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peterthepark · 2 years ago

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough van sex, dirty talk, analplay, sub!eddie but also very much switch!eddie, lust at first sight, major mutual pining, a sprinkle of perv!eddie but hes sexy so its okay, (1) guest appearance by dustin, post vol. 2 fix-it fic, 7k filth

summary: she’s the girl next door. eddie is the metalhead freak who’s just barely clearing his name after a whole town fiasco. opposites attract but certainly not like this, and certainly not in the back of eddie’s van.

a/n: pov vol 2 ended on a positive note and eleven miraculously fixed everything so a freshly-graduated eddie can now live his life to the fullest!!!!!!!! aka what should’ve happened… minors dni. not for u.

It’s rare for Eddie Munson to be roaming the white-picket fence suburbs of Hawkins. It feels like a fantasyland — golden retrievers and tabby cats, designated trash days and bright, green grass full of yellow daffodils, oak trees with makeshift swings and wooden playgrounds built by loving fathers. It’s too perfect, too uncanny, and Eddie knows deep down that he doesn’t belong in such a world as nice as this one.

But the suburbs of Hawkins are also welcoming.

When he gives Dustin a ride from school to home, when the noon is at its peak, golden rays and soft sprinklers making rainbows rise from the soil, he thinks — for a moment or two — that he belongs. He could if he wanted to. When Henderson invites him over for dinner, or when Harrington needs help fixing his car, when Mike needs relationship advice (as if Eddie could know anything about that) and when Robin wants to know more about Iron Maiden to impress the metalhead ladies, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t so bad on this side of town.

That is until he saw you. And he realized then why everyone called this part of Hawkins a slice of paradise.

Pretty college student. Cut-off shorts from the Gap paired with baggy baseball tees, and a cute nose always stuffed in a romance novel or — some days — a textbook. Glossy lips, adorable socks and checkered picnic blankets where you’d lay out on the too-pristine yard, kicking your legs back and forth as if acting like eye candy was your specialty.

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins with just enough rough edges to be labelled the girl next door.

Only, Eddie doesn’t live next door to you. Dustin does.

“The least you could tell me is her name, Henderson. I don’t want gas money, I want her name. Spelled out for me, syllable by syllable. Government name.” Eddie rambles, shifting impatiently in the driver’s seat as Dustin leans over the passenger window from the outside. “We’re sitting ducks here, man. What if she sees us spying on her damn fence like some creeps?”

The curly-haired sophomore sighs, fingers strung together as he frowns at his older friend, “You are a grown ass man, Eddie. All you have to do is ask her, just say hi, make an impression or something! You can’t just be looking at her from afar everytime you come over, blasting this Metallica shit…”

“You are on very thin ice, boy.” Eddie wags a finger at him, wide eyes bouncing between Dustin and the front of your house. “I don’t know her like you know her. I don’t wanna be weird, especially after just putting all this town satanic cult bull behind my ass. She might think — dammit, I don’t know… I just wouldn’t wanna scare the girl, okay?” He sucks in a deep breath, shrugging the thought off with a hopeful smile, “Not this time.”

“Disgusting.”

He snaps his head towards Dustin, reaching over and rustling the cap on his head with a playful smirk. “You’re disgusting, you fuckin’ booger.”

And as if on cue, like every other day he’s been through this neighborhood, Eddie watches your figure emerge from the porch, picnic blanket and weathered paperback in hand. His jaw goes slack at the image of your denim overall-clad frame, nothing but a bikini-like bra underneath the number while a fresh cigarette dangles from your lips. So much skin — the exposed flesh of your neck, the salty beads of sweat rolling down your collarbone, the cherubic glow of your complexion and the alluring blush of your lips as you sit out on the yard.

Fuck.

A loud boom pulls the metalhead from his trance. Dustin’s palm comes down against the flimsy van door. “Earth to Eddie? Get a grip, you’re drooling.”

And all he can really say is: “She’s so damn pretty.”

Maybe he’s overreacting. Maybe he’s just really that in-deep with a girl who he has never, ever spoken to. Maybe he’s a pervert rather than a misunderstood freak and this is all just completely wrong of him. But, god, it feels so right to stare. Eddie can’t help it, especially once you catch sight of Dustin and send him an adorable little wave — then your eyes flicker over to Eddie’s dumbfounded expression inside the van, where you wave at him too.

And the twenty one year-old swears he dies. Right at that moment. His heart skips several beats all at once, possibly even flatlining as a small smile falls upon your graceful features, bursting right out of his chest even as you look away and immediately redirect your attention to the walkman in your pocket like you hadn’t just casually murdered him alive.

Fuck me, he thinks.

The next time Eddie sees you, he gets a little more than a wave. He’s reveling in this newfound attention as he bounces down the steps of Dustin’s porch and catches sight of you on the other side of the fence, already staring his way before he sends you a nerdy two-finger salute with a close-lipped smile. And just before he reaches the sidewalk, your sweet voice stops him in his determined tracks.

“Metallica at three p.m. in this neighborhood is a death wish, you know.”

Eddie turns slowly on his heels, shoes facing you before his whole body follows hesitantly. He’s trying to wipe off that stupid expression on his face, lips parted into a skinny ‘O’ that makes him look like a fish out of water as you finally make eye contact. He heats up immediately from the inside, belly churning and throat tightening when you give him a once over. And it seems like you don’t exactly care for subtlety either — blown pupils raking over his tattooed arms, taking in the torn rips of his shirt-turned-tank-top and the tanlines just above his elbows.

He hopes you think that the scars on his body are just as badass (if not, more) than his tats.

Say something. “Didn’t know music was on a schedule.” Eddie manages to follow along with a shrug, lips tugging to the side nervously.

In response, you smile. You fucking smile as if he hadn’t just said the most stupid response ever. It’s gentle, airy, almost effortless as crescent-like lines shape your warm cheeks and you cup a hand over your eyes, adorably squinting through the bright sunlight. “Oh, believe me, I had Iron Maiden on blast one time and ever since then, the whole block has been thinking I’m some sort of cult apologist.”

His heart grows like a balloon filling with helium, voice even going so far to climb several octaves of excitement as his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “You… you listen to that kind of stuff?”

You play with the lacy strap of your top. You’re beaming widely at him from the other side of the fence. “Do you judge books by their covers, mister?”

“No, ma’am.” Eddie swipes the glistening pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, stifling the grin that threatens to spread across his mouth. Sheepish, he shakes his head. “I think I underestimated you then. I’m… I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m kidding. Seriously though, I have a bunch of mixtapes back in my room. Ozzy, Dio, some Sabbath. No one really gets it, but you… you seem like you do.”

And Eddie wonders: could you get any more damn perfect? The suburban denim dream, the girl next door, the quintessential concoction of every teenage boy’s fantasy and every teenage girl’s desire… listens to metal music? And not just AC/DC or KISS (because everyone loves those guys), but the same music he’s grown up with and loved?

He can’t help but picture you in your bed, records spread out across your comforter as you switch between Dream Evil and Peace of Mind. Your limbs stretched out on the mattress, shirt riding up with nothing but black panties underneath as you rock out to his favorites.

Yeah. He’ll think about that one a lot.

“I definitely get it. I do, I really do. I love metal.” Eddie rambles, hoping to keep your attention by stalling this conversation as much as possible. You nod at him with those big, innocent eyes and roll your fleshy lip between your teeth, keen to every stupid word that falls from his tongue. “But hey, it can be our little secret, then.” He leisurely gravitates towards the van while you match his strides, taking note of his quavering pitch and the use of Eddie’s own hands waving through the air wildly as he attempts to withhold his nervousness. “And again, just for peace of mind, I didn’t mean to judge. I figured…”

“Madonna?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckles. Feels the anxiety in his stomach build even more. “Nothin’ wrong with Madonna, though. Sexy tunes. Can’t deny that.”

Sexy tunes. Come on, Munson.

But that draws a giggle right out of you, “Sexy tunes, indeed.” Then, you’re both leaning against the side of his van. No fence or Dustin coming between the two of you, just your sweaty bodies and Hawkins’ summer heat seeping through your thin clothes. You hold your palm out, fingers welcomingly outstretched. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze bounces from your smaller hand to the doting expression on your face before gingerly enveloping it in his own. “Eddie. Edward. E-Eddie. You can…” You give him a gentle squeeze, a sure smile dusting over your lips. “You can just call me Eddie, or whatever. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

“Well,” You laugh again, and Eddie blushes profusely at the lighthearted noise. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Whatever.” You share another one of those looks, and he swears that this time — this time, your eyes do all the talking that needs to be done. “I think we’ll get along really well… Eddie.”

His name has never sounded so perfect out loud.

Eddie sees you again.

And again. Every time he drops Dustin off. Again. Leant against the side of his van. Talking and talking, until there’s nothing to talk about — but it’s rare. He always has something to talk about, even when his voice fails him and he stutters or stumbles over syllables because you’re so fucking pretty and he’s… he’s just Eddie. But you see him differently than the others, so he supposes that maybe being “just Eddie” isn’t such an awful thing after all.

Again, you talk. The sidewalk. Along the road. On your lawn. Sometimes, Eddie will even join you on your blanket, skim through your books and take note of what you read, then he’ll recommend “true” literature like Lord of the Rings or something else with elves and witches.

Summer has never felt so long.

Again.

Until again becomes every afternoon. Even on the days Dustin doesn’t need a ride home anymore. Even on the days he has to practice with his band at four, but he can always just come see you at three and drive back because it’s no big deal. Even on the days your parents say you need to stop talking to that Munson boy because he’s no good, but who fucking cares?

Again, anyways.

You’re not scared of him. He’s not scary. He never was.

And so afternoons turn into nights. And nights consist of sneaking out to Eddie’s van that he’s parked a few houses down the street, because God forbid he talks to the innocent girl next door. Innocent is one fat hoax. You’re smoking pot with him in the back of his fucking van for Ozzy’s sake, giggly and unrelenting as you sit next to each other and drench yourselves in the scent of weed and Eddie’s drugstore cologne while Metallica plays faintly in the background.

He’s all man, but soft with his eyes. Soft in the way he looks at you. Crude in the way he secretly desires you. Now that he knows you, really knows you, you aren’t just beautiful.

You’re completely devastating.

You take a long drag of his joint, wincing as the paper sizzles and burns orange. “Fuck, I wish I tried getting high sooner. You’re a horrible influence, you know that?”

Eddie hums with a toothy grin, fiddling with the pair of flimsy headphones in his lap. “And yet you still meet me back here every night.”

“Why do I even do that?”

“Um, ‘cause I got, like, really fucking good ‘A’ quality weed and impeccable taste in music.” He shrugs nonchalantly, eyes following the mold of your lips around the bud. “Easy there, tigress. Don’t hog it.”

“You said…”

“I said, you could have one hit. And now, I’m confiscating it.”

You groan in protest as Eddie leans over to your side of the van and snatches the blunt from you, tossing it into a mushroom shaped ashtray as he gazes at you curiously. “Since when did you become so mean to me?”

“Weed is meant to be treasured, Y/N. And plus, I’m always mean.”

He has to admit — there has been tension between the two of you ever since your afternoon catch-ups turned into late night talking. Maybe he’s imagining it, but surely you feel it too. The bubbling in his stomach when your elbows brush in such a confined space. The heat rushing to his cheeks when you laugh and place a hand on his thigh, or the dizzy rush flooding your forehead when he picks a flyaway strand of hair off of your shoulder. The increase in your heartbeats as you stare at each other for a minute too long, even sneaking in a second glance because you just have to.

“You know what you should treasure?” You quirk a brow at him. A smirk tugs upon your lips as you dig through your pocket and pull out a cassette tape, shaking it in front of Eddie’s face. “This week’s mix I made you.”

“My mix is better.” He flicks his walkman open, switching out the tape inside for the one you hand him. “Here’s yours, ma’am.”

And he supposes that no one really expected that his friendship with the girl next door would be founded on trading music with each other. Ever since you and Eddie found out your tastes were in alignment, you made it a goal to introduce new songs to him — Madonna included. Sexy tunes.

You think he could get used to the oddity of The Cure. He thinks he can convince you that Guns N’ Roses will eventually be a rock sensation. You’re skeptical. Maybe.

So you marinate in each other’s stagnant presence, leaning on opposite walls of his metal tin can of a van, holding your own walkmans with ears caressed by Koss headphones and lids shut as your heads bob to the acoustics. Eddie can’t help but crack an eye open, sneaking a peek at your chewed lip and your look of concentration.

“I like this one.” You pipe up, feeling his stare on you. He glances away before you can actually catch him, training his gaze on the mess of blankets behind the driver’s seat. “You know, your choices this week are very interesting, Munson.”

Suggestive. His choices are suggestive, is what you’re thinking. From the first to the last track, the list of songs messily etched onto the cassette with the most boyish handwriting you’d ever seen, you can only hope that the metalhead holds some sort of attraction for you in the same manner you do for him.

Eddie chuckles, and winces apologetically at you. “I still hate The Cure, by the way.”

You nod unconvinced, and pull one of the cups of your headphones away from your ear. There’s a smile of amusement, an interested dimple in your cheek. “And yet you included The Perfect Girl on here?”

“Only because it made me think of you.”

For once, he realizes that he has flustered you. Your jaw goes slack, your pupils widen, brows softening before your nose crinkles at him. “Shut up, Eddie.”

His palms raise in a peaceful surrender, ringed fingers wiggling adorably. “You asked, Y/N.” A beat. Then you’re playfully throwing a jacket at his face and squealing before he instinctively lunges forward at you, gentle hands pulling you back by the elbows. Despite the struggle, eventually he’s pinned to the floor of the van and you’re on top of him straddling his soft belly. “Get off, you monster!” He near-giggles, sputtering as his hair gets into his mouth and he feels your body racking with laughter.

“You’re so rude to me. Like the rudest. When has The Cure ever hurt you?” You pant out, chest rising and falling steadily as you both catch your breath. Eddie’s headphones haphazardly hug his head, walkman in the palm that rests above him. “Do you treat your girlfriend this way, hm?”

“No girlfriend.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm, I thought it was obvious.” He replies quietly, the sound comes out more like a soft moan rather than an agreement. His plushy lips are wet with saliva, tongue poking between the pink flesh as his eyes flicker from your parting mouth to your curious, swirling irises. “S’why I’m here with you.”

“So I’m the second choice is what you’re…”

“Please, you are farthest from the second choice, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, ribs rumbling against his torso. Only then does he become hyper aware of the way your breasts push up against his shirt, the warmth of your skin intermixing with his, your nipples hardening against the thin white fabric of your camisole. Sweetheart, you repeat. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. “Do you have one?”

“A girlfriend?” You ask, tone playful and curious.

Careless Whisper echoes through his headphones; your mixtape is still looping through his walkman as you trail your fingers down his wrists and brace yourself on his chest.

Fucking hell. It’s ironic. It’s pathetic. George Michael needs to shut up. Why is this damned song on here? He’s struggling to think, struggling to focus on the words coming from your mouth, struggling to keep it in his pants because you keep shifting farther and farther away from his stomach, and more and more towards his crotch. Focus. Tune out that stupid saxophone.

“Sure.” He shrugs breathlessly, tingling with anticipation.

“Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not yet, no. Why is this a conversation, Eddie?” You bite your lip cheekily, knees planted firmly on either side of his lean body when you gaze down at him then survey the still-lit joint resting on his ashtray. Silence, then: “Can I have a hit? Please?”

Eddie glances at your lips, fixating on how your tongue darts out to lick at the sticky gloss. The moonlight casts a glow over your frame, highlighting the path of your curves through your tank top. And without really taking his eyes off of your beautiful face, his fingers reach for the blunt, a blush spreading across his chiseled cheeks when your hand brushes against his to grab it.

Please.

A sizzle rustles through the heavy air as you take a slow drag.

And Eddie can’t help himself. Not this time.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You’re slowly tossing the perfectly-good blunt aside, leaning down and lazily grabbing Eddie gingerly by his chin.

He thinks you’re gonna kiss him.

And before he can lift his head to meet you, instead, you’re blowing a puff of smoke between his parted lips with an exhale. “Fuck… ing… heck…” He instantly groans, eyelids drooping as your ass pushes against him teasingly like you hadn’t just shotgunned into his goddamn mouth. Party trick. You flutter your lashes bashfully, dimples poking at your cheeks as Eddie gapes at you just inches away from your face. “Y/N, where the fuck did you… learn that?”

You sigh. “Eddie Munson, you just keep on underestimating me.”

“I really do, I really fucking do…” He huffs, knuckles turning white around his walkman as you sensually tug his headphones off. “I just — just thought you were…”

“Innocent? Oblivious? I may be your girl next door fantasy… or whatever the fuck you Hawkins boys think about me…” You smirk, taking Eddie’s much-larger hands into yours and placing them firmly on your hips. “… but I am not fucking blind… you’ve been acting so off this entire night, must need something to take the edge off, don’t you?”

Fucking Ozzy. He can’t take it. His lips tug into a wince. “That easy, huh?”

Red-handed, you coo. “The easiest.”

“So technically you’re calling me easy, then?” Eddie jokes, heart pounding against his chest as he tenderly digs his fingertips into your love handles.

This is what he’s wanted. This is it.

And it’s not a fucking dream at all. It’s absolutely heaven.

Just like heaven.

“Eh, I think it’s endearing. The way you…” He curses under his breath as you lean over and trail your mouth up his jawline, biting his earlobe. “… savor me… savor looking at me. The way you think I don’t notice your stare, when your eyes wander a couple inches down whenever I talk? Oh, you think you’re so slick. I’m not naïve. Why do you think we hang out in your van at night?”

He shudders when your teeth find the cool surface of the guitar pick around his neck. “You’re evil, sweetheart.”

“And you’re horny, but maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.”

“No, definitely…” Eddie laughs nervously, swallowing as he looks down at you. “Definitely not. I’m… fuck, I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Or, maybe I should.” Back and forth banter. It’s natural with you. Too natural, almost like it has always meant to be like this between the eager pair of you. You don’t kiss him, not yet. He can wait. “Acting like a gentleman, like my friend, when in reality you can’t help but think of banging me everytime we see each other?”

“M’sorry, okay? We are friends — fuck, Y/N. Can’t focus… can’t exactly t-talk when you’re on my lap like that.”

Heat pools to his lower stomach, breaths quickening as his hands mindlessly drift down to your upper thighs, squeezing your skin through your little shorts when you grind against him. “Like this? How does it feel? Touching me, feeling me on you like this?”

Eddie’s eyes are dark, almost black in the dim shadows of his van. He looks up at you with the most dilated, entranced look, and you swear it almost makes you break. “Feels… feels so nice. Warm. I just… fuck, I don’t… don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do… Y/N, goddamnit…”

“I think it’s both clear what we want, no?” You press a kiss to his cheek, running your thumb along the skin beneath his lower lashes. His self-control is slowly diminishing, inch by inch, he feels himself melting in your presence. “I stare, too, just so you know. I stare a lot.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lifts a shaky hand, nervously cupping your jaw and nudging his nose against yours. His voice ghosts your skin, raspy and more of a whimper than a command. “Tell me about it.”

Your mouth hovers over his, lips barely brushing against each other. Touching, touching, touching, only to pull away at the very last second. He can almost just taste the marijuana from your tongue, almost taste the honey dripping from your voice as you peck the corner of his lips. Almost. “I look at your arms, and your really cool tattoos, then I picture… where else you have them on your body…” You gasp into his ear as his hips rut into you, his fingers drawing shapes against the side of your face. “Picture your lips on my chest… kissing me, leaving marks… bruises, hickies, whatever you want, Munson. Your mouth between my — my thighs… tugging on your hair because you’d be so good to me, wouldn’t you?”

“M’want you so bad. You don’t know the half of it.” He whispers, stroking a knuckle across the shadow of your cupid’s bow. “Please… let me… fuck, let me kiss you. Please, Y/N. Want it so bad. Been wanting you ever since summer started. Makin’ me crazy, got me feeling like I’m insane with the way I just… just obsess over us.”

He’s earned it.

“Like I said, whatever you want.” You grin devilishly.

Eddie’s lips finally collide with yours, erotically wet and far from smooth. It’s incongruous, sweaty skin rubbing against each other and clothes rustling as Eddie sits up, your arms swaddling his lanky frame while you crane your neck to kiss him deeply. His hair is in your mouth, his nose smushed against the side of your face, strained groans slipping from his throat as he traverses down your neck, selfishly licking the divot of your collarbone before his palms are venturing under your camisole.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He whines, lashes fluttering against your thin bra as he pulls your top over your head. He’s mouthing at the cups, biting at the stringy lace of your push-up before he’s tugging the material down to reveal your nipples. “I just… fuck, I’m just in awe of you. You’re the perfect girl, and I get to have you.” He wraps his lips around the hardened bud, moaning as he alternates between the two and litters your flesh in dark hickies. You fist his hair, caving into his frame. “You’re so sexy. Just… fucking… took the words out of me, leavin’ me speechless… I’ll make you feel so f-fucking good if you let me.”

Your head rolls back as he kisses up the underside of your chin, meeting your lips in a more tender kiss. Your nails trail underneath his Iron Maiden ringer tee, lightly tracing over the raised scars on his abdomen, his belly, skimming over his sparse happy trail and the subtlety of his v-line. “You’re all talk, Eddie… wanna make me feel good?” He nods meekly, the veins in his neck flexing as you stroke his brow bone. “Think you should start by undressing me…”

“Christ, please.”

And without a beat, Eddie’s reaching around you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside so that it lands over the back of the driver’s seat. He kisses his way down your belly, the little pudge when you sit, only for him to lay you down on your back, clumping up a bunch of jackets to make a pillow for your head. His fingers unbutton your shorts, tugging them down the length of your legs with your panties until they get caught on your Chucks.

He takes those off too. Quite frankly, chucks the Chucks across the van with a squeaky mutter of ‘goddamn shoes…’ before he’s pocketing a lineup of chunky rings into his jeans.

Eddie’s mouth makes up for the dorky mishap, his lips make haste against your tender calves, biting the squish of your thighs and nudging his nose against the glossy patches of arousal on the inside of your skin. He inhales the scent of your cunt, and you jerk with a moan of surprise as he kisses you there, open and fluttering for him while he lays on his stomach.

He’s never seen such a pretty pussy. It emboldens him, leaves him brazen and aching for more even though it’s the first time he’s ever seen you this naked. Even though he’s barely even had you, he still needs more.

“Need you so bad it hurts.” Eddie growls, looking up at you with a smirk as you gnaw on your bottom lip. “You’re just… fuck, how did you get this wet? God, you’re unreal, baby… let me? Please? Let me… let me eat it… I’ll do anything…”

Let me. Let me. Let me. It’s his mantra. You’d be lying if you deny that it stirs something animalistic within you.

You nod violently, biting down on your forefinger as he props you up against the wall of the van and parts your knees even further before he’s shoving his face into you. Your hands dart straight into his curls again, pulling and tugging until you’re holding him by a wiry ponytail, watching the eager way he suckles at the bundle of nerves just at the apex of your sex.

Eddie feels like a fucking virgin. Desperate. Impatient. Aggressive. He’s too excited — it displays itself when he slips two digits into your needy slit, taking in how you instantly buck against him. You need him. Need him in the same manner he needs this. His ego fires up as he drives his fingers further, running his tongue over and back and down your clit until your grip on his hair becomes suffocating.

“Having fun down there, h-hm?” You croak. Even with his head buried between your thighs, you’re mischievous, challenging, witty. He’d fuck the brains out of you if he could, but honestly, he isn’t even sure if he could survive one second with his cock in your little fist. “Fuckkk. You’re makin’ me feel so good, Eds…” Your head hits the metal wall, a soft bang that goes unnoticed with all the squelching and creaming as Eddie scissors his fingers.

“You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect, I love the way you look right now, s’fucking hot… could cum just by watching you.”

“Yeah? Just wait — just fucking wait till I suck you off.”

Eddie can’t wrap his thoughts around it. His tongue, his hands, where he’s buried inside you. He’s wanted this, ever since the start of summer, and he’s here with the girl he thought was untouchable — the perfect girl with a perfect, filthy secret that is him.

You’re grinding your mound against his mouth, quivering jaw unhinged in the darkness of his large van. His eyes flicker up to your tits, slick with his spit and your own as a dribble of saliva falls from your lips, tainting your skin.

For once, you aren’t put-together. He’s ripping your façade apart at the seams and leaving nothing to sew back.

“You’re a fucking mess, Y/N… oh, I do this to you?” He’s touching you till you’re vibrating and mewling. He’s lapping every drop of you up, tasting you permanently on his lips as he prods at your clit. “Fuck, honey…” Eddie bites you, hard enough to nurse a bruise on the inside of your thigh. “Please cum for me, yeah? Jus’ look how wet I’ve gotten you, sweetheart… you’re practically — oh, my god… you’re practically gaping… you wanna cum that bad?”

You really can’t help it. Not when he’s cooing at you with that whiny voice, teasing and suggestive as your cunt spasms over his pink knuckles. Your hips rise from the carpet flooring, and Eddie leaves another bite-mark on your stomach as slick trickles out of you. You don’t moan. You don’t scream, nor cry. Just a broken whimper and a restrained, quiet utterance of Eddie’s name beneath your breath.

Somehow, it makes his cock pulse even harder.

He gently kisses your cunt, running a soothing tongue over the bruises he’s left and the dip in where your hip meets your thigh. “Fuck, that was hot.” He smells the aftermath of your orgasm, really smelling you this time, and it ends up driving him nuts. “Oh, Y/N… your pussy…” You follow his gaze, letting out a lewd sound as Eddie admires the puffiness of your folds, swollen and open from his work. You jolt as soon as he tries to spread you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, d-didn’t mean to get so damn rough with you. You tasted so fucking nice, s’all.”

“No, I…” You brush his hair away from his face, pushing his bangs aside as he sits up and wedges himself between your knees. “I love rough. I can take it. I can take this.” Your other hand palms him through his jeans, before you’re dipping yourself beneath his waistband, hairs prickling at your skin as you grasp him. “Do you want me to be rough with you, Eds? Because I just… I really, really want your cock, and I… I dunno if I can hold myself back…”

“Oh, you little slut.” He gasps brazenly as you pull his shirt off, eyes wide at your sudden conviction for him, “Take it. Take me, Y/N. I’m all yours, whatever you fucking want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

You smirk, helping him kick off his jeans and boxers. Your cunt pathetically gapes for him once he’s bare, contracting around nothingness as Eddie takes your place against the wall. He leans back, and you just stare — drinking him in the same way he drinks you in. Your puffy nipples, still damp from his spit, your darkened neck a testament to his artistry, your mouth parting in awe as you fit his erect cock into your hand. Barely.

He’s big — lengthwise, and it curves heavily in your grasp as you lean down to pop him between your lips. Eddie nearly knees you, palms flying to cover his face as he desperately cries your name. “Y/N… oh, f-fucking… oh, Jesus…” You rake your nails up and down his thighs, licking a stripe up his manhood as you play with his sopping tip.

You chuckle in amusement around him, “Such a leaky cock. You like that, Eds? Mmm, you messy boy. All this pre-cum and I’ve… aw, I’ve barely touched you. Tell me what feels good, ‘kay?”

“S’all of it… all of it is — it’s good… fuck, words are so… words…” He melts even more as you sheathe him into your mouth, stuttering as he feels you hold back a gag. Your whole body convulses, back arching upwards as Eddie watches you take and take and take. “Oh, Y-Y/N… you just keep — keep getting better and better. Holy shit.” His belly aches with desire, tightening with each bob of your head and every seductive blink of your eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Thought about you.. whenever you’d — mmm, whenever you’d lay out on that darn lawn, what if I took you right there? What if I just… fucked you on that grass…”

“You and your dirty mouth, Munson.” You glare up at him in feigned annoyance, jerking his shaft with fast, purposeful movements. “I think it’s funny… how you pretend like you’re such a nice guy when really, you’re only a perv for me.”

“So what? Are you gonna punish me?” He challenges beadily, tongue poking out between gritted teeth like he could win this fight. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty girl?”

And just like that, the air changes. He feels the shift, the veil that falls over your eyes, nothing but sex and his scent running in your mind.

“No, Eds.” You move to straddle his thigh; your bare cunt dragging against his scarred skin. “I’m gonna make you beg.”

You take him into your fist again, stroking him between the generous suction of your lips and the sweep of your tongue. He tastes good to your surprise, and then you’re creating a pool of spit that trickles from his abdomen to his balls.

Messy girl. “Christ, Y/N.”

You release him with an erotic pop! — there’s stringy saliva connecting you to the crown of his cock, your throat is raw, his dick impatient, twitchy and excited. “You wanna fuck me so bad, you can’t even think straight. Look at my hand right now, look how tiny it looks when I hold you…” You grind yourself against his knee, groaning with him as you quicken your pace. Your brows furrow, a wicked grin ghosting itself over your features. “Baby, are you going to cum already?”

“Y/N, don’t s-stop. I’m beggin’ you, please…”

“Oh, you’re begging? This is what you call begging?”

“Please, s’too hard.”

“Too hard? What’s too hard? Me not letting you cum, or…” You give him one good jerk, twisting your fist so that your thumb brushes over his white-coated tip. “… your cock? Because you’re awfully, awfully rock hard right now. I bet it hurts doesn’t it, my love?” My love. His eyes gloss over. Your mouth hugs the shell of his ear. “You wanna cum?”

“Y-Yes…” He near-whimpers. Desperate. “Wanna cum so badly.”

“No.”

You release him for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. His climax dwindles back to square one, and his leg thrashes out in dismay. There’s sweat beading down your forehead, drops forming on Eddie’s brow bone as he scowls at you.

You kiss him, almost like an apology, but Eddie can tell you’re not sorry. Far from it. You enjoy this, enjoy getting him off just to start over and make him beg. Is it so sick that he likes it? The more you stretch this interaction out, the more he gets to touch you. Like now, as you swing your knees on either side of him, his palm gingerly clasping the nape of your neck as he presses your face to his.

“Let me fuck you? Let me be inside?” He pleads, nudging his nose against yours in anguished yearning. He drags his hand over your cheek, enveloping your jaw with outstretched fingers. “Just wanna bury myself inside you and stay there. Don’t even wanna cum anymore, I promise. I promise I’ll fuck you so good, m’not pathetic like the other guys… wanna feel you jus’ dripping on me, Y/N.”

You don’t answer, just gasp into his parted mouth as you line each other up. The angry head of his cock catches on your swell, snagging your clit before his tip lodges itself inside you and he — quite literally — goes rigid. You curse, slowly sinking down his length until your pussy refuses to take more.

“You’re s-so big.”

Eddie feels like he’s going to fucking burst. “Sweetheart,” He pants, panicked and frenzied as you squeeze around him. Your head lolls onto his shoulder, arms thrown around his body as he tangles his slender fingers into your scalp and pulls you impossibly closer to his chest. “Sweetheart, I can feel every p-part of you… you’re so — fuck, just like that, you wet messy thing.” He whines, the curve of your ass coming down against his lap as you keenly bounce on his cock. He meets you with gentle thrusts, your cunt already milking him thin. “Look at you, fuck, you’re loving this.”

“E-Eddie…” Your tits are squished against his pecs, his necklace sandwiching itself between your damp skin. “More. More. Give it…”

“You can’t take it, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it. I can. It’s not enough, I’m telling you.” You rut your hips stubbornly, guiding his palms to your waist before he’s carefully rolling you onto your side and hiking your calf over the tender slope of his shoulder. “S’not nearly enough, Eds.”

“Okay.” He breathes out, inhaling deeply as he slips himself deeper inside you. The stretch stings harshly, flashes of white prickling at the cones of your vision as he splits you raw and wide open. “Is this enough? You fuckin’… god, you perfect whore…” Your spine tingles as Eddie tugs you closer by the hip, ramming himself into you relentlessly. “… such perfect tits, a perfect leaky cunt…” He presses a kiss to your ankle, before flipping you onto your knees so that he can fuck you from behind. He wants to see you, see you flutter for him, feed his sick thoughts and relive the nights where he jerked himself off in this very van in empty parking lots to the idea of you. “… and this perfect ass… another hole waiting to be used, right, Y/N? You’d let me use it, wouldn’t you? If I’m nice enough, I bet you’d let me fuck it…”

Fucking hell.

You cum as soon as he dips the pad of his thumb against the responsive ring of muscle. You both grow feral at the sensation. Soaked. Pussy chafed raw from his cock. You can’t tell whose fluids are whose, if it’s Eddie’s spit or yours, if it’s your juices or his — the embarrassing manner in which your cunt just sucks him in, the tight walls of your ass fluttering around his gentle finger as he drives into you.

How is the van still upright? Eddie doesn’t know.

He’s an Ozzy clusterfuck of strangled, broken sounds and you’re a broken record player of Eddie-Eddie-Eds-Please, I’m cumming!

He doesn’t stop. Even when you’re shaking and bent-half in now missionary, he sheathes himself inside you till his pelvic bone is crushed to your body. “You feel so good, I’m sorry… I can’t — can’t stop, baby…”

“Don’t. Don’t stop, it’s a-alright.” You heave out, interlocking fingers as his glistening cock disappears into your used cunt. “It’s a l-lot, but it’s okay.” Eddie’s body engulfs you, your heels digging into the dimples in his lower back as he pounds into you. “You’re such a good — good boy, fuck…”

“Yeah?” He bites your throat. “Say.” The under-swell of your boob. “It.” Your arm. “Again.”

“Good boy. Such a good boy, fucking me the way I deserve.”

“Fucking you like you’re a slut.”

“Fucking me like I’m not the girl next door…” You chuckle, breathy and airy before he knocks the wind right out of you. “The whole town is gonna call me a w-whore for once.”

“Suits you better.”

You swear your soul leaves your body. You’re dying. You are dead, nearly limp in his fumbling boyish hands as he cradles your head against his chest and wipes the sweat from your eyes like he loves you. His balls slap against your loosened rim, his thumb putting pressure on your clit until you’re frantically pushing him away.

“I can’t cum again. I can’t.” You sob in pleasure, clawing at his tattoos as if they could save you from his insatiable hunger. “Eddie!”

“Need it, need your cum again, Y/N.” Eddie growls, thrusts stuttering and cock pulsating wildly before he’s spitting onto your sex as if you needed to be any more wet. “I-I think you’re so… so fucking cool, you’re just… you’re too good for me, but I fucking adore you.”

I adore you.

You can’t even talk anymore, vocal chords ripped right out of your throat as your stomach cramps, cramps, cramps and then drops to a low point. Crashing. Flatlining. Clenching hopelessly.

You nearly choke Eddie as a hand flies out to touch him, pulling him close as your walls trap him for a second time. Only now, he’s locked in tight, unable to move, unable to go anywhere and he fucking cums immediately because it’s just too inviting. You feel him seeping out of you, painting your holes with his sticky cum as he stills there like a good boy. He grunts against your lips, kissing you poorly as his orgasm eats him alive.

He’s milked. Spent.

Eddie collapses on top of you, one leg jutted straight and the other bent as he embraces you close with his whole weight resting on your frame. How can he already miss something he just had? Gaining your strength, you kiss down his shoulder, fingertips swirling over muscle and scar tissue and ink as the smell of him floors you.

It’s so Eddie. Woody, earthy, with a spicy fresh top note reminiscent of oak moss and a hint of gasoline, dry cedar and herbs. It makes you dizzy in the best way possible. He’s drenched in the girlish smell of sex, sweat and salty but you’re eager to taste him anyways.

My good boy, you think.

“Are you okay?” Your voice comes out raspy and winded, almost sickly but Eddie knows it's a good-sick.

“Yes, yeah. I just… need a sec.”

“Hm, don’t take too long, Munson.” Shit. Is this over already? Just like that? “Might get wet again.”

Oh. It’s a joke.

And he laughs, wheezy and exhausted as he irritatedly tugs his own hair out of his mouth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, ma’am.” He leans back on his hinges to properly look at you, your cheeks rubbed red-raw from his teeth and your abused, achy cunt still stuffed full of his prick. “Are you okay?”

“I’m alive.”

“Barely.”

“Barely.” You repeat heartily, shaking your head at him with a look of bewilderment. “S’gonna hurt when you pull out, you know.”

“Are you telling me to stay here forever?”

“If you admit that you like The Cure, then yes…” You bite your lip, drumming your fingers against his wrist. “… I’ll let you stay there forever.”

Forever. You both push down the giddy, cheesy smiles that threaten to spread across your faces.

“Never. Never ever.” Eddie chuckles. When he tenderly and patiently pulls out, a wet rush slowly floods out of you, his fingers frantically plug you shut — his thick, translucent cum dripping from his knuckles as he selfishly fucks his hot spill back into you like the perv he is. “But that can stay there forever.”

A freak, but not in the way Hawkins thinks.

You melt at the feeling, limbs spasming awkwardly as he spreads himself over your pussy distractedly. His eyes are so goddamn soft, kind, attentive — even when he’s pushing some of it into your poor asshole, he’s still the sweetest guy you’ve ever hooked up with.

He kisses your clit before he lovingly hikes your panties up your legs.

Fucker.

“Did I ruin you, sweetheart? Awfully quiet.”

You scoff, shimmying into your shorts and camisole as Eddie tucks himself back into his boxers. “Just wondering how you expect me to climb back into my window after all that.”

“Who said anything about climbing…” He laughs boisterously, leaning over and fixing the strap of your bra. “What do you say I walk you to the porch, ring that bell and introduce myself to mom and pop?”

You stare at him like he’s crazy.

“Absolutely not, Eddie Munson.”

He finds himself liking the suburbs a lot more.

Only this time, he doesn’t imagine himself surrounded by picket fences and golden retrievers, mailboxes with his last name painted in unreadable cursive or having to mow his front lawn at seven in the fucking morning.

Eddie doesn’t need to when Hawkins’ slice of paradise is just next door.

And he gets to taste it every fucking day and night.

So, fuck it. He’ll climb your window so you don’t have to wobble back to your house with his cum dripping down your leg. He’s a gentleman, railing you in the abandoned parking lot of Starcourt because you can’t handle the embarrassment of getting caught by someone at home. He’ll cover your mouth in the shed in your backyard so the neighbors don’t complain about the howling coyotes that have gone loose in the neighborhood.

God forbid they have coyotes, right?

But really, they should be worrying about the devastatingly gorgeous girl next door and her favorite, good boy with a dwindling hatred for The Cure.

Even though, the album is growing on him.

He’ll never admit that, though.

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crystillyzed · 3 years ago

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favorite places to kiss || tears of themis

characters: all four leads, gn!reader

genre: fluff, lots of fluff

warning(s): some cursing, but overall soft

a/n: HOHOHOHOGOH FIRST OFFICIAL POST BAYBEEEEE- enjoy this massive brain rot i had at like 1 in the morning, especially artem since i literally could not control myself in his section

links: tot m.l || jjk m.l

xia yan / luke pearce

he prefers your entire face!

listen….. LISTEN……….

luke absolutely LOVES covering your face all over with his kisses

he already missed 5+ years of being with you, so he tries to make up those lost years with his affection

every chance he gets, in private and in public, he’ll also sneak in a couple or so kisses

even when you two solve a difficult clue or escape room or something, he’d suddenly grab you and start kissing you all over your face 🥺🥺🥺🥺

HE’S LITERALLY A PUPPY IM GONANAN CRY

GOD IF HE HAD A TAIL ITD BE WAGGING SO FAST TOO,,,, HIS SMART LOVELY WATSON SOLVED SOMETHING HE COULDNT GET DOWN,,,,,,, HES SO PROUD OF U,,,,,,,,,,,

sobbing over this baby aside

he would DEFINITELY be the type to give you kisses whenever you’re having a bad day like

“stop —“ kiss “beating —“ kiss “yourself —” kiss “up —“ kiss “for —“ kiss “something —“ kiss “you can’t —“ kiss “control!!!!” BARRAGE OF KISSES

but he loves to kiss your face when you fall asleep, his kisses are so gentle and soft when you’re sleeping

and to top it off!!! he always ends it off with a kiss on the lips

you feel so loved whenever he does that, and luke is absolutely DETERMINED to get you to remember that forever!!!!! 😤

you prefer his cheeks!

considering how many times you’d pinch his squishy cheeks and watch him turn into the embodiment of 🥺

it is a GIVEN that you kiss his cheeks after pinching them

99% of the time when you do that, he’ll turn from 🥺 to 😳 then to ☺️. it’s an entire rollercoaster seeing his expression change and yeah, this baby boy is SO!!!! CUTE!!!!!!!

hell, you even kissed his cheeks when you two were younger

when he would hurt himself, you would kiss his booboos away

you still sort of do that to this day when he comes back from an intense case for his agency or the nxx

but you always end it off with a kiss on the cheek

in fact, whenever you needed to focus while hearing luke ramble about how he got jumped, you sometimes give him a cheek kiss out of nowhere to thank him for coming back as safe as possible

he’s very happy that you’re still somewhat the same, he tries his best to enjoy it for the rest of his life

zuo ran / artem wing

he prefers your forehead!

ah mr. wing….. he’s such a shy boy

from his romance kdrama studies, he learned that the female leads love getting kisses not only on the lips but on their foreheads!

first time he did it was when he drove you home from work

“could you… come here for a moment? yes, closer.”

the poor man was SWEATING

he was a lil hesitant but he’s trying!! luckily you didn’t mind this little display of affection. in fact!! you asked him to do it more often!!!

ask and ye shall receive. honestly, the office and mostly celestine probably already knows about your relationship BUT artem wing has a reputation to keep!

as mentioned, he’s a shy boi. he doesn’t like pda, so most of his kisses are reserved for private moments. especially when you’re alone in his office.

sometimes he gives you a forehead kiss out of nowhere as a way to comfort you and to tell you did a good job on a case!

of course, there’ll be times where he’ll have bursts of confidence mostly from being artem wing, stellis’s youngest defense attorney, where he’ll suddenly kiss you on the lips

but honestly? he prefers your forehead, specifically the spot between your brows. you make cute expressions whenever he kisses there, mostly scrunching your nose and shutting your eyes.

you prefer his lips!

artem’s a pretty strict boss, but behind closed doors??? That’s A Whole Another Story

you like teasing him tbh

the advantages of being his partner is that 1. you can enter his office anytime and 2. you can see him anytime

you take advantage of your role as his partner just to go up to him in private and sneak in a kiss on his soft lips

you know the sprite where he awkwardly fixes his tie??? yeah he does that

ESPECIALLY IF YOU PULL HIM WITH HIS TIE

HOOOGHHGMGN………. THIS MAN GETS SO RED WHEN YOU DO THAT

FAKE COUGH AND ALL HES SO FLUSTERED

when you come to his office to drop off documents and you noticed that he’s been in the same clothes as yesterday (probably worked overtime again)

you head over there with coffee and a kiss of his lips as your way of thanking him for his hard work and that he needs to take a break soon

as mentioned earlier, artem has a reputation to keep as the top attorney in themis firm law

so your kisses are always private, but he admits sometimes that he likes your kisses, both surprises and not

he’s so happy that you’re his partner 🥺🥺🥺

mo yi / vyn richter

he prefers your hands!

i forgot to save the draft so i had to rewrite vyn’s section TWICE AAAAA-

dr. richter is such a gentleman, down to his entire being

your hands are so warm against his, who could blame him for kissing them?

whenever you two dance around in his study or the garden, he’d always, and i mean ALWAYS grabs your dominant hand and place a sweet and gentle kiss on the back

it’s like a necessity for him, you even told him that he didn’t need to do that every time but nope! you deserve to be treated like royalty so you will get that hand kiss >:)

even when you’re just holding hands whether you’re on a date, walking in the garden, or watching something together, he’d occasionally bring your joined hand up to his lips and kiss

vyn also kisses your entire hand, fingers and palms and all, whenever he feels VERY affectionate that day

he is a menace and he sure as hell knows it

but at least he’s giving you love and attention ☺️☺️

you prefer his forehead!

you’re so glad that he styles his bangs curtain style which give you Full Access To His Forehead

when you visit vyn whether at his manor or at work, you give him a forehead kiss when he’s sitting down

its a way of you telling him good job and giving him a BIG motivation boost to finish his task

sometimes you’d take off his glasses just to kiss the spot between his brows

hgngnng he blushed SO hard when you first did that but he told you to do it again

he doesn’t admit it out loud, but he does love your sudden forehead kisses

it makes him feel safe and protected, and it also reminds him that he has someone worth protecting and living for 🥺🥺🥺

his eyes even sparkles and has hearts whenever you kiss him too!!!! GOD HES SO WHIPPED…………

ayo get urself a man like vyn richter who you can love and cherish and get that same affection back too

lu jinghe / marius von hagen

he prefers your cheek!

marius von hagen (derogatory) /j

this boy is a MENACE

he absolutely loves catching you off guard with a cheek kiss and you bet that he does that just to get you all flustered like

you could just be talking on the phone with a client or any of the other nxx members and he’d just suddenly come in and quickly kiss you on the cheek

“ehh?~ are you embarrassed?~”

“AUJGJDKCBSKAH- nO-“

you can already imagine how smug he’d be seeing you all stutter and whatnot with your face completely flushed

also if you were on the phone, whoever’s on the other line would be SO concerned. they’d probably think you got a stroke or something, ngl-

sometimes when he’s not being a threat, he’ll give you a goodnight kiss or take advantage of your sleepy self by kissing your cheek. he may love kissing your lips but there’s something soft about kissing your cheeks…

maybe its bc how soft your cheeks feel against his lips?

hm, whatever it is, at least he never fails to get you all flustered like that!

you prefer his lips!

kinda cheated here buT HEAR ME OUT

sometimes you just want to shut up his annoying bratty ass (affectionate), but what other way to shut him up is better than a kiss?

the first time you’ve done it, he was being flirty as always with you while that stupid ceo suit he had on for a banquet. your relationship is kept under wraps to keep marius and pax safe but if any outsider saw you two? they’d definitely think you’re dating

you had absolutely no brain cells to deal with his brat attitude that night tbh

once you two were finally alone, he starts to tease you again which led into you pulling him closer with his tie and locking your lips together

woah… was his lips always this soft??? you expect a young man like him especially one of high class to maintain his beauty but damn…… what lip balm is he using?????

but man, that face he made was REALLY satisfying

he was stunned silent like cricket noises quiet, his face was completely red too

“ahhahAHA- EXCUSE ME I NEED TO, AHEM, REFRESH MYSELF-“

you bet ur ass you were smug as hell for the rest of the night knowing that you got THE marius von hagen all flustered and whatnot. he was even walking so stiffly like a robot as he went to the refreshments!

from that point onward, you started to quiet him with a surprise kiss

but sometimes…. you think he’s being a brat on purpose just so he can get a free kiss

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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 3 years ago

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thinkin more abt them la squadra were'd wolfs........

ok so reader recently moved into this little forest town b/c the quiet helps hone their skill as a spirit medium

they're renting out a tiny lil house in one of the more 'suburb' parts of town. la squadra r neighbours in the woods, they have a lodge with enough space for all of them that they call the 'big house' where some live permanently (risotto and formaggio at the very least but probs more) and the rest at least live nearby, the big house is like. the pack's home base

sorlato have their own little cabin in a creepy part of the woods lol and illuso and ghiaccio just like their space so they have their own places too, illuso probably lives closest to you but none of them are very far

formaggio lives at the big house partly b/c he has a kitty (little feet) and doesn't want to just leave him alone half the time + cats don't like going back and forth. little feet absolutely loves you.

they have a lot of space since they live in the woods n stuff and eventually they decide to get some chicken friends. they have what is essentially a void chicken (blessed by a witch). her name is metallica and she is risotto's baby. catch him cradling her in his arms and she has this ominous aura about her and her little chicken warbles echo in a terrifying way but ris is just like shhh baby i know i will get u ur treats

ris and mel both go into the city a lot, ris works at a body mod parlour and mel is at university gettin one of them fancy degrees. melone takes you on motorcycle rides 😍

GHIACCIO TAKES U ICE SKATING ON ONE OF HIS FAVE PONDS IN THE WOODS WHEN ITS WINTERTIME OOOOGHNGKGHN

ok so some wolves. i feel like sorlato are the ones most likely to come pester you on the full moon if you're not hanging out with the pack already, you'll hear scratching at your front door and lo and behold there's two of your wolf boyfriends. open the door a tiny crack and sorbet will just shove right in like he owns the place and kiss your hand and gelato bounds in with the big wagging werewolf tail that threatens to knock everything off ur shelves and will want to play wrestle u (gently, cause ur his adorable squishy human and he'd never want to get too rough)

sorbet's wolf is big but sleek with fur so black it's almost blue. gelato is smaller and scruffy with more honey-coloured fur. get ready to be snuggled between two wolf bfs and then wake up between them on the living room floor cause they didn't fit anywhere else but now they're human-shaped and nakey lol

ghiaccio's wolf is all white and very fluffy. risotto's wolf is also very fluffy and HUGE and nearly all black but for a lil white patch on his chest. formaggio's wolf is such a pretty russet colour and illuso's wolf is VERY pretty just like him, with rich brown fur that's very very soft. you also don't know how he can still manage to look like he's smirking like he knows all your secrets while sitting so nicely with his tail over his pawbs. you've probably told him he's almost foxlike and he's like [indignant chuff]

also for the ones who have tattoos you can still see em if you part the fur enough but good fucking luck doing that with risotto's wolf cause his fur is so thick

so since wolfy things work as a cycle that follows the moon the lead up to the full moon probably has all of them at high energy so u got nine werewolf boyfriends who's teefs and claws and glowing eyes and pointed ears are a constant for a couple days and they're all going brrrr

then they chill out once they've gotten all their energy out but it's really cute and funny

also also i want more minor appearances from other characters too. im picturing formaggio and squalo as coworkers, they're bartenders at the local pub so a bunch of y'all go to hang out there a lot, squalo is maybe a merman??? he has shark teefs. tiziano is his witch boyfriend who is also always there.

MAGIC!! ROMANCE!!! FRIENDSHIP!!!! WILDERNESS!!!!! CHICKENS!!!!!!

#YEAH!!!!!!#risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #squalo #tiziano #la squadra #la unita #vento aureo #long post -/#werewolf pack AU

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nxrthmizu · 4 years ago

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kAY but I was thinking, what about or needy, clingy bois (bokuto, oikawa and atsumu), finally reuniting with their singer!s/o after she spent awhile away on tour? thank u in advance, I hope you're well and having a great day! Love your writing. 💌💗

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request | bokuto, oikawa, and atsumu with a singer!reader who has been away on tour

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author’s note | uwuuu this is such a cute idea anon! hope this is satisfactory :3 also I kind of strayed from the topic? lol

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↬ bokuto koutarou

most of your tours before were only a day or two long at most, because you would only be touring around Japan

it was for this reason that koutarou never realised how lonely it was when you weren’t around :(

it wasn’t too bad if he had practice, because he’d eventually get distracted by hinata and atsumu

but that one time it was really bad because 1. your tour was a week long, and 2. since msby black jackals had just finished playing some big matches, they had a few days off

he moped around for the whole day, called akaashi five(5) times, and pouted when he tried calling you and it didn’t go through

twitter blew up because he tweeted on his main that he was lonely and wanted someone to accompany him :(

hinata was spending the day with kageyama; atsumu was back at hyogo; and sakusa just ignored him so he just spent the whole day at home wallowing in loneliness (poor babie <3 )

luckily, there was practice the next day, and hinata was able to coax him out of emo mood half an hour into practice

by the time the week was over, this boy was vibrating with excitement to see you

if he had a tail, it would be wagging at two hundred crotchet beats per minute

even with your sunglasses and hat on, he was able to recognise you and I am not joking when I say this man screamed at the sight of you, ran across the airport to pick you up :)

this man is not going to let you go for the next five hours

he held your hand the whole drive back home, then insisted on getting into the shower with you, cuddled you while waiting for takeout, made you sit on his lap while the two of you ate, cuddled again while watching a movie... etc. you get the idea

the next morning when he wakes up with your in his arms he has the biggest smile on his face because he’s been waking up alone for the past week and now that you’re back he’s going to ignore his morning run in favour of staying in bed with you for ten more minutes :3

↬ oikawa tooru

he tries not to be clingy because he doesn’t want you to get tired of him but damnnn he misses you so much :(

and then he proceeds to feel bad because the only thing he can think of is that you must’ve felt this lonely too when he had to fly out of argentina to play international matches

for every night that you’re gone he has to resist the urge to call you because he knows you’re going to be tired and you need your rest but jskjksjskjs he wants to hear your voice

if you call him first he’ll try his best to not sound too excited but the truth is,,, this cute baby missed you so much

‘did you miss me?’ you meant it in a pleasing tone, but you didn’t expect your boyfriend to literally have a mental breakdown on the other side of the line

he goes to sleep with a smile on his face, because even though he can’t feel your warmth next to him, he can hear your soft breathing through his phone, and that’ll have to be enough for now

(he also promises himself that the next time he flies out of the country, he’ll make sure to call you every night)

that isn’t to say he isn’t affected, though

his teammates notice that his sets are just a slight bit off when you’re not around

that’s not to say he doesn’t set well, it just isn’t as accurate as it normally is

the day that you fly back coincidentally clashes with a match, so he makes sure to call you the night before and apologise for not being able to pick you up from the airport

he’s doing his best to concentrate on the match, but between his phases of strong focus, his brain is filled with thoughts of going home and seeing you, your hair still damp from your shower

god, he missed you so much

the game flies past quickly, a quick victory for his team- but the serotonin that the win gives him is nothing compared to the feeling in his heart when he turns and spots you, waving with a smile from the stands, dressed in his former, turquoise-and-white Seijoh jersey (that’s how he always picks you out in a crowd- because you’re always wearing glasses and a hat to avoid anyone recognising you in public)

‘look at him go.’ his teammates nudge each other at the sight of the lovesick-smile that he’s wearing

you run down to the dressing room, the security personnel recognising you easily and letting you in

he picks you up, spins you around and kisses you (just because he can and because he wants to show off his strength :))

‘god, I missed you so much,’

just imagine this man tucking his face in your neck and murmuring that softly <3 I would die for him and this is the proof

‘you’re so sweaty!’ you laugh but both of you know that you don’t really mind. it doesn’t matter because the love of your life, tooru, is right in front of you and everything else pales in comparison compared to him

tooru would pamper you so much when you get home, he would hold you in his lap and wait for you to fill him in on everything that happened

he’s touchy normally but after spending a week away from you, his touches linger for a moment longer and he’s more reluctant about letting you go if you want to get up to get something

please love him <3

↬ miya atsumu

he used to tease you so much when you complained about missing him when he had away games

but now that he was in your place? he was starting to understand where you were coming from

you had barely been gone for two days and he was missing your presence already... and he knew he couldn’t call you to hear your voice because you’d probably be getting ready for a performance or catching up on much-needed rest

he would never admit it but he turned on your laptop to listen to some of your recordings just so he could hear your voice

sprayed your perfume on the bedsheets just to make it smell it a little bit more like you

definitely watched a bunch of romance movies in hopes of feeling better but ended up feeling even more lonely instead :( poor bby

he literally screamed when he got a text from you

you know that super-high girly screech that some teenagers make? yeah he made that noise, nearly dropped his phone, then proceeded to squeal at your message

[ hey idiot, how was your day? ]

the nickname ‘idiot’ isn’t an insult anymore but instead an affectionate title, and he can basically hear your laugh and your voice next to him as he reads the words

[ hey to you too idiot, my day was ok. urs? :) ]

it doesn’t show in his texts but he has the biggest smile on his face and the only thing he can think about is you, your pretty eyes and your hair and your skin and basically just... you

when he finally hears your voice in person again, instead of out of your laptop or from one of your music videos, this man just... stops

completely freezes because he’s forgotten how beautiful you sound and look and the sight of you, pulling your mask down, standing outside the apartment door just hits him hard

‘i love you,’ he mumbled into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug

you pat him on the back a little awkwardly like... what happened in the week you were gone? who is this? that’s not your boyfriend it’s an imposter

does he wrap you in a bear hug and not let go for the next two hours? absolutely

‘tsumu... I need to use the toilet.’

‘no.’

you’re just??? wdym no??? sir I need to use the toilet

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katsuukiwii · 4 years ago

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Levi SFW Alphabet

WARNING: Too much cuteness, read at your own risk.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Levi is very awkward when it comes to romance, that’s just how he’s always been. His usual way is making you some tea, or doing paperwork with you while you hold hands. The most romantic he’ll get is him letting you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, or cuddling. Also he doesn’t know that you hate the way he drinks tea but you still take it bc you know it makes him happy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): He would be an awesome best friend, because he knows you understand him. It’s not often people get to realize that he’s not that bad! The friendship would probably start through either meeting in the underground, or through training. He’d give you one-on-one lessons, where he would eventually get to know you better.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): He loves cuddling, but it’s usually more favorable to him when you two cuddle. That’s because he likes being the little spoon! He loves spooning, but usually he likes when he has both arms wrapped around your waist, yours draped on his shoulders while his head lays on your chest. But he also loves when he’s laying on his back with you laying on top of him on your stomach.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): We all know he’s better at cleaning than Mr. Clean himself. He’s also a relatively good cook! He’d love to settle down with you, but it would DEFINETLY be after the titans are gone, and it would be in a safe area. He worries about you!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): He’d be crushed, but he’d also be very glad. Of course, it would suck to break up with you. But he’d rather have broken up with you than have one of you dead. If he HAD to do this, he’d be very understanding of your feelings, and try not to hurt you too much.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): He knows nothing good lasts forever, except for love. So he’d love to get married to you. He’s just fine with commitment, there’s nothing wrong there. He’d like to wait maybe two years before getting married so he knows you’re the one AND so he knows you love him back enough to get married!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Emotionally, he’s a closeted cinnamon roll. So he’s SUPER gentle emotionally. Physically though, he’s rather rough. He always killing these GIANT beasts and training so he gets scared when he’s trying to be careful with you. With him, tickle fights can feel like brutal scratching because of his calloused hands. You’ve walked in on him soaking his hands multiple times, so he can keep from hurting you. It’s cute.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): He loves hugs! His favorite hugs are when his S/O hugs him from behind, wrapping their arms around his shoulders carefully, and pulling him close. He doesn’t hug you regularly, but he does every now and then! His hugs are always the ‘as if I’ll never see you again’ hugs. He pulls you close, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, maybe giving you a peck on the cheek.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): It takes him a while to say this. He wants to, he really does, but every time he lets himself get close to somebody something tragic happens to them. Isabel, Farlan, Kuchel, Petra, Oluo, etc. He doesn’t WANT to love you but he knows he can’t help it. He’ll tell you after 6 months at LEAST!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Levi doesn’t get jealous, he knows you love him! but if he does get jealous, his face will be flushed a light pink out of frustration and embarrassment as he hugs you close, hiding his blush from anybody else around.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): His kisses are short and sweet! But he ALWAYS lets you know how much he loves you in those kisses! Levi likes to kiss your cheeks, and nose! With him, he likes being kissed on his forehead and on his shoulder. It makes him feel safe!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): He would be TERRIFIED to have babies. He definitely wants kids, but like I said earlier, he’s naturally very rough physically, he can’t help it! He’d also like to wait until after the titans are gone for this! He wants to ensure that nothing TOO horrible will happen, and that if something bad DOES happen, he can protect you all.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): He’s usually awake before you, WAY before you. But mornings with Levi are probably the best part of the day for him, and for you! He loves when you’re the first thing he sees. He’s a sleep snuggler, so he usually wakes up with his arms wrapped around you tightly. If you really try, you can actually make him stay in with you! Every morning, he takes you into the bathroom where you both get a shower! He likes to hug you from behind while you wash the suds off your body, and you often see a content smile on his face!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Just like the morning, you both get a shower before going to bed! Yes, 2 showers every day. Being in the corps makes you all sweaty and smelly, so it’s DEFINITELY worth the time! At night, you’re both obviously sleepy. Yes, Levi has insomnia but he usually goes to bed at a normal time because of how exhausting work is. You’ll both have a hot cup of tea before bed, then cuddle until you both fall asleep!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Levi’s got a pretty fucked up past. He wouldn’t date anybody unless they knew his past! He wants to know that the person he’s dating will care about him, despite what happened in the past. He’ll reveal things slowly, giving you some details, but eventually he tells you the story!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Levi, despite his usual attitude, can keep his cool easily. He’s very level-headed. Of course, he has his moments where he’s especially pissy, but he’s mostly able to handle it. He’s rarely mad at you, he calls you his medicine. Literally, that’s your petname! He calls you “medicine” because only you can heal him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): He’ll obviously forget SOME things, but he remembers most things about you. He’ll instantly try to figure out a plan for any celebration like your birthday, christmas, etc.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): His favorite moment in your relationship was when he was crying over a nightmare. Yup. In the nightmare, he had talked to his mother, and despite the dream being extremely wholesome, he still cried because he missed her so much. As he was sobbing in your arms you started singing a song, one his mother sang to him when he was younger. He started to calm down while you stroked his nose carefully. Yes, he was a strong, courageous man, but he still needed special treatment every now and then.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): He’s very protective! No shock there. How? Any way he can. He can protect you emotionally, mentally, and physically. With you, he likes to be protected mentally. A lot of shit happens in the Survey Corps, so just knowing you’re there to be his medicine calms him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): He puts a lot of effort into special events. It won’t be the BIGGEST thing, but he definitely tried his hardest, and just knowing that is enough! Like I said, once he learns something about you, he mentally plans out events.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): Not really a terrible habit, but he’ll talk to himself a lot! Another bad habit I heard is drinking tea, so that’s obviously one. He’ll click his pen if he’s stressed and crack his knuckles as well.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He cares about his appearance! That’s obvious. He won’t go all-out for you, but hygiene is a big thing for him!The most formal he WANTS to get is slicking his hair back, but since he’s ‘Humanity's Strongest Soldier’ he’s often requested at formal events. Also one of the reasons he shaves his face. Yup, he’d like to grow a little stubble, but it’s annoying to maintain!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): Levi has to spend a good amount of time away from you, since being in the corps keeps you busy! But like I said earlier, you’re his medicine, so without you he gets ‘sick’. By that I mean, he starts to feel lonely and gets lost in his thoughts. He’s obviously got PTSD, probably depression as well, so he needs you around! Short answer is yes, he feels incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): He’s like your own personal puppy dog! If you ask something from him, he’ll do it if he’s got time! He stays awake until you get home where he’s instantly at the door, and he’s often trailing behind you to make sure you’re safe. If he WERE a dog, his tail would be wagging happily. It’s wholesome tbh!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): In general, he’s very picky with the food he eats. Sometimes he refuses to eat what’s in the mess hall because he thinks it’s gross. In a partner, he would prefer his polar opposite. So I don’t think he’d be into someone who's blunt, snarky, and monotone. He would prefer to have his own little ray of sunshine! He also wouldn’t like if his partner liked to keep everything in about themselves. More gross things in his mind would be if his S/O picked their nose or chewed their nails.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?): Levi doesn’t sleep much, but every morning, you’ll find a small spot on your shirt or the pillow. He drools in his sleep! You didn’t expect that from such a clean man! And earlier I also mentioned he’s a sleep snuggler!

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 5 years ago

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Alphabet Headcanons

One Piece Edition

Shanks

SFW

A=Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Yes, Shanks is affectionate. He will take any opportunity to be near you without smothering you. He’ll have you sitting in his lap at every opportunity, if you’ll let him.

If you’re not okay with that, just having shoulders brushing is okay with him. When there’s a moment to rest, in public or private, as long as you two are touching in some way, Shanks will be happy as a clam.

Of course there are other ways one can be affectionate. So--perhaps equally as important as the action of physical touch--Shanks appreciates the value of words.

As such, the Red-Haired captain always knows just what to say in order to encourage you, affirm your decisions, to express his appreciation for you and empathise with what you’re feeling.

Shanks is also extremely intuitive. As well spoken as he is, and as much as he likes to talk, he also knows how and when to listen--actually listen. With him, you’ll always know that your being, your voice, is always appreciated.

B=Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Show your strength. Whether it be physically, mentally, morally, emotionally--almost any way you can imagine--Shanks will be deeply affected by the display and take notice.

For example: he admires Makino’s kindness for taking care of Luffy and her grace when confronted by dangerous bandits. He admires Luffy for his loyalty to friends and determination to pursue his dream of becoming ‘King of the Pirates’.

Whether it’s going toe to toe with a swordsman, standing up for a bullying victim, enduring painful hardships, or just going off on somebody about the importance of loyalty--just stick to your guns and Shanks will love & admire you for it.

C=Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Oh my goodness this man--this man is a closeted cuddle monster. If you thought he was affectionate before, that was just him playing it cool. When it’s just the two of you? Ho-boy.

Of course he’ll listen if you’re not comfortable at any particular moment, but again, if you let him, Shanks will plop you down in his lap. No matter your height or weight, this man will hold you and make you feel wanted--because he does.

Whether sitting up or lying down, Shanks will wrap his arm(s) around your waist and hold your waist and hold you close. He loves to feel your heartbeat so close to his--cause that’s what he loves most about you--in every possible way.

D=Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

His dream is pretty much the same as when he was a kid, back when he and Buggy were cabin boys on Roger’s ship. He wants to have his own ship with a reliable crew and to take his time travelling the world.

The only thing that’s changed is that he wants to do all those things with you. It seems like such a small change, and yet to Shanks that little adjustment changes everything.

The way Shanks sees it--if life is an adventure, then life with you would be the greatest adventure he could ever accept.

If for some reason you weren’t able to travel with Shanks and his crew, the Red-Haired captain would still do everything in his power to include you in his life.

Postcards from Loguetown, Sake from Sabaody--living vicariously through a pirate (and a Yonko at that!) would turn your mailbox into the world’s greatest curiosity shop.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

As laid back and fancy-free as Shanks is--he does not choose a life partner lightly. Because that’s exactly how he sees them--a Life partner.

Sure, there was probably a phase of his life where he treated romance and intimacy more flippantly. He grew up with stereotypically rowdy and promiscuous pirates as his role models and mentors. It would take some time for him to realize that such shallow connections didn’t really suit him.

But once he fully realizes himself; his goals, his morals, his priorities, etc, he would treat relationships and intimacy more seriously.

That being said, when he finds somebody, you bet your bottom dollar this man is gonna Commit. Try to make you smile, try to make you laugh, be there when you’re sad, listen when you’re mad, he’ll aim to do all the above and more if he can.

If/when your relationship is confirmed, he’ll expect a similar level of commitment from you. This man is loyal to a fault. He does not choose his friends and family lightly. Once he grows attached to someone, he will do his best for them in whatever way they need.

But when he chooses a Partner, again, he’s gonna want a similar effort to be made for him as well. (In this house, we stan equivalent exchange in relationships).

F=Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

This all depends on the threat level.

If someone is intimidating, boasting, or otherwise making his s/o anxious/uncomfortable, Shanks will intervene by just waltzing in and distracting the stranger in his charismatic, dorky pacifist way.

But if there’s a chance of his s/o actually coming to harm (or god forbid having their life threatened)--ho-boy.

Bitch better put some brown pants on ‘cause they’s about to shit themselves. Hands down, Red-Hair Shanks is down to murder to protect his loved ones.

We’ve all seen the footage. Shanks can be downright terrifying when he needs to be. And protecting his s/o from harm is an absolute necessity.

He tries to avoid violent confrontation if he can help it, but threaten someone he cares about and you gonna get yo ass whipped with his (1) good hand.

G=Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Contrary to what many expect of pirates, Shanks isn’t a very materialistic person. (In utter contrast to Buggy and others).

He’s not really the type to buy every little trinket that reminds him of you. And he doesn’t expect that kinda behaviour from you either. If you are that kind of person? Great!

Shanks will appreciate pretty much any way you're willing to express your affections. He’ll happily accept anything you give him as long as he understands the thought/meaning behind it. Gift giving is appreciated, but not expected or required.

However, if/when he does decide to give you a gift, rest assured that it’s gonna pack one helluvan emotional punch (*cough Straw Hat *cough*).

For some reason I’m picturing the hand-carved engagement necklaces from Avatar the Last Airbender. I feel like he’d give you those types of gifts--small, but beautiful and immeasurably meaningful.

(How Shanks would go about carving a necklace after the loss of his arm, Idk. But this is Shanks we’re talking about. BAMF would find a way.)

H=Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Yes, yes he does. He doesn’t offer hugs as often as one would expect (esp. After losing his arm). But he will willingly accept any and as many hugs as you are willing to give him.

When he does hug you, it is usually him reaching around you from behind. Besides the heartbeat thing mentioned earlier, I have no idea why he does this. Maybe cause he feels like a shield around you--that he can protect you, you can support him and vice versa. Affectionate, devoted, but not smothering.

Then, of course, there’s the obligatory reunion &/or ‘thank god you’re alive’ hugs that are bound to happen when 1 or more partners lives a dangerous life on the sea.

I=Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Oh Shanks is a raging romantic at heart. Love makes him absolutely twitterpated. He’s affectionate and can be an absolute cuddle monster when the mood strikes him.

But the majority of the time (esp. In an established relationship) the manic energy of love is often tempered by his naturally easy-going personality. Shanks is the same in his romantic gestures as he is with almost everything--he is super duper uber chill about it.

It’s the little things that carry the most meaning for him.

Tucking a wildflower behind your hair (anybody can rock a flower in their hair, fucking fight me)

Putting his arm around your waist or over the back of your chair (he’ll only do the cheesy ‘stretch and yawn’ technique to make you laugh)

Any sort of teasing or banter is fair game too, especially if you’re on the more playful or bashful side.

No matter how rowdy he and his crewmates can be, Shanks isn’t all that loud with his romanticism. The freakouts are usually before or after he’s done something grander/more elaborate than usual (Like that engagement necklace mentioned before).

Otherwise, as long as your boundaries have been established, he’ll do as many or as little of those cute intimate gestures as you’ll allow. Whatever bounds you give him, he’ll lounge comfortably within them so long as it suits you both.

J=Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He’s not really the jealous type. He does, however, tend to sulk when he wants your attention. Like a sad, kicked puppy he’ll pout until you refocus on him. The moment he knows he has your attention again you’ll easily be able to imagine a tail wagging behind his back just from the sparkle in his eyes.

See U=Unique for more

K=Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Remember that ‘previous experience’ we mentioned before? The part of his development where he thought intimacy consisted of one night stands at the tavern? He’ll probably have long outgrown that frame of mind by the time you enter a relationship with him. But what he gained from that time of his life, was experience.

Experience which serves him very well in a relationship. He’s a quick study, and thus a phenomenal kisser. He’ll figure out all the ways to make you melt with just his lips, teeth and tongue. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

He may get a bit over-excited on occasion, so not every kiss will be perfect. Clacking teeth and bonking noses are bound to happen once in a while. (He may be a Yonko but he’s still a giant dork).

Otherwise, besides your occasional snogging session and other such steamy moments, Shanks is a surprisingly domestic kisser. Cute kisses on the cheek, forehead and temple are common.

He’ll also surprise you on occasion, kissing your ear, nose or chin just to see how you’ll react. If it makes you smile or laugh, he’ll keep going. If you blush, he’ll laugh and take note. Again, a quick study, this man is.

L=Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

The words slip out in the middle of something utterly mundane. That much is for sure. Either he’s known for a while (realizing mid-battle/mid-argument or something) and just can’t hold it in anymore--

OR--he just saw you there; washing dishes, swabbing decks, sipping sake, what have you--and the realization just happens out loud. “Oh shit, I’m in love with you…” *cue momentary panic* “HOly SHIT, I LOVE YOU!”I

When he finds his feelings are reciprocated, Shanks will feel like the King of the Pirates, One Piece be damned. From then on he’ll be boasting to everyone on his crew that he’s in love.

Anybody who wasn’t around during his epiphany will congratulate and tease him. Anybody who was there will chuckle and roll their eyes. Money will change hands and Beckman will be 100,000 berries richer.

Besides his nakama, those ‘three little words’ are meant for your ears only. In public, he’ll typically stick to those little gestures mentioned previously. Proud to be your partner, but keeping it low-key, ya know?

Contrary to what some may think, Captain Shanks is in fact capable of discretion. Not quite the same as subtlety, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Anyways, back on his ship it’s a whole ‘nother story. The manic energy of being in love mixed with his own innate dorkiness has led to some pretty ridiculous moments--all of which make his crew laugh and you smile like sunshine.

M=Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Honestly, Shanks doesn’t mind either way.

He’s happy to have you as his life partner, he’d be happy to be your husband.

But if you don’t drop down on one knee, or explicitly address the topic of marriage, the subject will likely never come up.

If you ask, of course he’ll say yes. If you address the topic, but don’t act on it, Shanks may not act on it at first. But w/ a bit of advice from Beckman he’ll take the hint and ask.

Either way, as long as the two of you are together for life, Shanks will be more than satisfied.

N=Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Any time you two have together is precious to him. On the ship, through various markets, in various taverns--as long as the two of you are side by side, doing something together, he’ll consider it a date.

So, by that logic, y’all go on dates all the time.

O=Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Those big, extravagant, over-the-top romantic gestures. Candle-lit dinners, bed covered in rose petals, extra shit like that.

Shanks is a Simple Man, like the Lynyrd Skynyrd song. So those kinds of exuberant gestures aren’t typically his style.

Sort of a continuation of the previous section--if he does try for one of those more extravagant date ideas than you know he’s up to some shit. Special occasions only. Whatever it is, you’re damn sure gonna enjoy yourselves, lol

P=Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Uhm, have you met Shanks? Man pokes fun at everyone he calls ‘friend’. Picking on Luffy for wanting to be a pirate. Drunkenly draping himself over Mihawk just to get on his nerves, the list goes on.

Believe me when I say this man loves to tease, prank and challenge his s/o at every opportunity. It’s just his personality.

Jump-scares, banter, pad puns, pretty much everything you can think of, this guy’s gonna try it. He’s gonna poke fun at you, but in a way that pushes you to improve; to grow your wit and prove your mettle.

That and he’s a generally light-hearted person. He loves having a good laugh with his crew and his s/o about just about anything.

If he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he might go for tickles, but that’s just him trying to get you close and maybe turn up the heat a little bit. Dork.

Q=Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Contrary to what some may assume about Shanks, he doesn’t always have all the answers. He is very wise, and occasionally insightful, but not perpetually so.

In moments where he is taken by surprise, afraid, or in a moment of panic, he will turn to you. You and Beckman are probably the two people he relies on the most. When he is unsure, he will ask your opinion.

Sometimes he’ll ask just cause he’s curious. He set out to travel and learn about the world, so of course he would be interested in different perspectives.

And if you ask his opinion, he’ll freely give it. He’ll give you his perspective so that you both have a chance to learn about each other.

He’s not a fake or duplicitous person, so you can be sure that his opinions are honest and true. He’ll make sure that you can count on him as much as he does on you.

R=Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Shanks is a pirate. To him, ‘spontaneous’ is part of the job description. He’s not the speedy kinda spontaneous, though. The guy is known for his ‘go-with-the-flow’ attitude--like a human lazy river.

Strange as that metaphor sounds, that’s just how he is. Not in any kinda rush, just a pirate enjoying his life on the high seas. He’s happy just exploring new places with his s/o and his crew.

He’s happy chilling in the tavern for however long he wants. Following a whim at his own leisurely pace, that’s how Shanks lives his life--with a nice, laid-back kinda spontaneity.

S=Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Pre-injury, Shanks liked being the big spoon. Usually he’d just sleep in lounge pants (not unlike his typical daywear, just without the shirt and cape).

After his injury, his sleep attire doesn’t really change, but he can’t really lie on his side for too long. So instead he usually lies on his back, letting you tuck yourself into whichever side you choose.

Since his arm was bitten off at the elbow, he can still press you closer with his upper arm if you choose to lay on his left side. It feels like the perfect nook to tuck yourself into.

You can drape your arm across this waist, lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. That’s when you know you’re in the safest place in the world.

T=Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Shanks wouldn’t be in a relationship with you if he didn’t trust you. In order for him to trust you, he’ll need to have a good sense of your morals.

He’ll respect it if your moral outlooks differ in some respects. For example, He and Buggy have very different ideas of what should be treasured in life & yet he still considers the clown to be a close friend.

However, as his romantic partner, it would make sense if the two of you had most of your principles in common. If there’s too great a difference/divide in your foundational beliefs, then the longevity of your relationship would be markedly limited.

Once Shanks has a solid understanding of your moral centre, he’ll give you more of his trust. He’s not really the kinda guy to actively hide anything. But as you two get to know each other, he’ll be more willing to volunteer information about himself and his life.

He’ll be even more unabashedly himself; more goofy, more charming, more openly intelligent and devoted. (The list could go on, but I’m gonna cap it here, lol).

After that, it’s just a matter of commitment and time--that’s how an intimate emotional relationship is built.

Because Shanks views romantic relationships to be a long term commitment (the whole ‘rest of our lives/death do us part’ idea is rather important to him), he is not in a terrible rush to trust someone. But he does want to eventually get to the point where he knows his partner inside and out.

U=Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He is (almost) unflappable. I swear to god, almost nothing phases this man. He hardly ever gets angry (unless innocents or loved ones are threatened) and doesn’t really get jealous either. (Have you seen this man? He has nothing to be jealous of!)

You mad about something? He’ll let you go off about it for however long you need. Even if it’s him you’re mad at, he’ll take it. He’ll listen to your rant and discuss it with you to help you cool off. He meets all of your moods evenly. No protests, no complaints, no interruptions, just active listening and meaningful dialogue.

The only exception to this is when (before/during/after) or or both of you is at risk for injury or death. That’s when his over-reactive tendencies rear up and fights are had. Though these fights are almost always from a place of either moral determination for the self or worry for the other person.

Also, this man is willing to try anything you show even a modicum of interest in. A new kind of sushi at the market? He’s down. Hiking up a mountainous island? Sure, why not. You a fan of art and crafts? Your room will be swallowed by paper cranes in three days (trial and error, he says).

V=Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes a while. Shanks trusts you implicitly, but he’s lived a long life as a pirate--and being a pirate ain’t an easy life to live. While Shanks is not opposed to sharing his emotions, necessarily, it takes a lot for him to thoroughly break down.

Not many people know this about Shanks, but he is just as much of a crier as Luffy is. He’s just gotten better at hiding it over the years (or so he tells himself).

But when it happens, it’s just as heartbreakingly messy as you can imagine. Waterfalls pouring from wide eyes. His hair askew with his expression crumpling. Teeth gritted and lips trembling, he looks like something broken. His whole body shudders with the emotions raking through him. At first, you won’t know how to put him back together.

Shanks is a much more emotional person than most would give him credit for. He feels things very deeply and when he crumbles what he needs is an anchor.

He’s not a broken vase that needs to be glued back together. He’s a dreamer with a heavy burden. Someone who can only carry the weight for so long on his own. What he needs is a solid pillar of a person to hold him close and tell him that he’s going to be okay--that there’s a lesson to be learned/knowledge to be gained from what he’s feeling and why he’s feeling.

After the storm passes, he won’t likely mention the incident to anyone. (His crew will know it happened anyway, they know him too long to be oblivious). But he will acknowledge it to himself. He will thank you for guiding and supporting him, but only quietly, so just the two of you can hear.

Remind him that he’s not alone in the world. Remind him that it’s okay to lean on others for more than just the daily duties of a pirate captain. It’s okay to be vulnerable.

W=Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

Shanks loves to sing. He’s not exactly the best at it, but he enjoys the act so much he doesn’t really care how good or bad he is.

When it’s his turn to swab the decks, he’ll be dancing with the mop like he’s jamming with a microphone stand. When the crew get drunk together, he’ll egg them into singing sea shanties with him.

When they lose a crew member or a friend on their journeys, Shanks will start up the low chorus of mourning in memoriam. When you wake from a nightmare or just can’t sleep, he’ll sing you a lullaby. It’s this quiet little quirk that makes you love him all the more.

X=X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Similar to ‘F for Fear’--if Shanks’ s/o is ever attacked or injured in battle...that bastard is gonna get their shit wrecked by one of the most powerful men in the world.

But once the dust is settled, the man completely switches gears. While his s/o is being treated and recovering from their injuries, Shanks turns into the ultimate worry-warted, mother-henning helicopter-partner.

He already has a habit of over-reacting at the oddest moments. But now that said reactions are actually somewhat justified? Poor man turns into a fretting ninny at the littlest things.

Mishandling Shanks’ worry and devoted protectiveness in these moments can result in fights about your well being and your being able to participate in any upcoming conflicts.

Once you get the hang of it, though, Shanks’ behaviour becomes simultaneously the most endearing and most exasperating thing in the world.

Please, be patient with him. He’s trying his best.

Y=Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Honestly? It’s near-impossible to get on this man’s nerves. You’d have to be a pretty big buzz-kill to get even a modicum of annoyance out of him.

He’s a bit grumpier when hungover, but even then, as long as you are considerate of lights and noises, he’s just gonna sulk and nurse his headache in grumpy peace.

One of the few things that may irritate you is his lax attitude about cleanliness and hygiene. When you’re one of the most powerful people in the world, exploring the world and constantly celebrating something with sake--thoughts of housekeeping kinda fall to the wayside.

If you get tired of smelling booze on his breath and clothes, or can’t take the ‘bachelor pad’ mess that is the captain’s quarters, you’re gonna need to sit him down and seriously talk to him about it. Otherwise he won’t even realize that there’s a problem.

Z=Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Hmmm...I would say that Shanks is a passionate partner, just not in the loud kinda way that’s usually associated with the word.

It’s more like a...quiet determination. A deep well of earnestness that he makes sure to show you whenever you need it.

He never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you or doesn’t feel as deeply about your relationship. He’d put everything on the line for you.

And he’ll treasure and enjoy any passion you show him, in whatever way you choose to express it.

A/N: And that, my friends is my first attempt at ‘Alphabet Headcanons’. Three days which could have been spent in boredom instead contributed to this adorable masterpiece, lol.

Thank you to @demigodxtonio, @r-a-f-t-e-l, @kalissen, @r0r0noa, @kin-sama and @adicoon for the wonderful GIFs and thank you to @burnedbyshoto for inspiring this work with their SFW and NSFW headcanons about our favorite blasty-boi Bakugou Katsuki.

Y’all let me know what you think & let me know if you wanna see any NSFW headcanon--for Shanks. Or, let me know if ya’ll wanna see SFW/NSFW content for other One Piece & BNHA characters.

All the best

--Rose

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hazelandglasz · 5 years ago

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Can you write a modern AU with Blaine as Persephone and Kurt as Hades. Please.

ooooh *u*

I hope I didn’t misinterpret your prompt, but here’s my modern, Klaine take on Persephone and Hades!

Thus, Coffeeshop!AU !

On AO3

Kurt never asked to get such a job.

Sure, he loves coffee, and he understands why it’s so necessary for so many people, but he never asked to be the ruler of the Underworld.

It’s more of a family business, really.

There are some upsides, though.

The first one is his employees, who are loyal and fun, which is exactly what he needs.

The second one is the total free rein he has on the menu--as much as he doesn’t like to smell of coffee 24/7, Kurt likes to play with coffee beans and flavors, with fruits and infusions …

The third one is more of a cherry on top kind of thing, but he loves that being in charge of the Underworld allowed him to find Cerberus.

The cute spotted puppy scratched on his door, one night, once everybody else was gone, and Kurt fell in love with him.

Now, Cerberus has grown into an almost adult puppy, and he spends his day wagging his tail, sitting in front of the back door like he wants to protect it.

It’s fulfilling, and Kurt loves his puppy and his friends.

But it is still a lonely life, and Kurt wants …

He wants romance, he wants love, he years for companionship, for snuggles in front of the TV and walks through the streets under the Moonlight.

“Sigh.”

“Did you actually said ‘sigh’, boss?” Mercedes laughs next to him, carrying a box of fresh fruits.

“I did,” Kurt replies. “Laugh all you want. Oh, is that a pomegranate?”

“It is. What do you want to do with it?”

Kurt juggles with the red fruit. “Could work well with our Cold Brew. Make it fruity and sweet without adding any sugar, you know?”

Mercedes makes a doubtful face but shrugs. “You’re in charge, knock yourself out.”

As it is a pretty quiet time, Kurt does start experimenting, until he has something worth drinking.

“Hello?”

Kurt turns from the back counter to the cashier to face the newcomer, but his words get stuck in his throat.

The newcomer is a young man, roughly his age, slightly smaller than him and with the most mesmerizing hazel eyes Kurt has ever seen.

An adorable smile.

And a weirdly fitting flower crown.

“Hi.” Kurt has to swallow around the dryness of his mouth. “Welcome to the Underworld--Cerberus, no!”

The puppy has trotted up to the client, and is sniffing his ankles (visible between his fitted jeans and his shoes, how preciou--No, Kurt, no.), but the man doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles at Kurt before returning his attention to Cerberus.

“He’s a sweetheart, isn’t he,” he says softly, letting the dog sniff his fingertips. Cerberus lets out a small woof before licking them, prompting a giggle out of the man.

From attracted, Kurt turns enamored, which never happens.

“What can I do for you today?”

The man comes closer to the counter, eyes darting to the menu above. “I need a shot of caffeine,” he replies, “but I wanted something fresh, something light. Do you have something in store for me?”

Kurt looks at the tumbler filled with his latest experiment. “Well, I just tried something, maybe that could fit the bill,” he says, “but it’s not on the menu yet. Here,” he continues, “on the house. Your feedback will be my payment.”

“Oh, I cannot--”

“I insist.”

“Thank you, Mister …”

“Oh,” Kurt says, holding his hand up, “call me Kurt.”

“Thank you, Kurt,” the man says, shaking Kurt’s hand. Maybe it’s Kurt’s imagination and wish, maybe they do hold hands for a bit too long for it to be entirely normal, maybe there is a feeling of a connection the moment they touch each other’s skin. “Call me Blaine.”

“Welcome to the Underworld, Blaine. I hope we’ll see you again.”

Turns out, they do see Blaine time and time again, always requesting the Pomegranate Cold Brew.

Kurt is happy about that.

Ecstatic.

And not just as a proud professional brewer.

Every day, Blaine comes at the quietest moment of the day, and he always wears flowers.

Flower crowns, choker necklace, patterned shirts and pants. Blaine has a pastel goth aesthetic that really appeals to Kurt’s inner fashionisto.

Every day, Blaine somehow manages to get Kurt to walk around the counter and sit with him and they talk.

And talk, and talk, and talk.

About anything and everything.

From enamored, Kurt quickly moves to “in love” territory, as terrifying as it may be.

It all lasts six months until the flirtation leads to a declaration from Blaine.

About Kurt being the person Blaine has been looking for forever.

About being able to breathe more comfortably ever since he met Kurt, and Cerberus, and The Underworld.

About, yes, being addicted to the Pomegranate Cold Brew, but mostly, using it as an excuse to be able to see Kurt every day.

Before leaning forward to press a delicate, flowery kiss to Kurt’s lips, one Kurt seizes immediately and deepens.

The kiss would be perfect if the Underworld’s door didn’t slam opened the moment they part, still smiling at each other.

“Blaine Devon Anderson, what do you think you’re doing?”

Through the entrance of the Underworld comes a man, looking beautiful in his anger as he crosses the room to stand next to their table.

“I’m declaring my feelings to my, well, boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend,” Kurt confirms, covering Blaine’s hand in support.

“So this is where you’ve been instead of doing what you’re supposed to do in our coffee place.”

“You work in a coffee place?” Kurt asks, eyes widening.

“Sort of,” Blaine replies. “Spring is not a coffee shop, it’s really … a place where coffee can be found, too.”

Kurt had heard about the flower shop selling, well, flowers, but also vases and flowery coffees and infusions, located uptown. Funny how he didn’t make the connection between the famous Anderson brothers everybody was talking about and his Blaine.

His Blaine.

Kurt smiles at the thought, and Blaine returns the smile wholeheartedly.

“Oh gosh, okay,” Blaine’s brother groans, “it’s something I can’t fight, is it?”

“Not a fight worth fighting, Coop’,” Blaine replies.

“Coop” sighs before turning a blinding smile toward Kurt. “So you’re the master of the Underworld, uh?”

“That would be me.”

“Take care of him, okay?” Coop leans closer to whisper in Kurt’s ear. “And let him free every now and then, so we can work a little bit, hm?”

Kurt blushes just a little bit before nodding. “Count on me.”

Blaine’s brother whispers something in his ear before leaving with a strut.

“Don’t worry,” Blaine tells Kurt, “I know how I’ll split my time between you and him.”

“I don’t worry,” Kurt replies, scooting his chair closer to Blaine’s. “Now, where were we?”

#Anonymous #sometimes i write #klaine au #greek mythology au #coffeeshop au #fluff

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monster-ronpa · 6 years ago

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DR1 boys meeting their s/o for the first time (they’re in a long distance relationship) and finding out they’re actually a monster? (you can choose which monster)

Interesting! I’ll try my best on this then!

Also, as I am going to write a second part, I would like to know if you’d like Hifumi excluded–I was planning to exclude him anyways but, I just always want to make sure. Just in case.

~Mod Rachnera

My Partner is Actually a Monster (DR1 Boys and their Monster!S/O, meeting after being in a long-distance relationship: Part 1)

Makoto Naegi(Kobold)

Makoto met you on a forum website. It was a discussion website for things based around Hope’s Peak, before he was enrolled in it.

While other forum users were usually pretty bland and typically acted kinda normal, you were oddly…enthusiastic.

As enthusiastic as he could tell from the internet, anyway.

Something about your enthusiasm and general way of “speaking” charmed him about you.

One day, you actually PM’d him through the messaging system–it was really random, but you had explained for him in the first message:

“i was really bored and no ones on rn except u! so do u wanna chat?” “Uh..sure, okay.”

Who knew you’d hit it off so well you two began dating? Dating online anyway. It was a long-distance thing.

It went on for a good year and a half, you two’s relationship. But throughout the whole time, you never sent him a picture or a video of yourself ever! You said that you wanted to make the first actual meeting very special.

Makoto was nervous about what that meant, and he started to worry that once you met him, things would go wrong–but at the same time, he tried keeping his hopes up.

It was in December, and you had saved up enough to come down to his place! So here he was, waiting at the airport for you. Looking at the last text you sent that you were leaving, he was anxious…

“Makoto!” the voice suddenly called out to him and he gasped a bit, turning in its direction to find..

A dog-like monster person running towards him, waving happily.

“….who..?” “Huh? Oh, you don’t recognize my voice?”

……wait.

“S/O?!” you were a monster? You laughed nervously at his slight surprise, rubbing your hand against your arm awkwardly.

“There’s–nothing wrong with that, right?” oh crap he said it, “W-Wha? Oh! N-No, not at all! I just–I dunno, it momentarily surprised me. But, I-I don’t mind.”

After getting over that slight shock, he smiled, walking to you and taking your hand, which was definitely a new feeling for both of you, your faces said it all.

The thin but prominent layer of fur covering your body was coarse but still–it was warm. You were warm. Your hands were twice as big as his and even had paw-pad-like padding on them, but…something about them was..nice.

Your enthusiasm was still there, your tail was wagging furiously as you held hands with him, making your way out of the airport while catching up with him about your days.

Makoto, while having to get a bit used to your species’ mannerisms in reality as opposed to online, didn’t mind you being a monster at all. He cherished your relationship heavily.

Byakuya Togami(Yuki-onna/Snow Person)

Byakuya never was one to really actively search for and uphold a relationship as long as he ended up doing with you. Never did he think he’d meet someone who he’d end up sharing a bed with, sharing meals with…it was so unnatural.

The way it happened was pretty unlike him too.

Yasuhiro and Aoi set him up on a dating website. That’s how you met.

While he was very opposed to the idea and got upset with them over their interfering in his love life, the deed was already done and he’d already gotten a few messaging requests.

Most of which he denied of course, as most of them were commenting on his appearance, were bad pickup lines, or porn bots. But there was one that caught his eye. It was yours.

“I was forced to talk on this unusual site per request of my friend–do you want to spare a few minutes to talk? If not, that is perfectly understandable.”

He checked out your profile for a quick “review” and found that unlike most others, this profile was like his–simple, to the point, and you didn’t seem very gaudy.

….well, this is rather civilized and forward for a site like this. So, he decided, since they’d probably bother him about it anyway, he’d give them the benefit of the doubt and have ONE conversation with you.

One conversation turned into two, now he’s adding you into his social media, now he’s got your phone number–well, long story short, you’re dating.

But, Byakuya was new to relationships and…well, he felt uncomfortable holding out like this for so long. He wanted to make sure you were truly someone he could respect.

Someone he could maybe….trust, more. He already felt that there were a few small connections there but he needed more reassurance that you were worth staying around rather than just a few “I love you”s on a text screen.

So one day he called you and told you to get ready and head to the airport. When you asked “what for?” in that strangely calming, smooth voice of yours..

“I’m coming over there to see you.”

And sure enough, he did. Waiting at one of the Togami Residences in (insert country) for you, he put on the coat he had brought with him, as it had gotten chilly all of a sudden. Calling you, he sounded mildly impatient.

“Where are you? I’m here. I texted you the address.” “I am right here.” pausing, he turns to see you.

And you were…absolutely bewitching. Come to think of it, he’d never asked for a picture or video or anything–he wasn’t the type to do that.

Staring at you, he blinked out of his trance, as you stood there, dressed nicely despite the snow. Wasn’t it November??

“….are you..” “S/O. Yes.” “….and…you’re a yuki-onna/snow person..?” “Is that bad?”

Well, Byakuya wouldn’t admit it to your face, but he’d grown a soft spot for you during the time you’ve been dating. The cold wasn’t the only reason he blushed as he turned away.

“….no, it’s fine. Your species isn’t really a defining factor in our relationship anyway.” “I see….that makes me happy to hear it, from you, in person. To–to see…you, in person.” you gave him a small smile.

“…..to be honest, I’m glad to see you here in person, too.” he admits.

Leon Kuwata(Mermaid)

Leon first “encountered” you when you were sharing some song covers of yours on Youtube. Although you were the type of cover channel to use game or video footage of the source of the song you were covering, the sound of your voice was just so pleasant and you seemed like such a cool person in Q&A videos and all.

Your personality was really cute, and while the more “thirsty teenage boy” side of him kicked in when he saw your face reveal. He couldn’t help but eventually make a move.

Anxiety revving as he sent a PM to you through your Discord server, he was extremely nervous (even if now he won’t admit he was) when he saw you were typing, only to get the most adorable reply back.

“Hello! I’m glad you like my stuff! ^_^”

And it went from there.

While Leon started off the whole “romance” thing by being kinda flirty and not really too into the idea of falling in love, he ended up falling head over heels for you.

You really were as nice as you seemed to be in your videos–well, I mean, it could’ve been fake, but he was glad that in the end it wasn’t.

You were polite, and adorable, and humble–he wasn’t really any of those things in his mind, but you accepted him for the slightly cheesy, rowdy, regular guy he was.

Leon even started trying to sing with you! Discord wasn’t always the best for duets, but, when the connection was okay, he tried singing songs to you or even with you! Your voices harmonized well when he wasn’t voice-cracking from nervousness.

Eventually you said you were making plans to come down there and see him, and Leon sure as heck was excited for that. It seemed your family was getting enough money, and with the help of your channel (which was a struggle, believe me) you eventually got enough to come down and see him!

He met up with you in the park, as he thought that’d be both the most romantic first place to meet–cuz of the fountain, and you loved the outdoors.

Leon was waiting underneath a tree, a picnic set up as he saw someone coming over. In a wheelchair?

Looking up–it was you! “Hello, Leon!” you greeted him with a kind smile and he returned it with an awkward, pink-faced smile of his own.

You both talked and ate under the tree, before you decided to go ahead and slip from the chair. Leon was a bit hesitant, asking you multiple times if you needed help standing before you blinked.

“O-OH, uhm, Leon–I-I am a Mermaid. I have no legs,” as evidenced by when you slipped onto the ground, revealing a large, brightly colored tail.

Leon stared for a bit, before having a moment of realization. Oh. “….oh, uh, alright! That’s cool, S/O!” and realizing also in that moment that he didn’t really care that much. You were still his partner, human or not.

You looked surprised that he took it so well, since he’s never saw you until today and he shrugged.

“Well, for one, you’re S/O, two, I love you, three, you’re cute either way! I mean, look at these little fin-ears you got!” “Ah! Don’t touch them, they’re ticklish!” “Gives me more reason to try!” “Leon, noooo!”

Mondo Oowada(Killer Bee)

Mondo actually kinda forgot when he was introduced to you–he’s pretty sure it was a group chat kinda thing where one of his friends knew one of yours, something like that.

You were honestly pretty chill, in the group voice calls you guys participated in. You were sarcastic, kinda aggressive sometimes, but most of the time, he got along with ya well.

Mondo never really personally chatted with you til one time you two ended up being the only ones really actively chatting on a weekday–everyone else was offline or too busy to step aside and say hi.

To avoid clogging the main chat, you two headed for PMs and…well, hit it off, I guess.

The two of you bonded a lot, and eventually a month passed and you two started an online relationship.

Everyone in the group chat knew it, so it was no secret among you and your friends. Some of them even teased you guys about it, it was great.

One day though you called him and insisted on him coming down there–or you going up there, either way.

Eventually he settled on coming down there to see you–he hasn’t been outta the country much and he wanted to know what your place was like. Plus, some anxiety about you coming down here and getting hurt by a rival gang who just happened to learn about you was creeping into his mind by the minute when he thought about that, so he felt better going over there–you know, where gangs might not be as prevalent.

When he and a few friends (coughs obviously Chihiro and Ishimaru) got enough money to come over, he made sure he was ready to meet you face to face–the one he may or may not have shared a few “in-call” kisses with which was really embarrassing but endearing to think about and oh look here come some people.

In the airport, the three of them met up with two others who…claimed to be friends of yours.

Well, they did sound like the two, and after Chihiro briefly quizzed them on a few group chat things to be sure, and sure enough, it was them!

Due to the cold weather, you stayed home, so they brought Mondo and the gang to the house! After going inside, one of them called for you.

There was a loud, slightly disconcerting buzzing coming down the hall until you–at least, he assumed it was you–showed up, blinking.

“Ah, here already?!” “Huh? Wait–S/O, is that you?” yes, it seemed that you were a Killer Bee. Mondo was….mildly shocked. But, then again, you did kind of have a cute little quirk where you’d draw out s’ and z’s when you talked.

You were….really good looking in a way. You grinned and flew over to Mondo, hugging him tightly, which, he returned after a bit of a pause.

The six of you caught up with each other, and though Mondo had to get over the last bit of surprise he had when he found out you were a Killer Bee, he had no problem with it.

Ishimaru and Chihiro, on the other hand, were mildly afraid of you due to hearing how aggressive Killer Bees could be sometimes. But, since you and Mondo were too busy eating each other’s faces and making goo-goo eyes at each other, they thought: if you were happy, they were too.

And, for sure, Mondo loved you a whole bunch.

#danganronpa imagines #dr1 imagines #monster au imagines #multi-monster imagine #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #byakuya togami #leon kuwata #mondo oowada #mondo owada #long imagines #two/multi-parter imagines

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namjoontunes · 7 years ago

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Lost and Found (BTS members x Reader)

Genre: Fantasy AU, Fluff

Summary: In a world where mythical creatures like dryads and vampires are commonplace, how will a household of supernatural humanoids react to their new kitten being a shapeshifting girl?

Warning: Blood and injury mention, but nothing bad

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s notes: This is my first BTS story, and really the first fic I’ve published to Tumblr. I was reading Silver by @dianas-world when I was inspired to write this, so if there are any similarities that’s probably why! I’m not really sure where this story is gonna go but I basically have the first 3 chapters (if u include the prologue) written already so you can look forward to those! I changed some of the “features” per se of some of the mythological creatures just to make the story more interesting or easier to write. The romance might take a little bit to get to but I promise it’s coming! Main character is a shapeshifter, Jin is a dryad, Yoongi is a vampire, Hobi is an angel, Namjoon is a werewolf, Jimin is a kitsune, Taehyung is a fairy, and Jungkook is a dragon hybrid. Enjoy!

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Prologue

Deep in the woods, down the winding road and by the side of the long dirt driveway, there was a chickadee, perched high in a pine tree. It’s right talon was supporting all the bird’s weight, as it’s left hung limply in the wind, mangled and bloody. It’s feathers were dull and ruffled, it’s stomach painfully tight, it’s mind tired.

The chickadee was staring intently into the window of the house opposite it, watching the boys inside go about their evening, as it had been doing for the past hour. They seemed kind. Their interactions with each other looked to be filled with playful love. But what was really fascinating was they all seemed to be just like the chickadee. Still, you can’t tell a lot about people by watching from a distance for a little while. Sometimes you just need to have faith.

And so, deciding to put its faith in the kindness of others, the chickadee flew down towards the house, landing delicately on the front porch. As it touched down, the chickadee’s form began to change, feathers shifting into fur, wings becoming legs, sharp talons turning into sharp claws, until finally a kitten about two handfuls big sat where the bird once was. Her back left leg was torn and mangled, just as the chickadee’s was, and the hunger in her stomach remained as potent as ever.

Staring up at the door, the kitten let out the loudest mew she could manage, hoping she could be heard over the commotion inside. Every inch of her body was on high alert, ready to run if things began to go south. The kitten meowed again, and then again, her voice soft and pitiful in the autumn winds.

Suddenly, the door in front of her swung open and she ran back a few feet as yellow light poured into the darkness. Standing in the doorway was a tall man, his face broken into a smile as soon as he laid eyes on the kitten. “Ha! I told you guys I wasn’t hearing things, there is a cat out here!” The man called back into the home.

Crouching down, he extended his hand towards the brown tabby, making kissy noises as he did so. “Come here kitty kitty, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The man was still grinning as he called out to the kitten huddling in the dark. As she considered her options, or lack thereof really, the kitten’s eyes were drawn to one of the reasons it had decided to take a risk and trust these strangers: the pair of white feathery wings sprouting from his back.

Her initial stakeout of the house revealed that the house contained multiple non-humans, much to her surprise. Supernatural creatures, humanoid and otherwise, were well known in this world, and you could find them in just about any town. But they were far from the majority. Non-humans were frequently looked down upon by ‘normal’ people, often labeled as dangerous and unnatural. As a supernatural creature herself, the kitten found solace in the company of other non-humans, and finding a home with what appeared to be seven non-humans seemed to be a gift from god in her moment of need.

As the kitten hesitated, more faces appeared in the doorway. It was hard to distinguish their faces against the bright light coming from within the home, but she could hear them speaking to one another.

“You weren’t kidding Hobi there really is a cat out here!”

“Of course I wasn’t kidding, you guys should believe me more often.”

“Awww it’s so cute can we keep it?”

“What if it has rabies Tae?”

“No it looks sweet I doubt it has rabies!”

“Can I go pick it up?”

“No Jimin you’re gonna scare it off. We’re probably already frightening it enough all crowding around it like this. All of you get out of here let Hobi take care of it.”

“Someone grab me a can of tuna or milk or something this poor thing looks like it hasn’t eaten in days”

The kitten had backed further away from the commotion, but calmed down a bit once the doorway cleared. Usually she tried to stay on her own, and being around so many people frightened her. But she knew she needed help, not to mention the promise of tuna made her empty stomach growl.

The angel, who the cat had deduced was named Hobi, was still smiling at her with his hand out, murmuring soft reassurances. Ever so slowly, the kitten hobbled over to him, watching carefully for any signs of aggression or ill intent.

“There you go. Poor thing, what happened to you? It’s okay now, we’ll take care of you.”

The tabby meowed quietly in response to his words. She had almost reached his hand when another figure appeared in the doorway, holding two bowls. The imposing horns on the person’s head signified some sort of supernatural heritage to the cat, but she couldn’t quite tell what.

“I got the tuna and the milk, hyung.”

“Alright put it down next to me and then get out of here, I’ll let you guys know when you can come see it.”

The unknown person did as he was told, and quickly disappeared inside the house. As the scent of tuna drifted over to the kitten, hunger overcame fear and she limped her way as fast as she could over to the bowl. Purrs erupted from her chest as she enjoyed her first real food in a few days.

The angel watched the kitten feasting with a smile on his face. He reached his hand down and gently placed it on her back, hoping he wouldn’t scare her away. She froze at first, debating whether or not to flee, but quickly went back to eating. The angel began to gently stroke the tabby’s fur, and she found herself enjoying his gentle touch.

After she had stuffed herself on tuna and milk, the kitten limped closer to where Hobi was crouched and plopped on the ground, her injured leg splayed out beside her as if to showcase it to him.

“Poor little baby,” he cooed to the kitten, frowning at her injury. “Here, let’s take you inside and see what we can do about this boo-boo!”

As gently as he could, Hobi scooped the kitten into his hands, being very careful of her leg. As he entered the house, the rest of the boys rushed away from the window where they had been watching and started grouping up around Hobi.

“No no no you all back up we still need to give this lil guy some space. It’s leg is hurt, Namjoon can you grab a pillow and bring it to the kitchen table?”

Now that the kitten was in the well-lit house, she could make out the members of the household in detail. The one Hobi referred to as Namjoon appeared to be a werewolf or some sort of dog hybrid, as indicated by the ears on top of his head and the tail wagging excitedly. As the tabby got a better look at the horned boy she guessed he was some sort of dragon hybrid. It was much easier to guess what kind of supernatural creatures they were from inside the house as opposed to up in a tree, and the kitten noticed a fairy, a kitsune, a dryad, and a vampire among those she hadn’t already identified. So many different heritages, all living together in one home. It made the kitten hopeful about her possibilities of fitting in here.

Namjoon came back with a pillow and set it down in the middle of the table Hobi was approaching. As carefully as he could, the angel placed the kitten on the pillow, making sure her injured side was facing up. He sat down in the chair closest to her and started examining her leg. Namjoon was still hovering around, his tail thumping against various furniture. “It’s so cute!!! Can you fix it’s leg Hobi?”

“I think so, but it might be a while before it will be 100% better.”

“So that means we get to keep it, right?” asked the dragon hybrid.

“A pet’s a lot of responsibility,” the vampire pointed out.

“Yeah,” the dryad agreed. “I’m not cleaning any litter boxes so if you want a cat you guys will have to care of that.”

“Me, Jimin, and Jungkook can take turns cleaning the litter box, right guys?” The fairy turned to the kitsune and the dragon, hoping they’d agree with his plan.

They both nodded in affirmation and the kitsune added, “Yeah, that’s a good idea! Can we please keep it, hyungs?”

Hobi and Namjoon looked at each other, and then at the dryad and the vampire boy. “What do you guys think?” Hobi asked. “I’d feel bad sending it back outside, and if Namjoon’s tail is any indication he’s already smitten with the little kitten.”

The vampire shrugged, watching as Namjoon playfully shoved Hobi. “I’m fine with it, it doesn’t seem like it’ll be too much trouble. And it is really cute”

“I agree with Yoongi. As long as I don’t have to clean any litter boxes, I’m fine with it staying,” the dryad concluded.

“Great! Well I’ll work on healing this little guy- err,” Hobi turned to the kitten, examining it closely before continuing, “This little girl, actually, and then we can figure out a name.”

The kitten had been starting to doze off on the pillow, but was jolted awake by hands touching her. “Shhh it’s okay little kitty,” the angel cooed. “You’re gonna feel a lot better in just a second.”

Hobi closed his eyes, his hands still on the kitten, and a sudden warmth overtook her. It felt like her fondest memories were flowing through her body, from her mother’s smile to her old friend’s laugh, seeing the first spring flowers and falling asleep near her loved ones, all of it spreading throughout her until she felt like her bones had become sunshine and her veins had turned into flowers.

After a few moments of bliss, the glow that had been radiating from Hobi’s hands dimmed until it was no more, leaving the kitten feeling at peace. Her leg, which had previously been raw and bleeding, was now a closed wound, though not completely healed.

“I did the best I could,” Hobi announced, “but it’ll still be a little while before she’s 100% better. Now, anyone have any ideas for names?”

The kitten didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, having drifted off into a deep sleep, her old memories still lingering in her mind.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fantasy au #bts scenarios #bts fic #fanfic #vampire!yoongi #dryad!jin #werewolf!namjoon #angel!hobi #angel!hoseok #fairy!taehyung #dragon!jungkook #kitsune!jimin #bts x reader #i don't know what else to tag this as #fantasy au #lost and found

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clevernewdimension · 8 years ago

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Inhumans Part Two

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

The first few moments after you wake up are the worst. You’re drowsy, your body is stiff and you feel like you’re dying of thirst. So when I open my eyes as I wake up, already hating the fact I had to wake up, the fact that there were three pairs of eyes looking at me really didn’t help matters. Groaning, I sit up quickly, causing the three of them to jump back quickly.

“See we didn’t even have to wake her,” Jongdae says, holding his arms up. His voice louder than it should be around someone who’s just woken up.

“We have to wake her so she can get some dinner,” Chanyeol explains, “She’s probably starving.”

“Well then why did we let her sleep all day, again,” Jongdae asks, throwing his hands in the air.

Baekhyun slaps his arm lightly, “Because she was tired.”

“I’m right here,” I say with a groan, pouting at them.

“Well it’s time to wake up,” Baekhyun says, filling the room with light. About twenty little orbs float close to the ceiling, looking like stars.

“Fine,” I say, getting up and finally stretching. I wouldn’t have been able to go back to sleep with the light in here anyways. Besides, I am actually starving. “Can I shower or something? Anyone have a spare toothbrush?”

“Alright here,” Jongdae says, shaking a backpack before turning and walking towards the door.

“And where exactly is the bathroom with the showers,” I ask, quickly following behind him as Baekhyun links his arm with mine and Chanyeol follows.

“They’re community showers,” Baekhyun explains, “This building use to be one of those fancy rich kid schools. Abandoned, but it’s our home. If you promise not to run away, I can show you around!”

I smile at his bubbly attitude, because he was just so happy and it was honestly infectious. Even in the situation I was in, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Not by yourself you’re not,” A voice states from ahead of us.

I look up and see Sehun. Before I could say something Baekhyun lets go of my hand, running down the hall and, quite literally, throwing himself at Sehun. “Sehunnie, why would I not be allowed to show her around,” the pout on his face was adorable.

“You could if someone else is there, but not by yourself. You’re literally the only one of us who she could escape from,” Sehun says, rolling his eyes. “Hyung, stop,” He says, pushing Baekhyun’s face away from his arm as the shorter man tried to bite it.

“That’s not true,” He whined, giving up on biting Sehun as we catch up with them. He lets go of Sehun and links his arm with mine.

“How would you stop her if she tried to run,” Chanyeol asks, “You’re an awful shot, so you’d most likely shoot her in the damn head when aiming for the leg. You’re awful with weapons. You could blind her, sure, but she’s smart enough to cover her eyes.”

“She also happens to be smarter than you,” Jongdae teased, laughing as Baekhyun hit him for his remark.

The back and forth between the men who accompanied me got louder and louder as time went on. They acted like brothers, making fun of one another and playfully hitting each other, and I couldn’t help but think it was rather cute. I find myself understanding why my mom wanted to help them. Seeing them like this, joking between friends, it’s hard to see them as criminals.

“Here we go,” Chanyeol says, opening the door.

I peek my head in and my jaw drops. The floor was marble, white and cleaner than I expected. I walked in looking up and seeing nice light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. The right wall was lined with multiple sinks and one long, continuous mirror. The walls here tiled with black and white tiles that created an intricate triangular geometric design. The left and back wall was lined with doors, ten in total, though after about ten feet up, the walls stopped and there was no roof except the one over the whole room. One on the back wall had steam coming from it, the sounds of someone showering echo in the room. I took a few steps, peeking in the first stall and saw that there was a small space that you can get dressed, and a huge shower that had multiple shower heads and a bench in it to sit down. It had a glass door separating the shower from the changing area, so that water didn’t get all over everything.

“The stuff you’ll need is here. Jongin will take you so you can get some things from your apartment later tonight.” Jongdae hands me the backpack before turning and walking out the room as the other three swiftly follow him.

I shake my head, quickly entering the stall. Turning on the shower, let it heat up as I look at the stuff in the backpack. Hairbrush, hair ties, toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes that looked like my mom’s, socks, soap, shaving razor, shampoo and conditioner. Setting it all in, I quickly shower, scrubbing the small flakes of dried blood off that somehow were still on my hands and under my nails.

My thoughts drift to what my coworkers thought as I missed today’s shift. Someone must have taken my phone, since no one called me. I wondered if they were worried for me. I know a few of them would try to check on me, but do they really care? Would they really care if I went missing if they knew I was lying the whole time? Junmyeon said that they were suspicious of me since my mother died… would they have come after me if this didn’t happen? Would I have been taken to some secret place to be executed? Or would they have kept me and tested on me.

My thoughts were shattered after I hear a soft voice singing. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, however, since I didn’t know the language. Though, I didn’t really need to, as the voice calmed my panicking thoughts and help me relax. Just as I was getting completely calm, the voice stopped. Part of me wanted to call out and tell whoever it was to not stop, but the thought alone embarrassed me beyond belief. It doesn’t take me long to finish my shower, the hot water relieving some of the tension in my neck and shoulders. Once I was completely clean the emptiness of my stomach became too hard to ignore, I shut off the shower and got dressed. I could hear one of the sinks on and someone brushing their teeth as I open the door.

“Oh, Y/N,” the voice mumbles, a little bit of foam by his mouth.

Leaving the stall, I look up and smile. Of course the peaceful, tranquil song came from him. It made complete sense, honestly. He looked embarrassed, looking down and trying to avoid my gaze.

I walk over to another sink, “Hi, Yixing.” My smile was wide, trying to free him from his embarrassment.

He smiled at me, his mouth full of toothpaste. “Oh,” He said, spitting the foam out and rinsing his mouth out, “Sorry. I suppose I was a bit lost in my own world when you came in. I didn’t hear you at all...”

“Which is a feat, since four of the loudest people I’ve ever met escorted me here,” I say with a laugh. I don’t know what it was, but it was like he had this aura of peace around him that made me feel fine. Like I could talk to him, which is a lot to me, since the only person I ever felt like that with was my mom.

“Baekhyun, Jongdae, Chanyeol and little baby Sehun,” He asks, giving an awkward laugh before rinsing his out of the rest of the toothpaste. He rinses his toothbrush out, before slipping it in a holder that rested on one of the sinks. Each sink had them, some with two, one, and some with none.

I nod, getting my toothpaste and toothbrush. “Little baby Sehun?”

“He’s the youngest. Sometimes you can’t tell, but other times he acts like it.”

That was shocking to learn. He looks like he could be one of the oldest. “Hows your arm,” I ask before I start to brush my hair.

“It’s fine,” He says, a slight grimace as he moved his right arm.

“Liar,” I say, “Remember it’s no use in lying around me.” I wag my finger at him, a habit I shared with my mother.

“Ok, fine,” He says, a blush on his cheeks, “It hurts. A lot.” Yixing looked like the most innocent person to ever exist in that moment. He wore black sweatpants and a white loose v-neck tee, and I take it as a sign he was going to take it easy for a while.

After a few minutes of silence, I finish brushing my teeth before throwing my hair into a messy bun, “Let me see it.”

“What,” He says, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Your shoulder,” I explain, a smile fighting its way on my face, “Can I see it? To see how it’s healing?”

“Oh, right...Um, sure,” He stammered.

I suppressed the laugh that wanted to fight its way out. Yixing was embarrassed and he looked so cute when he was. Before he could move, I take the neckline of his tee and pull. It was a v-neck, so I was able to see the stitches. “What the fuck,” I stuttered, looking at it, “It’s… almost ready to take the stitches out? How?”

“Um… well,” He explains as I let go of his shirt. He looks down, his cheeks turning red as he ran a hand through his wet hair. “You see, while I can’t heal myself with my power, I do heal faster than other people, but only if I rest, as in, bed rest. Not moving, just laying there either sleeping or thinking. After you fell asleep yesterday and Kyungsoo took you to your room, I’ve pretty much slept non stop.”

Nodding, I shrug, “For the best, really. You have to be in an awful amount of pain right now.” I quickly gather my things, “Well, still, while you are healing much faster than normal, please don’t rip your stitches. You’d still be in big trouble if you do.”

“Could I still die if I did,” He questions loudly, his face covered in shock and worry.

“Only if I ruin more clothes making to put you back together again.” I laugh, “Now, um, can you show me where the food will be? I am starving.”

He smiles, flashing that adorable dimple at me, “Of course! Here, let me,” He says, taking my backpack from me and putting the shoulder strap over the one that isn’t injured.

My face can’t help but smile. I follow him as he explains to me what is where. He was very kind, and polite. He seemed as soft as a lamb on the inside and out. I couldn’t help but to wonder how someone like him could be some bad criminal, but perhaps he’s just better at hiding it. I couldn’t help but to remember all the scars on his chest and stomach when I was working on his shoulder.

Not all books are like their cover, I remind myself. He probably is a murderer like most of the rest of them, but given the hand they’ve all been dealt, that fact doesn’t scare me as much as it should. I’ve always been sympathetic to Inhumans, even before I knew I was one. Just because people are scared of them doesn’t mean they should all die. Sure, they’ll be some bad ones, but there will be plenty of good ones too. Plus I’m sure there are plenty of Inhumans who have powers that are harmless, like mine.

“And here,” Yixing says, opening a door on the left, “Is our dining room.”

It was smaller than I expected for a school this size, so this must not be the school dining room. The floor was dark marble, the table in the middle of the room was massive, looking like it could fit 20 people. It was made of dark wood with matching chairs, and more extravagant than anything I could have hoped to own. Two chandeliers hung from the ceiling, they were silver and lit the room, though two of the bulbs were out.

Eight bodies were at the table, already eating. They were all dressed casually, Jeans and tshirts. Most of them were loud, having a laugh and joking. It was like seeing a family.

“This is one of the few staff dining rooms,” Yixing explained as we both walked closer.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun yells, “Come sit next to me! Hurry before all the chicken is gone!”

I sat and ate quietly, just watching these men talk and care about each other. If I didn’t know any better, this would be like a group of guys going out and having a meal together, just… normal. I find myself being quiet, but enjoying their back and forth.

“Y/N!”

I look up, seeing Sehun looking at me from across the table, “Um… yes?”

“How old are you,” He inquires, leaning back in his chair, his plate completely empty of food.

Minseok laughs, “You just hope she’s younger than you so you’re no longer our maknae!”

“She’s a surgeon,” Junmyeon says with a smile, “I highly doubt she’s younger than our Sehunnie.”

Sehun rolls his eyes at them, “Nayeon said she was young, so I was just curious. After going through that much schooling she’d have to literally be a genius to be younger than me.”

“I’m 24,” I say, “I turn 25 in a little over a month. In November.”

“So she’s younger than Xiumin, Suho, and Lay,” Baekhyun says, “But older than the rest of us! See, I told you she was a noona to me!”

Jongin sees my confused face, “Our codenames. Minseok is Xiumin, as you know. Junmyeon hyung is Suho, Yixing hyung is Lay.”

“What’s yours,” I ask, finishing my food.

“Kai.”

“And,” Baekhyun interrupts, “Kyungsoo is D.O, Jongdae is Chen, Chanyeol doesn’t really have an official one, but when we talk over comms, we often just call him goof, since he’s super goofy. We call Sehun Maknae over the comms because he can’t pick a name.”

“So what do they call you, then,” I ask, leaning against my hand.

“The light of their lives,” He says with a smirk.

“Absolutely not,” Kyungsoo says with a smile. “We mostly just say, ‘HQ’ when we want his attention.”

“Which is boring,” Baekhyun whines, leaning back in his chair.

The conversation flowed, other members making suggestions for Beakhyun’s name. From ‘Sunshine’ to ‘Annoying loud mouth’. The conversation comes to an end as Jongin stands, pointing at me, “Well, Y/N, we’re going to go to your place to grab some of your things.”

“Besides clothes, what should I get,” I ask, looking between them all.

Junmyeon smiles, though it was more sad than happy. “Honestly, whatever you deem important. You might need to take a few trips.”

“Why?”

Baekhyun places a hand on my shoulder, “My job isn’t just comms. I hack into things. Security cameras, emails, and… well… police mainframes. The hospital filed a missing person's report, and two people in the alley where Jongin got you also filed an official report of Inhuman activity. The police chief ordered them to test your blood that you donated in the last blood drive a week ago. They’re onto you being an Inhuman…”

“So it’s best you take anything that has sentimental value,” Kyungsoo says, not meeting my gaze.

A long sigh left my lips, so I stand, looking over at Jongin before nodding, “Alright. Let’s go.”

“You’re not upset,” Yixing asks, frowning.

“Why be upset. It’s happening. My being upset isn’t going to stop it,” I say, giving him a smile, though it doesn't reach my eyes. I was sad, but I just have to go with the flow. “But… if I could ask a favor?”

“Anything,” Junmyeon exclaims, “Just say the word.”

“Can I… stay in a different room please,” I ask, my voice barely over a whisper. Everyone was silent in the room for the first time since I’ve been in here. “That one was my mom’s, I can tell and I just… I just can’t deal with…” I stop, knowing if I kept speaking, tears would fall down my face.

“We’ll prepare another room for you, no problem,” Chanyeol says, a big grin on his face. “There’s a pretty prime room next to the kitchen that’s open, after all.”

“One on the second floor, too,” Jongdae adds with a grin. “Some rooms are used for other things and some don’t make for good bed rooms, but I think there is a few to choose from.”

“The one on the second floor sounds fine.” I nod, “Thank you.”

Before anyone spoke anymore, I walked over to Jongin. Before I knew it, we were right in front of my apartment. He warned me to keep the lights off so that no one will be suspicious. He held up his hands, holding my set of keys. It didn’t take long. He went back and forth and dropped off bags of clothes as I packed up mementos and photo albums. After Jongin took those, I backed up my favorite quilt that my mom and grandmother made for me before they passed, my old fluffy stuffed elephant that I had since I was a child, and a necklace my mother gave me when I was in high school.

“Alright,” I said, looking at him as I stand in the hallway to the left of the front door. It suddenly felt bare in my home. After moving all that means a lot to me, this was just an apartment. And empty, lifeless apartment.

He nods, taking my hand in his. Suddenly, we hear someone messing with the lock of the front door. It opened, I see bright lights from flashlights before I’m back at their hideout. “That was a bit too close,” He says, holding his head as he leaned against the closest wall.

I figured the limit to his power was if he used it too many times too quickly, the dizzier he got, since I noticed him stumble the time before this one. Looking around, I noticed we were in the new room. It was just as small as the last one, but it had a window. The bed was made and everything I backed was sitting to the side, but not blocking the door to the bathroom.

“This use to be the upper nurse’s office,” Minseok says with a laugh, completely unfazed that Jongin and I appeared out of no where. “Pretty funny that it’ll be your room now.” He was flipping through one of the photo albums.

Sehun was standing next to him, looking over his shoulder, “Braces, huh? Wow. AND glasses?”

“My teeth are perfect now and I had laser eye surgery a few years ago,” I say, trying to keep my emotions in check. “And I suppose you can call this a doctor’s office now.”

“You were adorable as a baby, Noona,” Baekhyun giggles, sitting on a desk that was against the wall next to the door. Another photo album open on his lap. “Look at those cute chubby cheeks!”

I set the quilt and elephant on my bed, moving to the desk to place the necklace on top of it. Baekhyun peeked at it “It says something. ‘Though she be little she is fierce’, huh, what is that from?”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Shakespeare,” Junmyeon states, from the doorway. “Act three, I think.”

“You would know that, bookworm,” Sehun jested, smirking at him. Junmyeon just ruffled his hair, smiling at him.

“My mom gave it to me when I was 12. The kids at school were picking on me because I was so much shorter. Being moved up a few classes didn’t help matters on that, to be fair,” I say, keeping the smile on my face even if I so desperately wanted to cry.

Everyone was there, and they helped me unpack and rearrange everything. Except Yixing, whom I made sit on the chair at the desk. Soon, the room was looking better as I hung some fairy lights around the room. They were white and purple, and went around the whole room. It was finally feeling cozy as I yawn, sitting down on the bed. I did nothing at all but sleep and eat and yet I was exhausted. I suppose it was because I was emotionally drained.

A few minutes later, after everyone started to filter out, the only one left in the room was Yixing, who was still sat at the desk. “Are you ok,” I inquired, glancing towards his shoulder.

“Um, yeah. We got some pain medication for me, so it’s fine. But… well… are you ok?” He asks, looking at me with concern. His hands were playing with one another. It seemed like it was a nervous tick that he couldn’t stop.

“Yeah, completely,” I lie, but my facade is perfect. People can never catch me when I’m lying. I know all the tells and avoid doing them.

“You’re lying,” He says, shaking his head. “While I can’t tell when someone is lying, I can heal people, and I’m aware of their health. That also includes their mental health and you… you’ve been extremely sad, and I know it’s probably because you haven’t really mourned your mother.” He stands, walking towards the door. His body was rigid, his hands now shaking. “I know you want to be left alone, so I will, but know that I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as he spoke the last sentence. He was completely tense and refusing to look back at me, his eyes locked onto the wall outside my door.

My words were caught in my throat. I try to keep the tears from falling, from completely breaking down in front of him. When I could finally speak, it comes out very uneven, “Why are you sorry?”

Yixing looks back and I see a bitter smile, “If we didn’t need a doctor for me, your mother would be alive. But we went to find someone to help me one day and she immediately said yes and got mixed up in our lives.” He laughed, though it was empty, “She was happy, helping us, even though she knew what we were doing. She believed in equality for us… for you, and she wanted to see it happen in her life but now she can’t.”

“She was killed in a car accident,” I whisper, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Yixing shakes his head, turning to look out the door again. “They found out that she was helping us… so they made it look like an accident, it happens all the time. Why do you think politicians who voice pro equality views suddenly end up dead? They fear us so much that they’d kill innocent people.” He looks at me once again, “Y/N… they fear us, and there is no stronger weapon of hate than fear, because it rationalizes everything, even killing innocent people and children.”

Tears finally fell from my eyes. My heart was ripped into millions of pieces the day she died. She was the only person I had in my life. The only one who cared about me, who understood me… and someone took her from me. They wanted to kill her. The realization hit me about why Yixing was telling me this. He felt completely guilty. Like it was his fault she was dead. “Yixing, it’s not-” I look up to tell him, only to see an empty room before me.

I laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling, clutching the stuffed elephant to my chest. Silent tears fell from my eyes and for this moment, I felt so alone. It broke my heart to think that someone like Yixing would blame himself for something he couldn’t control. “It’s not your fault Yixing,” I whisper to the silence of my room, hoping that he’d somehow hear me and know I didn’t blame him one bit.

#Things by me #exo scenarios #exo fanfiction #exo imagine #yixing scenarios #yixing fanfic #lay scenario #lay fanfic #probably won't be able to put up part three for a while sorry

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