#( thank u for the ask!! i look forward to writing and will hop in your IMs sometime. i know im not from ovw but hopefully the verse i set up

[trumanbluee]

you're the one that i want - deadpool / wade wilson

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

based on this request! <3

content: three words, baby! the honda odyssey!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: established relationship, no mention of condom (wrap it b4 u tap it!), petnames galore, deadpool is a warning in of himself lol.

a/n: the deadpool brainrot has been so strong recently so thank u guys so much for all ur requests! my return to my deadpool era couldn't have come at a worse time with my exams happening rn but i will try and write as much as i can! love you!

You'd been sitting in the backseat of the "fuck-ass Honda Odyssey", as Wade had described it, arm resting on the centre console, your head propped up on your palm lamely as you turn it left to right, half-listening to Wade and Logan argue like you're at a tennis match.

You'd almost flown forward into the front of the car when it came to an abrupt stop, tyres screeching as you let out a soft yelp in surprise. Wade hears you, and wordlessly pushes you back softly. You'd heard something spat out from Logan, along the lines of "You'll never save the fucking world!", followed by Wade's voice saying, "I'm gonna fight you now." and then the sound of a sickening crunch as he punches Logan in the nose.

It's milliseconds before you see your boyfriend's arm reach back and open your door, gently ushering you out with a soft, "Why don't you go for a walk, pretty girl?"

You know better than to argue, especially with Logan seething in the front seat, so you hop out of the car, shutting the door behind you as you trudge off into the trees, half grateful for being kicked out of the car so you didn't have to listen to Logan's grumbles when you inevitably had to ask him to pull over so you could pee.

You could hear the yelling and grunting in the distance, shaking your head as you hear the faint shatter of glass, followed by a - less than masculine - squeal from your boyfriend. You laughed to yourself, not worried in the slightest as you hear the fighting between the two, Logan's growls echoing through the trees as he squelches his claws into your boyfriend's stomach.

You'd told Wade to give Logan a break, and that eventually he would find out about his 'educated wish', but he hadn't listened, instead continuing to push and push and push Logan until, expectedly, he reached his breaking point.

You wandered around amongst the trees for a while, before slumping against a tree not too far from the car, your eyes growing heavy as you listened to the soft rustle of the leaves above you.

You wake up groggily, looking around the room as you rub sleep from your eyes. You startle when a red suit appears in front of you, but it's not the Deadpool suit that you're all too familiar with.

"I'm Elektra, that's Gambit," the woman points to a man in a helmet, who's stood in the corner, playing with cards, "and that's Blade," she points over her shoulder with her thumb to the man in a long, leather trench-coat.

"I.. uhm.. Hi?" you say, taken aback by this sudden bombardment of strangers.

"We're helping you and your friends get out of the void." Elektra explains, offering her hand to help you stand up. You take it gratefully.

"...Oh, cool..." you say, still groggy from being asleep for so long. "..are.. are they around?"

Elektra nods, pointing outside with her head, "Yellow's by the fire, Red's... around here somewhere."

You nod, thanking her and smiling awkwardly at Blade and Gambit as you walk outside, the smoke from the fire consuming your nostrils as you step out. You spot Logan by the fire, but see that he's sitting with someone.

'She looks an awful lot like that X-23 girl we saw at the TVA.' you think, not ruling out the possibility that it is her with the level of weirdness that had already occurred during your short time in the void. You tread on, looking around before you spot the Honda Odyssey. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you walk to the drivers door of the car, opening it to reveal your boyfriend in the back-seat, pulling his katana's out of the passenger's seat next to you as you plop into the driver's seat.

He looks up when he hears the car door open, and the white eyes of his mask visible soften as he sees you.

"Hey baby," he coos, scooching forward in the back-seat to press a soft kiss to your cheek through his mask as you sit in the driver's seat, peeking over the headrest to look back at him, "was wonderin' when you were gonna wake up, sleepy head."

You smile softly, before taking a moment to look around at the damage done to the car. Your eyes go wide and your hand flies to your mouth, the other reaching back to swat at Wade's shoulder.

"Wade! What the fuck did you two get up to in here? Jesus Christ!"

You hear a whisper of 'Baby Knife!' followed by a soft grunt as Wade pockets another one of his knives.

"Just some good ol' fashioned fightin', baby! I'm kinda sad you missed it, that shit got good!"

You tut, leaning around the driver's seat to look at him as he's hunched over, digging for another one of his knives beneath the seat.

You hear him mumble something along the lines of 'Hate this fuckin' car' before he shoots up, and you can sense his smile through the mask. He leans back in the seats that are in the very back of the car, right leg thrown over one seat, with his other leg spread, suit-clad knee pressing into the fabric of the other. His eyes sharpen as he looks at you, before groaning softly, throwing his head back in a circle, and sighing.

"Fuck, princess, that fightin's gotten me all worked up," he groans, chin pressed to the top of his chest as he looks at you, eyes narrowed.

You feel your thighs rub together at the way he looks at you, the manspreading the cherry on top of a very, very, delicious looking dessert. He chuckles, gesturing to your thighs with his head.

"Saw that, baby." He laughs to himself before he lifts his hand, beckoning you to him with two fingers, his other hand resting on the headrest of the seat in front of him, twiddling Baby Knife between his fingers.

You squirm in your seat before not so agilely climbing over the centre console, crawling over the seat and onto Wade’s lap. He pockets Baby Knife, bringing a hand up to pull the bottom of his mask up, the other settling on your ass as you straddle his waist. 

“Hey doll-face,” he murmurs, smiling and giving your ass a playful squeeze, pulling his mask fully off before placing his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. 

You moan against his lips as you kiss back, his gloved hand giving your ass a firmer squeeze. Wade uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips as you gasp into his mouth. Your hips grind down subconsciously and he pulls away from the kiss, both of your chests rising quickly as you both try and regain your breath from the heated kiss. 

Wade smirks up at you, moving both of his hands to your hips, squeezing softly, pulling a giggle from your lips before he’s engulfing them in another breathless kiss. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on his boner as it tents in his suit, causing him to buck up absentmindedly as he groans into your mouth. Your breathy whimpers vibrate against his lips, and he pulls away, leaning his head back against the headrest behind him. 

“…Fuck, doll-face,” he groans, looking up at you, “ look what you're fuckin’ do to me, baby.” 

He nods down to his dick, almost bursting out of his suit, and your mouth nearly drops open. Wade thinks to himself that if you were in an animé, you’d have heart emojis bulging from your eyes. 

He takes his hands off your hips, crossing his arms behind his head in faux-laziness as he watches you undo the buckle of his belt, slapping the sides of his legs softly, signalling for him to lift his hips. 

“Watch it, doll-face.” Wade warns, half-joking, “Ask me nicely, please.” 

You groan, giving him your ‘are-you-fucking-serious-right-now’ glare as you tug at his belt. He’d been on the receiving end of this look many times in the past, so he’s unfazed as he chuckles dryly, planting his hips down.

 “I can wait, Princess.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. “Please, Wade,” you glare at him, “Will you please lift your hips up so I can get your dick out?” 

You add a pout and a flutter of your lashes at the end, and his resolve noticeably crumbles. He huffs, lifting his hips up off the car seat just enough for you to pull down his pants slightly. You dip your hand into his underwear, giving his dick a soft tug before freeing it from the tight pants of his Deadpool suit. 

You gather some spit in your mouth, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes before spitting onto the tip of his cock, using your hand to spread it along his length, squeezing softly around the base. Wade groans from below you, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Fuck, hotstuff, ya’ killin’ me here.” 

Wade hisses as you squeeze a bit harder around his dick, the pretty ring he’d proposed to you with cold against his skin. 

He almost whines, stopping himself by biting his lip, “Oh, c’mon baby, what’d I do to deserve this teasin’, huh? I fought so valiantly against ol’ Wolvie, didn’t I, princess? Don’t I deserve to be treated nicely?” 

Something about the whiny-ness of his tone sends a pang to your heart, and pussy, and you grind down against his thigh absentmindedly before putting both your hands on his shoulders. 

“Help me out, would ya’, Wadey?” you ask sweetly, shimmying your hips slightly to gain his attention. 

His hands fly to your tights, tugging them down your thighs, lifting your legs softly, one by one, and peeling your pants off, leaving you hovering above him in your prettiest pair of panties. You’d been wearing them as a birthday surprise for him, but you’d both been snagged by the TVA before you could put them to good use… until now. 

Wade’s breath hitches from beneath you as his eyes land on your panties, his lower lip bitten between his teeth as his chest heaves. 

“Fuck, doll-face, what’re you all dressed up for?” he says, tracing a gloved hand over the lacy hem of your white panties, pressing a soft kiss to the little blue bow in the middle, before blowing a puff of cool air onto the damp spot beneath it. 

Your legs wobble softly and a shiver runs up your spine, leaving you grateful for your hands planted on your boyfriend's broad shoulders. 

You muster the breath to say, “They’re for you, baby… Well, they were for your birthday…”

He groans softly, pressing a soft kiss to your mound before pushing the thin fabric to the side, swiping a gloved finger through your slick. 

“Shit, baby.. Y’so wet f’me,” he says, voice breathless. “Fuck those stupid fucking day players, keeping my beautiful fiance, and her beautiful fucking panties from me on my birthday. What assholes, hey baby?” He says, pressing his thumb to your clit harshly as he blows another puff of air onto your slick pussy, causing your hips to buck into the air. 

You whine softly, bringing a hand to pump Wade’s cock once again, nodding mindlessly at his question that he knows you didn’t even hear. 

Wade chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest and shooting straight to your cunt, your thighs squeezing around his hand as he thumbs your clit lazily. 

You shuffle yourself forward on his lap, holding onto Wade’s strong shoulder with your hand, the other slowly pumping his cock as you lift yourself up, breathing hitching as you push yourself down onto the tip of Wade’s dick. 

His breath hitches beneath you, rubbing soothing circles on your hips through his gloves as you sink down onto him. His hands grip your hips tighter as he bottoms out, your eyes squeezed shut as you clamp down on his length. 

“Shit, baby, I could blow my load right now.” Wade gasps, head thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. You follow suit with his movements, digging your nails into the fabric of his suit as you leverage yourself on his shoulders, pushing yourself up and slamming yourself down on his cock, a moan slipping from your lips at every drag of his dick along your walls. 

Your hips stutter slightly, and Wade takes this as his cue, moving his hands from your hips to gain a strong grip on your ass, lifting you up and slamming his hips to meet yours. You whine softly, eyebrows knitting together and biting your lip as the soft squelch of your wetness reverberates around the car, your chest heaving with exertion, skin dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. 

You throw your head back, moaning wantonly, one hand coming off of Wade’s shoulder and pressing against the roof of the car. 

“...Shit…Wade!” you stammer as he moves one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb pressing harshly on your clit through his glove.

You slam your hips down to meet Wade's quicker, chasing your high as Wade slams his hips up to meet yours, his head thrown back against the head-rest behind him, eyes closed, as he groans softly.

"C'mon, doll-face," Wade grunts from beneath you, rubbing cruel circles on your clit as he bucks into you, "...y'gonna cum? Can feel you squeezing around me, princess."

You moan softly, babbling something like a 'uh-huh' as your eyebrows knit together, eyes shutting tight as you feel the coil building in your lower belly, threatening to snap any moment.

Wade feels you clamping around him, looking up and watching as you throw your head back, your grip on his shoulder tightening.

"That's it, baby," he groans from under you, pinching at your clit meanly causing you to whimper softly, your head coming forward, forehead resting against his as you grind down onto his cock.

"C'mon, hotstuff, give it to me..." he grunts, feeling his own orgasm coming as you clench down on him like a vice, a string of curse words sputtering from your lips as he feels you gush around him.

"...Shit, baby... Good girl," he coos, fucking you through your orgasm as he cums, soft grunts sounding in your ear as he bucks into you before stilling, stopping the movements of his thumb on your clit, as he lifts you up gently and pulls out. He pulls his hand away from your clit, but not before collecting a part of the mixture of yours and his cum on his gloved fingers, pushing it slowly back in to your drooling pussy. You whine, overstimulated, and he tuts, pushing your panties back into place and pulling your pants back up your legs, leaning back in the seat as you slump against his chest.

He smiles, giving your bum a soft pat and pressing a kiss to your hairline, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I lied, doll-face, the Honda Odyssey fucks, hard.”

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[confusionmeisss]

“𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫” 𝐠𝐟 - 𝐦. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

🫧 matt sturniolo x fem!reader

🫧 in which you play dress to impress with matt during one of his solo streams

🫧 fluff

🫧 1.4k words.

🫧 hi lovelies!! thank u so much for reading! i was playing dress to impress and i was like just thinking like when i say im a gamer this is what i mean. i play the silly fun games. so i wanted to write matt with a girl like that as well. i hope u enjoy!!!! much love!! <3 masterlist

You sat on the bed, back against the headboard and one headphone in your ear watching Matt play Fortnite. It could honestly get a little boring, but Matt was cute to look at when he got upset, so you persevered.

“Oh, yeah she’s right over here,” you hear Matt say with a chuckle. You look up from your hand where you were peeling a piece of nail polish off your finger to see him leaning over looking at you.

“Hi,” He says with a grin.

“Hello. Weren’t you just playing Fortnite?”

“Mhm. But they asked about you,” he says, pointing his thumb to where the Twitch chat is on his screen.

“Ah,” you let out, getting up from the bed, you make your way over to Matt and sit yourself down on his lap.

“Hey y’all,” you say with a wave. “How is everyone? I hope you’re behaving yourselves.”

You feel Matt place his chin on your shoulder as you're reading through chat.

“‘Where did you get that shirt?’ Well, thank you for asking mattsbabygirl33, I found it in the depths of Nick's closet. Swear that kid has too many clothes,” you answer with a small laugh.

“‘Thoughts on cuddling?’ I love cuddles! Matt and I alternate between big and little spoon throughout the week!”

“Don’t tell,” Matt grumbles, burying his face into your neck. You reach a hand up to run it through his hair.

“Sorry love,” you laugh.

“I think as penance you have to finally give in and play a game on stream.”

“Can I at least pick the game?”

“‘Course,” Matt says, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You grin and lean forward, placing your hands on the mouse and keyboard.

“Don’t look, I want it to be a surprise!”

“Ok,” you hear Matt chuckle as you click around, before you start typing, then more clicking.

“Alright! You can look now!”

“What,” Matt asks slowly, “are we playing exactly?” He’s eying the block model on screen with confusion, and it makes you giggle.

“Dress To Impress! It’s a game on Roblox! I play it all the time when it’s real slow at work.”

“Okay. How do we play?”

“So, well right now we’re in intermission, but once that’s over we’ll be given a theme, and then we’ll have to dress up to the theme, and then we’ll model and vote, and see who ranks in the end. Then we do it over again.”

“Okay, sounds easy enough.”

You smile as you look at the screen noticing intermission is gonna be over in six seconds.

You eagerly lean forward, placing your hand on the keyboard. Grinning once you see the theme pop up.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄

You got this in the bag. You practically grew up on Barbie.

You look over at Matt. “Ready?”

“Totally.”

You start moving your model around, making your way over to skirts to start off your look, going for the classic Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. Once you’ve chosen your skirt and changed the color to fuchsia, you start looking for a top, then move on to shoes, before moving on to accessories.

“You have two minutes left!” Matt informs you.

“Oh trust me that’s plenty of time,” You respond, making your way towards the salon section to do hair and makeup.

“Which blonde looks better?” You ask Matt, switching between the two colors.

“Second one.”

You nod. “I was thinkin the same.”

You click the spacebar and watch your model hop out of the chair before you make your way over to the skin tone changer.

As soon as your model hops out, the screen goes black and states that voting is about to start.

The first model starts walking down the car walk and stops to pose and for you to vote.

“What the hell?” Matt says. “They’re not even on theme!”

“Yeah, that happens a lot,” You say with a sigh, keeping the vote on one star.

You and Matt vote and commentate on the next few outfits before it’s your turn.

“Oh, it’s us!” You clap happily. “Ok we have to pose,” you add after, moving the mouse toward the poses.

“I wanna pick,” Matt says, reaching over, making you move your hand.

“You gotta be quick with it.”

“Got it,” he says. You watch as he clicks through the poses, his tongue peeking out a little in concentration.

“Oh, our turns up!”

“We were the last to go, so now we see the top three winners.”

You both watch the screen change to announce the top three, the both of you hoping to be up on the podium somewhere.

“What the fuck!?” Matt exclaims, throwing his hands up, his brows furrowing. “None of them were even on theme!”

“As it happens,” you sigh, scrolling to see where you ended up ranking. Sixth place out of eight.

“I wanna play again,” Matt decides. “But I wanna dress the model this time.”

“Alright,” you agree easily. “We'll just have to wait in intermission before we’re given a new theme.”

You feel Matt nod as he rests his head back on your shoulder as you start to undress your model.

“‘This is why I can’t play this game, it’s just filled with nine year olds who don’t understand the theme’ Yeah, I feel you,” you respond to the chat. “That’s why I only really play when it’s slow at work, cause then I can’t publicly get too pissed.”

You’re reading through the chat, seeing if there’s anything else you wanna respond to when Matt taps your thigh.

“Eight seconds,” he mutters.

“Well, you’re dressing to impress this round, so get your hands ready mister.”

His hands snake around you to land on the keyboard and mouse and as soon as they land the next theme appears on screen.

𝐘𝟐𝐊

“Oh this should be so easy!” You gasp. “All you have to do is channel your inner Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, even Tarayummy!”

“You’ve got this,” you say, placing an encouraging kiss on Matt’s cheek.

“Mhm,” he hums, concentrating on getting his model over to the shirts he seen you pass earlier.

As Matt moves around to dress his model, you start reading through the chat again.

“‘Matt’s concentration and commitment to such a silly game is honestly so cute wtf’ Yes yes, I would have to agree, cvntynickk,” you laugh.

“‘Y/N, we need you here more often so he plays more than just fortnite!’ Ah, that’s kind of you chappellswift, but I don’t wanna be intruding too much,” you respond with a shy smile.

“Never intruding,” Matt mutters.

You smile at that, but it won’t stop the feeling.

“‘How to have a relationship like Y/N & Matt, no borax no glue plsss’ Just find someone who treats you right and respects you and the rest should really fall into place,” you say with a smile.

“Done!” Matt says.

You look over at the game and let out a gasp.

“Matt you did really good!” You look over at him to grin at him brightly.

“Thanks,” he says with a shy smile and slightly reddening cheeks.

The screen changes and voting commences. You and Matt go through the same process as last time. You watch Matt carefully choose each rating like this is America's Next Top Model and not a silly Roblox game.

Once it’s time for the winners to be announced, you feel Matt sit up just that bit straighter, and you struggle to reign in your smile at how serious he’s taking this.

The top three are revealed and,

“What the fuck!” Matt yelps out. “This is bullshit! None of what they’re wearing is y2k at all!”

He reaches over to see where he ranked and you watch as he stops and sees he got fifth place.

“Fuck this,” Matt huffs, leaning back in his chair. “I’m done with this game.”

“Alright then drama queen,” you laugh, exiting out.

“Thank you for having me, but I’m gonna go and get a treat now because I need my daily dose of sugar. Hopefully Chris didn’t eat all the donuts,” you mutter, placing a kiss on Matt’s head as you get up; Matt trying to get you to stay but not too hard knowing how you get without your sugar dose.

You wave bye to chat as well. “Maybe you guys will see me next time.”

“I’m so in love with her,” Matt says quietly to chat, but you hear it as you close his bedroom door; it makes a giddy smile appear on your face.

[naturesapphic]

Hiiiii can u write a fic about how Billie and reader met!! (With the Billie wall!!!) PLEASEE

Love you mwah Mwahh

Love At First Fan

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

It was June 2024 in Berlin, Germany when Billie eilish went to do promo for her new album, “hit me hard and soft”. The last time she came here was in 2019 for her first album “when we all fall asleep where do we go”. Now she’s back after five years and you were finally getting to meet her. There were hundreds of fans waiting to see her and you were one of them. You waited out there for about an hour until you saw her.

It was the Billie eilish. Just a few yards away from you. You felt your heart beat out of your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. She sat on the wall where all the autographs were, making it the Billie wall, and she posed for a photo, remaking the one she did five years ago. You watched her in awe and you hope that she would come over to you.

It’s been about an hour since Billie has been here, she signed a plaque that’s going to be placed on the wall, she did some photos, some interviews and even talked with almost all of the fans. Then she got to you and you were absolutely freaking out on the inside. “Hey sweet girl. How are you?” She said and you thought you were gonna pass out right then and there.

“Hi! I-im great! H-how about you?” You stuttered out and she just kept smiling at you, not even noticing or pointing it out which made you grateful. “I’m good! What’s your name sweetheart?” She asked you and you told her your name. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She said while giving you a wink which made you go crazy. Billie went up to you and gave you a hug, she leaned in next to your ear. “Meet me here in three hours alone okay?” She whispered and she moved on to the next group of people waiting for her.

~ three hours later ~

It’s been three hours and you were walking up the stairs near the wall when you spotted Billie already sitting up there waiting for you. You smiled big and hurried up the stairs towards her. When she saw that you were coming, she matched the smile you had on your face and hopped down. You got up in front of her and smiled shyly. “It’s crazy that im doing this. I’ve never done this before but y/n you entranced me. I don’t know what it is about you or how you spoke to me but I was hooked the first time I laid my eyes on you.” She explained and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“R-really?” You sputtered out and she took a step forward, looking deep in your eyes. “Yes really. I would love to get to know you more y/n, if that’s okay with you?” She asked and you immediately nodded your head yes. Billie reached for her phone in her back pocket and handed it to you so you could put your number in. You put it in and handed it back to her. “Well I’ll tell you later okay? I need to go and finish some more things but get home safe.” Billie said and you nodded slowly, still not believing that this was happening. Billie smiled and waved bye as she walked down the steps and went inside her car as you stood there in disbelief.

A/n: thank you to the two anons who requested this and for y’all’s kind words! I love y’all too! Mwah! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[smallestapplin]

Aaa hi, I love how you write Prowl. If it's okay, can u request something cute with him and a human s/o?👉👈

I love Prowl so much, thank you OTL

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It's comical, really.

A giant robot man absolutely smitten by such a small human, you fit in the center of his servo, you climb him like he's a tree just get him to pick you up and place you on his desk.

Prowl is a very protective partner, he's already lost so many people he was close to, he refuses to let anything happen to you. Even if that means you sleep in his habsuite with him.

But what most intrigues you are his doorwings.

You've watched how bots like Starscream practically speak with his wings, how they flutter when he's happy, or fan out when he's angry, or tuck in close when he's scared.

Even bots with smaller doorwings like Bumblebee, it's a bit clunkier but much the same, you can read him just by looking at them.

But you can't with Prowl.

His stuck close to him, but never move not even a twitch unless he's transforming from his alt mode, it's the only time you've seen them move.

You can't read him.

You can't tell what his emotions are from them or what he's thinking. You tried asking Bee about them, only for him to get bashful and clam up.

You tried asking Skyfire, only for him to respond much the same, covering his face plate and refusing to look at you for a week.

Something about them was important and asking about them was somehow taboo.

"You're staring again."

You blink, snapping yourself from your thoughts. You look up, meeting his blue optics, his resting expression being all the greets you.

"What, is it illegal to stare at my handsome partner?" You smile, chuckling at how his cheeks dust with blue.

The energon flowing through him shows so prettily on his face, you can't help but stare. He narrows his optics at you, giving you a suspicious glance before going back to his reports.

"No, I suppose it's not something I could arrest you for, but a fine maybe."

You let out a fake gasp, which earns you a playful smirk from him. It always makes you melt that you are the only one that gets to see such a side of him, not many do.

Yet his wings still don't move.

You want to know what would it take for his wings to mirror his emotions, but it seems you're just going to have to test it out yourself.

"A fine? Oh officer how could you be so cruel." You whine for dramatic effect. Your heart skipping a beat when he chuckles.

"Hm, suppose I'll have to up the charge with that attitude. Say...three kisses sound fair?"

Prowl can feel his body twitching, longing to show his courtship to you in the way he instinctively knew how, but he's trained so long to keep his wings from moving.

But you make it so hard.

You make him want to be more show boating, to show everyone and the universe that you're his, that he's the lucky bot you deemed worthy to be your beloved.

You bashful giggle sends his spark into overdrive, you're just too precious for him, you make him a mess even though he doesn't want to admit it.

"Just three?"

The playful tone in your voice makes him snort.

"What, you want more? Just how needy are you?"

"Oh, so sorry that I like kissing my super hot boyfriend."

"Tch, you humans and your weird words."

"Shut up and lift me up, I want those kisses."

He rolls his optics before letting you hop up in his servo, lifting you up in front of his face plate. You see him hesitate for a moment, looking away from you for a split second before meeting your eyes once more.

Even still he's nervous, he can't believe someone so cute and sweet actually wants to be his partner and actually wants his affection.

He doesn't know what you see in him, but by Primus he won't disappoint you.

In the middle of his thoughts you take a few steps forward to be closer, and kiss his dermas. For once you've taken the stern bot by surprise, his optics widen a fraction, but then you hear it.

You hear a metal 'clunk!'

You pull away and manage to see behind him, his doorwings are up high and shaking. Prowl is quick to notice and forces them back down, fighting his own instincts to keep them close to his body.

"Did your-"

"No, no they didn't, you didn't see anything."

"Oh my god you moved them! They wiggled! Can you do that again, that was so cute!"

He's surprised at just how excited you are, he never thought his wings would mean that much to you, you're a human after all you don't understand the silent language wings hold.

Prowl looks to the door of his office, making sure it's still closed and that no bot is walking nearby, he will be damned if anyone else sees him like this.

With a groan and sigh he loosens his wires and lets his doorwings do what they want. You can't help but stare in awe and how they twitch and flutter.

"Thank you, I know it must be hard to let loose like this. I'm honored you're letting me see you like this."

You don't know how many centuries it took him to control his wings, just so enemies couldn't read his next moves or his emotions and get an upper hand.

You don't know how he felt like he lost apart of himself and his culture before the war.

You don't know how much your words meant to him.

"Hush up and kiss me again, would you?"

He grumbles, ignoring your chuckling at how angry pout even if it's not that angry.

"Whatever my sweet bot wants."

[moonstruckme]

would u maybe be willing to write remus with a reader who also has scars? not from anything in particular just more than the average joe (i personally have quite a few scars from years of sports and having acne and a skin condition, so really the cause can be anything u want) and they take care of eachother? they have a routine they do together and they put lotion and bio oil on for eachother <3

Thanks for requesting!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 831 words

“Remus?” He looks past himself in the mirror to find you standing in the doorway to the bathroom, hair wet from the shower you’d taken before his. You’re holding your hands the way you do when you’re feeling tentative. 

He turns around and makes his voice extra soothing to assuage it. “Yeah, dovey?” 

“What do you…what are you doing, when you rub that stuff on your face?” 

He blinks, looking down at the small container in his hand. “This? It’s oil. It’s for my scars.” 

You take a hesitant step forward. Your brow wrinkles. “Like, to make them go away?” 

He smiles wistfully. “No. I don’t think anything can make them go away, honey. This just makes them less…obvious.” 

You smile, walking up to him with a bit more confidence. “Oh, good. Can I try some?” 

Remus raises his brows. “What for?” 

“I have scars,” you say, almost defensively. “They’re not as cool as yours, but I have them.” 

A little laugh escapes him. Cool. “You mean like the ones on your knees?” 

You nod, taking the oil from him and reading the bottle. “Yeah, like those.” 

“Sure, hop up here.” He pats the counter, and you follow his instructions readily, twisting around to jump up and setting your back against the mirror. You’re wearing your pajama shorts, your bare knees brushing the material of the towel around his waist. 

“This better not be an excuse to get me alone half-naked,” he says quietly as he gets his lotion back out from inside the cabinet. You go bright red at the suggestion, and Remus huffs a laugh. “I knew it.” 

“Stop,” you plead, nudging him reprimandingly with your foot. “I’ll go, if that’s what you want.” 

“Only teasing,” he reaffirms what you already know. He crouches in front of you. “It’s lucky you just showered, because that’s usually when your scars need it most. Your skin is all dried out from the water.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say sardonically, but there’s a bit of real self-consciousness to your voice. Remus strokes his thumb over your knee placatingly. 

“It’s okay. That’s why we start with lotion, to moisturize it first.” He places a dollop of the lotion onto your knee, rubbing it in with his fingers. You hum in understanding, and he does the other knee too. “And then the oil, which should make the marks a bit less angry if you use it consistently.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly as he smooths the oil into the scars on your knees. Remus looks up to find you giving him a soft, open look, and he smiles, squeezing your calf lightly. 

“Of course, honey. Any other scars that need attending to?” 

“There’s some on my hands.” You’re looking at him the way you look at the moon, with a tender sort of reverence. He suspects that you don’t actually care so much about the appearance of scars on your hands so much as you want him to keep touching you, but that’s more than alright with him. 

“Yeah?” he prompts, and you hold them out in front of him. “Mm. I’ve never noticed these before.” 

“They’re not huge,” you say with a shrug. 

Remus sets to work, massaging lotion into the skin of your hands and wrists. He takes the oil again and begins applying it to the marks he can see. “Where’d this come from?” he asks, rubbing it into a cruel line down the bottom of your palm. 

“Oh, I cut myself cutting something in the kitchen one time,” you explain, somewhat embarrassedly. 

He hums sympathetically, moving to another scar just shy of your knuckle. “What about this one?” 

“I’d forgotten that a pan I’d set in the sink was still hot.” Your voice gets softer as his fingers soothe over your hands bit by bit. “I brushed the back of my hand against it without thinking.” 

A small sound escapes him, equal parts fondness and exasperation. “And these?” He thumbs over two nearly identical white lines, one just above the other on your wrist. 

 “Burned myself on the oven rack.” You look at them sheepishly. “Twice.” 

Remus huffs a laugh, finishing with the oil and bringing your arm to his chest. “So what I’m getting from this is, you’re never going into a kitchen again.”

“Hey,” you say with a smile, “a girl’s got to eat.” 

“I’ll cook for you,” he bargains. 

“Every meal?” 

“If it means keeping you from injuring yourself, yes.” 

“I might be amenable to that,” you say, looking at him consideringly, “if…you let me put this stuff on your scars for you sometimes.” 

Remus’ lips curve slightly as he leans forward, stamping them on your forehead. “It’s a deal, lovely girl. We can do it for each other, yeah?” 

“Sounds good.” You peck his cheek in return, hopping down from the counter. “So, what’s for dinner? I was going to make myself a grilled cheese, but if you’re cooking I’m thinking more along the lines of lobster bisque.”

[corroded-hellfire]

Where the Heart Is: Epilogue - Eddie Munson x Reader

Part 5

Summary: It’s moving day and the next chapter of your life with Eddie is beginning. And somewhere down the road, pieces of your heart collide with one another, making your anniversary all the more meaningful.

Note: The story has finally come to its close. It amazes me that this was never intended to be a series at all—it turned into one purely because it became so requested of me. It’s been a year since this fic first posted and the number of you who have stood by all this time to see it to the end hold such a special place in my heart. Thank you all for your kind words, generous reblogs, and all the love I’ve received over this story. I have loved writing in this world and would always be open to receiving requests in it. I hope you enjoy this little slice of their happily ever after 🧡

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[Where the Heart Is masterlist]

“Jesus Christ, Munson.”

Steve sits down on the edge of the U-Haul, trying to catch his breath after shoving Eddie’s amp on board. The bed of the moving truck is decently full already. The Harrington household was the first stop, and Steve’s things bound for Boston were loaded yesterday. 

Today at the Munsons, it’s time to do the heavy lifting. Well, for Eddie and Steve to do the heavy lifting. Not to say that you and Nancy aren’t helping, but you have the easier job of loading up the back of Eddie’s van with boxes full of clothes and other smaller and more delicate objects that are certainly lighter than the alternative. 

“What’re ya whining about now, Harrington?” Eddie says, sweat dripping from the curls that frame his face. His hair is in a bun at the base of his neck but it’s not enough to keep him cool in the late August heat. 

“That amp weighs more than your bed did,” Steve says. 

“No shit,” Eddie argues, wiping his sweaty forehead off on the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Because one is a mattress and a basic frame to hold it up and the other is a goddamn expensive piece of musical equipment. I hope you didn’t ding it at all.”

“I’ll ding you,” Steve mumbles under his breath as he stands back up.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Nothing, nothing,” Steve says as he hops up the steps back into the trailer. 

“How ya doing, babe?” you ask, coming over to Eddie after carrying a box of his D&D stuff over to his van. 

“Hot. Sweaty. Tired.”

“Aww,” you coo and wrap your arms around his neck. It doesn’t matter in the slightest to you that he’s all sweaty—you’ve been the cause of him getting sweaty many times before. Eddie rests his hands on your hips and pecks your lips. 

“Eddie!” Wayne calls from inside.

“Yeah?” 

“Are you bringing your desk?”

Your boyfriend chews on his bottom lip, deliberating. “Well, do you wanna keep it?”

“What the hell do I need a desk for?” Wayne asks, making you chuckle. 

“Okay, we’ll take it.” Eddie huffs a laugh and gives your hip a squeeze.

“I’m glad that Wayne’s getting a proper bedroom back,” you say.

“And I’m sure he’s glad that we’re bringing the old bed with us and he’s getting a new one. I don’t think he’d get much sleep on it thinking about what you and I have done on it.”

“That doesn’t even include you on your own for years before that,” you tease. Eddie digs his fingers into your ribs, making you squeal and giggle as he tickles you.

Nancy comes out of the trailer, balancing two medium sized boxes in her arms. She raises her eyebrows at Eddie as she walks past him to get to his van.

“Wayne looks like he’s planning on helping Steve carry that desk out here. I’d get your ass in there,” she warns.

Eddie sighs. “Ugh, stubborn old man.” He kisses the top of your head before disappearing inside his home—or rather, former home. 

You walk over and help Nancy load up the two boxes she just brought out. Both of you walk over towards the U-Haul and Nancy smacks her hand against the side of it.

“I am not looking forward to driving in this thing with Steve all day,” she says. “He’s never driven something this big but of course he’d never admit that it’ll be difficult.”

You chuckle and nod along, knowing your boyfriend would be the same way. You open your mouth to respond when you hear yelling coming from inside.

“No, tilt it like this!”

“I know what I’m doing!”

“Remind me to never let you work on my car if this is the way you handle things!”

Nancy sighs and shakes her head.

“Do you think it’s too late to tell them that they can’t move in with us?” she asks. 

Once everything is on the truck and ready to go, Steve and Nancy say their goodbyes to Wayne and slip into the front seats, giving you and Eddie the chance for a more private farewell. You give Wayne a big hug, which he happily returns.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” you promise.

Wayne chuckles and shakes his head as the two of you pull apart. 

“Just worried about how long before you call me to come pick him up ‘cause you’ve had enough of him.”

“Never,” you assure Wayne, taking one of his weathered hands in yours and giving it a squeeze.

“You heard her,” Eddie says, nodding his head towards you. “She’s never letting me go. I’m gonna be a prisoner.”

“Locked up in a nice Boston apartment with your girl and two of your best friends,” Wayne says, shaking his head. “When will justice be served?” 

When you step back from Wayne, you’re not sure if Eddie wants you to stay or go wait in the van while he says goodbye to the man who raised him. When your boyfriend playfully tugs your ear on the way to his uncle though, you take it as it’s fine for you to be here. 

“Well, I’ll see ya soon, Old Man,” Eddie says as he pulls Wayne in for a hug. 

“You drive safe, okay?” Wayne asks, his hand clapping his nephew on the back as they hug. “And I mean real safe, not ‘Eddie safe,’ okay? You got precious cargo there you’re carrying.” Wayne throws you a wink over Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Oh, I know,” Eddie says. He pulls back and sighs. “Gotta make sure my guitar gets to Boston unharmed.”

Wayne shakes his head and turns to you. “He ever acts up, just smack him on the back of the head. Like this.”

“Ow!” Eddie complains, reaching up to cover the spot where his uncle just thunked him. With a small giggle, you nod your head, affirming that you’ll know what to do.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Eddie sighs and claps his hand onto Wayne’s shoulder. 

“You take care, you hear me? Don’t make me start sending Red over here to check on you. Or maybe I’ll just call Abigail.”

At the sound of his new girlfriend’s name, Wayne rolls his eyes. 

“I can take care of myself. I’ll see you up there in Boston for Thanksgiving,” he says.

Eddie nods. He goes to take a step towards the van but twists and gives Wayne another hug instead.

“Thanks for everything, Wayne. I mean it. For everything.”

“You’re a good kid,” Wayne says as he hugs him back, tighter than the last time, you notice. “‘M proud of you, son.”

By the time they break apart, your eyes have misted over. Blinking away the tears seems to help, but one or two manage to escape and slide down your cheeks. 

Eddie walks over and laces his fingers with yours. 

“Ready, sweet girl?”

“Let’s go.”

The two of you hop into the van and, ahead of you, Steve starts up the truck. Eddie’s van rumbles to life and you just pray this thing makes it to Boston. Perks of having a mechanic for a boyfriend, though, are that you don’t have to wait around forever to have some mechanic come by and check it out, then fork out the big bucks for whatever is wrong with it. 

Eddie puts the van in drive and follows Steve down the road, towards the exit of Forest Hills. Dark brown eyes flick up towards the rear-view mirror. Eddie watches the front door to the trailer close behind Wayne and takes a long look at the home he grew up in. It’s small, old, and not in the best condition. But it’s where he’s lived his life and had some of the best times he’s ever had. It’ll be weird to him to have a new home. To be in a new city. In a new state. But he’s excited. Excited to turn the page and start this next chapter of his life with you. 

Rough, callused fingers find yours as you pull out of the trailer park. You intertwine your fingers with his and bring his hand up to your hand for a kiss. 

“You okay, handsome?” you ask.

The grin he gives you makes your breath catch in your chest. You’ll never get over how breathtakingly beautiful he is. The way his curls frame his face just right and how his long eyelashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks. 

“Me?” Eddie asks. “Never been better, baby.”

If Steve and Eddie thought that getting furniture out of both their houses and into the truck was hard, they’re in for a nasty surprise. The apartment you’re all sharing is on the second floor of the off-white building the moving van and Eddie’s truck are parked in front of. Both Steve and Nancy’s cars are parked behind the building, in a small private lot. Steve had driven his car here and then flown back with Nancy before the move. 

“Ah, Jesus,” Steve sighs as he takes a look at the staircase the two of them will be maneuvering furniture up. 

One of the advantages of living close to the school though, is that students are always around, either passing through or lodging somewhere nearby. Luckily, two guys from your and Nancy’s English class last semester come out of the apartment building next to yours. 

“Whoa, need some help?” One of the guys, Jerry, asks when he sees the U-haul stuffed to the brim with furniture and boxes. 

“Boys?” Nancy asks, turning to face your boyfriends. “Will your pride allow you to let others help?”

“Shit, my pride got knocked out of me the second time I dropped my dresser on my foot,” Eddie says. He turns to Jerry and offers his hand. “We’d appreciate that, man.”

With the help of Jerry and his friend Rich, all of the furniture and belongings are moved into apartment 286 within a few hours. The two good Samaritans wouldn’t accept pizza and beer as a thank you, just insisted helping was no trouble and it counted as their workout for the day. 

Between the loading of the vehicles, the long drive, then the unloading of the vehicles, the four of you are thoroughly exhausted. All of the furniture is still in pieces and none of you care beyond making sure each bedroom has the right mattress in it for your inevitable crashes tonight. 

“Thank God the bedrooms are on opposite sides of the apartment,” Eddie says to you as you walk out from your shared bedroom. 

“I said the same thing to Nance not ten minutes ago,” Steve says. He sets down a box labeled “Living Room” in big black letters. “I don’t wanna hear a damn thing that’s gonna go on in that room of yours.”

“Glad we could finally agree on something,” Eddie says as he slings an arm over your shoulders.

“That’s fine,” Nancy says as she comes out of her and Steve’s room. “But you know we will talk about what goes on in there to each other, right? Girl code and all.”

“Girl code consists of telling each other what goes on in the bedroom?” Steve asks, eyebrows so high they’re practically hidden in his hair. 

“Not everything,” you say to placate the men. Even though, obviously, you and Nancy do discuss just about everything that goes on in there with each other. What else are you supposed to talk about when getting coffee together?

“Okay, I’m starving,” Eddie says, resting his free hand on his stomach. “Please tell me we have a goddamn phone book so I can order some food.”

Pizza is ordered and delivered, and since none of you had brought a couch to your new home, the four of you sit on the floor in the middle of what will become your living room as you eat it. Steve pours a cup of Pepsi for everyone, and you all raise your red solo cups. 

“What should we toast to?” you ask. 

“A smooth semester,” Nancy says.

“To Munson and I finding good jobs here,” Steve adds. 

“And to the many adventures we’re gonna have and how they’ll make everyone back in Hawkins completely jealous,” Eddie says. 

“Let’s try and keep them in this dimension, yeah?” you say.

“Deal,” Eddie replies.

“To our new beginnings!” you say as you lift your cup. 

The four of you tap your cups together, being careful not to be too hard lest you spill some. 

It’s an early night, considering how exhausted you all are. That’s why when you come out of the bathroom, yawning and rubbing your tired eyes, the last thing you expected to see when you walked into your room was Eddie plugging in a strand of multicolored Christmas lights. The strings of lights are draped over piles of boxes, Eddie’s dresser, your bedside table, and a bookshelf you’d brought. 

The lamp connected to the fan on the ceiling is still on, so it’s hard to really see the glow emanating from the little bulbs.

“What’s all this?” you ask, tapping your fingernail against one of the small red lights. 

“Well,” Eddie says as he stands up from his crouched position, “I remember you told me at Christmas you would hang lights in your room and watch them blink and shine as you fell asleep. And, I mean, I know it’s not Christmas time, but I figured these lights might make you happy anyway.”

Your face feels stuck between a grin and a cry as you walk over to your boyfriend. His cheeks are warm as you cup them in your hands and press a kiss to his lips.

“I love them. I love you,” you say softly. “They do make me happy. But you make me the happiest.” You take another look around the room, watching the different colors do their best to be seen in the brightly lit room. “These lights kind of follow us, huh?”

Eddie chuckles and nods his head. “Pretty sure we have custody of them by this point.”

“Maybe tomorrow we can hang them up? Like they were in the van?” you ask. “I mean, who needs crown molding when you have Christmas lights?”

Eddie chuckles and runs his hands up and down your arms.

“God, I can’t believe this is our room. That I get to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up to you each morning.”

“And some fun stuff in between.” You smirk and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Think we should christen the room?” Eddie asks.

Instead of answering, you get down on the mattress that’s on the floor while the bed frame is still dismantled. You pull your pajama shirt up over your head and toss it behind you.

“Pants off, Munson.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” 

Eddie practically hops out of his pants and throws them in a corner. He yanks the longer chain attached to the ceiling fan and the main light goes dark. Dozens of pretty lights twinkle and dance as you take in the strands around the room. The only word you can come up with to describe how it looks is magical. 

There’s a dip on the bed next to you and you look over to see Eddie stripping himself of his shirt as he sits down. He lays back against his pillows and opens his arms for you.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie says. “Let’s fool around on our bed.”

Three Months Later

The apartment is fuller than you’ve ever seen it. You’re in the kitchen, checking on the green bean casserole that you made. Your friends and boyfriend unanimously decided you should be in charge of the side dishes for Thanksgiving because you’re the best cook. Nancy has been making cookies for the last few days with Holly, who flew in for the holiday. That left Eddie and Steve in charge of the turkey. You’re not sure how that’ll go, and if you made a few too many side dishes in case the bird ends up inedible, so what?

“Oh, sweetie?”

You turn around from washing off your hands in the kitchen sink to see Steve’s mom standing before you with the pumpkin and apple pies she brought. 

“Can I help you, Mrs. Harrington?” you ask.

When she smiles you immediately know where Steve acquired that feature. Similarly, Mr. Harrington, who is out in the living room talking with Wayne, has the same eyes and nose as his son. They share the same confidence too, even if Mr. Harrington’s sometimes borders on cocky.

“Did you want the pies in the fridge?” Mrs. Harrington asks.

“Oh! Yes, please.” You open the refrigerator door and carefully take the desserts from her and lay them near the carton of milk. “I’ll put those in the oven after everyone is done with dinner.”

Mrs. Harrington takes one of your hands in hers and gives it a soft squeeze.

“Take a deep breath, dear. I know it can seem overwhelming, but you’re doing great. Everything smells delicious. If you need any help, you let me know, okay?”

“I will,” you agree. “Thank you.”

She gives you one last kind smile before walking back out to the living room. 

Somehow, you feel calmer after just those few words from Mrs. Harrington. You’ve never even met her before today, but her nurturing presence was comforting. It’s a melancholy feeling because you’ll never have that with your own mother. As much as you’ve accepted that, it still finds a way to sting every now and again. 

A ding on the oven lets you know that the biscuits are done. Once you’ve gotten them out of the oven and given the stuffing a few stirs, you see someone come into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye.

“There’s my favorite cook.”

You giggle and step forward to hug Wayne. You’d hugged him when he arrived earlier, but you’re stealing another one now anyway. 

“And look at that!” Wayne says. “Wearing the apron I got you for Christmas last year.”

“Oh, I wear this every time I cook,” you tell him proudly, looking down at the turquoise material tied around your waist. There are a few stains here and there despite your best efforts to keep it pristine. 

Eddie pops into the kitchen claps a hand against Wayne’s back before coming to stand next to you.

“Need any help, babe?” he asks. 

“Actually, I think dinner is just about ready. Help me set the table?”

“No way,” Wayne says with a shake of his head. “You worked hard cooking all this for us, Eddie and I will get everything out on the table.”

The dishes exit the kitchen one by one, to be laid out on the dining room table and Eddie’s old desk that have been pushed together and covered with a burnt sunset tablecloth. The chairs are mismatched as well, but you all had to work with what you’ve got. 

Once it seems like everything has been situated, you take a deep breath. It’s out of your hands now. All you can do is hope people enjoy the food you made. 

Everyone is gathering around the table, sitting down in front of lovely place settings that Nancy worked very hard on. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington take two seats at the far end of the table. Steve sits down next to his father at the head of the table, with Nancy on his other side. Holly giggles about something Steve said as she slides in the chair next to her big sister. 

Wayne slips past you and takes a seat next to Mrs. Harrington. The second head of the table, opposite Steve, is free and you give a little bow and motion for Eddie to take it. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

The two empty place settings on either side of Eddie seem to stare at you. The extra chairs mock you as you look over the people sitting at the table in your home. Steve and his parents, Nancy and her little sister, Eddie with his uncle. Family. Not just the individual ones, but as a collective group. The four of you who live in this apartment have brought the people in their lives into all of your lives. It’s an extension of a family that keeps going on and on. 

“Ah,” Eddie says as he hops up from his seat. “Forgot the wine that Wayne brought.” He gives your lips a quick peck before walking into the kitchen. You can’t help but smile as you watch him. This is where you belong. Eddie is your family and your home. 

The quiet knocking pulls you out of your latest Eddie-zone-out. It sounds again and you realize someone is knocking on the front door.

“I’ve got it,” you say as Steve starts to stand. 

The cold doorknob bites your hand as you twist it to reveal who’s standing there. At first your eyes are too high, catching on a familiar face but not quite the one that fills you with glee. When you look down, there she is. Large, inquisitive eyes, wide smile, and two pigtail braids to top off her lovely purple dress. 

They’re here. You’d extended the invitation to your sister months ago, but never heard back. That wasn’t unusual of your sister, but it did complicate your planning. Nancy insisted that you have the extra place settings and chairs for them just in case. Though you truly believed it would all be in vain, you agreed. 

Tears collect along your waterline, and you know it won’t be long before they’re leaking down your face. 

“I am so happy you’re here. Look at how tall you got!” You lean down and Chloe instantly jumps into your arms. The hug you give her is as tight as it can possibly be without hurting her. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you, too!” Chloe says as she pulls away and you stand up. 

More surprising than opening your front door and seeing your sister and niece, your sister leans in and pulls you into a hug.

“It’s really nice to see you,” she says.

As stunned as you are, you manage to hug her back. It’s a warm and comforting hug—something you never thought you’d get from her again. 

“It’s nice to see you too, Melanie.” You find yourself actually meaning those words. This is certainly no indication that things will become more stable between the two of you, but at least it’s a nice gesture on a holiday.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” you tell both of them, but give Chloe a wink. “Eddie? Babe?”

He steps out of the kitchen, wine bottle in hand, and his head swivels as he searches for you. You see his eyes take in you, then the woman and little girl who look very similar to you. A grin lights up his face and you just know how happy he is for you. He sets the wine bottle down on the table and walks over to you. The closer he gets, the shyer Chloe becomes. Though she’s too big for it now, she tries to hide herself behind your legs. 

“Eddie, this is my sister Melanie and my niece Chloe,” you say. 

Your boyfriend squats so he can be on more of an even level with the girl. He offers a hand to her.

“It’s nice to meet my girlfriend’s favorite person,” he says. 

Chloe still looks a little unsure, but she comes out from behind your legs just enough to shake his hand. 

“I think that’s you,” she tells Eddie softly.

“Why’s that?” Eddie tilts his head in curiosity. 

“Because she’s never smiled like that when she’s looked at me before.” Chloe looks up at you, now a speechless mess, and then lowers her head to look at Eddie again. “When you came outta the kitchen. It was a big, big smile. I never seen her smile that big before.”

Heat rises to your face as your niece calls out your terminal case of lovesickness. Eddie doesn’t seem to know what to say either as he stands back up and takes your hand in his. 

“Let’s, um. Let’s all sit down before the food gets cold,” you suggest. In your frazzled state, you forgot you didn’t exactly introduce your sister and boyfriend properly. You quickly remedy the situation and let them shake hands and have a polite greeting while you bring Chloe to the other side of the table where you’re sitting. 

“Here we go,” you say as you help her into her chair. “This is Holly. She’s my friend Nancy’s little sister. That’s Nancy there, that’s Steve, those are Steve’s mom and dad, and this is Eddie’s Uncle Wayne.”

Chloe is seated directly across from Wayne and gives him a shy smile. 

“Hi, darlin’,” Wayne greets. “Are you happy to see your aunt?”

“Yes!” Her face lights up and it absolutely melts your heart. 

Eddie and Melanie come over and join you at the table; Eddie next to you at the head of the table, and Melanie directly across from you. A special sort of warmth you’ve never felt before overtakes your body. It's comforting, like wrapping yourself in the fluffiest blanket on a cold day. The source of this feeling smacks you in the face. You’re sitting between your two favorite people in the world. A part of you never thought this would actually happen, but here it is. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. 

Steve rises at the opposite end of the table, his wine glass in hand. It looks like someone poured it in Eddie’s absence. All heads turn to Steve, some unfamiliar faces staring back at him, and a lot of familiar ones. It doesn’t make a difference though. Steve is addressing everyone at the table. 

“We’re grateful that each of us has some family with us today. The world is crazy, and you never know when things are going to go upside down.”

You, Eddie, and Nancy share a look, smirks on each of your faces at Steve’s hidden joke that only you three would get. 

“So, here’s to family, friends, and the moments that bring us together.”

“Cheers!”

Everyone clinks their glasses together, reminiscent of the four of you knocking your red solo cups of Pepsi against each other. The difference between then and now is purely the nicer dinnerware and fuller apartment. The sentiment is still the same. A celebration of what you’ve accomplished so far and excitement for the adventures that lie ahead. 

Under the table, Eddie laces his fingers with yours. Your mind wanders back to last Thanksgiving. The first time you and Eddie held hands. The first time you kissed. The first time you met. Back then, you never could have imagined what was beginning to blossom. The surprise of it sneaking up on you is half the fun. 

Now you’re here, exactly where you belong. The people around this table own pieces of your heart, with Eddie holding the largest shard. This is what family is. This is home.

Eddie lifts your hands from under the table and presses a kiss to your knuckles. The soft chink of your charm bracelet the only sound penetrating the bubble that you and Eddie are in. Your newest charm, the little silver turkey you received this morning, stares up at you from where it rests on your wrist. 

Soft lips on the back of your hand have your eyes rising to meet Eddie’s again. He leans in and steals a soft, tender kiss. A small giggle from behind you lets you know that you’re being spied on. But you couldn’t care less who watches you kiss your boyfriend. 

“Happy Thanksgiving!” someone calls, you’re not sure who. 

Eddie just smiles and gives your hand a squeeze.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Eddie.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can u do a oneshot of Mirage x Reader?

The autobots and his SO is on a mission, taking place in the middle of the ocean. His s/o insisted to hop on their ship, (i guess cargo ship?) Because she's thalasophobic(fear of the sea). (A little backstory of her trauma: she went to the beach with her parents, she went snorkling then a decepticon like shark attacked someone bruttaly in the water, she watched everything bare eyes. Then she was almost the next victim, she was still 8yo btw).

She was being inconvenient on board, and acted strange when she gets near water. Mirage asked her why. She didnt tell him and said that everything was fine. Chaos began to happen on the ship, the ship was wrecked by that decepticon she had encountered before. Brings back her trauma and frozes her. The ship then fliped and her biggest nightmare happen. Diving in. She almost became a victim of the Con, but luckily Mirage saved her just on time. When they retreat back to base, his s/o still looked pale and frozen in a shocked face. Then Mirage comforts her, she told him what happened, how she got her trauma. Mirage asure her that she'll be fine and that he'll keep her safe

I just hv a lot goin on in my mind but i cant write it down :<

So it's not exactly the prompt, at least the ending isn't. But here it is. Endings are hard. Anyway, thanks for the request.

Mirage x human reader.

Warnings: Fear of water/sea, ptsd, trauma, panic, panicking in water, mention of gore.

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A ship, why did it have to be a ship? Why couldn't they have flown? Better yet, why did you tag along?

Because you wanted to stay with Mirage, that's why. He's usually pretty busy, so you try to spend as much time with him as you can. He and the other bots had a mission that would take them away for weeks. You asked him to stay but knew he couldn't. So you joined him.

Now you were on a ship in the middle of the ocean. The worst place in the world.

You tried not to look at the water. Spending most of your time either hiding inside or burying your face into Mirage's armor. Anything to try and keep your mind off the ocean.

"Come on, why don't you take a look?" Mirage asked.

"No."

"It's just water. It's actually quite pretty."

"No!" You snapped.

"Babe, what is wrong? You asked to come along, but you just keep freaking out. What's going on?"Mirage asked, he was worried about you. But his tone sounded a little frustrated.

You didn't want to talk about it. You knew you probably should, but it was too haunting to discuss.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine. I think I'll just head inside."

You had been hugging Mirage's leg. Eyes shut tight. You let go and opened your eyes but kept them looking at the floor as you walked. The bots were too big to be inside, so they stayed outside on deck. You didn't like having to be on deck, but you had to if you wanted to see Mirage.

You tried to scurry away, ignoring Mirage as he called your name. You could hear the splashing of the waves, it was making your anxiety flare, making you want to rush inside.

Suddenly the ship lurched to the side. With no time to react you fell to the floor. Your hands and knees stinging from the impact.

Everyone around you began to panic, rushing around to try and find out what happened. Just as you tried to stand the ship lurched again, tilting slightly. Your heart pounded in your chest, panic rushing over you. You turned to face Mirage. He called out your name and reached an arm out towards you.

You took a step forward, wanting to race to the safety of Mirage's arms. Within a split second, the ship tilted, continuing over until being fully capsized. During the flip, your body fell. You felt weightless as you fell from the ship, your body quickly coming into contact with the sea below, harshly slamming into the cold water.

You thrashed around, panicked, trying desperatly to swim to the surface. Your clothes felt heavy, keeping you from swimming up. Your lungs stung from the lack of oxygen.

Then you saw it. Although the sea was dark, you could instantly recognize it. The large shape, the bright red eyes. You know now it was probably a Decepticon. But to you it's the nightmare from many years ago. The monster that keeps you from going near the sea.

It began to swim towards you. You screamed, the last of your oxygen escaping, the bubbles obscuring your vision.

This was it. It was your turn, it was coming straight for you. It was going to get you.

A large hand clasped around you, raising you, carrying you out of the deep waters. You coughed and gasped as you were brought to the surface, happy to breathe again.

"You alright baby? Just breathe ok!" Mirage's voice was a heavenly sound. You clutched at him, terrified if you let go you'd go back in the water. "It's ok, I gotcha."

Mirage hugged you to his chest. You could hear guns and blasting, but it sounded muffled. Your mind was on the beast below you and your near death escape.

"I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." You cried.

"It's alright, you're ok."

"It came for me. It came back for me!"

"What did?"

"The monster. It came back for me!" You cried harder. Trying to bury yourself into Mirage's chest. He wrapped his servos around you tigtly.

"Hey, hey, you're ok. No one's come for you. Just breathe and try to relax."

Mirage held you tightly as you cried. Eventually the gunfire stopped. Some voices yelled out orders, but you weren't listening to what they said. Then everything fell silent. You took time to get your tears out. After a few minutes, you began to calm down. You opened your eyes and pulled back from Mirage.

You were still out at sea. Mirage and the others were sitting on the overturned ship. You briefly looked at the water, quickly turning away, your body beginning to shake with fear. Mirage used a digit to lift your face to look at him. He was looking down at you, worry clear on his face.

You decided you had to tell him.

You took your time telling him your history and the horrific events many years ago. While trying to hold back tears you told him how you saw the large metal shark tear someone apart in front of you, and how you had never stepped foot in the ocean since.

"I just wanted to be with you. But it almost got me." You croaked.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But I saved you, and I promise no matter what comes our way I will always keep you safe. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. Besides sharky got shot to pieces. He ain't gonna be bothering anyone anymore. You could say he's 'sleeping with the fishes now'." Mirage laughed trying to do a fake mobster's accent. You giggled. No matter the situation he was always able to make you smile.

"Thank you Mirage. I know I am safe with you."

"Course you are baby. I'll protect you on land, sea, and air."

You stood on your tip toes to place a kiss on Mirage's lips. He gently stroked your back as you did.

"We need to flip the boat so we can go home. But I won't let you go, do you trust me?" Mirage asked.

"Yes." You nodded shakily. You trusted him, but you still felt uneasy.

Mirage held you tightly. You closed your eyes and stuck your head into his neck. At one point you felt water on your legs. You squeezed tighter onto Mirage. Mirage kept his servo on you the entire time, his presence making you feel better.

Soon the ship was right side up. Mirage sat back down on the deck, keeping you on his lap.

"You don't have to look baby. I'm going to take you home right now. I'll get you back to dry land, then never take you to the sea ever again. I promise." Mirage stated.

"Thank you Mirage." You whispered. Mirage stroked your back as the ship began to move.

Knowing the metal shark was dead was a relief and made you feel a lot better. The thought of the ocean still terrified you. You didn't know if there were any more or any other dangerous things in it. And you didn't want to find out. But having Mirage by your side made it easier. His presence was reassuring and you knew that he would keep you safe. Although, you also hoped he would keep his promise and keep you far away from the sea.

And maybe the next time he had to go on a mission that revolved around water, you would just stay home.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Hii!! Hopping on the request train for Eddie munson x ftm!reader, do u think u could do a smut fic with a dom!eddie?? Like either a hot messy lead up or some action? I love ur writing so honestly just have fun with it ^^ thankkk uuuu :))

Hi, thanks for this request. I hope I did you justice!

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

Eddie Munson x Trans!Male Reader

CW: Smut/Smut Adjacent (18+ only please);

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It's one thing to say that you'd been asking for it--because it's not wholly true. You haven't physically put the words together. But Eddie sees it all happening.

The way you sulk just a little in the corner of Jeff's garage. The way you respond to Eddie, but it is clipped and just enough words to get the point across. Eddie's not sure what you're looking for--comfort, release. He's think for a moment something might've happened earlier in the day or week. But you hadn't mentioned anything prior today.

You were slightly the type to old things tight lipped until Eddie made you confess. He definitely had his own way of getting the truth out of you. Sometimes a simple puppy dog eye look would work. Sometime he really had to work it out of you, bringing over the edge of your own orgasm again and again and again until tears slipped down your cheeks, body shaking beneath his tongue and fingers.

Eddie slings his guitar to the back. He walks--eyes searching your body. You looked fine, maybe slightly tired but not overly so that your eyes drooped. Eddie and you had eaten before practice. It wasn't anything fancy. But it was something.

"You okay?" Eddie asks.

He watches, your eyes slowly move up his frame. "I'm okay."

It's the most level you've sounded today. Maybe it's an improvement. "Eat enough?"

"Lunch was good," you answer.

"I'm glad it was good. But was it enough?" Eddie presses on.

"It was enough," you supply.

Eddie hums, eyes narrowing. Gareth's sticks click--they'll be resuming practice again soon. They only have another 30 minutes left for Jeff's parents return and want their house noise free. But Eddie only watches. You settle back where you'd been and just as you sit, your leg shakes.

There it is. Eddie grins. "We won't be much longer, sweetheart. Can you be good? Just thirty more minutes."

Your lips purse and you look everywhere but Eddie. You nod. "Yeah, yeah I can."

"What was that?" Eddie leans in, ear pressed in your direction.

"Yes, I can be good, sir."

Eddie takes another step forward, cupping your left cheek before pressing a kiss to the right one. "That's what I wanted to hear."

The rest of practice flies by. It's easy to pump out the two songs--they're covers and really just for fun. But it's nice to take the moment to let their hair down--figuratively--and let the music take over. It leaves a thrum in Eddie's veins. He takes you gently, fingers threading through yours.

There hasn't been a quip out of you, but Eddie knows the buzz that crawls under your skin. He's learned all too well the way that you can withdraw when you don't want to impose. It may be a polite demeanor but like everyone need consumes. It refuses to anything in the wake of its fire.

The trailer is empty and a relief falls to the pit of Eddie's stomach. "Want water?"

It's a game. If Eddie pushes the limits of your patience, you will push back. Ss much as Eddie likes being able to provide comfort to you, be able to anticipate your needs and provide the assistance to help you with those needs, he likes it when there's a clear directive from you. When you have a moment of spark to light the match, Eddie loves the way your touch sears his skin.

He loves too to watch you writhe beneath him. He loves to make you cry out. But when you push him to push you it proves all the more just ow well teh two of fit together like puzzle pieces. So Eddie continus on. "We've got grape juice too. Soda."

"You," you state.

"What about me?" Eddie questions. He tries to keep his tone level, ct as if he's not aware of what he's doing. He toes out of his shoes.

"You,"you emphasize.

"I'm sorry, my dear. But I'm not a mind reader. What about me?"

Eddie can see it, the way the words keep dancing on your tongue but your mouth doesn't fully come together to form them. This happens. When everything in you is focused on just one thing, just release. But he still needs the verbal consent. Still needs to know that what he is seeing and reading accurate.

"Want you," you push out from your teeth.

"Hurts, right?" Eddie asks, taking steps to close the distance between the two of you. "When you just want something so desperately, but you can't articulate it or can't get it out. It hurts, doesn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Eddie takes your chin into between his thumb and rest of his fingers. "But it helps, right, sweet boy. It helps when someone else gets it. Can pick up on what you want."

Your nod is eager. "Yes."

Eddie cooes, stroking his thumb over your chin. "Yeah, it helps doesn't it?" He leans in, pressing in close until his lips seal around yours.

Your exhale becomes Eddie's favorite sound. He swallows it down into his chest, and prays to all the gods in existence he can hold that sound there. It vibrates against his ribs and he loves it. He loves how you cling to him, kissing back into his mouth. There's the taste of what you had for lunch earlier and the soda you had dancing around the taste of Eddie's earlier cigarette.

You curl your fingers into the cotton of Eddie's t-shirt, but you don't pull him in any closer. Eddie's hand moves from your cheek to cupping the back of your head. He doesn't move to pull you in closer. The two of you are touching but not consuming. You want a taste, a nibble, but not the full course meal. It feels like cheating to hold something so close and to taste it, but not let it take over. It's like having dessert before the full course meal.

The thing about this--the hovering, the kisses and touches that don't take--is that there will be a break. Someone's control will snap first. Someone will becomes so desperate first and when that happens, the flood gates have been opened beyond repair. There's nothing to do but let everything rush out until there's only dribbles left.

You cave first. It's not surprising. Eddie could feel it happening, the tightening in your jaw before you broke the kiss first and tugged his body into his. Eddie's never been insecure about his masculinity. In fact, some of his own personal beliefs--shown by his immense desire to not cut his hair--helped you define what masculinity means for you. But there are moments, like right now where even your own desire and dominance makes Eddie a little weak in the knees.

He likes when you manhandle him too because it reminds him he still something and someone you desire. You whine over his face when you break the kiss and Eddie doesn't give into the exposure of your neck to him. He inhales the cologne you dabbed on this morning, but kiss like he knows you want him too.

"Touch me," you beg into his ear. "I'm literally going to explode if you don't."

Eddie laughs. "No, no, don't explode. Well, unless it's on my tongue and fingers. Then you can."

You shake her head. "Won't be enough," you whine.

"No, my tongue and fingers won't be enough? Baby boy, what would be? What would be enough?" Eddie swallows down his own pang of fear. Is this you saying he's not enough?

"Want all of you," you beg. "Cock, god, I need it."

The fear dissipates a little. "Oh, I can do that." His words come out with a slight tremble, but when you kiss him again, fervent and hot, the fear disappears fully.

The two of you carry yourself from the living room into the bedroom. Eddie leads the way. But the entire time, he holds your face close. "Does this mean I get a taste though, right? If I don't get a chance to taste you and jerk you off too, then I think it's pointless. You get to be stuffed full the least I can get is the taste of you."

You snort, even when you're far gone Eddie's incessant rambling always manages to break through the haze of desire just enough to make you laugh. "I like you better when your mouth is full and working. Your much less ridiculous," you whisper back. It's not that Eddie is less quiet. Not even the removal of his vocal cords could make him quiet, but he's less of a rambling fool.

"Then let's get you out of this delicious looking pants and let me get my mouth to work then, huh?"

"Thank God," you whine.

[misojunnie]

hey! can i please req a jo as your boyfriend? thank you!!!!

죠 - jo as your bf!

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such a tsundere… it took forever for him to admit that he actually liked you

^ you had to ask him out

gets super shy whenever you try to kiss him

holds your hand 24/7 :(

he will hold your hand anywhere you go, loving the way your skin feels on his, how little your hand is compared to his (if you have smaller hands)

leaves sweet voicemails whenever he hasn't seen you in a while

the type to rest his forehead against yours

he has to stoop down from his enormous height but he gladly will

gives you a piggy back ride any time you get tired

he'll literally bother you about it too. like he will not allow you to be tired or uncomfortable.

"do your feet hurt? here, hop on." "...we've been walking for ten minutes, jo."

hates nicknames/pet names but only bc they make him flustered

he will deny deny deny his love for you

but when he thinks your sleeping or not paying attention, you can hear his muttered whispers of "i love you" and various confessions

it's very cute so you never tell him you can actually hear him

very easy to tease.

loves to teach you how to play basketball

even if you suck he thinks it's so cute anyways

draws you when he thinks you don't notice. he'll shyly hand it to you later and mumble "it's not that good", grinning proudly when you plant a big kiss on his cheek

checks for your validation after doing literally anything

he’ll cut an apple and be like 🥺 did u see that?

if you have a pet or a little sibling, prepare. his father instincts will kick in and he will just adore it

(it gives you literal baby fever)

will bring you chocolates and flowers at work after a fight

^ it surprises you because he's not usually extravagant, but he really wants you to see how sorry he is

you love stealing his hoodies

he pretends to hate it but he secretly loves it too

similar to ej, he doesn't get jealous, he just gets sad

watch out, cause his silent treatment is DEADLY. he does not give up easily, he'll ignore you for days

but he'll spoil you afterwards to make up for it

"...are you still not talking to me?" "don't be ridiculous. I brought takeout."

a/n: he is so cute </3 sorry this request took forever, but it was so fun to write! much more &team content to look forward to in the future... also guys lmk if you would read a full length &team fic! kisses!

[cielcreations]

A Demon's Claim (Part 1) - Team SITZ

Inspiration from Sirianna123 on AO3 and their story Demon AU - Electric Boogaloo.

Also, also, shipping obviously.

"Impy, Impy, Impy!" The succubus ran over, smiling as he hopped into the other's arms, "Impppppy~ They're holding another human auction~!"

The demon prince sighed, "Zedaph... You know I don't like those..."

"I know, but Tango and I just wanna check it out!" Zedaph smiled, "We don't have to buy any humans or anything like that, but can we please just check it out?"

"...Promise to just check it out?"

"Mhmm! Tango and I won't ask you to spend money, but pleeeeease? Just wanna go!"

Impulse hummed, "Fine..."

Zedaph cheered.

***

Tango and Zedaph hugged Impulse's arms tightly, thanking him over and over for letting them do this. The prince just smiled, kissing their foreheads. Human auctions were only held for rich demons and demon royalty, simply because humans were valuable but also very hard to catch with how much more careful they have become.

However, Impulse, the Prince of the Imps, the Prince of the First Ring, did not like these auctions. He wasn't a fan of humans, he didn't like them, he didn't understand what got his husbands so worked up about humans. However, he would do anything for his lovely husbands.

They got to the auction and were led to their seating. They waited for it to begin, Tango and Zed talking happily amongst themselves. After a few minutes, the light dimmed and the auctioneer walked out, welcoming everyone and explaining how the bids worked.

The first couple humans were okay. Nothing too special or to write home about, just basic looks. Some were nervous, some were confident, some were feisty.

Eventually, however, a beautiful avian walked onto the stage. Like all of the humans, he had chains on his wrists and ankles, his wings tied back in rope. His eyes were a vibrant blue, hair a dirty blonde. He wore a dirty and torn white tshirt that fell to his knees.

"Pretty..." Zed cooed, leaning forward.

"Mhmmm!" Tango nodded in agreement.

Impulse stared.

"We'll start the bid at $100,000!" 

Impulse studied the avian. His blue eyes were staring down at the floor, his hands were shaking. He looked nervous, blushing a bit as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

"750! We got 750 over here, 750 going once-"

"One million." Impulse called, raising his hand.

The room went quiet as Tango and Zed looked at the prince. The avian looked up at Impulse, blushed, and looked down again.

"ONE MILLION!" The auctioneer exclaimed, "One million, do we got a 1.1 mil?"

Impulse glared at the auctioneer, yellow eyes glowing.

The auctioneer seemed to gulp, "One million going once, going twice, SOLD!" He said far quicker than before.

The rope around the avian's wings was cut and the cuffs were removed. The man walked over to Impulse, the prince pulling the avian into his lap.

The avian blushed, "A-Ah... H-Hi...?"

Impulse looked over him, eyes glowing yellow, "Are you tired?"

The man blinked before he nodded, eyes half lidded, "A-A bit..."

"You look exhausted. Go ahead and sleep, okay?"

The avian nodded. Impulse pulled him into his chest, petting him until he fell asleep.

***

The dirty blonde's eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked, looking around, wings fluttering a bit. He was in a large bed with black sheets, the room dimly lit. The avian yawned, I didn't think I was tired. But when our eyes met... He rubbed his eyes, wings fluffing up and stretching.

"Ah, you're awake!"

The man turned and gasped, seeing one of the three demons who jumped onto the bed, right next to him, "U-Um, hi-"

"Hello! My name is Zedaph, but you can call me Zed! I'm a succubus! You're sooooooo cute and pretty! I can't believe it!" He smiled brightly, "What's your name?! How are your wings so pretty?! How do you take care of them?! Can we help with them?!"

"U-Um-"

"OH! I almost forgot! So, Impy is my husband and so is Tango, but Impy is the prince of the first ring and that's how we were able to be there to see you and-"

"Zed, calm down!" The succubus gasped as another person hugged him from behind, "You were also told to wait so we didn't overwhelm the cutie!"

"Awww, but he's so cute! I couldn't stop!"

"You both just can't listen, can you?"

The three looked at the brunette demon, walking over and sitting on the other side of the avian. He gently took his chin in his hand, tilting his head up, "What's your name?"

"S-Solidarity..." The dirty blonde blushed.

The brunette nodded, "My name is Impulse. You met Zed because he has no control. And the one holding him is Tango, a flame demon. How are you feeling? Hungry? Cold? Too hot?"

"U-Um, I-I'm okay." Solidarity blushed darkly, confused.

"Are you sure? We can get you food."

Before he could answer, his stomach growled and he blushed darkly.

"I'll get you food." Impulse teased, chuckling a bit.

Tango moved to take Impulse's place as the prince left. The two demons just stared at Solidarity, happily talking with him. The dirty blonde just blushed, staring at the two as they smiled, called him cute and pretty, and then telling him how happy and excited they were for him to be here. Impulse got back and offered him the food, Solidarity beginning to eat.

"How are you feeling?" Impulse asked after the dirty blonde finished eating.

"U-Um, fine?" Solidarity said, "A-A bit confused, to be honest."

"Confused? Why?" Tango asked.

"W-Well, I'm just..." He blushed, "W-What do you plan t-to do to me?"

"Nothing much!" Zed reassured, "I mean, we want you to marry us!"

"HUH?!" "ZED!"

"Whaaaaat?! It's truuuuuue!" The succubus exclaimed.

The flame demon looked at Solidarity, "Sorry about him, he has no impulse control." He smiled softly, "We want you to be comfortable and feel safe."

"We do want you to marry us, but only after you have fallen in love with us naturally." Impulse reassured, "Do not feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. You are not a prisoner, a maid, or anything along those lines. As far as anyone else knows, you are my fiancé and will be treated with respect."

Solidarity blushed, "B-But... why me?"

Impulse, Zed, and Tango looked at each other, then looked back at Solidarity.

"Do we need a reason? We thought you were pretty and didn't want the other demons to have you." Impulse chuckled, "However, I do need to do something."

"W-What is it?"

"I need to put a claim on you. It's just so other demons will back off and won't hurt you."

Solidarity blinked, "That's it?"

"Well..." Impulse bit his bottom lip, "It's going to hurt. I need to bite into your neck and you'll probably pass out from the pain."

The dirty blonde squeaked.

"O-Or, if you'd like-" Zed quickly interrupted, "-o-one of us can always be by your side for now, until you're ready!"

Tango nodded, "We don't want to make you scared or uncomfortable, so if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

Solidarity hesitated, "C-Can... Can I think about it?"

"Of course." Impulse kissed his forehead, "Take your time."

[hamstergiukie]

Wild J.HR

Repost from my old account

synopsis: while walking in the woods you meet a wild fox hybrid on the run from some trappers, what will happen if you take him in?

characters: fox hybrid!Harin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, hybrid au

warnings: none that i know of? please let me know if there are any!

song rec: misfit by NCT U, so am i (feat. NCT 127) by Ava Max

notes: i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m seriously considering writing a series for each member of onewe’s hybrid au. that’s right!! the other three members are on the way:’) please look forward to them.

the canopy of trees above you protected you from the sun’s burning rays. inside the forest you found yourself wandering aimlessly, listening to the sounds of nature. you needed to clear your head, the best place you could think of to do that was this forest. little did you know, this forest has secrets of its own.

you were new to the area, having just moved to this town. you had no family or friends, and found yourself often wondering why you moved here in the first place. as you walked through the forest you thought about your options, things couldn’t go back to the way they were but you were by yourself with no ideas on how to make friends here.

you stepped into a clearing, a stream ran along one side and flowers grew all around. you sat among the flowers to think. not long after a fox shot out from the trees, it stopped to look around and then dashed towards you. it jumped into your bag, startling you. a second later a group of men came crashing out of the forest, they stared at you before one spoke “hello there,” he spoke congenially but with a strained smile, “have you happened to see a fox hybrid around here? we’ve lost him.” you picked your bag up, holding it closer to you. “no, i haven’t seen a fox hybrid here.” you were confident in your answer, but the men raised their eyebrows. the same man that spoke before talked again “alright, well if you see him let us know. he’s worth quite a lot to us.” the men smiled darkly.

after they left, you nearly ran to the edge of the forest. the fox in your bag struggled to free himself, “would you calm down? i’m moving you somewhere safer, where they can’t find you. i’ll let you out in a second.” he yipped quietly before settling down. once you had gotten to the forest’s edge you let the hybrid out of your bag, he hopped gracefully onto the ground and transformed into a tall man.

he had long, curly brown hair and sharp eyes. his voice was bubbly and happy when he spoke “thank you for helping me, they would’ve caught me if you hadn’t been there,” he sighed “then they would turn me into someone’s scarf or something.” he scowled. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could help you.” you were kind of stunned by how pretty he was, and when he smiled you nearly passed out. “my name is Harin! what’s your name?” he asked excitedly, “i’m y/n, nice to meet you Harin. i should be going now though, i don’t want to draw attention to you.” he frowned, stepping closer to you. “but… i don’t want you to go! it’s lonely here in the forest, i’m the only hybrid and there’s no one to talk to,” he pouted, before a mischievous smile appeared on his face, “i could go with you! that way you can keep me safe and i can keep you company!” he nodded to himself.

that is how you ended up with a fox hybrid running around your house, Harin is sometimes a handful but you still love him. he became your best friend, your partner and your safe place. the only thing is, is that he’s a wild hybrid. sometimes you come home from work and he got a little too into his playtime, pillows were torn up and their feathers were scattered all over your apartment.

and still you loved him, he loved you just as much. you keep him safe, you protect him and feed him. he never has to worry about when his next meal will be with you by his side. Harin stayed inside most of the time, you had seen the trappers around town still looking for Harin. he was a rare hybrid, and worth a lot for his fur, you had both decided he would be safer staying inside. although occasionally you would take him to the forest to play and run free.

even if he disappeared in the forest for awhile, he would always come back to you. sometimes he wouldn’t come back for hours and every time you would have a panic attack, thinking maybe he had been caught. but he would come back eventually, tired out from running through the forest all day. on those days he would curl up in your bag on the way home, sleeping peacefully until you placed him on his bed.

[lostfracturess]

hello there, i hope you're doing well dear writer!! i just wanted to quickly hop into your inbox and ask something regarding s&c ^^'

first of all, I've been following your fanfic for quite some time now and im really loving it so far!

tbh i rarely read reader x canon aus but this one in particular stuck out to me. the way you shape the story and characters is so amazing to me, they truly give me the immersive feeling i desperately seek in some aus (even if i see the reader not as myself specifically but a separate character, you created, that wanders around in my head rent free atp lol)

gojo and the reader either make me wanna rip my hair out and scream in agony or curl in a ball under my blanket and cry and giggle like a little girl.. there really is no in-between with these losers 😭

also, i might not understand much of the medical world since that field is far out of my reach as a language student but it's so so interesting reading all the surgical procedures described and trying to make sense of it all (you even got me googling most of the stuff since I'm not familiar with many medical terms 😭) but hey! it's always nice to learn new things and the more you know the better :3

okay this got incredibly long and i am very sorry for my dumb ramble but i felt like gushing over your fanfic for a second 😭

now my question:

do gojo and geto (and sukuna) know each other since high school or university? i honestly don't know whether you already mentioned this in the fic or answered a similar question or not. if either happened i apologize for my poor memory (it fails me a lot recently) i also don't even know if it matters that much but i was really curious for some reason 😅

also whenever you happen to write in gojo's pov again: do you think you'd add some sort flashbacks from his past that explain his character and decisions more? (since bro doesn't wanna open up abt it 💔) i am REALLY curious about young gojo!! ESPECIALLY regarding the situation between sukuna and gojo bc WTF did bro do that's apparently "worse than drugs" and infuriated sukuna so much he'd wanna ruin his life over it 😭 (I'd like to imagine sukuna is a pathetic loser that'd get butthurt over the most ridiculous things ever, cartoon villain type of guy fr)

well i think i'm done with my ramblings now, hopefully my questions make sense xd i'm looking forward to reading your reply soon!!

thank you so much for giving your all to this fanfic; the time, effort and heart you put into it is greatly appreciated by many 💕 have a great day dear writer, i'm sending you lots of love and much luck in your studies 🥰🫶🏼

awwwwee, this message is so incredibly heartwarming!! thank you so so much for taking the time to share your thoughts and the way the story resonates with you. hearing that it provides that immersive feeling, and makes u scream, cry and giggle is truly the best feeling in the world for a writer!! ♡

there really is no in-between with these losers

why did this make me laugh, u calling them losers ahahah

i really appreciate you being interested in the medical side of things despite it being completely unfamiliar territory!! the fact that you're even googling terms warms my little heart hehe ♡

also please never apologize for sending messy messages like this. it absolutely makes my day to read such sweet messages!!

also your questions:

do gojo and geto (and sukuna) know each other since high school or university?

don't remember myself if i answered that already lol (hope i don't say something different now). gojo and geto know each other since high school and were kind of rivals first and then bonded over a basketball match they both took part in. best friends since. they never really split, went to the same university, did their residency at the same hospital.

sukuna, gojo and geto became familiar in university. with sukuna being more of a frenemy to them. but gojo and sukuna were kinda close and geto and sukuna were just people who could hang out at a party.

do you think you'd add some sort flashbacks from his past that explain his character and decisions more? (since bro doesn't wanna open up abt it 💔)

yes yes yes!! next chapter will be gojo's pov again and there will be a scene were we'll get to know more about his upbringing (not in the next chapter tho, sometime later).

ESPECIALLY regarding the situation between sukuna and gojo bc WTF did bro do that's apparently "worse than drugs" and infuriated sukuna so much he'd wanna ruin his life over it 😭

won't spill the beans yet about what exactly gojo did, but i'll explain some time later in the story. sorry for the wait!! i feel like these things are so clear for me, because apparently i write them but i feel like it must be really frustrating for readers having so many questions left and then having to wait a few weeks for the next update, ahhhh! sorry for that!!

(I'd like to imagine sukuna is a pathetic loser that'd get butthurt over the most ridiculous things ever, cartoon villain type of guy fr)

ahahha omg. now i see it too ☠️☠️

thank you so much for appreciating the hard work that goes into creating s&c!! and thank you for the well-wishes with my studies. i'm sending love and happy vibes right back to you ♡♡

[hanlimz]

omg the spiderwon headcanons were adorable !! i really enjoyed reading them so i’d definitely read if you made it an full fic!

and i look forward to more of your writing hihi

if no one else have taken it can i be 🕷️-anon?? i’ll gladly send you more asks :)

happy writing 💕

SO SORRY I'VE LET THIS SIT FOR SO LONG but thank u so much!!! i'm sosososo glad u enjoyed them,, they were a bit messy and not v fleshed out but i'm hoping to try to organize them into a full fic soon <33

you can Absolutely be 🕷️-anon !!!! i appreciate you SO much thank u for answering my plea u Real Life angel (i've actually never had any anons before so i'm giggling n kicking my feet rn ??)

thank u my love <333 hop in my inbox any time to chat !!!

[ptergwen]

peter parker x charlie's angels! reader has been on my mind for years. i have no idea what this would be about i just wanted to throw this pairing out there

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w/c: 562

warnings: mentions of food?

a/n: this was a fun one and i put my own little twist on it hehe i hope u enjoy <3 also thank you guys for all the requests! feel free to send in smau reqs too cause i’m in the mood

“good morning, angel.”

“good morning, peter.”

you greet your boyfriend with a grin as he enters the kitchen. he’s already dressed for work. he pecks your lips and squeezes your waist, slipping past you to make himself coffee. he takes it hot, black, and downs it quickly.

he must be in a rush.

“have you eaten yet?”

“no, i was waiting for you.“

“well, we’ve gotta go. you should take something for the road. you’ll need your energy.”

“but we don’t have to be in for another-“

peter tosses you a packet with your assignment for the day.

“change of plans, angel.”

you hurry off to change and meet peter back in the kitchen when you’re ready. he’s on the phone with a colleague, discussing an upcoming project. he wraps up the call.

“breakfast?”

“i’ll eat something when we get there. let’s go.”

peter kisses your cheek and gathers his things. you do the same, then you two head outside. you always go into work together. you do everything together.

the two of you make your way up to the roof of your building. you situate yourself in your usual position, legs around peter’s middle and hands holding on to his shoulders. he extends one arm out and wraps his other around you protectively.

“ready?”

you put peter’s mask on for him, making sure it covers his face.

“ready.”

peter lunges back and then leaps forward, sending you two into the air. he uses his webs to swing you to avengers tower.

it comes in handy that his uniform is a spider suit. your own suit is black and skintight, perfect for blending in. you do all the investigative work of the criminals on your radar, and peter takes them out, with help from you of course.

you’re a pair; a team. that’s why peter calls you his angel. in fact, everyone calls you peter’s angel. it’s your own superhero name of sorts. he’s spider-man, and you’re the angel.

you arrive to the tower shortly and head straight to the lab, no time for a proper breakfast or small talk with the rest of the team. you only steal some food from the kitchen as you pass through. peter is working on new tech that he’ll need to go up against your next adversary. you sit up on the table he’s at, biting into an apple while you review the profile.

“dr. curtis connors, works at oscorp, engineered a regeneration serum made from cross-species genetics. which means?”

“he’s using dna from other species to regrow human limbs and tissue.”

“sounds dangerous.”

“it is dangerous.”

“and gross.”

peter chuckles, pulling up a three dimensional visual of his tech.

“that, too.”

you finish reading the rest of the profile and quirk a brow at peter.

“what is it you want me to do?”

“connors is planning to go public with the serum today. i need you to go to oscorp and get me a sample so i can check it out, figure out how it works. then, we destroy it, and stop him.”

peter looks up at you.

“think you could handle it?”

you chuck the core of your apple into the trash.

“i know i can.”

“you’re an angel, seriously.”

you hop down from the counter with a grin, coming in front of peter and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“your angel.”

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[blushstories]

Hi! May I request eddie (or literally any character you would enjoy writing on) x gn reader where they start making out and reader has flash-back from past sa (sexual assault) and starts panicking and body goes numb (idk if this sounds weird but trauma reaction s9metimes are weird, idk if its common sorry-) but it has a good/comforting ending? (Hope it's not against your rule request idrk sorry, would totally understand if u don't write about this since it's a triggering topic sorry).

anyway have a good day and I rlly like your work!!

hey nonnie!! thanks! i'll try my best! never written steamy stuff before so please excuse it if it's poor tw: sa references

There is nothing dangerous about Eddie Munson. There's kindness in his smile and happiness in his eyes. His hugs remind you of a teddy bear, if one of those could stretch their little fluffy arms and hug you. Eddie Munson is safe, and being with him is addictive.

He nudges the door open with his hip, emerging with two glasses of iced lemonade with striped bendy straws. Condensation has already beaded along the sides of the glass, leaving streaks of cool water over his fingers. He places them on the table next to the bed before flopping onto it next to you. He sits with a hand propping up his face, staring at you with those big adoring eyes that make you want to hide your face in a pillow.

"How's it hanging?" He asks with a smile, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt. "Good," you say, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "Thanks for the lemonade." "Gotta treat you right, keep ya sweet," he leans closer to you, still displaying his signature dazzling smile.

"Yeah, yeah," you let him close the distance between you. He smiles into his kisses often, gently testing the waters before allowing it to heat up. You both sit up a little straighter, and you brace your weight on his shoulder.

But his hands quickly brush against your sides as he looses himself in the heat of the moment, his kisses increase in intensity, and your heart skips a few too many beats. You can't keep up with his kisses, and your hand slips from his shoulder. Tears spring to your eyes and your breath catches somewhere in your throat.

He feels you become unresponsive, and pulls back. "You good?" He mutters, eyes scanning your face back and forth. You shake your head, never being able to lie to him. "Okay: we're done. You're okay." He scoots back a little bit, giving you space to breathe.

He knows your history. It was whispered to him under the covers of your bed during one of your bad days. Usually, you insist people should go, and they usually do. Except Eddie. He wanted to stay, to tear away the walls you've built around your heart and fill in the cracks.

Now, he's looking at your shaking form, completely attentive to the point of almost not blinking. Studying you carefully, not wanting to spook you but wanting to comfort you with everything he has. When he notices your breaths beginning to mimic a spluttering car engine, he jumps in.

"Can I help?" You know what he means, and you trust him. You nod, and he slips behind you, one leg on either side. He doesn't use his hands, but guides you to lean back onto his chest. He exaggerates his breathing, and you close your eyes with the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Following each inhale and exhale eventually pulls your breathing into a more manageable pace, and brings you into a headspace where you reach for Eddie's hands, playing with them on your stomach.

"How're you doing, sweetheart?" He says, and you feel the rumble in his chest in your back. You mumble something incoherent and unenthusiastic, so he leans forward, ducking his head to hear you better. "One more time?" "'M sorry."

Eddie freezes, taken aback by your unexpected apology. "There's nothing to apologise for!" You make an unconvinced sound, grappling with guilt, embarrassment and undertones of anxiety in you. "D'ya wanna get showered, hop into bed, and watch one of those movies you like? I can get popcorn!"

Your chest swells with adoration, gratitude for his attentiveness. You nod happily and say, "We can watch The Breakfast Club!" He chuckles lightly, lovingly. "Yeah, we can." His fingers have wound themselves into your hair, massaging your scalp with just the right pressure. You melt into him, in disbelief that your boyfriend is Eddie Munson, and he want to watch The Breakfast Club with you.

[chaseadrian]

love your writing!!! can i get “if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes.“ “what about today?” and adrian? 💕💕💕💕💕💕

hey thank u sm!! also omg this prompt is so cute ghjdfg

join the sleepover!

You and Adrian were lying on the shag carpet of his apartment, staring at the sparkly popcorn ceiling that was most assuredly giving you both breathing problems in the stuffy one bedroom space. It had been a lazy night full of pink wine and cheese on crackers, shitty action flicks playing on the tv. But now the tv was off, and you were were there, in the dark moonlit living room.

"You know, Adrian," You started, "If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I'd say yes."

It wasn't that you were drunk, but the wine had definitely loosened you up.

Adrian lifted his phone and looked at the time.

12:07am.

"What about today?" He tilted his head to face you, and you did the same.

"I dunno. You'd have to ask me, I guess."

The truth was that you would've married him almost embarrassingly shortly after becoming friends with him. It felt unrequited for a long time, what with the way that he was so focused on the team and his work as Vigilante. For months you'd sated your need for his presence with coffee runs together and intentional roshambo losses against Harcourt and Adebayo on missions. Harcourt always chose scissors, and Adebayo always chose rock; you very quickly realized they were onto you.

It wasn't until you were shot on a mission that Adrian admitted he was into you, and you only remembered part of his panicked spiel from where you were laid up in the hospital. Something about thinking you were too smart and too pretty and too everything to like him.

"Listen, I know I've got looks. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about you being great in basically every single way and me being a natural born killer who doesn't do all the fancy recon stuff that you do."

You were gaining cognizance as he continued rambling.

"W-what?" You muttered.

"Oh, fuck, you're waking up. Hey! Nurse!" He yelled at the nurse that was passing by the door, she popped her head in.

"I'll go get her nurse." She promptly left just as you were wanting to go back to sleep.

"Adrian...Ade."

He scooted the chair closer to your bed until his knees were bent uncomfortable underneath.

"Yeah?"

"You-you're so handsome. Can I ha-ave a kiss? I could die." Your voice was raspy, and he brought a little cup of water to your lips, tilting it slowly as you gulped it down.

Moving the cup away from your mouth, he leaned forward to give you a peck.

A voice in the room startled the both of you.

"You're not gonna die. But good play." The nurse by the door laughed, and went to check your vitals.

And you'd been with Adrian since.

His voice in the present shook you out of your daydream, "Okay. Will you marry me?"

You laughed, and he sat up.

"I'm not joking."

You sat up too, "Adrian, are you being for real?"

He hopped fully up, his voice fading as he ran away, "Yeah, hold on a second!"

Just as soon as he was gone, he was back and plopping down criss cross applesauce next to you.

There was a velvet, mustard yellow box in his hand. He opened it to reveal a silver banded ring that twisted to hold a bright blue sapphire in the center.

"I had this entire plan made up where Chris was gonna pretend to kidnap you and take you to this warehouse and then I would bust down the door and kick his ass and save you and then Eagly would fly in and drop a stuffed animal that was taped to a real animal and that stuffed animal was holding a little heart that says 'Will you marry me?' and I'd pull out the ring box just as an explosion goes off."

You stared at him, and he continued.

"But then you said that and I thought I should ask you anyway because I think you're the most beautiful, smartest, best person out of everyone. We fight criminals together, and the sex is sick, and even though I never planned on settling down cause that's way too boring, you and I would never have a boring life. We'd have a kickass one, just like we do right now. Maybe when we're old, but, doubt it. Anyway, you wanna marry me?"

You threw your arms around him and littered his face with kisses before pulling away. He stared at you with a smile.

"Yes, of course, Adrian. Yeah. Let's do it."

He put the ring on your finger and gave you a hug, throwing the ring box over his shoulder.

"So," He said with his arms around you, "About doing it..."

You broke out of the hug and stood up, pulling him with you straight to the bedroom.