#( wc; 877 )

[anothermansjeans]

I love the idea of YouTube reader and Spencer being like Jenna and Julien, you know that video of Jenna giving Julien fake nails? I totally see reader doing it to Spencer.

He’s like “these come off right?” And reader is like “:) hopefully!”

I GOT MAJOR INSPO FOR SOME DIALOGUE FROM THE VIDEO!! i hope you enjoy (i love these bitches 😭)

cw: acrylic nails, sassy spencer back at it again, reader enjoys making spencer suffer (lovingly ofc), my favorite fictional couple

wc: 877

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“Your fingers are so big.”

“Thanks?”

You laughed as you pressed one of the acrylic tips onto Spencer’s thumb. “I have to push it–” your laughter was cutting you off, “I have to push it all the way down… to fit… your nails.”

Spencer was amused by your hysterical state. You got the video idea from a few of your comments. They were begging for more Spencer and wanted you to put him through the real youtuber boyfriend experience. A few suggested that you'd become good enough at doing your nails to the point where you should do Spencer’s nails and bam! There you were, sitting at your vanity with the camera and acrylic all set up. You’re about five minutes into the video already and you've only glued two nails.

Calming down, you continued to find the right sized nails for him, “you're being a really good sport about this, Spence.”

He was quick with his response, “when is being a good sport going to start benefiting me?”

You laughed again, squeezing his wrist as you placed a drop of glue onto his middle finger. “You'll look even more beautiful.” Placing the tip down, your next words were spoken under your breath, “even if I have to make these tips extra wide.” When the nail was fully on and you began to move on to his ring finger, you felt a small jab at your hand. “Ow!”

“I don't appreciate the comments about my fingers under your breath.” He was being playful and you knew that, but that still stopped you from further comments on his man-hands.

You sped through the gluing process and moved on to priming his nails. Once you got to the actual acrylic part, Spencer flinched. “What are you doing?”

“What?” You slightly panicked, scared you were about to hurt him, but seeing the inquisitive expression on his face made you relax. “You watch me do this all of the time.”

“I just want to know the process.”

“Okay,” you began, dipping the brush in the clear glass in front of you, “I’m dipping the brush in the monomer and gently tapping in on the paper towel to get the excess off. Now, I'm aiming to pick up a bead of acrylic powder, and place it on your nail.”

As you were doing what you were saying, Spencer furrowed his brows. “On my nail? Like, my real nail?”

“Mhmm. Then we’re going to let it dry.”

“So when I take it off will it be close to ripping my nail off?”

His scared expression caused you to suck your lips to your teeth. “Yes?”

He stared at you for a moment before speaking, “the rational part of my brain knows you're playing it up but this is uncharted territory for me so I’m not sure what to expect.”

You laughed and let him know it would be okay before continuing the process and allowing them to dry. When they were done, Spencer was wiggling his fingers and getting a feel for the nails. “I hate it. It’s extremely uncomfortable and I don't understand how you could do anything with these. I already respected you, but I think I have a lot more now.”

You smiled earnestly at his remark, and noticed his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His reflexes caused him to push them up, one finger from each hand on either side of his glasses secured them back in place, and you couldn't help but laugh once again.

“What?” He didn't understand how his actions made him look.

“You looked the amount of sassy that you are.”

“I am not sassy!”

“Yes,” you began, still laughing, “yes you are.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, holding out his hands to glance down at the nails. “We’re lucky I haven't been called in. Could we take these off now?”

Biting your bottom lip, you gave a cheeky smile. “Yeah… we just have to run to the drug store really quick to grab some acetone.”

“We?” His eyes were big, pleading with you.

“Spencer… it's dark out and I’m not driving to the drug store that is less than 600 feet away. You wouldn't leave me to walk the D.C streets at night by myself, would you?” You knew you got him the moment you mentioned the time of day. Looking at the camera, you smiled and addressed your followers. “We’re going to jump cut to me taking these nails off of Spencer. I think I’ve tortured him enough. He isn’t built for the acrylic lifestyle.”

“I could be!”

“You wanna keep those on?”

“No,” his answer was automatic, again, causing you to laugh.

You cut the camera before grabbing your bag and putting on your shoes, watching Spencer struggle with his Converse from your peripheral. “Come on, lover boy, you never know when you're gonna get called in.” You began to walk out of the room but heard him grumble. “What was that?”

You turned around and smirked at his defeated expression. “Can you help?” He said it a little louder, but still quiet. Shaking your head, you walked over to him. With or without the acrylics, he was truly the sassiest man you knew, and you loved him for it.

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[hippiepowrs]

patchwork

eddie munson x (implied) metalhead!reader

eddie wants to add a new patch to his vest but hates sewing.

a/n: thank you for the love on my first fic!!! this one is based on the fact that i think eddie would be bad at sewing. like he could be good at it but it's funnier to think that he's not. also you will probably see a lot of metalhead!reader from me bc it's self indulgent and there's just not enough of it.

warnings: fluff. gn!reader. sewing needles (obviously). one mention of blood/vague mentions of eddie stabbing himself with sewing needles. established relationship. no reader pronouns. no use of y/n. use of "babe," "baby," and "sweetheart" as nicknames from both. playful bickering. eddie is a biter and impatient as fuck. swearing. sort of eddie's pov i guess?

wc: 877

Eddie is good with his hands. It’s undeniable. Between chords, riffs, strumming, and picking, his calloused fingers know how to move, and they know it well.

But the one thing he always struggled with was sewing.

To him, sewing was like the devil. A necessary evil in his life, but evil nonetheless.

There’s a reason his vest has always stayed so empty. Well, a few, but the main one is the fact that his fingers can never get the needle to move quite how he wants it to. He’s always stabbing himself so hard it draws blood, somehow. One time the needle went clean through. He was able to crack it for long enough to get his back patch on, and one or two more, but then he decided he’d be able to live with it like that. At least for a while.

But now he has you. You, the beautiful thing laying on the floor of his bedroom. You, the one with a cooler vest than him. He can’t let that slide for much longer, can he? He finds himself trying to sew on a new patch he got up in Indy, but he’s already giving up.

“Babe,” He calls from atop his bed, “can you sew this for me?” He gives you that look. The one where he tilts his chin down and looks up at you with his big, wet eyes and bats his eyelashes when he wants something.

“You can’t finish it yourself?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that he’s keen to pick up on. 

“It’s–ugh… it’s just not going well.” He sighs, frustration showing. 

You stand up from your place on the floor and snake into the spot next to him on the mattress, getting as close as you can without sitting on top of him. 

“Baby, you have like… five stitches done.” You say, looking up at him with a sarcastically annoyed glare.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, though.” He pouts, playing it up like he always does.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to argue or just accept it.

“Ugh, fine. Give it to me.” You pretend to be annoyed, but in all honesty, you can’t help but adore that he relies on you for things like this. It’s weirdly sweet, just like him. You’re able to quickly get into the groove of stitching the patch on, up and down, out and in. It’s relaxingly repetitive, but Eddie is looming next to you. He’s leaning over, a little too close, mesmerized by the way your hands work.

“Ed, can you get out of my fucking face?” You say playfully. He leans back a little to watch from a distance for a minute before leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Ow, you dick.”

He’s as impatient as ever. You can feel the way he’s practically vibrating beside you as he waits for you to finish with the stitching. 

“Go do something,” You tell him, knowing you’re only halfway done, and he won’t last at this rate. 

“But I wanna watch.” He pouts again.

“Put some music on at least, please?” You ask, putting on a softer tone so you know he’ll get up and do it. 

When he reaches his tape deck, he starts shuffling through his collection, trying to find the one that calls out to him. The previous album you were listening to finished a while ago, and neither of you were bothered enough to get up and change it. Eddie finds the cassette he was looking for, and pops it in with a grin. 

It’s the mixtape he made for you for your third date. A little corny, he knows. But, he’d never really gone out with anyone before he went out with you, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. Especially not when he found the coolest person to ever grace this horrible town. 

Your third date was a night that he’ll never forget. He picked flowers out of the rich neighborhoods’ front gardens, made a glorious mixtape out of all the music you guys talked about loving, and showed up to your house on time. That’s big for him. 

He took you out to a real dinner. It might’ve just been the little Italian place on Main Street, but Eddie made sure to save extra cash for the week leading up so that he had enough to pay for you. 

And now here you are, sitting on his bed, sewing for him. It’s so domestic that he thinks he’s going to explode. The way you’re so comfortable in his space, and you’re so comfortable around him. 

“I’m done, babe.” You softly call to him, holding up his prized possession to show your handiwork. 

His eyes widen when he sees you, the giant smile on your face, so proud of yourself—and an even bigger grin breaks out on his own. He almost tackles you onto the bed, engulfing you in one of the most aggressive, warmest hugs he’s ever given you. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” His voice is muffled in the hug, but he makes his point clear by littering your cheek with kisses. With one big smack of his lips on your skin, he mumbles, “God, I love you.”

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[vinylfoxbooks]

June 11 - Disagree | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 877 Part 4 Part 3 and Part 5 | Part 1

“What do I need to wear?” Regulus asks over the phone.

James huffs a small laugh, playing with Harry, “You don’t need to dress up, love. Just wear what you normally do.” 

“But I- this is your ex-wife, James. This is the mother of your child, James.”

“It’s also your brother and Remus.” James counters, “You know them, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Agree to disagree.” Regulus grumbles.

James leaves Harry to play with his toys while going back to working on the food, “If you really want to dress up a bit more, just wear one of your nice button ups and slacks.”

“That’s so vague, James.”

James sighs, a mix between fond and frustrated, “Wear that nice silky black button up you have and those cute pants that Pandora put the flowers on. Then you accessorise as you please.”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, probably mentally cataloging the outfit and thinking it through before he hums, “Yeah, that. Yeah that works. That feels nice. Thank you James.”

“It’s not a problem, love..” James smiles, despite knowing that his boyfriend can’t see it, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s happening at your place.” Regulus says, sounding more like he’s reminding himself than he is asking. James hums his agreement nonetheless and he hangs up a couple minutes later, telling Regulus that he has to finish making the food. 

Hours later, Lily has shown up at the house with her new girlfriend in tow -- a girl named Mary that she met through work and has been telling James about. James is quick to pull Lily into a hug with a kiss pressed to her cheek and take the container of bitterballen that they brought along with them from Mary’s arms. James puts the container near the pastels that James just finished then disappears into the kitchen once again. 

After a while, Remus and Sirius barge into the house holding platters of welsh rarebits that they leave in the kitchen.

Eventually, James has pretty much finished cooking and the family is all sitting around, just waiting for Regulus to show up -- which he texted ahead of time and informed James that he was going to be a bit late after a bit of a run in with his roommates -- chatting, and playing around with Harry. 

And when the doorbell rings one last time, James is the first person to stand up. When he opens the door, his breath is taken away because, “Fuck. You’re so pretty, Regulus.”

Regulus laughs softly, “Thank you, James.”

“I thought I told you not to bring anything.” James shakes his head when he sees that Regulus is holding a round container.

“No, but I did.” Sirius says, bounding up behind James, “He has this apple tree in the backyard of his apartment building and the things that Regulus does with those apples are magical.”

Regulus shakes his head, “This is tarte tatin. It’s a French dessert with caramelised apples. Aside from Sirius telling me to make something, you mentioned that Harry liked apples so I wanted to bring something I thought he’d like.”

“Well thank you, love.” James smiles, putting his hand on Regulus’ lower back and guiding him into the house. Their first stop is the kitchen but then James is leading Regulus into his living room and introducing him to Lily and Mary. 

As soon as Regulus sits down, Harry is bounding to sit in his lap from where he was originally playing with Remus’ fingers, which makes James laugh, “He is obsessed with you, Reg.” 

“No shock about that,” Remus hums, “Not with the way that Luna is all over him whenever she’s around.”

“Who’s Luna?” Lily asks, tilting her head. Regulus can see just why James married her, she’s beautiful. With long red hair that falls around her body in a perfect way and she’s got this wonderful smile and stunning green eyes just like her son. 

Regulus shakes off those thoughts, “My best friend’s daughter. About the same age as Harry.”

“Pandora’s daughter?” James asks, moving to sit next to his boyfriend, stretching his arm out so it’s resting on the back of the couch and his hand is playing with Regulus' hair. His other hand goes to play with Harry, letting his son mess around with his fingers. Regulus just nods. 

Just soon after, they gather around the table and start to eat, laughing and joking around. Regulus is quiet at first, nervous about meeting Lily -- which is astounding to all of them that know both him and Lily, because she is the sweetest, most easy going person in the world -- but eventually Remus manages to get him sucked into a conversation with himself and Lily about books and he opens up more and more. 

By the end of the night, Regulus is chatting relatively easily with the rest of the group and he seems to have made good friends with Lily --which James is more than happy about -- and by the time that everyone leaves, Regulus is tired and peopled-out so he and James choose to just relax on the couch with Harry and watch a movie.

“That went well.” James hums, “Just like I told you it would.”

“Shut up you snarky bastard.”

[noah-shin]

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Warning: creepy, stalking

Wc:877

Yandere rival who couldn't care less about you when you shifted to his school in the middle of the year. You were not exceptional at first and he didn't think of you as an academic rival.

Yandere rival who actually becomes shocked seeing how you topped most subjects. He contemplated that you were being fake by behaving politely with everyone but him. He didn't even talk with you properly… …

He always stares at you with a blank expression. Though he gives you a hateful stare, his thoughts are all about you. His ears become red watching you laugh or when you glance at him.

Yandere who always makes sure that you sit right beside him so that he could busk in your presence. It has become a rule between students to never sit on your seat. So that your rival could stare at you with ease.

Yandere rival who is envious of the fact that you're naturally talented. How could you be so care free and still top all exams? "You must have cheated," He would say to piss you off. You would just smile at him and go back to your own world. He holds grudges against you for having loving parents who never pressurize you for anything. (Unlike him)

He always asks the teacher to put you both together in a group project to spend more time with you. He always comes over to your place to finish the job and always asks if you made the cookies you gave him. He always finishes his work beforehand to just stare at you and listen to you talk during the meeting. He has a pleasant expression while gazing at you.Suspiciously whenever he comes over to your house, something goes missing. Doesn't matter what it is. Your chapstick, that old pencil, watch,anything associated with you. "Did you accidentally take my chapstick?" He would deny any claims saying he doesn't even know you use pink color, peach flavored chapstick… ..

Bad attention or good attention doesn't matter to him. If he gets attention from you, that's enough. He always nags you and tries to find your fault even though he actually gushes all over it in his house.

Yandere's rival who is jealous of the fact that you're his best friend's close friend and his friend knows more about you than him. He's aware that you're trying to snatch his friends, his position, everything! " You're so jealous yn" (he actually want you to snatch everything away along with him)

He constantly talks about you and only you in his friend circle. The only reason he keeps those losers with him is to talk shit about you. He is so bitter, observing that you look so happy minding your own business while he thinks of you every second. He thinks talking about you and constantly keeping you in his mind will motivate him to do better.

Yandere rival who uses students to know more about you. He thinks nobody is good enough to be with him except you but still acts politely with your friends. "Hey! So why didn't yn come to school today?" He doesn't even care that he makes it so obvious.

Yandere who gets mad when he sees anyone else bully you and sometimes defend you. Though he acts salty with you, he never takes it too far to emotionally drain you out. Moreover,his obsession extends out of academic life too.

He has a whole shrine of your pics and other stolen things from those group projects. He has a diary describing his feelings to you with your pictures stuck to every few pages. In some of them, you're smiling, sleeping or even eating in your not so secure house.

Yandere rival who wakes up hours early to just sneak at you while you're sleeping. His day is not fulfilled until he follows you back to your home to make sure you're safe and sound. He's pretty good at being sneaky too and knows nobody will believe any accusations against him.

He's so smitten with you that it doesn't matter if he becomes second in the exam. Because obviously you deserve the first position.

Yandere rival who just wants your attention so badly that he taunts you on a bad day just so that you will hit him. That way at least you will make physical contact with him. He doesn't hear the curses you throw at his face. You shudder watching him moaning from hitting his face."Did you fucking enjoy that, creep?!" You stepped back in disgust. Who knew your rival was a masochist?

You were so blinded by the rivalry that you didn't even notice how his pants tightened when you screamed at him.

But when you have known his intentions,you became paranoid and spill the tea to everyone. Unfortunately no one took you seriously.You feel hopeless seeing nobody believes your words.

Yandere rival who stalks all your social media accounts and sends you messages from fake accounts.

He doesn't let anyone give you gifts on valentine's day and makes sure you don't go on date with anyone. He's just way too much in love to let it happen

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[hoernypie]

˙⋆✮rise and shine✮⋆˙

tags: oral (f giving + m receiving)

wc: 877

As the first faint rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, I groaned, as my eyes struggled to open. A heavyweight pinned me down, and a warm, familiar pressure grew on my cheek. Satoru was straddling my chest, his eyes sparkled while a mischievous smile played on his lips. My cheeks flushed as I realized he was rubbing his shaft against my face, his hips making a gentle, rhythmic motion that sent waves of shock and confusion through my body. "’toru," I murmured, trying to push him away, but his grip on my wrists was surprisingly firm. "What are you doing?" I whined, my voice still sleepy. "Wake up, wake up," he pleaded, his movements growing more insistent. "Why are you...?" I sputtered, my question trailing off as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. This was not how I had expected to start my day, but as his breathing grew heavier and his grip tightened, I couldn't help but feel excitement at the thought of what he was gonna do next. Satoru leaned in closer, his penis now pressing insistently against my mouth. "You know what I want," he whispered, his sweet voice making me blush.

The head of Satoru's penis grazed my bottom lip, wetting it with his pre-cum. His rubbing grew more urgent and desperate, as his breathing hitched when he watched my eyes widen with a mix of shock and arousal. His hot skin rubbed on my cheek and brushed against my nose, filling the room with his sweet scent. My heart hammered in my chest, and my mouth watered. The tip of his cock traced the seam of my lips, and before I could even process the thought, they parted slightly, allowing him to slip in just a little. His grip on my wrists tightened, and he let out a low growl of pleasure. "Good girl," he murmured, his hips rocking slightly as he ground his shaft against my face. "Just like that." I couldn't deny the way my body responded to his dominance over me. The warmth of his skin and the softness of his cock against my tongue was addicting.

My tongue darted out to taste him, flicking over the sensitive tip of his cock. Satoru's grip on my wrists tightened further, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "Fuck yes," he said throwing back his head, his movements becoming more demanding. Seeing his reaction, I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him in. His length slid over my tongue, letting me feel his cock twitch in response. His breathing grew ragged, and his whines grew louder filling the room. The warm taste of him made me squirm under him. Looking back at me, he released my wrists, his hands moving to cup my cheeks, gently caressing them with his thumbs. I closed my eyes, and he began to gently thrust into my mouth, setting a rhythm that was driving me crazy. Each time he pulled back, my tongue swirled around the tip, and as he pushed back in, I felt my throat constrict around him, making me surprised at how much I was craving more.

Looking down at me, Satoru's hips began to roll faster, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with a slick sound that grew louder with each thrust. My hands, now free, tentatively found their way to his thighs, caressing them as I tried to keep up with his increasing pace. Each time he hit the back of my throat, a moan left his mouth, encouraging me to take him deeper. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, and his fingers moved down to keep me in place. My body grew warm, and my pussy grew wet with each sound that escaped his pretty pink lips. As he picked up the pace, I felt his cock swell in my mouth, letting me know that he was close.

Suddenly, Satoru pulled out, his cock still connected to my mouth by a string of my saliva mixed with his pre-cum. He hovered above me, panting heavily, "Look at me," he said with a hoarse voice. I opened my eyes, my gaze locked onto him as he stroked his dick rapidly. A few more strokes and then with a groan, he came, painting my face with warm pearly white ropes of cum. As the last drops of cum fell from the tip of Satoru's cock, he watched with a satisfied smile as they slid down my cheek, feeling the warmth and stickiness of his release. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction seeing my face before reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a handful of tissues and gently wiping my face. Once he cleaned me up, he discarded the tissues, moved away, and lay down next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to his, and let out a content sigh as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His breathing evened out, and his heartbeat slowed, thumping against my chest as he snuggled in close.

"Rise and shine," he said, before leaving a hickey on my neck. We laid there, snuggling while our bodies entwined as the sun continued to rise outside filling the room with its beams.

[paperbackribs]

Eddie's Proposal

Prompt Day 28 – Proposal | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Eddie and Chrissy are besties, pre-steddie, buckingham, no Upside Down AU | WC: 877  For the @steddieholidaydrabbles

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“I have a proposal for you,” Eddie says.

Chrissy looks up from filing her nails, splayed across his bed with head and hands hanging off the edge, “I thought we established you don’t swing that way, babe.”

Folding his legs under him, Eddie sits cross-legged on the navy carpet by her side. David Bowie plays softly in the background because he’s not a barbarian and he’d do anything for this girl; plus, Steve loves Dancing in the Street and who is Eddie to not develop an appreciation in the gorgeous face of all that enthusiasm?

He tuts at her, “But you do about the other half of the time, so I have a proposal for you.”

“Eddie, dear, darling of my heart, you should have brought a ring. Maybe a big cheesy placard with hearts painted all over it.” She focuses on a particularly rough edge, squinting at it. “Diamond princess cut, please and thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie scoffs even as he rubs his sweaty palms over his knees. The album fades into Cat People and Bowie roars that he’s been putting out fire with gasoline. He wonders if the lyrics are why he feels so hot suddenly. “No, not for me. For Steve.”

Chrissy’s smile is immediate and bright, “Thank God. Yes, do it. Ask him out, for sure.” Her long blonde hair shakes around her face as she laughs, a beautiful tinkling sound that spears through his heart. Eddie grips his knee; this is what he wants, he reminds himself.

“I think you’ll have to do it, he’s too shy,” Eddie says around the copper in his mouth.

Chrissy snorts, shooting him a wry look, “Steve Harrington? Shy? He struts around in barely there short shorts whenever we come over for his pool. The man doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.”

“There’s a bone somewhere,” Eddie mutters to himself, thinking of the heart palpitations he’s suffered from an affectionate, touchy-feely Steve by the poolside. Louder he says, “But you know it’s different for emotional stuff. He’s been hurt before and I think he’s gun shy.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t track,” she rebuts, frowning as she accidentally chips a piece of baby blue polish off. “He’s been very clear that he wants to move on. And with who.”

Eddie feels the blood drain from his face, dropping below the heart that has fallen out of his chest with a splat. “He’s asked you out already.” As he watches Chrissy’s face move through a series of complicated expressions, Eddie tells his heart to get itself under control: this is good, this was the goal all along.

“Eddie,” Chrissy begins, throwing aside her file to prop herself above him on her elbows, he tilts his head up to meet her suspicious gaze. “Are you asking me to date Steve? Not someone else?”

“Definitely not someone else,” Eddie answers quickly. “He should have the best and you’re the best, you two would be… the best together,” he finishes lamely albeit sincerely.

Eddie immediately knows that his crush on Steve has been ill-hidden when her wide blue eyes fill with pity. What he doesn’t expect is for amusement to swiftly replace it. “You’re an idiot,” she says affectionately.

Eddie straightens, he doesn’t expect her to cede ground to Steve because well, look at the gorgeous, sweet fucker, but she doesn’t need to rub his nose in it. “I know,” he sighs, “And I shouldn’t have let myself develop feelings for him, but at the very least I would be happy if he were happy.”

He moves up, kneeling like a knight under his queen, taking her hand in earnest, “You two are the best people in my life, and I just know you’d be good for each other.”

“Eddie…” She moves her free hand up to his head and instead of the gentle stroke he had expected she takes a chunk of his hair and yanks it, hard. “Ow, motherfucker!” He jerks back, staring at her incredulously.

“Eddie Munson, who does Steve spend all his time with?” She demands exasperatedly.

“Me,” he shakes his sore head, “That’s how I know you two would fit.”

“Yeah, well, Robin might knee-cap you for suggesting it.”

“Robin? You and…” Eddie tilts his head, the only way he can keep the world in focus as it tips over. “Yes, me and Robs,” Chrissy rolls her eyes, “And I think she would knee-cap me if I tried to hit on Steve when he clearly wants you.”

The world is still tilting, he thinks as he wordlessly points to himself. Chrissy nods, smirking. “Apparently, she’s not that far off of doing the same to Steve, if only to put him out of his misery.”

“Because he wants… me?” Eddie whispers because reverent things should be treated delicately. Chrissy patiently nods, allowing him time to reconcile the hope ballooning inside him against the sudden drumming of impatience.

Eddie drops her hand, scrambling up. “Sorry princess, I have to see a man about a proposal,” he calls out as he runs out of the room.

Chrissy shakes her head, grabbing her file and flopping back onto the pillows on his bed. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters, thinking about how Robin’s going to lose it when she tells her about this later.

[orangeinecstasy]

cherry cola, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcalum hood

paring: calum hood x clifford sister reader (fem implication)

summary: it's once again time for the yearly clifford beach house stay, but things are different. working on their new album the rest of the guys join, hoping the change in scenery will spark some inspiration. will the work get done? or will a forbidden romance blossom?

an: hello beautiful people! i'm so sorry the second part too so long for me to get to you. i hope you enjoy!

cw: smoking, drinking, cursing, age gap, smut

wc: 877

taglist: @riya-kaur @percysaidnever

tuesday

“Y/N got help, Calum, with the dishes.” Your mom nods toward the kitchen as she cleans off the dining table. You hum a response, grabbing your plate before you make your way into the kitchen. 

“I’ve come to the rescue.” Calum chuckles at your words, glancing in your direction with a smile. “My savior” 

You smile, setting your dishes in the sink. “You can go ahead and start drying them, love.” you nod, taking a dish cloth and drying the clean culturally, the metal cool in your hands. 

You stand in silence for a moment. It’s not uncomfortable, but something indescribable builds in the air between you two. He can sense that you’re thinking about something. His hip nudges yours as his hands scrub pasta sauce off of a plate, his arms flexing as the veins in his hand become more propionate. “What are you thinking about? I can partly hear the wheels in your head turn.” 

It’s a simple question, but you can feel your skin heat up and your core throb as you press your legs together. 

I’m thinking of you. You bending me over the countertop as your wet hands kneed my skin. Calloused fingertips pushing past the hem of my panties with ease. The feeling of your five-o’clock shadow against my inner thigh. Fucking into me, hot and slow. 

You shake your head, shrugging, and bite back a smile, “Nothing.” 

The house is quiet as you move through it. Cold hardwood pressing to the balls of your feet, soon met with concrete as you walk outside. The moon cast a bright glow on your skin, filling you with calm and energy as you walked towards the pool. 

Tossing your towel onto one of the pool chairs, you strip the clothes from your body. Nipples pebble, goosebumps spreading along your skin as you step into the water. You hummed, letting the warm water consume you as you lazily swam through it. 

You heard the deck door open and shut up with a loud click. You quickly swam to the pool’s edge, trying to hide your bare body as you blinked the water from your eyes, the figure still blurry in the distance. 

“What are you doing out here? It’s one in the morning.” Cal’s voice settles familiar in your ears, causing a wave of embarrassment mixed with euphoria down your spine. 

“Just a late night swim,” You rest your chin against the edge of the pool, concert rough against the skin. 

He cocks his brow, sitting on the edge of one of the pool chairs. “You always were a weirdo.” He shakes his head, tapping his pack of cigarettes against his thigh before pulling one out and placing it between his lips. “But you love me.” You smile, pushing yourself off the edge of the pool. 

“Could you throw me the towel?” He tosses it to you before cupping his hand to cover the cig as he lights it, the small flame casting a warm glow onto his skin. 

You say a small thank you, grabbing the towel as you make your way to the steps of the pool, wrapping it around you as you make your way out of the water. You wrap the towel tighter around your bare body, fully realizing the situation that you’re in. Naked. In front of the guy, you’ve been in love with your whole life. 

He takes a long drag off his cigarette, dark eyes landing on yours. You clear your throat, skin prickling with heat under his gaze. “Can I have one?” 

“You?” he chuckles, smoke slipping between his lips. “Have you ever even smoked before?” 

You shift in your seat, the cold plastic sticking slightly to your wet thighs. “No, but what does that matter? God, stop acting like my brother.” You shove his arm gently, biting back a smile.

He laughs gently. “Sorry, sorry.” taking another drag. “Why don’t you shotgun it first?”

“Okay.” your words are quite as Calum moves next to you, warmth radiating off his body as he takes another long pull off the cig, letting it settle in his chest for a moment before he cups your face. Calloused hands on your skin, making your hair stand on edge. Your lips part as smoke slips past Calum’s, the queue for you to slowly inhale. 

The warmth of his body, mixed with the unfamiliar menthol feeling, makes you feel light-headed. Your arms wrap around Calum’s neck, closing the gap between your bodies. “Y/N..” he breathes out before you connect your lips. It’s soft and hesitant until he slowly melts into you. Strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you even closer. 

He tastes like smoke and mint, consuming all your senses as your hand slips up his shirt. He quickly pulls away, breath hitched and lips slightly plump from friction. “Y/N, I, we… We can’t do this. I’m sorry.” 

He stands quickly, shaky hands stubbing out the cig. His mouth opens, trying to find the right thing to say, but nothing comes out. He briefly looks at you, eyes dark, before walking back into the house. 

The familiar click of the deck door settled the reality of it all. You’re an idiot, and he doesn’t feel the same. 

[starrygetou]

trans!suguru drabble

banner creds

pair: gojo satoru x geto suguru

wc: 877

tags: MDNI, ftm!suguru geto, coming out, first time, unprotected sex, post coital cuddling, gojo is a sweetie :3

thinking about how accepting satoru would be when he found out abt trans!geto. he always knew suguru was a bit self conscious whenever they had to change around each other or whenever they went to the beach with friends. but he never questioned it. he actually would help alleviate his stress by keeping his shirt on or staying with him on the towels while everyone else goes out to the water.

he would always be respectful whenever they needed to use their shared bathroom, making sure sugu was decent or ready for satoru to enter it suguru was just coming out from a shower. satoru always thought it was cute how suguru would rush to his room to make sure he saw nothing (even though his towel was practically the size of a blanket).

even after they started dating, satoru was still respectful of suguru’s space. he wanted to cuddle him so bad at times but suguru still wasn’t fully comfortable with hands on his body in intimate ways.

once suguru was ready to tell him, he did it casually (as possible) when they were watching tv. even though satoru knew because he accidentally found his empty testosterone gel in the trash one day. he didn’t bring it up because he wanted suguru to come out on his own terms, not because a silly tube fell out of his garbage can mid chore.

suguru was relieved when satoru didn’t react negatively, giving him a long hug. they cuddled the rest of the night in satoru’s bed, watching old minecraft music video compilations before drifting asleep.

a few months after, suguru was finally comfortable and ready to show his naked body to satoru. satoru had to sit on his hands to make sure he didn’t immediately start touching suguru after he took his shirt off. he sat there, admiring how fit suguru was. suguru revealing he never got top surgery since his chest was small to begin with, so all he worked on was getting his chest muscles bigger with weightlifting. and it worked, beautifully. when he finally gave satoru the go ahead, he immediately kissed up and down his abdomen. worshipping every mole and stretch mark on his stomach and chest.

when suguru is ready to fuck satoru, he lets him prep his pussy so that way it doesn’t hurt during his first time. satoru almost gets lost in how pretty his pussy is. it looks like it was sculpted by michelangelo, satoru is almost too afraid to touch it thinking it’ll break.

he lets suguru ride, letting him be in control of his first time. satoru just lays back in his sheets, watching suguru’s face contort in pleasure as he uses his cock to get himself off. satoru has to hold back everything in him to not dig his nails into suguru’s hips and take over at the scene in front of his eyes. he watches as his cock glides in and out of suguru’s cunt, a ring of cream starting to form at the base, dripping down his balls.

suguru does a mix of riding and grinding, trying to find his g-spot with satoru’s cock. his mind is starting to feel hazy, not fully prepared for just how good satoru’s cock feels in him. he’d been dreaming of it ever since their first beach trip. ogling at satoru’s lean but muscular physique, his swim trunks resting a bit lower than normal, showing off the top of his white happy trail.

satoru notices suguru starting to get frustrated, not really sure how to angle themselves so they can get the max amount of pleasure.

“do you want me to take over?”

suguru nods, satoru wrapping his arms around suguru’s waist before laying him down on the bed.

after some minor adjustments, satoru starts to fuck suguru. the two share passionate kisses, suguru leaving love bites and bruises all along satoru’s shoulder and neck as his cock hits his sweet spot. satoru has to practically white knuckle his sheets, trying his best not to cum before suguru.

suguru doesn’t last much longer now that satoru’s pelvis rubs against his clit. his orgasm hitting him like a bus as his pussy grips satoru’s cock. broken moans and “satoru”’s spilling out of suguru’s mouth as satoru keeps thrusting, this time a bit slower to allow suguru to fully ride out and enjoy his orgasm.

satoru leans back a bit, watching suguru’s fucked out face as he orgasms. his moans and whimpers filling the room along with the obscene noises their bodies are making when satoru finally finishes. satoru buries his face in the crook of suguru’s neck, leaving small bites and kisses as he slides his dick out, cumming all over suguru’s entrance and clit.

“you didn’t have to pull out you know,” suguru mentions softly in satoru’s ear. the two now cuddling after satoru had cleaned him up with a warm, damp towel.

“i didn’t wanna assume.” satoru says while he twirls suguru’s hair between his fingers, his partner’s fingers lightly rubbing up and down his back as he holds him against his chest.

“i had my tubes cut years ago.”

satoru smiles against suguru’s neck, already thinking about future things to do to his boyfriend.

[su0su]

somebody.

bangchan x gender neutral reader

angst/fluff

wc: 877

i was listening to this song as i wrote this, the music just gave me this vibe.

it was in the middle of lunch at school, i wasnt really feeling myself as i sighed, sitting alone on a bench.

i like sitting here since nobody really comes here. theres blossom trees and bushes that cut off everything. cherry blossom petals scattered around the ground. the petals would fall as the wind blows. it was comforting here. i zoned out as i was listening to music.

everybody had a somebody, a best friend or a lover, although i didnt. i never had a somebody. i did have friends, but they always had a pair. i feel like im missing something. its like i dont understand how to get a somebody. its just, different.

i was distracted by my music from my headphones, looking at the nature around me as i sighed. not realising somebody was sitting next to me.

"hey."

a soft voice surprised me out of my thoughts as i looked to the side to see chan. chan was a mutual friend i had. we dont talk much. he wasnt my somebody.

"oh hey."

my voice was abit groggy as i took a sip of my waterbottle to clear my throat.

"you know, you always look like you have something in your mind."

his voice was soft spoken, i could see him looking around as he leaned back to look up at the sky.

"i do, although i rather not talk about it."

i sighed as i took off my headphones and fixed myself up.

"your always alone... am i correct?"

i look at the side in his direction. was it that obvious? how embarrassing.

"... um... yeah.. i guess you could say that."

my words were abit shakey as i cleared my throat.

"what goes through your head then?"

he looked at my eyes as i thought about his question.

"uhm well... alot."

i looked away as i bit my lip as i began to fiddle with my fingers

"over here is calming, i can see why you hang out here alone"

he was still looking at me. why was he here? why did he know I come here often?

"its just better being here then over where everybody else hangs out. i dont like seeing people with others having fun. it makes me feel jealous"

i sighed as i brought up my legs and wrapped my arms around them. sitting comfortably as i look infront of me, pretty cherry blossom trees rustle from the wind.

"jealous? whys that?"

there was a hint of confusion and concern in his voice. i bit my lip. was i really going to vent to somebody? he isnt my somebody, though.. right...?

"everybody has a somebody. a close friend or something. i just never had one. my whole life i was confused on why i didnt have a somebody. i just hated seeing others get along in duos. its always two people. never three. trios dont work."

i looked down at the ground as my eyes began to tear up. why am i crying? this is embarrassing.

chan sighed as he thought about my words. feeling pity as he looked up at the blossom trees.

"right. i understand, it must suck seeing that, now i get why you sit here. do you ever think you would get a somebody?"

i stopped to think. i never really thought about that before.

"no i dont think so. im pretty convinced i dont and wont have a somebody."

"i can be your somebody."

i look at him as i was confused.

"what..?"

chan looked down and then to my eyes. he bit his lip and thought about what he said. then opening his mouth.

"ive been observing you for awhile. not in a weird way.. its just.. i always wanted to know what goes in your mind. you never speak much to people and always draw in class in your sketchbook... i just think about you alot... i wonder about alot of things about you."

his voice was anxious as he fiddled with his fingers. scared of what you were going to say.

"you.. think about me..? but why me though...?"

i didnt understand why he observed me only. why did he want to know more? does he actually want to be.. my somebody?

"im into you ever since i laid my eyes on you. its just i want to know more about you. more stuff about you personally. so i can fall inlove with you even more.. i want to be your somebody."

he looked deep into my eyes as i was surprised by his words. he.. was inlove with me?

"i always watch you in class. you little habits make me smile. everything you do is just perfect in my eyes."

he sighed as he looked down at his hands. scared of what i would say.

i began to tear up as i had never heard this before. it felt different.

"chan.. i.. i dont think ive heard words like that being told to me.. ever.."

i chuckled nervously as i wiped my tears.

he was surprised but glad. he heard you chuckle for the first time, and it made him flush. he smiled as he looked up at me.

"may i be your somebody?"

part 2 maybe?? dunno its like 5am and i havent slept

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Week Three: Masterlist

Week Three is over! We're over halfway finished now. You all did so great, and I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 7 prompts and there were 53 total entries: 52 Fics Written, 0 Pieces of Art & 1 Other Works submitted.

Don't forget there is also an AO3 Collection if you'd like to use it!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day Fourteen: And the Winner Is...

Fic Submissions:

take a break to win by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 773 | CW: exhaustion | Tags: overworking, famous corroded coffin, friendship

JULY 14: and the winner is... by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 982 | CW: Strong language, a lot of American football talk and subsequent confusion | Tags: Jeff (Richardson is his last name in this particular story), Eddie, Gareth and Grant, and one very badass Violet Richardson, Jeff's eldest daughter

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 14 - And the Winner Is... by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 616 | Tags: Angst, brief FOI references, introduction of Phil the Manager, Wayne being the best uncle/dad in the world

Getaway Car by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Mild Sexual Themes, Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Steve is to Corroded Coffin Music Videos as Alicia Silverstone was to Aerosmith Videos in the 90s

My Occupation is Syncopation by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Steddie (background) | Tags: banter, Gareth wears glasses, not as often as he should, 90s Corroded Coffin

Day 14: And the Winner Is… by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 518 | CW: mention of poverty and bullying | Pairing: Jason Carver x Tammy Thompson (bear with me here) | Tags: Jason Carver, Tammy Thompson, Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, Grammys, 1990s

The New Generation by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | Pairing: Hellcheer | Tags: It's time for a new generation to take on the talent show at Hawkins Middle School

Day Fifteen: Let's Talk About That Fic Submissions:

homework by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 990 | CW: none | Tags: therapy, gareth pov, personal growth, self-discovery

JULY 15: let's talk about that by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Dustin Henderson. That’s pretty much it. He’s the content warning. Eddie should know better than to listen to his wildly overconfident ideas. There’s also a mention of fire and injury, but no one is seriously hurt. | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Hellfire boys, Nancy Wheeler

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 15 - Let's Talk About That by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 994 | Tags: Older!Eddie, Wayne, Angst, hurt no comfort, death and grief, Eddie-centric, dialogue heavy, Jo pulls a Flanagan for the umpteenth time

Got You Good, Kid by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: CW: Language, Smoking, Mentions of Unplanned Pregnancy, Eddie Being a Bit Lot of a Dick | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/OFC (Off-Screen), Background Steddie | Tags: Modern Day Setting, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Eddie and Gareth are BFFs, But Gareth's Keeping Secrets, So They're Fighting, Fucking Interviewers, Fucking Paparazzi, Fucking Eddie

Day 15: Let's Talk About That by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 877 | CW: mention of vomiting and getting sick (not described), stage fright, takes place in 2024, older Corroded Coffin, loosely based on Joseph Quinn's Tonight Show experience | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, talk show, flashbacks

Stream Punk by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Modern AU - Corroded Coffin hosts a live stream and fans notice you walk through the background

Day Sixteen: Struggling Fic Submissions:

always struggling by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 971 | CW: none | Tags: steddie, post-break up, modern era, open ending but assume they get back together, pre-famous corroded coffin

JULY 16: struggling by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 911 | CW: Strong language, tiny bit of angst, surgery mention but no graphic depictions of, don't worry | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 16 - Struggling by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 901 | Tags: Modern!Corroded Coffin, Older!Corrded Coffin, memes, friendship, bickering and banter, pop culture/social media reference (link at the end of the fic)

Headlines by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Substance Abuse, Addiction, Minor Mention of Pregnancy | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC, Off-Screen), Minor Steddie | Tags: Clawing Your Way Out Of Rock Bottom, Tough Love, But Love

Day 16: Struggling by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 877 | CW: drug abuse (cocaine), alcohol abuse, addiction, some comfort | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, Corroded Coffin, Wayne Munson, addiction, drug and alcohol abuse, tour life

Disenchanted Lullaby by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: depression, chronic pain, referenced drug use | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Eddie Munson, slice of life, introspection, the comedown after touring, loneliness, ennui

This One's For You by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 658 | CW: Language | Tags: A letter from Eddie to you. Yes, YOU.

Day Seventeen: "This One's For You" Fic Submissions:

love doesn't wait by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 685 | CW: implied/referenced sex | Tags: famous corroded coffin, side steddie, jeff's love story, love confessions

Serenade by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie

JULY 17: this one's for you by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 969 | CW: Grief, loss of a friend | Tags: Hurt/no comfort, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Elliot

Stayin' Alive by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Mention of Pre-Robin/Vickie | Tags: Post S4, But Eddie Lives, But Is Still Recovering, Getting Together, First Kiss, The Band Has a Surprise For Eddie at The Hideout, Steve Harrington Just Wants To Help, Henderson Too

Know When To Hold 'em by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: death of a parent, depression, grief, referenced drug abuse | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Wayne Munson, Eddie needs a hug, protective Steve, hurt/comfort

Day 17: This One's For You by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 541 | CW: I cried writing this, canon-compliant, breaking the fourth wall | Tags: Eddie Munson, love letter, fanfic writers

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 17 - This One's For You by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 638 | Tags: Grief, Peace, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Intentionally Left Vague, Character Death (You can read it as Eddie visiting his mom OR Jeff visiting Eddie.)

Rock 'n Roll All Night (Or Until Bedtime) by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 1000 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Snowed in during a blizzard, Eddie’s daughter Eliza proves just how like him she is.

Day Eighteen: Freak Fic Submissions:

Get Lucky by @mrsjellymunson | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: longing, self-deprecation, ogling, allusions to sex | POV: Grant (Unnamed Freak) | Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, The Hideout

frankie by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 930 | CW: temporary character death | Tags: canon-adjacent events, frankie pov, eddie munson lives

JULY 18: grant by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: chronic illness, celiac disease (which was fucking hard to get a diagnosis in the 90s), a tiny mention of weight loss if you squint, food aversion | Tags: Grant (Unnamed Freak), Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, gn!Reader

Charles III by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: None | Tags: Band Practice, Goodie & Gareth, The Birth of a Nickname, He's Goodie Goodwin the First

The fourth member of the band by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 994 | CW: None | Pairing: Freak & Eddie

Day 18: Freak by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 643 | CW: canon scene, Grant (Freak) is neurodivergent, anxiety | Tags: Grant, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Hellfire, Corroded Coffin

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 18 - Freak by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 961 | Tags: Friendship, new friends, a bit of self deprecation, teenage angst, typical teenage snark, Freak #3 is named Dave, whats the friendship thing where you think someone's a raging bitch/asshole and then that ends up being your best friend? yeah that...

Hello, I've Waited Here For You by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: period typical attitudes to women, period typical homophobia, internalised fat shaming, period typical sexism, sexist language | POV: Matt (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie, Matt/OC | Tags: Falling in love, CC is a family, secret relationship

That's Not My Name by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 687 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Why is it that no one knows his name?

Other Submissions:

Eugene Faulkner: Fluff Alphabet @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: None | Pairing: Eugene Faulkner x Reader (no assumed gender)

Day Nineteen: In the Garage Fic Submissions:

from garage to library by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 930 | CW: mild language | Tags: they're really just trying to make it, they're all idiots

JULY 19: in the garage by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Some douchebag neighbor (typical Hawkins), strong language. No slurs but the dude isn’t real nice. Hashtag SatanicPanic | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Tim Emerson, Douchebag neighbor Marty (def not based on a real life douchebag neighbor Marty from my childhood or anything, nooo)

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 19 - In the Garage by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 690 | Tags: Older!Corroded Coffin (it's the late 90s...), the pure boys will be boys energy, car speak thats probably wrong

Sweet Talkin' Lola by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: S4, "Welcome to Hellfire" Missing Scene, Misheard Lyrics, Band Practice

Day 19: In the Garage by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 732 | CW: Principal Higgins is an ass, anxiety about being accepted, divergent from FoI | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Principal Higgins, Corroded Coffin

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 322 | Pairing: None

Check Him Out by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 977 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | Tags: Eddie gets a nice surprise at work when you come in with a car problem.

Day Twenty: Under the Covers Fic Submissions:

under the covers by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: E | WC: 962 | CW: angst with an unhappy/open ending | Tags: friends with benefits, gareth/eddie, unrequited feelings, anal sex, mention of steddie

JULY 20: under the covers by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 944 | CW: Protected p in v sex, angsty sex, the accidental slip of someone else’s name | Tags: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader, Gareth x unnamed female groupie

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 20 - Under the Covers by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 937 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC | Tags: Unofficial official Hymn of Heaven, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Eddie is simping hard, Fluff, allusion to monsters and nightmares, DnD references

Louisiana Rain by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex, Brief Mentions of Past Trauma/Loss | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC) | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Marriage, Post-Corroded Coffin, Gareth & Eddie are BFFs, Traveling Sucks, Delayed Flights, Coming Home, That Middle of the Night Quiet

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 308 | Pairing: None

Day 20: Under the Covers by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 656 | CW: None | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Erica Sinclair, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, birthday party, cover band

Safe Haven by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 922 | CW: fear of thunderstorms | Pairing: None | Tags: fear of thunderstorms

Rambin' Gamblin' Man by @dreamwatch | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: period typical homophobia (alluded to) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: secret relationship, sharp suits, Steve Harrington is stupid for Eddie Munson, Fluff but make it lustful

[milestacy]

wanted a lil domestic fluff with hobie brown and I decided to add a small twist to the end.

contents. hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, hobie making you breakfast, small plot twist, reader’s gender not specified.

wc. 877. requests. masterlist.

It should have been ironic. It was ironic, getting a brown apartment with Hobie Brown.

Nevermind, the word was completely wrong, ironic meant something similar to ‘opposite’ and getting a brown apartment with Hobie Brown was congruent to his last name. But you were never the expert with words, no. Hobie was. Especially when it came to his music. But you didn’t have to worry so much about words. It wasn’t important in your line of work.

You asked do you like it? When you first bought it even though it wasn’t actually his and you didn’t actually live with Hobie Brown.

I like it, he said. His eyes have already been hanging up posters on the light brown walls as they moved around the room, painting them in his gaze completely. Well, not completely. There had to be some place you could hide yourself.

You didn’t actually live with Hobie Brown but you had to ask because he comes and crashes all the time. Not that it was a bad thing—yes, your flesh was pressed so deeply into your rib cage when he would jump into bed on top of you, not with you, his weight completely compressing you into a third of whatever space you normally took up. You always let him because you had to, else he could find out.

Make it simple, he would say, when he would try to make you pancakes for breakfast every morning but it always tasted so off you never finished everything. Neither did he. Sometimes, it wasn’t because it tasted bad.

But you disagree. It’s never simple. Good things in life never come so simply to you.

I know, he replied. And he smiled. Shirtless and still gutting his pancakes with a fork, he chortled. But aren’t I a good thing?

Of course you are, you rebutted. Your pancakes still laid half finished on the white ceramic plate. A colorful yet very blackened poster of The Beatles hung over your very slim dining table.

The news buzzed softly in the background but you heard it like the bustling cries of London; a museum is under attack.

Your fingers gripped the chipped wood. Your hands and arms were steel screwed to your chair but the rest of your body was electrified.

And us, he began, getting out of his seat so abruptly the entire table shook.

We are simple, right?

Your mouth hung open, lips quivering at the empty ice holding your jaw apart.

Hobie, I have to go.

And then you correct yourself, because in this line of work, you always have to. There’s always a tunnel you have to go through, one dark and grimy, because if you swing up and leave in the light of day the world will collapse. Specifically your world.

Go ummm … change.

You rushed into your room, table clattering at your movement.

Into your spiderman suit?

Your hands slipped from the door, a screeching halt, not just to your legs but to the blood coursing through you, ice cold, the hairs on your arm now stretching for any sign of warmth.

Your eyes flickered. They’re glassy because your eyelids close over them and feel a fragile but rigid surface. You see the ghost of all the furniture in your room, and they’re dancing.

You turn.

He’s standing there as if the ground didn’t shake. As if the walls didn’t collapse. He’s so skinny, you imagined a pile of bones might lay where he once stood after he’d dropped that shattering weight.

Make it simple, he repeated again.

It’s okay.

But your knees were still bent, because you fear that if you stand completely straight you’ll find you can’t handle your own weight. Your hands moistened every surface it swept. He stood there looking.

Hobie, it’s not simple. Something cold hits your cheek.

I know, he said. He took a step forward, and you couldn’t take a step back. He’s holding his hands up like he’s the one being held at gunpoint.

I know.

Another step forward. His hands go a little higher, and he’s showing you his palms.

That’s why you gotta make it simple.

And now his hand was cupping yours, and his hand is slipping into your moist palms and now his fingers are curled around your hand.

You forgot just how long his arms were, how lanky and tall he’d been.

You’re stressed.

He gave your hand a little squeeze.

You care about these people.

The reporter’s boxy voice rings over the shock. But the shock muzzles it right back into the carpeted floors.

That’s all it is.

He drew closer. He casted his shadow on you, and it was dark for a moment and you finally felt warmth encase you when his shadow rose over you like a blanket.

His lips met your cheek, colder than you thought it would be, and he almost took a piece of you with him when he was finished.

There’s nothing else to it.

His grip loosened on your hand.

He looked past you and cocked his head a little to the left of you.

The window sat with the wind in its hair, sitting open and pretty with faint colors of buildings shining through it.

Of course it’s simple.

[layla4567]

Hello! may request a Hunter D-90 x reader fluff/angst fanfiction?

Hi, sure 😊 sorry for answering a bit late

HOT COCOA

Hunter D-90 x GN!reader

Summary: Your job at the TVA is to be in the offices, filing boring papers, yet whenever there is a mission they assign you along with D-90. You've never been able to get so many words out of him, but a hot chocolate machine will change things.

Warnings: none, fluff

WC: 877

A/N: This may be a bit short since he is a fairly secondary character in my opinion and he doesn't have many dialogues so it is difficult to work with it, I'm sorry 😓 (If you want to request another character from Loki series, please do 😊)

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You were sitting in your small space near the shelves where the files were kept, your table was a mess of jumbled papers but you tried to maintain order as best as possible. To make the work more enjoyable you hummed a song while rhythmically moving your foot trying not to see the time on the wall clock every two seconds. Suddenly you heard footsteps nearby but you didn't even look up to see who it was until he was in front of you looking at you.

“How are you doing with that y/n?"

When you heard his voice you already knew who it was, you raised your head to see Mobius smiling kindly at you, he with his heart of gold always cared about the other workers and that they were not too stressed.

"I do what I can"- you sighed, trying to make a joke.

"Well, look, try not to overexert yourself, okay? You're doing well anyway, you've already completed half the work."

You accidentally looked at your table and he was right, without realizing it you had already come a long way.

"Hey, why don't you take a break or eat something? Come on, you deserve it."-He said, tapping his knuckles on the table.

"Thank you Mobius, I will take your advice"-you laughed softly

Mobius gave you a big smile as he walked away with his hands on his hips. You rubbed your eyes, yawning slightly as you stood up from the seat and stretched your muscles, sitting for so long was exhausting and painful. With a tired step you headed towards the halls of the TVA and saw D-90 standing guard as always with a face so serious that he looked like a bulldog. You stopped to greet him.

"Hello D-90, good to see you"-You waved a hand with a smile like little kids would.

He just nodded at you without even smiling. You wondered why he was always like that, he always seemed angry although that didn't mean he didn't like you. You suddenly remembered all the times you joined him on a mission, he also behaved like that.

"Ok and how's everything going huh?"-You said something uncomfortable because of his cold attitude.

He, without saying anything again, just shrugged his shoulders, making a face. Great, you thought, at that rate you won't be able to snatch a hello from him. Suddenly you turned your head and saw the machine at the end of the hallway that served drinks, you soon remembered that in a few minutes you should go back to work, maybe a coffee would be good for you to stay awake. Suddenly you remembered that you could also choose hot cocoa in the machine and an idea came to your mind.

"Hey, do you want something to drink? I'm on my rest, come on, I'll buy you something."

He frowned and opened his mouth to murmur something when you tiredly rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him to the machine.

"Come on! Drinking something won't hurt you!"

D-90 reluctantly followed you without getting rid of his frown, he followed you with heavy steps and you had to make an effort to move him. He looked like a child refusing to go anywhere. Finally the vintage machine was in front of you, there were several options: Tea, coffee, hot cocoa and soup. You chose a strong coffee for you and a hot cocoa for him. With the glasses in both your hands, you turned to hand him his when he raised a hand and shook his head, pursing his lips.

"Please just take it, think of it as a gift from me to you."-you said with the best of your smiles

"It's just…"-he started talking and you were surprised because he finally said something.

"I've never tried hot cocoa"

He said it almost embarrassed and you opened your mouth and eyes in great surprise and the coffee almost fell out of your hands. Have you never tried hot cocoa? What did this man feed on then?! You shook your head trying to downplay it and without adding anything you handed him his glass, he looked at it and smelled it and then looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you just closed your eyes and nodded.

He slowly approached his lips to the glass overflowing with the sweet liquid and when he finished tasting it he looked at you, opening his eyes wide, it seemed that his serious and grumpy facade had completely fallen, he had liked the cocoa! You clapped happily, resting your glass on the machine for a moment and for the first time he smiled with a smile as genuine and tender as a child in a toy store, you had never seen him like that.

Smiling you took your glass and walked down the hallway heading to another place to tour the TVA while you rested when his voice made you turn around.

"Thanks for the drink."

He continued smiling happily and you smiled back tenderly.

"My pleasure"

You left there, leaving a D-90 very different from when you had seen him when you got there, one who drank his cocoa as if there were no worries in the world or the sacred timeline.

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.2

No, you didn't miss one. Chapter 1 is here, it just wasn't labeled because it was a what-if drabble that snowballed. Like the drabble that kicked off Feral Instincts

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 877

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, and some steamy bathroom shenanigans

It was a couple hours before Geralt showed up again, his shoulders tense, his dark shirt even darker with blood from a gash across his chest.

“He a stain?” Sy asked as he walked into the cabin but Geralt shook his head with a grunt.

“Lost him at an access road.” He said, heading up the stairs after a brief look at Stephanie who had jumped up from the couch when he walked in.

“Are you okay?” She asked and he nodded, but didn’t otherwise respond. She hesitated a moment before she followed him, finding him in the bathroom, his shirt off and thrown into the wastebasket by the sink. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” He asked, examining the long cut on his chest in the mirror.

“This is my fault.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Jordan is--”

“A Feral.” Geralt said, “They’re violent and unpredictable. If it hadn’t been me, it might have been you. He handled the knife like he knew what he was doing.” She was quiet for a long moment.

“How bad is it?”

“Looks worse than it is.” He said and she walked further into the bathroom.

“Sit.” She said and he looked at her, “Let me take a look at it.”

“You don’t--”

“Sit. Down.” She said and he blinked at her quickly before sitting on the closed toilet lid, watching as she opened the cabinet above the sink, finding the first aid kit in there. Rifling through the plastic box, she dug out the alcohol wipes, gauze, medical tape, and antibiotic ointment. “Washcloths?”

“Under the sink.” She bent slightly, grabbing one and turning the tap on hot, soaking the rag and wringing it out. Going over to him, he watched her evenly as she wiped the blood from his skin gently, trying the best she could to clean it from his chest hair.

“You won’t need stitches.”

“I know.” He said simply, keeping his hands on his thighs lest he did anything stupid like touch her. “You deal with injuries often?”

“Played rugby in high school and college.” She said simply, “Mom wasn’t the greatest and dad wasn’t around for most of it, so whenever I got minor injuries, I treated them myself. Cuts, scrapes, those kinds of things.” He just hummed at her. “It’s stopped bleeding, but I won’t be able to bandage it without you shaving the hair from around it, unless you want to deal with medical tape ripping the hair out of your chest.”

“I’ll deal.” He said, the corner of his lips perking up slightly. He hadn’t taken his eyes from her as she worked, even as she swiped the alcohol wipe over the cut to clean it, the muscle of his chest jumping slightly at the sting. “Never got your name.”

“Oh, yeah, you weren’t here when introductions were made.” Stephanie said, “Stephanie.” She finally met his eyes and there was a moment before she looked away, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.

“Stephanie.” He said and she looked at him again. Something moved behind his eyes and she blinked slightly in surprise. He stood, making her back up a step, almost towering over her. His eyes moved over her slowly and he reached up, his hand sliding over her jaw and back into her hair making her gasp gently. An odd feeling, like fur sliding over her mind made her shudder and he hummed again, his head tilting to the side as a slight furrow creased his brow.

“What…” She asked, her eyes closing and she felt him lean into her, could hear him scent the air around her before he angled her head to the side and buried his face in the bend of her neck, breathing in deep. A strangle rumble made his chest shake and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him tight as he took her scent in again deep into his lungs. Her hands wrapped around his biceps and she whimpered slightly as his palm flattened against her back, keeping them flush together.

“Stephanie.” He whispered, his lips pressing against her skin and if it wasn’t for his arm around her waist, her legs would have given out from under her. “Fuck.” His hand slipped under her t-shirt, smoothing along her skin and she breathed in, his scent filling her nose, making her fingers curl against his biceps. He smelled like trees and earth, but also like the air right before a heavy snowfall, cold and clean. That feeling of fur slid over her mind again, heavier this time, and a lightning quick image of a massive white wolf flashed over her mind’s eye.

Geralt pulled away from her neck, resting his forehead against hers and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“My wolf knows you, Stephanie.” He said, “It wants you. I want you. Can I have you?”

“Y--”

“You two look cozy.” Sy’s voice from the doorway snapped them back to reality and he stepped back as she pushed, watching her flee the bathroom, moving around Sy. “Expected somethin’ like that from Mikey, not you. He’s been givin’ her heart eyes since they met.”

“She’s my Mate.” Geralt said, his hands flat against the cold stone of the countertop.

“What?”

“She’s my Mate.”

[sciencelings-writes]

Happy Narumitsu Day and WIP Wednesday, here's a gay little (877 wc) snippet from my Fem!Phoenix fic

“Wright… Are you sure you’re well enough to be doing this?” Edgeworth hesitated to return her attorney's badge as its owner rolled her eyes. 

“Actually, my fever has gone down quite a bit. I’m only at a hundred and two now.” Phoenix pulled out a convincing grin, which was interrupted by a coughing fit that lasted long enough to dismiss her point of being well enough to get back to her job. 

“Always the stubbornest of women…” Edgeworth teased with a barely-there smile. 

“You’re the last person I want to hear that from,” She huffed breathlessly, taking a moment to allow her oxygen levels to normalize. She glared at the change of clothes that she had brought to Hazakura Temple that Laury brought up to the hospital. 

Her shoulders ached just thinking about the struggle it was going to be to thread her arms through the sleeves and button it up with only the use of one arm. She had tried to reach her free hand behind her head enough to anxiously scratch her neck and had decided quite quickly that she wasn’t going to do that until her bruises healed up. 

Damn, she hadn’t been able to even brush through her hair since she had taken the plunge into the killer rapids, she could not appear in court without her thick mane of black hair tamed. Typically she liked to weave it into a tight french braid, using a little gel to make all the edges look extra sharp. The look was professional but also unique. She had seen it post-eagle river in the bathroom mirror and nearly winced at the mess it had become. Just another thing she would have to deal with before she left the hospital. 

“Do you… need help?” Miles’ voice shot through her train of thought, her cheeks noticeably tinted pink.

“Yeah,” Phoenix sighed, clearly defeated, “Yeah, I think I do.” 

Which was how Phoenix found herself having a bit of a crisis, and not even of the kind she was used to. No, this crisis was about 18 years in the making, starting as babies first crush into the beast it was after all this time. Because even after everything Edgeworth has put her through, she was still completely hopeless when it came to her. 

It started with a brush running through her hair, interrupted by a firm hand that kept the tugging from reaching her tender scalp, extra sensitive due to her illness. The slight graze of manicured nails made her shiver just as much as her fever had. Oh dear, she was not going to survive this. 

“You’re fortunate that ‘falling through a bridge into a raging river’ is a good excuse for this travesty,” Edgeworth’s snide words being softened by how gentle her hands were.

“What do you mean? It looks like this every time I wake up,” Phoenix almost succeeded in keeping her voice even as Miles’ fingertips combed through the hair at her temple. She was pretty sure that wasn’t necessary and at this point, the prosecutor was just doing it to torture her. At least she could blame the flush of her face on her fever. 

“Good lord…” The other woman audibly rolled her eyes. 

Phoenix’s only distraction was the transcript of the day's court proceedings that she unfortunately had to miss. She would’ve loved witnessing Miles attempting to cross-examine Laury. That was all she envied though, everything else about the trial seemed extremely nervewracking.

“I seem to recall your preference for tying your hair up, is that something you want?” Miles’ voice interupted her mental creation of a to-do list of things to investigate. 

“Normally I would, but I don’t think it’ll help my headache,” just the slight pulling of the brush had made her wince several times, regardless of the care Miles took. “Though I kind of want to cash in on that offer later, I bet with Franziska as a sister you were forced to learn a decent variety of complicated hairstyles.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong, though Franziska took her title of older sister very seriously so it was mostly me on the receiving end of her hair experiments. Culturally it is popular for German women to be adorned in braids, at least in traditional settings, so I did end up learning my fair share. Perhaps if you are ever in need of something elaborate I could be of some use.” Miles threaded her fingers through Phoenix’s hair one last time, checking for any final snags, though it made the defense attorney's mind go blank for a moment. 

“Hmmm, now I’m wishing I got invited to more fancy parties…” Phoenix spoke after a moment too long of silence. 

“Nevertheless, your hair looks nice down,” Miles stated like it was a fact, clearly ignoring how her scalp was sweaty from the fever and how it had last been washed with river water. The way it had naturally dried pressed up against a pillow gave it a curl wilder than the curl made by the memory of a full day bound in a tight braid. 

“Let’s get you dressed,” The woman lightly patted Phoenix’s back as she turned to the bag of clothes Laury brought up.

Oh... Phoenix had forgotten about that part.

[mooodyblue]

Hey please can you write Austin butler x little reader where reader has a tantrum and is rude to Austin and she’s really upset and austin cheers her up then it’s basically fluff :))

ty for the request! hope u enjoy <3

wc: 877

masterlist

it was that time of the month when austin went and attempted to wash every plushie you owned. there was usually no fight to get the plushies into the wash, up until he had to take away your favorite puppy stuffie that you were incredibly attached to. you loved to mindlessly chew the ear all the time and dragged that thing everywhere you went in the house, even outside. that thing needed a bath desperately.

austin had prayed, hoping you wouldn't be little when it came time to gather everything up for the wash. unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you'd slipped after breakfast before he could even gather your plushies together. 

he watched as you lay on the floor on your stomach, drawing a picture with the one plushie he needed tucked under your chest. he needed to come up with a plan to get that thing in the wash and immediately. but how could he do it without you getting mad? he took a deep breath and sighed, sitting up slightly. “hey baby? can you let daddy do something?” 

you let out a small hum in response as you continued to draw on the piece of paper. 

“think you'll let daddy take your puppy and run him in the wash? i think he needs a little bath.” he asked, nervously. 

you turned your head to glare at him, “no.” 

“you'll get him back quickly, i promise. please?” he begged. 

“no.” 

austin wasn't going to give up that easy, he finally got you to leave the plushie behind when you went to use the bathroom, leaving the small puppy on the couch. he eyed the plushie and picked it up quickly, rushing to the washer to toss him in and mumbling a quick apology in the process, turning it on and rushing back to the couch. you returned with a grin on your face, excited to get back to your loving daddy. 

it took you some time to notice that he was gone. in the middle of snuggling with austin, you went to scoop up your plush friend, only to find him not there. “daddy, puppy’s gone.” 

“huh? oh.” he sat up, “did you misplace him?” 

“i left him here!” you exclaimed as you threw all the pillows off the couch. “daddy, where is he? i need him! where did he go?” 

“i-” he stuttered. “d-did you drop him somewhere?” 

“no! i left him on the couch-” you stopped in your tracks, slowly moving your head to look at austin. “daddy.” 

austin looked away, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head nervously. 

“you took my puppy! where is he?!” 

he laughed nervously, “well….he said he wanted a bath, okay? so i-” 

tears began to pool in your eyes, the loss of comfort your favorite plushie already starting to make you feel uncomfortable. “i need him back now.” you whined. 

austin sighed, “i’m sorry, angel. you're gonna have to wait another forty minutes, i promise you'll be happy when he's all nice and clean.” 

the anger in your system was unbearable. how could austin do that to you? you picked up a pillow and softly hit his side with it, “mean!” you hit him again, austin throwing his hands up to shield himself. “daddy’s mean!” 

“hey!” he blocked his face as you hit him, finally taking the pillow away. “that's not nice, y/n.” he understood your frustration. having a comfort item taken away from you like that wasn't the greatest feeling ever, but unfortunately it had to be done just for a little while. “i know you hate being away from him but it's not for forever, i promise.” 

you frowned, “promise? you'll give him back?”

he pulled you on his lap, sitting you on his knee. “have i ever broken a promise?” 

“no….” you replied quietly. 

“that's right. with just a little patience, you'll have your friend back in no time.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you can hold onto me as long as you need to, just don't chew my ear, that's all i ask.” 

you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him tightly and going back to your cartoons. time flew by fast and the sound of beeps coming from the dryer caused you to sit up, looking at austin. “alright, let's go see if he's dry. c'mon.” you nodded and hopped off his lap as you followed him to the dryer, watching him open it and dig out your beloved puppy stuffie. 

“look who it is! what's that?” he brought the plushie to his ear, “oh really?...” 

“what'd he say? is he okay?” you asked, tugging at austin's arm. 

“he said he missed you! and he said thank you for giving me a nice bath, he needed it! now i think someone needs a hug.” he handed you the plushie, smiling as you immediately took it and hugged it tightly. 

the fresh scent and warmth brought you the much-needed comfort you missed so dearly. you pressed a kiss to his nose and hugged it tightly to your chest. “thank you for making him clean.” you pecked austin's cheek and skipped away happily, warming austin's heart as he began taking your other plushies out of the dryer.

[stellari-s]

Hi! I love your ithaqua stories and headcanons!

I want to give my request about ithaqua x fem reader werewolf, He goes in the woods and found the seriously injured werewolf and helps him.

If you don't want to do it, nothing happens! <3

🌕

hi, silvi (is it ok to call you this-)! thank you so much - it really means a lot to me that you like what i write 🥹🙏

request; yes, by @silvi-otaku 💕 and requests are open! there's a bit of a queue, but they're open. so send them in if you have any!

wc; 877.

tags; comfort, a bit of angst toward the end, werewolf! reader, pre-manor! ithaqua, i wrote this while sick 🫠

summary; injured from having been ambushed, you collapse in the wintry forest. from your periphery though you see a warm lantern light...

tonight marks the night of a lunar eclipse.

during these times, poachers roam freely in the forest for anything “exotic” - supposedly that includes you. though you don’t have a specific name to call what you are, humans have coined the term werewolf.

a person who can turn into a wolf once a month, when the moon is full.

that is you.

you were originally in a pack, but having been ambushed by a group of poachers, you find yourself not only separated, but also injured. an arrow is embedded in the flesh of your leg, forcing you to walk at a limp.

there isn’t a way to pull out the arrow, but you figure doing so could make the bleeding worse, so you grit your teeth and persist with it dig into your skin. the aching turns into a sharp sting every time you put weight on that leg, however, and you can’t stop a whimper.

the cold winter wind helps numb the pain a bit, but it also makes it hard to breathe and see well in front of you, flurries of snowflakes obscuring your vision.

occasionally, you look back, a part of you hoping to see any familiar faces but also making sure there are no more poachers in the area, chasing after you in your vulnerable state.

exhaustion eventually starts to make your eyelids heavy. you collapse down to the ground, your breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

your consciousness starts to fade away, black specking your vision… but before you black out, you can make out what looks like two thin blades on the ground. you can see that the snow, originally tinted a dark blue by the night, now has a warm orangish hue.

such a pretty color…

that is your last thought before you doze off, letting the calm blackness blanket your vision.

you don’t know exactly how long you are out.

was it just several minutes? or perhaps several hours had passed?

you also feel strangely warm. were you not in the middle of a snowstorm just some time ago?

confused and disoriented, you slowly open your eyes. at first, your vision is blurry, but eventually it hits you that you’re in some kind of cabin. it has a simple interior: a single bed, situated against the wall near a window that showed snowflakes silently falling down, with little sign of wind disturbances. a round wooden table with two chairs set opposite of each other. a hearth is also on the wall, and a rocking chair is nearby. it’s not lit though - the room is illuminated by a simple lantern.

where is this?

just as you think this, a figure approaches you, holding some fresh gauze. the first thing you notice about him is his light blue eyes that reminds you of a clear sky during the day, which complements his pale skin and platinum hair.

“are you awake?” he asks, a small smile on his lips. “i was just about to change your bandages. right now they’re kind of bloodied up…”

you look at him in response, not uttering a sound but not expressing any disapproval either. you won’t turn away from treatment.

he leans down toward your leg, unwrapping the bandages that are stained with blood that now seem more brown than red on the gauze, before he takes the fresh ones and wraps them around your leg. “i put some ointment on it,” he explains while wrapping, “so hopefully it won’t hurt as badly.”

after he finishes wrapping them, you cautiously move your leg, careful not to push yourself too hard.

“i know, how about you stay here for the night? it would make me feel better if i see you are doing better tomorrow. at least well enough to leave here safely.”

at first, you hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea to stay the night at the place of someone you barely know. not only is there a trust barrier, but also you don’t like feeling as though you’re imposing on him.

as if responding to your hesitations, he says, “you see, i used to live here with my mother.” the boy looks down, his eyes narrowing as a shadow passes over that light blue, dulling it. “but things happened, and now i’m alone here. so it gets kind of lonely, you know. so just one night is enough - please stay here.”

though he appears to be in his late teens, right now you can’t help but think he’s more like a child who needs some company.

you stay with him, letting him sleep on your warm fur. only when you confirm he’s fully asleep from his breathing does your form slowly turn human again. you carry him to the bed, pull the blankets up over him, and, sparing him one final glance, you silently leave the lonely cabin.

when the door closes with a small creak, ithaqua opens his eyes. at first, he just stares up at the ceiling, a blank expression plastered on his face.

then, throwing the blankets aside, he approaches the hearth.

normally, he doesn’t feel cold, long used to the cold weather outside. but still, perhaps in an attempt to feel any semblance of that brief warmth again, he lights a fire.