him to get even closer to shake that person's shoulder, while she was hiding behind some rocks, obviously.

Aether summoned his sword and then he approached slowly until touching them with his fingertips, waiting for some kind of jumpscare.

The stranger raised their arm, carefully but also in a robotic way. Their fingers were tense, as much that it was painful just looking at them. Like a quiet call, like a order that couldn’t be heard, from the pile of rocks where Paimon was hiding something emerge, breaking through the stone and letting a rusty polearm to be seen.

Their fingers closed around the weapon, bringing them back to reality.

“Master and weapon, reunited again, rise so the world can meet their end!”

Or at least that's what he would have preferred to find. A servant guarding a lost relic, a soulless body moving by a curse, perhaps even a fate that death could not prevent.

But instead it was something really underwhelming, something that broke the mystical and strange atmosphere. That person opened their eyes, annoyed by the light of the torches and disoriented by the situation.

With their body in pain and numb at the same time, how long have they slept in that position?

The first thing they did after waking up was sneezing.

‘So much dust…’

Never accepting missions for exploring legendary caves ever again. Nope. Negative. He refuse to.

What if they find another (Y/N)? Thanks, but no. One is more than enough.

“So what you mean is that your parents' families exiled you and locked you up in the cave for being an ‘abomination’ to both species?” Paimon confirmed once the three of you were back in the surface again. Her hands moving side to side to explain -in a very expressive way- everything you told them.

“It seems that we found the remains of an ancient race that used to exist in Teyvat.” Aether said, still surprised by the way you roamed to feel the wood of the trees and the grass under your bare feet. Kind of heartbreaking.

“Like the boar we found with Xiangling!”

He wasn’t sure if it was okay to compare both encounters but he could see her point.

“… ‘Wait for us’, they told me, ‘think about your existence and find the answer to why your conception is not the atrocity that everyone says you are. May their words not reach you, because we have long ears to hear the words of the gods and not the ones of those who defile earth’… ” You pronounced after decades of not needing to use the language you were taught, with one hand on your chin and eyes closed to concentrate. All you had left was the few memories you preserved inside your mind and heart.

“With ‘they’ you mean your parents?”

You nodded.

“And what happened next?… ” Asked back the tiny companion of the blond guy that rescued you.

“I got bored and I fell asleep.” You admitted, carefree about it, shrugging your shoulders and sighing.

A total waste of your youth.

“Eh!? Then you didn’t thought about those things? That sounded important!” Paimon seemed disappointed for your answer, while Aether held his forehead, without having a clue of how he was supposed to react.

That was the day you joined their party! New team member, (Y/N) strikes in!

Or something like that,,

“H-Hey! We could use a hand over here!… woah!” The little white girl scold you but from your high sit on the top of a big rock only a exaggerated yawning can be heard. Paimon crossed her arms to almost immediately duck down to dodge a fire bullet from the Fatui. Aether didn’t say anything, he was concentrated fighting.

“Oh, yeah… You’re doing great. Go, Aether, go…”

“Was that supposed to be a cheering?!”

“Hey, calm down” You said “He doesn’t need my help. Just take a look, he’s an adventurer. If I meddle it will be really boring for him.”

“Hmp! Now Paimon believes that you were lying when you said that you were a well refined fighter!” She was floating around you, ignoring the battle of his blond friend. Like a pesky bee, the only thing you did was avoiding her furious gaze. “Don’t ignore Paimon! How can you not hear with those ears!? That’s it! Paimon will give you a ugly nickname!”

“What about ‘extinct deaf elf-der’?”

“Yeah, that’s a good one!” She agreed immediately, then she shook her head, pointing at you like a guilty criminal. “Wait, Paimon doesn’t need your suggestions!”

When the last Fatui was defeated Aether turned back to face both of you, sighing because of the new arguing between you two. His sword disappeared and some steps were took to get closer.

Your eyes met each other, a slight smile in your face after looking him safe and sound. So confident but so unaware of the remain danger hiding. Your expression became a surprised one, then your gaze sharped like a killer sight.

You left Paimon on top of the rock when you jumped down, summoning your own weapon you ran straight to where Aether was. The traveler panicked just a fraction of second before loosing sight of you.

Next thing they know was that a you were behind him, facing at the nothing with a defensive pose, just a second of silence before a impact could be heard. Some dirt and dust was lift as the pair of Fatui Pyro Agents became visible again. They stayed there, defeated in one hit.

“Like I said. It would be pretty boring if I meddle...” Aether and Paimon were shocked, none of them felt their presence, not even the heat of the pyro delusion. Your weapon disappeared in the air, and your hands rested on your waist. “Dear Seven, that was intense.” Looking at your friends you sighed, with the laziness on your body language. “It was my turn to cook dinner, right? What a pain having to eat again… ”

Acting that relaxed after that really made them went Ô_Ô and Ö

A silent speech, where devotion and gratitude are the best topics of conversation. The message that is heard even if there’s no words in between. Just a exchange of gazes. Little signs of affection that are shown when it’s necessary.

Your family was gone. No clues about their whereabouts could’ve found in that cave of where you came. Not even the skeletons of a couple holding their hands and petrified in a sobbing position. Not even ashes.

When you have been thinking about the most unimportant things in the universe for so long you can deal with the lost faster than anyone else. Getting the idea of no remain evidence of your parents and feeling that it wasn’t that heartbreaking.

Maybe because you gained a new family almost immediately.

Still you could empathize with Aether, he still had his precious memories with his sister, still remember her face and her voice. And most important was that he knew that she was still roaming Teyvat, waiting for him.

Even if they leave behind Paimon and you at the end of the trip.

Or even if they just leave you behind.

‘I’m okay with that.’

You thought, stroking Paimon’s hair when her head found a comfortable place to rest in your lap. You thought, moving your shoulder so Aether wouldn’t have neck pain. Both sleeping peacefully and you staying awake night by night.

You’ve slept enough, for so long besides.

Somehow the flames of the campfire are warmer now that you have someone to look how the fire dance in the night.

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“I see, so you were serious when you told me that your companion was a mystical extinct creature, weren’t you?” Albedo’s hand went up to hold his chin, analyzing you from distance.

“They are half of it, actually.” Aether answered back, notice how Sucrose was asking you permission to check your features. The sparkle in her eyes made you accept her petition after feeling with the back against the wall.

“Your ears are like mine! Look, look!” Klee pulled your shirt, then she pointed at the side of her head.

“… Still the shape of both are quite different, the length too.”

Years of isolation really are hitting hard right now. You felt overwhelmed and somehow shy when Sucrose hold your face to have a better look.

You follow the traveler to everywhere, no matter the place, you were there. Like a shadow, sometimes just a spectator, other times like an actual active team member.

“Who would’ve tell that our Honorary Knight also has his own knight watching his back.” Kaeya’s voice has that joke but charming tone, as always.

Day after day, it’s the same, everyone talking you through Aether. Like some kind of translator.

“More like a human shield.” Your hand landed on top of Aether’s head, not agreeing with his explanation.

Bonk.

“I guess everything’s better than being Emergency Food.”

“Hey!”

“Haha! You three are quite a team, aren’t you?”

Of course you were. Mondstadt, Liyue, you name it. You could assure that every place in this two nations have at least one story about the team.

You knew that the most brave and magnificent outlander in Teyvat didn’t need a guardian, he can defend himself (somehow even if he’s still using that dull blade).

Bodyguarding also sounds like such a hassle…

You only provide a last resource help when was needed, sometimes also helping with some puzzles and mysteries.

The long eared people was known to be wise and smart people that searched for the full comprehension of the world. Also such a nerds and fans of knowledge. So, even if you considered yourself dumb, in your blood was the instinct of looking for the truth, and sometimes that impulse could be really annoying.

You were always near enough to reach him. Pulling his scarf from behind to move him away from danger. Countering after he gets hit.

Always in a place where you could reach him.

You just needed to extend your arm and you would catch Aether. It was always like this. Always with you jumping in the middle of the crossfire to shield them if it was necessary.

It’s always like this.

Until the day you three set a foot in Inazuma’s land. And a bad feeling of a imminent catastrophe made your shiver.

A new nation, a new problem to solve. But a war? Boldness and stupidity sometimes looks like the same thing, but no matter how many times you repeat this to Aether, he would still ran into problems.

And you would follow him, until your debt is paid, until his travel is done.

It used to be like this.

But then you failed him after being unable to move because of the fear that paralyzed your body. The day Aether faced Shogun Raiden in the ceremony. The day you heard the broken voice of a god inside the Shogun you also fell apart. It was painful, cruel, a void of anger and sadness.

Jumping into danger, without you behind.

You tried to ran between the goddess and your savior, you tried to get closer to at least be useful one last time as the shield you promised to be.

You tried.

But, for the first time, your hand didn’t reach him.

The void of despair and darkness that could be heard inside the Shogun devoured him.

The tears of panic and fear in Paimon’s eyes. The way the Shogun lifted her sword to end his life. The way you were paralyzed because of her presence, forced to be part of the crowd and presence his execution.

That day your facade of laziness faded away, the real feeling of being a knight burnt along your proud. It was so annoying, it was so unnecessary, but still you couldn’t ignore it.

“Are you… are you sure that you’re okay? We don’t have to find the Sangonomiya resistance today. If you need to rest then-” Your hands were shaking when you placed them in Aether’s shoulders, holding yourself for tearing up.

“We have to keep going. I’ll be fine.”

“Besides, if we stay near Inazuma this night they could find us! Paimon won’t be able to sleep like that!” Your mouth opened to counter their arguments, but not a single word dared to go against Aether’s plans.

They could see it in your face. The worry, the remains of shock and fear, the guilty.

“Don’t try to look strong then. If you get tired, tell us. I can carry you in my back.” Even if you were offering help your voice was serious, so cold but so hurt at the same time that nor Aether or Paimon knew what to said to bring the old you back.

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“… Aren’t you coming?” You could hear how the door was slid to let him saw you. The lighted spots on Aether’s clothes were purple, just as the lighting that almost end him. Your lips made a concerned and stressed grimace.

The young traveler took a seat next to you, outside the structure, sitting on the wooden steps and looking at the starry sky. The wind was cold but still the soldiers of the resistance were talking normally and the slight feeling of discommodity because of the excessive presence of other people was climbing up your back.

“(Y/N), there’s no need of guard us every night. You also need to sleep.”

“I'm not tired, I think I've gotten enough sleep, at least not to need it until the next century.”

Aether’s expressions went into a sarcastic one, asking if you were serious with just his gaze.

“That’s not how it works.” He said, trying to change the mood. “And if it does, then why are you always snoozing during the day in every chance you get?”

You had the answer to that, but you weren’t sure about telling him.

“Because everything supposed to be boring. Nothing really changed a lot and… looking at the familiar places was depressing.” So easy, so simple, but still enjoying the company, still enjoying the sound of theirs laughs and their own shenanigans. “… Lately, I’ve been thinking that I should not had left the cave. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate that you two helped me to be back at the surface, and I really want to help you on your journey, but if you still run into the chaos by own decision I think I could not follow you any longer before being a burden in your adventures.”

Overprotection, an unbreakable shield, frequently avoiding fights, always being pulled back to not be part of the battle. Enemies of the braveness of the traveler.

Worry, panic, an overreaction due to fear of loosing everything again.

‘let me do it’, ‘I got it’, ‘wait here’, ‘don’t get close’.

These day could be described like that.

“So, before I do something worse as an excuse of defend you, please let me find a cave to await. You do what’s is needed and… call me back, or leave me there, anything you think it’s better… ”

You could be pronouncing the words from the very bottom of your heart, but still your face was the same seriousness as the accident almost happened.

And even with that you felt his gloved hand removing the hair that was covering your right ear, revealing how it slightly leaned down, showing sadness unwittingly.

“Hey, cut it out… I’m serious about this… ”

“It doesn’t matter if you think that it’s the best option, you’re still sad about leaving.”

“… That’s cheating.” Removing his hand away from your hair you tried to act indifferent.

“You know the reason why we invited you to came along?”

‘You felt sorry for me.’

“I can’t totally tell the exact reason, but it wasn’t for you to pay us some kind of debt because of saving you.” He crossed his arms, looking at the stars, wondering if his sisters was doing the same. “We don’t need a guardian, we need our friend back. And I know you care about Paimon and me, but still you must enjoy the journey. It’s not fair that you are always aware of every potential danger while we mess around lately.”

An eternal silence, your response is late to appear but somehow Aether can tell that you already have something on your mind.

“Then apologize.”

“… Why?”

“For believing that playing as the hero and jumping to face the Shogun was something you had to do.”

“… but-”

Neither Aether nor you slept that night, the blonde had to listen for hours to all the things that you ever wanted to complain about since you arrived in Inazuma.

You made your position on joining the army of the rebellion very clear, you had no intention of fighting to seek "justice" or "peace". Because after all, that fight did not correspond to you, but if he asked you to, you would protect some soldiers or help to guard the barracks, if he asked you to, you wouldn’t complain about it (at least not that much).

Both had enough of each other’s attitude, but it was okay. Because that was what all of you chose in first place.

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what would life with levi be like post 139?

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warning: mention of some spoilers about levi but not major ones as I wont be going in depth about ch 139.

A lot of really cute fluff that I’m sure will warm your heart-

Thanks for sending a question! I'm glad I got another one and ngl this is actually fun to discuss and share my thoughts and ideas with you all :,) I am guessing you are asking about what life y/n would be with Levi after the war and ch. 139 correct?

To be honest, the first thing that comes to mind is that Levi would be actually more relaxed, soft, and happier especially if he is with y/n. After losing some of his comrades, y/n there being by his side would literally make him sometimes during night go emotional and get really clingy to you and he would be extra affectionate and loving. He wants to feel your presence, wants to know you are still there during the night, and wants to definitely hold you. So y/n living with Levi, expect to have some emotional midnights with him and I feel like it would be really deep and he would share his thoughts or maybe talk it out and then he would go on and say he is thankful you are here, by his side and that he would say "Just remember, you mean a lot to me, Y/N. Don't forget that." He has a hard time trying to find the right words to express how much you mean to him but you would get the message either way from his actions and body language. Also, during those nights, he would want a shoulder to cry on and probably just hold on to you and sob a bit on your shoulder (covering his face) because after the war and he has finished serving his duty, he would think about the past and all the people he cared about and his old close comrades and friends, and since Levi is emotional he would just would want y/n to remind him that you are here and you would make him feel so special just by being by his side! hugging him, letting him speak what is in his mind, accept what has happened, and especially showing him love since this man is a bit hesitant and he would want you to do it.

Another thing I think would be like for y/n living with Levi is that to expect a lot of, sight seeing, exploring new places, he would definitely wake you up so damn early to go for this nice café and that they sell fresh baked pastries and he would get bread with you on the way back, holding your hand and keeping you really close to him. When his legs heals, expect also walking in big open green fields, and even hiking! He would only do this with y/n and if they are there and when you both went there, you realized he was really loving to you, and cared for you through his actions asking if you were okay, if you were having a good time with him and....if you were even happy with him! "Are you....happy staying with someone like me?". It breaks Y/N to hear this from him and I think after the war and everything, he would sometimes look down on himself and probably feel self conscious about his scars on his face and he thinks he is 'uglier'. You are now the one who would shut him up even if he says negative things about himself. "Do you think I-" before he even tried to finish his sentence, y/n would go and cover his mouth with their hand. "If you say it one more time, I'm going to smooch your whole face to shut you up." He would then actually laugh every time you do that and finds you adorable, and proceeds to kiss you on the lips, "I love you." He would say that so sweetly, deep and full of emotions while his eyes looking at you filled with love and lust and he would just say that so suddenly and he has been doing that quite often after you started living your life with Levi after the war and it makes you get butterflies every time (also you both are blushing like hell!) He would ask you when he is self conscious if he still looked attractive to you (this is usually when you recently got close with the other neighbors and they loved you and Levi and he would look at the young man talking to his partner, and seeing his face with no scars. He would think that y/n deserved a more better looking guy sometimes) and he would say that he wished he had his other eye to see you more clearly because you become even more beautiful to him and wants to grasp every time he looks at you really clearly, so when you go out he still thinks of you.

He would have a car and he would be pretty good at driving and he would want to take you to the places he would search up and he would literally plan the day the next day without you knowing. so expect surprise trips too! But, he wouldn't want to use his car to be honest and instead using the train for long rides! That's because, he would want his partner to be near him, let them lay on his shoulder or even lap, prepare some sandwiches for y/n and gives it to them just to see them eating the sandwich happily and he finds it really cute. Basically, he wants every interaction with you no matter what.

It would be a simple, but such a loving, warm-hearted, affectionate and basic romantic life that you both would be sooo loved and really happy together <3 he would want to make you laugh every time and he would start laughing too, would take care of you a lot, mentally, physically too even though you always told him you would do some chores instead but he insists "No love, you did enough. Just rest up for today. let me do it okay? And after this I'm taking you out." Also, he would still worry about you a lot and be protective. SO when you go out, he would still message you and wait for you and he get sad when he can't tag along. Once he didn't reply for 30 mins and he was ready to interrogate everyone to find his partner.

I feel like Levi would brag about you quite often to people he would see and talk to, such as you and Levi's neighbors and he would see them in the supermarket early morning (in some mornings you wont be with him cause you were so tired and he gave up and let you sleep in and went instead). He would be buying a bouquet of flowers (he does that every once a while) for you to surprise you when he is back and he would see his neighbors and he would literally talk so highly of y/n, and say such loving things. "Oh Levi, you actually really love Y/N. They are lucky to have you!" and he would stay slight and think. "It's me who is lucky. my whole life I have been unlucky after everything I went through, but meeting y/n. they changed my life and turned it to a better way. they understand me and love me. I love them so much....I don't want them to leave yet." He would say to them and they would encourage him to say it to you but he is kind of shy. SO! he decided to write it in a letter he was secretly hiding it from you and giving it to you for your next anniversary <3 Would defiantly learn how to bake for you, cook new things every week, buy new books that reminds him of you and read it and then he would talk to you about it for hours while drinking tea with him, would take you to shopping and buy you clothes that you would like. and behind closed doors, he wont miss a chance not to show you love, he would hug your waist from behind for soo long (its his favorite) and keeps his head on your shoulder and breathe in your beautiful scent and kiss your skin gently. "Y/N. please, just stay here for another 5 minutes." That 5 minutes was half an hour of smooching and cuddling in the coach and with some hickeys he would leave you on your shoulder (and he lowkey would want you to give him one too- and he would just give you that look saying as if he would want one right now or he wont let you go. so like I said before, clingy soft man? yes. defiantly after everything and since nothing is in his way he would do this and now you can clearly see his loving and soft side that he gives you daily.) Following that, you both would spend the evening, at the balcony, stargazing and he would look at you instead of the stars, while giving a small smile and placing his hand on the side of his cheek. That's because he really thought you were the star, sunlight and bright flower that blooms beautifully which is filled with love and happiness.

Finally, I feel like he would probably be less grumpy and not showing much of his usual stoic expression but instead, his expression would show he is finally relaxed, calm and actually happy inside because living his life with y/n after the war really helped him and made him realize that this. this is how love and life felt like, living with your true soulmate, the connection, emotions you both would share, feelings understood without being explained much, such strong emotional attraction and you were the perfect person to him. this is what changes him and makes him the most soft man out there that if the people from the survey crops where alive such as Erwin and etc. they would be shocked but extremely proud and happy of him because he really deserves it.

I hope this answered your question and this is what I would guess! Anyways, this really warmed my heart answering this and ahhh just imagine this all like, how beautiful and amazing that is? I just wish we all could give Levi a hug. He really is a great man. please feel free to send another question or anyone out there who has one! I hope you and everyone has a good day and let me know if you liked this by leaving a message anywhere, like or a reblog 🥺 ♡ ♡

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