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invoncible · 2 days ago

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mark grayson & fem!reader, MDNI cw. unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

"ow, ow, ow." you whined.

"sorry." mark whispered, loosening his grip on the fat of your waist. "sorry."

"s'okay." you hummed, shifting on top of his lap. the second you moved, he was gripping you again, hissing as his fingers dug into you painfully. "mark!"

"i'm sorry!" he said hurriedly, snatching his hands from your body completely and curling them in fists at his side. "maybe this was a mistake."

the mistake? letting him fuck raw. it started as a joke, like "oh baby, i love you so much i wish i could get rid of this thing keeping me away from you," as if it wasn't just a flimsy barrier of latex, so thin, but apparently enough to create a distance for him.

he laughed when he said it, like it was a far fetched idea that would never come to pass. but nothing is off limits with you. not where he's concerned.

naturally, he did not expect you to agree. couldn't stop the rush of blood to his dick when you said, "you can get rid of it, as long as you pull out."

those were magic words if he's ever heard any, and who was he to reject the gift you've given him?

"just..." his breath caught in his throat, groaning involuntarily when your nails scratched the back of his neck. "stay still."

"mark," you whine. "i don't have super strong legs like you do."

he was on his back. you straddled him, legs folded in a squat so low that your heels poked just underneath your ass. you tried your hardest not to sink down on him completely. he was barely halfway inside your pussy when he begged you to stop with an urgency. but it was getting harder and harder now that you could feel every groove and vein of his cock twitching inside your walls.

your hand curled around the base of his neck while the other clung to his broad shoulders, the sweat of his skin making your palms all clammy.

you pouted, huffing impatiently. "you were the one that wanted this."

"i know, baby." he hummed hoarsely. he looked like a virgin, all tense underneath your naked body. besides his curled fists, his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. "but i'm gonna cum if you move."

you blinked down at him, fighting the urge to laugh and failing. "seriously?"

his body heats up at the sound and he peeks open one eye, brows furrowed in offense. "don't laugh."

"it's kinda funny." you hum and lean down. "kinda cute."

mark catches the way your eyes were lidded, the way you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stop your sweet giggles. the swell of your tits, hard nipples pressing against his chest, your hair brushing against his skin as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth—

"fuck," his hips bucked up, jolting you in his lap. you squeaked as your hips were finally seated flush against him with a wet plap! you tumbled against him, face planted into the crook of his neck.

fully sheathed in your gummy walls, mark thinks he's found heaven. you were so warm, so wet, so soft. and squeezing the life out of him—he was this close to getting you pregnant, he could feel it.

the satisfied moan that leaves your lips almost made him feel bad. but for the sake of your future, he had to take extra caution.

"okay, wait." mark inhaled a shaky breath before gripping your arms, pushing you up and away from his face. a shiver snakes its way down your spine at how easily he manhandles you, keeping your torso upright above him. he has to physically turn his head to stop his eyes from trailing along the delicious arch in your back. "don't move. i'm gonna—" he starts to pull his hips back ever so carefully. "slowly—"

"mm..." your thighs press tight around his hips, pussy tightening around him like it was begging him not to leave, to stay warm and deep inside your pretty little cunt.

"fuck—babe," he whined, brown eyes pleading as they gazed up at you. "you're not helping."

mark was gripping you way too hard again, his hips stuttering in place. you were squirming in his lap, grinding against him and he grunts, eyes screwing shut.

"mmf, m'sorry, you just feel sooo good." your eyes flutter, whimpering breathily when your aching hole was finally, finally getting the attention it needed. not enough, but still better than nothing. "we need to do this more often..."

the fact he was doing this at all coupled with the thought of doing this a second time made his head spin.

"i seriously wasn't—ah—kidding before." he choked on his words when he felt your glossy pussy clench around him, spilling slick around his pulsing red tip.

think about anything else, he begs himself. there was a new issue of seance dog coming out soon. oh, and a collectible. did he have enough money for that? holy shit, he could hear the smack of your ass against his thighs loud and clear.

his eyes flickered to your face, twisted with pleasure. you were so pretty. he loves you. he wants to grow old and retire with you. leave this fucked up hero thing behind someday. how many more times will he get to lose himself in your soft skin, body rolls, and perfect tight pussy before he kicks the bucket? he could've died happy even after the first time with you.

"y/n—"

"cum inside," you demand, brows furrowed in exertion from holding back. you wanted him to fuck you like he meant it, like how he usually does.

mark's heart lurches in his chest, his cock twitching inside you that pulls a string of moans from your pretty lips. his cheeks heat up. "y-you don't mean that." you couldn't mean that. "you said—"

"forget what i said." your head hung loose above him, upper body still suspended in the air. "cum inside." your voice was pleading, a near sob as you begged for him. "please?"

mark never told his girl no and he wasn't going to start now.

he brought you down against his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. cradling you close as he pistons his hips deep inside your cunt. "yeah," he grunted, shifting his hips to get some better leverage, slamming up into you without any inhibition. "you're so fucking hot, god, you feel so good—"

all you could offer him was a strangled moan, feeling him in your stomach, chest, throat.

"fuck. i love you," he whined so sweetly, hugging you close and sinking his teeth down onto your shoulder. "m'gonna cum, but i'll make it up to you, baby, promise—"

within the next second, you felt his body tense. his grip on your ass was bruising, heavy balls tightening and spilling hot strings of cum deep inside you. his cock was coated with his own release, a milky white ring collecting at his base. you moaned softly against his skin, feeling warm and full, satisfied with the way he panted in your ear.

he didn't bother to pull out. he pumped into you slowly, fucking his cum deep inside. if he was gonna do it, might as well do it right.

then he rolled you over, laying you delicately against the sheets with a breathy chuckle, like he'd just won the jackpot. he brushed some hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

"you're right, we do need to do this more often." he hummed, pinning your wrists beside your head and intertwining your fingers. "now, how do you want me?"

#invincible #invincible show #mark grayson #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson smut #invincible smut #invincible season 3

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peachylynnie · 2 days ago

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what jewelry they like on you

word count: ~300-400 per lead contains: lads men x non!mc reader, established relationship, they all adore you, jewelry descriptions, fluff, suggestive themes (sylus, rafayel, and caleb), and did i mention fluff? make it toothrotting. a/n: it's midterm season so headcanons it is. again, these are headcanons so i'm not saying i'm right. just my silly little interpretations. inspired by my impulsive buy of a bracelet the other day. no, my wallet hasn't recovered. reblogs and comments are always appreciated! tagged: @vvintqz (a little headcanon for xavier, lmk if u want me to stop tagging) lads masterlist

sylus

necklaces all the way

has a preference for silver chains with red or black charms

it's his signature colors on your pretty neck

loves it even more when the charm rests between your collarbones

if you want his nose to bleed, wear a long necklace

yes, the one that goes all the way down to your chest

but if you really want to get him going

wear a choker

doesn't even have to be a chain type or have charms

if it's a choker, he'll fold, like dogs to a bone

you can't blame him

it enticingly accentuates the rest of your neck and collarbones, the two places he likes to leave marks on

don't worry if you're hypoallergenic (like me)

he only ever gets you the finest of materials, even if you point out the cost

not that you mind or anything

"sylus," you whine.

you're going to be late. again. all because of this silver-haired man who's refusing to leave your neck alone.

"sylus!" you gasp when he tugs down the choker, his dewy lips taking advantage of the newly exposed spot.

you're starting to regret wearing a choker (not really). you thought it went well with your outfit. and it did! it added a little pop to your look, and you were excited to wear it for the first time in a while.

"hey!" you squirm in his embrace when you feel the poke of his teeth. "no marks!"

"does it really matter, sweetie?" he asks nonchalantly before continuing his assault on your neck. he loves how his tongue occasionally meets with the smooth fabric of your choker. "this," he tugs on it some more, eliciting a soft whimper from you. "will cover them."

sighing, you make a mental note to apologize to your friends for being late when you meet them.

xavier

earrings

especially studs or the mini drop ones that come in cute graphic designs.

there's just something about the way the adorable little charms hang from your ears

really, he thinks they complement your face shape

and he loves to cup your face whenever

but when you wear the ones that are star-themed

he's looking at you as if you're the one who hung them up in the night sky

seriously, he's never seen anything more beautiful

it also strokes his jealousy (?) in a way (cuz yk he's all abt the stars)

but that's worth like...less than 1% of the experience

he just really loves seeing you wear them

don't worry if your ears aren't pierced

clip-ons are a thing, and he'll make sure to get that ones that are both high quality and comfortable

he also loves watching you put them on

his cheeks hurt from smiling too much. he tries to cover his rosy face when you lean towards the mirror.

you're adjusting the backing of your new star stud. furrowing your brows, you tilt your head to the side for a better look.

xavier swears he's never seen anything more beautiful in his life. here you are, making something so simple as adjusting an earring look so skillful and charming.

"done!" you secure the backing and spin around to show your boyfriend. "what do you think?"

"yeah," he nods softly. "i think you're glowing."

you giggle and embrace him tightly.

"thanks for surprising me with them," you chirp, peering up at him.

the stars on your ears shine. no different from your eyes.

"anything for you, starlight," he whispers, stroking your cheek with a thumb. "anything for you."

rafayel

bracelets

listen

we all know this man is a FIEND for our hands

i may not have all of his five-star cards

but tell me why it is that in all the ones i have, he's YEARNING for our hands at some point

jumps at every chance to help you put one on

has a thing for cuff bracelets

like the metal swirly ones that hold a jewel in the middle

they exude the sense of royalty in a way (he's a god so)

most definitely has designed some for you too

and by some, i mean numerous

what's really heartwarming about that though is that he collects the materials himself

the amount of seashells he has preserved for you

but back to him being down bad for our hands

there's something about the way cuff accompanies the bare skin of your wrist and gently presses against your pulse

he's in heaven whenever he nuzzles against your wrist and feels the cool metal graze his heated skin.

"wait," you squint at the bracelet rafayel just secured around your wrist. "did you design this?"

"yup," he answers with a puffed chest. "good eye, cutie. how'd you know?"

you roll your eyes lovingly.

"first of all, i'm your partner, raf." turning your wrist, you admire the intricate swirls of the cuff. "second of all, your works normally have a trademark."

"oh?" he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him, his lips already tracing your wrist. "and what would that be?"

you try not to shudder when his siren eyes meet yours.

"isn't this from one of your lemuria collections?" you shakily gesture towards the sapphire seashell crested on top. "you always reference lemuria in your works, right?"

"wrong," his tongue darts out, savoring your quickened pulse as punishment for your incorrect answer. "it's not just lemuria i always reference in my works."

he tightens the cuff.

"it's you, cutie."

zayne

rings

he loves the subtlety of them

especially the ones made out of thinner bands

they bring out the beauty of your fingers

he loves the way they shine whenever you move your hands too

let's say the two of you are at a cafe

sitting across from each other and reading novels

except he gets distracted (in a good way) whenever your flip a page

your ring glimmers in the sunlight that's peeking through the window

oh wow, not only is there a halo over your head, there's a halo around your finger too

he can't help but reach out at some point

and trace your left ring finger

imagining what it would be like to gift you one

a simple one that conveys an impactful message

one he hopes you'll say yes to

and bound not only both his and your left ring fingers

but also your souls to each other

"zayne? are you alright?"

he snaps out of his thoughts, lifting his chin from his palm.

"sorry," he apologizes as smoothly as he can. "could you repeat that?"

you smile endearingly. his heart beats rapidly.

"i asked if you were alright."

"yes," he answers before clearing his throat. "yes, of course. why?"

"oh, it's just," you giggle. "you're still tracing my finger."

zayne immediately retracts his hand.

"sorry," he apologizes again. this time profusely. "did i make you uncomfortable?"

"no, no," you immediately reassure. "i liked it. it's just you were doing it for a while..." you pause before continuing. "i thought you were checking for dead skin or something."

zayne blinks.

"you thought i was checking for dead skin?" he repeats incredulously.

you nod slowly. now it's your turn to be flustered.

at that, he chuckles with a shake of his head and returns to tracing your left finger, ignoring your amusing assurances about how you always wash your hands thoroughly.

yes, he's most definitely going to marry you.

caleb

anklets

this totally wasn't inspired by that one scene in the main story where he pins our leg down with his evol

nope not at all

i don't know what you're talking about

he likes the ones that come with dangly charms

this is because he can hear you whenever you move

interpret that however you want

but really, he loves how the sound gets louder and louder

because that means you're moving TOWARDS him

he wants to gift you a whole bunch of charms

specifically apple and sky themed

it's over for him if you wear it while your legs are exposed

that man is on the floor, his hands haphazardly roaming up and down your bare skin

and when he notices the anklet with the charms that he gifted?

it's over for you

his fingers are slipping underneath the anklet, wrapping around your ankle, and pulling you to him

where's his face at?

uhhhhh

you're trying to control your breathing. you really are. but it's hard to when there's a man, an incredibly gorgeous one with lavender eyes deep enough to engulf you whole, settled in front of you, specifically in between your legs.

thankfully (not really), he hasn't done anything yet. he's just kneeling there with his metal fingers snaked around your ankle and his eyes transfixed on the anklet you decided to wear.

"uhm," you start, nervously shifting on the couch. "is there something wrong with my ankle, caleb?"

he finally looks at you. you can't tell if he's angry. definitely not with your foot resting against his broad shoulder.

"nothing's wrong, pips." he speaks after an eternity.

you sigh in relief. eager to get out of this compromising position, you try to put your foot down. keyword: try.

"caleb, what-"

"when did you put the charm on?"

"oh, uh," you notice him looking at the anklet again, but more at the apple charm. it has a snake coiled around it. "a while ago? i think as soon as you gave it to me."

he breathes in sharply.

you think it's over when he releases you. you're proven wrong when he grabs both of your ankles and drags you to the end of the couch, his chin dangerously close to your core.

"you really don't make it easy for me, pips."

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anotherghosthere · 2 days ago

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There are

A couple. But if I had to choose five...

Top gear for the snes, definitely has to be here. I first played it as a kid, not teen, but I still play it as an adult. It's one of the first games I remember playing, and it's music is constantly playing in my head, all the time. It made me realize racing games could be pretty fun once I wasn't so bad at it.

Minecraft. Anyone who played minecraft around it's earlier years (or even nowadays, I don't know how it is these days, actually.) doesn't really need an explanation for why it's here. I had a BLOG. Like an actual blog, where I would post about mods and some texture packs I made. They were bad, and some posts I didn't even test the mods properly before writing about them (shame on past me), but I was passionate enough about it to have the blog in the first place, so... Yeah.

A bit of a weird one: Danganronpa. I'm not super into the game itself, nowadays, but the fandom is how I found some of my longest time friends.

...wow I'm having a tough time choosing the last two, there are WAY too many games I wanna ramble about

I think The World Ends With You has to take a spot. I don't have a pin collection for no reason. Plus the other day I was listening to the OST on my way to work and started crying. Not just any game can do that.

...And last but not least, if we're talking about youth/teens, I have to mention the game that made me realize rhythm games could be a bit more than, well, guitar hero or ddr. It is Elite Beat Agents for the nintendo DS, the english language counterpart to uhhh (Ill try to spell it right because I can't be bothered to google) "Moero nekketsu Rhythm Damashii! Osu! Takakae! Ouendan!" Which is basically the predecessor from where they took the basic gameplay for... "Osu!", which is what a lot of people think of when you say "rhythm game". Was it a good game? Well, I enjoyed it, and it left me wanting rhythm games that did different things from the ones I already knew.

...There are a couple other games I really debated choosing over these, but oh well I guess these are the five and I officially hate all other video games ever made.

#Well that was a ramble and a half #Video games #top gear #Danganronpa #Minecraft #the world ends with you #elite beat agents #osu #ghost rambling

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sashayed · 2 days ago

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watched GHOST (1990) last night and boy it is not a good movie but some people in it look so great i think they had to stop making people like that. tony goldwyn serving the kind of aristocratic Luciferian twink beauty that would make thomas mann's corpse wake up, climb out of his grave and slap himself so hard he dies again.

whoopi goldberg iconic for a reason. she is doing all the work normies do with their eyebrows with her eyeBAGS.

the ginger rogers of eyebrow acting: upside down and hairless. a trailblazer. in this post-Substance world it feels on the nose to talk about how beautiful young demi moore is (not-young demi moore, duh, also so beautiful) but golly. if you have a weakness for girls who look like the cartoon mouse waitress at the cartoon mouse sexy jazz bar (👋) Watch Out.

i'll tell you one thing about 1990, they'd be like "a very sexy thing for a beautiful woman to wear on a glamorous date? is a brocade vest."

and i think that was very brave and innovative of them. anyway you know who else has a great face? rick aviles who plays the absolutely thankless role of willy lopez.

a SUPERB face that we didn't get to see enough bc he died at 43 of AIDS-related heart failure. fucked up. apparently he was a very gifted comedian! oh also vincent schiavelli The Subway Ghost

wonderful face!! i'm not mentioning patrick swayze bc i think i have a whole post in me about his Trembling Masculine Vulnerability as a movie star and i don't want to blow my load about it. verdict: pretty bad movie. four stars

#me noted film appreciator #sorry for all the Posting today. i'm on deadline at work obviously.#long post #ghost

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yanderedrabbles · 13 hours ago

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This is a thought I’ve had ever since i read your yandere outlaws story: what if you (try to) run away with one of the outlaws…could you even do that…. Would the poor guy even survive if you two get caught

Which of the yandere outlaws would run away with you?

CW: noncon, violence, knife play

You can't exactly ask the boss to run away with you. He's got responsibilities, authority. His men rely on him. If he wasn't the boss though? Yeah, in that case his loyalty would stretch very far at all.

The gunslingers absolutely would. But is it really a good idea? Without the boss around, there's no one keeping them in check. How much tighter will their grip be, with no one to scold them for the bruises?

They're the type to make you earn their help, and then force you to keep paying off that favour for the rest of your life.

"Mighty dangerous thing you're askin' pretty."

"How you gonna compensate us for our trouble?"

The wrangler absolutely wouldn't. Which is a real pity, since he's probably the only one with the skills to evade tracking. But he's also loyal to a fault.

"I wish I could beauty, but there are some debts that can never be repaid."

The kid, hmm. Yes. Maybe. It depends on how much time they give him. The outlaws know he's still soft, so I don't think they'll leave him alone with you for too long. He's young and guilty. You can definitely manipulate him.

"I'll...I'll do it. Just don't tell anyone, 'kay?"

The second in command, the man who claims to love you. You'd think all it would take is batting your pretty eyes and asking him to take you away from all this. And you'd be partly right. If it was any other gang, he'd be gone with you by morning.

But despite all their flaws, these outlaws are his brothers. He owes the boss his loyalty.

He's also a practical man. He knows it will be considered a betrayal. And the boss isn't one to let that slide. Even if he did make it out with you, he'd spend his whole life looking over his shoulder. And what kind of life is that?

"No. You belong here. Nowhere else."

But let's ignore all of that and assume you do manage to run away. How will the outlaws react to you and the traitor?

The boss will shoot them. It doesn't matter who. And then he'll bend you over the nearest thing and fuck some sense into you. Rough this time. Not holding back. You've proven kindness is wasted on you. Anal probably, dry and unprepped.

You realise for the first time exactly how thin his patience is. How cold and terrifying his anger. He'll be clipped and curt the entire time. "Move it." "C'mere." "Suck it." No sweet pet names this time, no treating you like his little girl. You want that softness? You're going to have to earn it back.

The gunslingers will make a game of it. Say whoever finds you gets to have you all week. They'll kill the traitor slow. Maybe leave him out for the ants and coyotes. And then they'll tell the boss you need to be punished.

They're the kind of bastards who'll slap a knife against your pussy just to see you shiver, scrape the tip against your inner thighs. Never drawing blood but always getting oh so close.

Double penetration too, until you're too cock drunk and hurt to even think about running.

The wrangler is the one who can track you down the fastest and also the first one to figure out if you're plotting something. He won't tell the others. He'll just follow you and come out of the dark like a ghost. Shotgun levelled right at your heart. He won't kill the traitor, but the cold glint in his eyes shows you exactly how close he is to doing it.

When he gets you home, he'll make you sleep in his bed. So if anyone mentions your absence, he can say you were with him.

He won't be angry with you. Instead, he'll just hold you. His chin on the crown of your head as you sob into his chest.

"I'm sorry beauty. But there really is no way out. Wherever you run, I will always find you."

If it's the boy who finds you, it's a toss up. He might let you go, might remember how much you cried that first day. He might still be a good person at heart.

Or, he might see this as his opportunity to finally earn the rest of your body. That's what the gunslingers said, remember? If he wants to fuck you, he needs to earn it. And what better way than to bring you home?

The second in command almost never gets angry, but this time? He doesn't even bother with a gun. He kills the traitor with a knife. Rips his throat out and leaves him to bleed out on the desert sand.

He's explosive. Grabs you by the jaw and throws you against the wall. Kisses you before you can fall, ripping your clothes off with one hand. He's the worst of them all when it comes down to it. His anger making him twice as cruel and thrice as callous.

He fucks you with the other man's blood still splattered across his face.

"You wanna be like that? Don't like it when I'm nice? Fine."

He'll fuck you dry, his hand around your throat the entire time. His lips just the tiniest bit away from yours, just watching the fear and the tears. Revelling in them. When you're done, he shoves you down on the bed.

"Open your fucking mouth."

He'll make you suck the blood and come off his cock, pulling your hair so hard it gives you a migraine.

He'll grab your jaw so hard the bones ache, and yank you up to his lips.

"I'll fucking kill you next time."

You believe him.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #Yandere Outlaws

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evreeone · 2 days ago

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i think this is a very important message, and wanted to add in a little message for people on the other side of things-- as someone with a rather poor memory, a lot of the time the reason i can start to feel it's a Failure on my part is because, more often than not, a lot of people around me take my forgetfulness as a sign of me being lazy or inconsiderate or uncaring, and can tend to take it rather personally and react as such.

so, i just wanted to mention: if you're someone with a good or decent memory, who maybe maybe struggles to fathom or understand what a poor memory is like; please be kind to those in your life who tell you they struggle with memory. to the person struggling, the forgetfulness is often annoying to them at Best, and distressing and frightening at worst. it isn't intentional, and sometimes no amount of love or determination can push past it. forgetfulness Isn't a sign that they don't care (i think in mainstream culture we frame forgetting things like birthdays or anniversaries or the like as the Highest personal failure when it comes to memory and interpersonal relationships, and we shouldn't), the brain is just a fickle thing sometimes and people's brains aren't always the most cooperative no matter how much they might wish it to be

a lot of people with memory issues beat themselves up about it enough as it is...so please be patient and understanding to those you care about who struggle with that, and don't add fuel to the fire

Apparently this needs to be said so

Forgetting things is morally neutral! Memory issues are morally neutral!

You're not a bad person if you...

forget things quickly

forget people

can't remember entire stages of your life

can't remember important things

can remember some things very well and forget other things all the time

can't remember things (or anything!) about your interests

forget to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, etc

forget to reply to texts

remember things and immediately forget them again

can't remember birthdays, events, etc

frequently answer 'I forgot' to questions

can't retain new information

forget things you used to know

only remember things when it's too late

have vague, distorted and/or unreliable memories

depend on others to know how an event you were in played out

have other symptoms that are worsened by memory issues and vice versa

... and anything else I might have missed!

#mental health

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beforetimes · 2 days ago

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Foaming at the mouth at the mere mention of role reversal Binghe and Yuan, don't mind me

Also don't mind me just spitballing here, you can take this as a prompt or not! But can you imagine Binghe's reaction to seeing Shen Yuan years in the future, probably still at Jinlan city? Not only is he taking in how different Shen Yuan looks, either in regards to how the abyss changed him or just how he's grown, but Binghe doesn't have prior knowledge that Shen Yuan would live through the abyss.

Can you imagine the shock? The misunderstanding as Binghe doesn't react to anything because he's still processing that his beloved disciple is THERE, he's ALIVE. He was though to be dead for years, but somehow he survived the abyss.

heyyyy anon so glad that i’ve managed to inspire the same obsession in you that’s spawned in me seemingly overnight. anddd i didn’t even consider the possibility of this scene when i came up with this scenario but let me try my hand at what it’d look like… also i know i wrote his name all as shen yuan in this but i only noticed after i finished and i don't want to rewrite. smile. enjoy!!

[og au post here!]

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Jinlan city carries with it a chilled breeze, curled up quietly against Luo Binghe’s skin under the edges of his robe, where flesh meets air. Face impassive, mouth a straight line and eyes heavy with poison-bourne-exhaustion only a few hours into the trip, everything spells out the path to his inevitable turning in for the night soon. The sun’s joined in his lulling to slumber, touching the horizon as the sky turns orange from blue.

Luo Binghe drifts, a reed swaying in the wind by the riverside as he investigates the town, slipping away from Liu Qingge and Mu Qingfang to survey the ghost town in his lonesome.

Everything is par for the course, almost mundane enough that Luo Binghe feels a muted frustration grab at the epicentre of his chest, wrapped around the raw meat of his heart. Always muted, desaturated and less than every sensation could be, as though Shen Yuan took with him a shred of Luo Binghe. If he were an artist, then Shen Yuan wasn’t just his muse but every hue of colour, enshrined in Luo Binghe’s memory in smudges of peach, white, green, and rosy pinks.

Of course, Luo Binghe hasn’t felt like much of anything in a long time. Every day feels like going through familiar, pre-determined motions, drifitng in and out of classes with a commitment inspired in him that never possessed him before the Immortal Alliance Conference. Even this mission, a slight deviation from the norm, feels easy enough to slot into a quiet part of his mind, where everything mundane gathers dust. Months, almost years worth of memories tucked away in a damp corner.

This should be more of the same. Luo Binghe is anticipating nothing else.

Then—a figure bumps into him, bringing him to a stumbling halt.

He’s practiced; the figure picks up speed when his gaze passes over them, so Luo Binghe pursues, numbness clenching at the hollow of his chest like a bird nipping fingers. Short bursts of static aimed at his hummingbird heart as he ducks into shadowy alleyways, a maze bringing him eventually to the second story of a seemingly-abandoned home.

Hand resting on his sword, Luo Binghe creeps up the stairs. Opening to a room, his gaze skips over the furniture in his first sweep before he stills at the sight of the balcony. Silhouette traced against the setting sun, the figure lowers their hood as Luo Binghe unsheaths his spiritual weapon. Its hardly silent, and the figure’s face snaps over to meet Luo Binghe’s eyes.

Lightning strikes, a shock to the heart.

Shen Yuan exhales a moment later, and it hurts almost twice as bad.

“Shizun…” He says, words so quiet he’s almost mouthing them to himself. Cultivation pulled from the equation, Luo Binghe doesn’t think he would have heard them. Here, however, they twist a blade into his palpating, trembling chest. “It’s really you here?”

He opens his mouth but words loathe to creep past his throat and spill over his teeth. Luo Binghe can only stare, drinking in details he never dared imagine, his disciple last remembered bloodied and sobbing at the ridge of a gorge touched by years Luo Binghe thought Shen Yuan had lost because of his Shizun’s incompetence.

Gone are the gentle greens and whites of Qing Jing Peak, replaced with navy blue, near black, and charcoal gray robes that layer over themselves thrice over, as though Shen Yuan tries to keep himself warm. His face lost its last vestiges of baby fat, severe green eyes dulled yet still imbued with life. Hair shiny, longer, left in a simple updo unbefitting of Qing Jing Peak’s strict standards. Luo Binghe’s mind wanders back to hazy mornings spent brushing his disciple’s hair before he’s forcefully yanked back to the present.

“I suppose Shizun suspects this lowly demon to be responsible for the plague?” Shen Yuan asks, unsurprised yet words saddled with inexplicable defeat. “With word from Qing Jing Peak’s immortal master against this one, I suppose there’s no point in dragging out the inevitable trial, though Shizun can decide if this one should dare show his face to the other Peak Lords Shizun’s brought with him.”

“Shen Yuan,” Luo Binghe manages to croak, mind speeding to such an extent that forcing words out feels like fighting past a hot charcoal shoved down his throat.

“Or,” Shen Yuan continues, as though uninterrupted, starting to pace in a way so familiar and practiced that any imagined excuses of possession or imitation vanish themselves from Luo Binghe’s mind, “Or maybe Shizun wants to bring this stupid evil demon to the Sect Leader himself before executing him—maybe he wants to claim the glory of becoming Jinlan’s saviour, maybe—maybe Shizun wants this disciples head on a spike, or—“

Shen Yuan whips around, eyes burning into Luo Binghe’s with intensity that would unwaver him if he wasn’t already off-balance. Hazy and near-floating, feeling his heart beat outside his frail body. Despite the weight of it, there’s a vulnerable desperation that robs him of breath, too reminiscent of days Shen Yuan spent at the end of Luo Binghe’s bed on days where the world pinned him to the sheets without mercy. Violent and fervent hope seems to overtake Shen Yuan.

“Or maybe Shizun just—? WIll—this one knows that Shizun wants… But everything else has changed, I can— This one—Maybe Shizun wants me to live?”

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Luo Binghe manages to say, and watches Shen Yuan’s expression freeze before shuttering, scrubbed away from a too-pale face and replaced with a jade-like twist to his lips so cold it feels as though it cuts at Luo Binghe’s skin.

He reaches out and Shen Yuan flinches.

You’re supposed to be dead, Luo Binghe thinks, standing days away from home yet able to feel the press of grass and stone under his knees as he stares at a solitary grave in Qing Jing Peak’s bamboo forest.

You’re supposed to be dead, he thinks, watching Shen Yuan turn from disciple to stranger, any hope in his former student's shoulders deflating until Shen Yuan’s taking up very little space, completely unaware he’s done it at all.

You’re supposed to be dead, Luo Binghe thinks, remembering every single conversation with Liu Qingge where they both quietly tell themselves there’s no body, there’s always a chance. They both knew they were lying to each other. I mourned you. I mourned you I mourned you I mourned you.

In the same room, Shen Yuan retreats, and despite being closer than they have been in years, Luo Binghe can feel the channel of one-sided hatred between the two of them grow ever-deeper.

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Somewhere I Belong pt. 2

Summary: After your heated kiss at The Hideout, you're aching, and eager to continue your date with Eddie. You hope he wants the same.

pt.1

Word Count: 6800+

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. smut. making out, grinding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, brief hand job, some dirty talk, role-playing (short lived, because neither reader or Eddie can't hold it together.) Eddie is anxious of reader seeing his scars, reader second guesses herself a lot and opens up to Eddie, fluff.

a/n: here's pt. 2! I am shocked and so appreciative of how well received pt.1 was! Thank you to all who read it and commented/reblogged. I didn't feel 100% with how this part was coming along, but after reading it over hundreds of times...I think I am happy with it. I am planning on a part 3, which will most likely be the final chapter. As always, please let me know what you think <3

Dividers by: saradika-graphics

You’re pacing your living room, hands clammy as you run them over yourself, trying to calm the anxiety you’re feeling. Eddie said he’d be over in about 30 minutes, mentioning that he had to drop off the guys first since they rode with him to the bar, and then he wanted to take a quick shower, not wanting for you to smell the sweat and smoke that usually stuck to his skin after his performances at The Hideout. On the drive home, you had replayed the kiss from earlier in your mind at least a thousand times, smiling to yourself at the prospect of continuing it at your place. You made sure to tidy up, not wanting to take the next step of this date in a messy house. Would he even care how your house looked? Probably not. You weren’t sure where this would lead to, but you were pretty hopeful. You could see yourself dating Eddie, and wondered if he felt the same. You had a feeling he did.

“I can do this..” You mumble, looking out your window to see if Eddie was home yet. He wasn't, his van was not there and the lights inside of what you assumed was his bedroom, are off.

You thought about changing into something a little bit more provocative, though you didn't really have anything like that in your possession currently. Well, you did have a satin camisole with a lace trim at the bottom and matching shorts, that quite literally left your ass cheeks hanging out. It was gifted to you by a friend before you made your move to Hawkins. She said it would help in getting you lucky. At the time, you laughed at the ridiculousness of it, but now, it was looking like a real possibility. You’ll have to call her up and thank her. Hmm. If you wore it, maybe you could opt out of wearing any undergarments. That'd fry Eddie's brain, you're sure. You're so deep in thought that you don't hear Eddie's van drive up. He’s quiet this time, his music is off and he purposely shuts his door softly, going up the steps, into his trailer. He didn't want you to know he was there. Yet.

Eddie turns the shower on, making it a bit nippier than usual to calm the heat that radiates from his body. He feels like a damn teenager again, dealing with raging hormones as you consume his thoughts at every hour of the day. He's had a throbbing erection ever since your heated kiss, which was so rudely interrupted by Gareth. He tilts his head back as his hand glides over his cock, washing away the salty sweat that clung to his skin after his performance, and lets out a soft moan, shuddering at the firm grip. A relief he’s sure you'd be amazing at giving him. He bets your delicate hands would feel great on him, stroking him as he'd guide you through it. He really likes knowing that he'd be your first at everything, if you'd have him, of course. Eddie had a lot of things he wanted needed to do to you. He needed to taste every inch of you, imagining that you’d taste heavily on his tongue. Needed to know your scent, have it pervade his nostrils. Eddie was completely infatuated with you, and wasn't sure how he could act normal around you anymore. Not after that kiss. You had left him smitten.

The blinds in your bedroom swiftly moved, causing the curtain to ripple at the movement. This paused the whirlwind of thoughts that were going through your head. You crease your eyebrows because you know they only did that when the doors in the trailer would open and shut thereafter. You had noticed this happen when Eddie came in one day earlier in the week to look at the faucet in your bathroom, and when he closed the door, the blinds shook. You still hadn’t heard Eddie’s music blaring from his van though, so you walked to the living room, now dressed in your “provocative” clothes you decided to put on, and looked around. The front door was still shut closed, and there was no sign of anyone breaking in while you were in your bedroom. This would be quite possibly the worst time for someone to break in, while you stand there in this barely there outfit and no weapon nearby to protect yourself. Shit. Maybe I should have locked the door.

“Mmm, my, my. What have we got here? Looking so lonely, princess.“ Eddie’s voice says from behind you. “Didn’t your mom always say to lock your doors at night? A lot of bad, scary guys out there, baby.” He grins mischievously, his eyes slowly scanning your figure. His throat becomes dry at seeing your nipples poke through the thin fabric of the camisole.

“Holy shit Eddie, you scared me!” You had jumped when you heard his voice, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, your lower back pressed up against it. He lets out a dark chuckle, like he’s enjoying playing this “bad, scary man who just “broke in”.

“You wanted me to walk right in..well, here I am, babe.” He’s acting so confident but inside, he's ready to bust at the seams. “And I gotta say, you look like a meal. I could devour you right about now..” He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to run his thumb over your lower lip. “The whole ride home, I just..couldn't wait to see you. Wanna continue what we started..” You whisper as you look at him, noticing that his eyes are darker, filled with lust. You’re sure you look desperate, you definitely sound it. His lips form into a teasing smirk, running his tongue along his canine tooth all while his pants are feeling tighter and tighter. “I'm going to take my time with you. If you’ll let me, I'll untie your sensuality. I'll open up your heart, and satisfy my greed.” Eddie says, his breath hitting your neck as he’s pressed up against you, placing both hands next to yours on the kitchen counter, enclosing you with his body. You can distinctly feel his hard-on poking you against your mound. His lips are inches, if not centimeters, away from your skin, waiting for you to give him the ok to continue. He is a gentleman, after all.

“I’ll-I will let you, Ed’s.” You say, all breathy and feeling weak in the knees. You're thankful he's got you pressed up against him because you were certain you'd drop onto the floor into a puddle of your own arousal. You feel his hot, wet mouth on your neck, giving you your very first hickey, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “You like how that feels?” Eddie smirks, moving one of his hands to hold onto your waist, gripping it as he goes in for another hickey, running the tip of his tongue over his mark, proud to make you his. To show everyone you belong to him.

“Yes. That feels nice..” You’re certain he knows that you’re practically putty in his hands.

“Can't wait to lay you down and show you just how much you’ve consumed my mind. All the filthy thoughts I've had of you. Do you know how many scenarios I played in my head while I fucked my fist?” His smirks, running the hand he had on your hip down over your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. He doesn't miss the soft whimper you let out, making him growl lowly as he lunges forward to kiss you deeply, holding you in his arms. Your tongues are wrestling when he feels you grind against him, which nearly makes him short-circuit, about to lose the little composure he had left. “Fuck..” He mumbles, and sees you place both your hands over his chest, leading him to your couch. You’re currently super grateful to have that annoyingly large couch you had previously complained so much about. Eddie gently plummets down on the soft cushions, and immediately your eyes fall towards the prominent tent in his jeans. You're giddy knowing you caused that, and feeling empowered by the little confidence boost you’ve gained. Yet Eddie notes the obvious nerves while your hands tremble a bit just as you’re about to take off those small shorts.

“Baby…you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm fine with stroking one out, looking at you just like this.” He smirked and chuckled, hoping he hasn't caused you to think otherwise. That’s the last thing he’d want.

“I know. I..I mean, I am a little nervous but...” You let out a soft chuckle, feeling chills run up your spine as his hand softly strokes the outside of your thigh. “But I want to at least do something tonight. Who better to guide me..than you..” You blush and lean over to pull down your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles. “Darlin’, you flatter me- oh fuck..” Eddie groaned, taking in your bare lower half as his eyes followed your movements. You chew on your inner cheek, hands nervously grabbing at the edge of the camisole you're about to remove.

“I..want to grind on you..”

“You can do anything you want to me, sweetheart. You could fucking shoot me, and I'd thank you for it.” He scoffed, thinking you could do no wrong in his eyes. You were perfect to him.

“Heh..uhm. Well, it’s something I saw in a video one time. I‘d like to try it.” His eyes are wide and lips are parted. You watch porn? You were indeed perfect.

“Go for it, sweetheart. Experiment on me, but first..” He leans over to grab your shorts that you had stepped out of, and bunches them in his hand, feeling a damp spot on the crotch of them. A smirk forms on his face as he looks at the shorts, noticing the wet spot and puts it up to his nose, inhaling deeply and he lets out a satisfied sigh. God, you smell so sweet.

“Eddie..!” You’re embarrassed, covering your face with your hands.

“What? D’you know how long I've wanted to smell you?” He’s got that shit-eating grin, content in now knowing your scent, feeling like he’s hit a jackpot. He's definitely saving those shorts for himself. She won't mind.

You softly laugh, and let out a heavy sigh through your nose as you pull the camisole over your head, now standing fully nude for Eddie. The speed in which you undressed yourself for him honestly left you astounded. You know it went against everything that you kept telling yourself, but you came to the conclusion that Eddie made you feel safe, that he’d never want to hurt you. You bite your lower lip at how he’s staring at you with hungry eyes, his mouth practically watering as he watches every small movement you make.

“I fear I've died and gone to heaven because holy shit, sweetheart. You're perfect.” His cock is painfully hard, ready to burst through the tight confinements of his pants when you walk over to him, and straddle his lap. He is able to feel your heat through the thick fabric of his pants, which makes his hips involuntarily thrust up, feeling like a damn dog in heat.

“May I?” You ask, tugging on his belt, but wait for him to respond before you start to unbuckle it.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathes, though he's hardly paying attention to what you're even asking in that moment. He's too busy watching your delicate hands pull his zipper down, admiring how gentle you're being while you were appreciative of how patient he was. You felt you were moving at a snail's pace, at least that's how it felt like in your mind since you wanted to savor the moment. Eddie's sight had moved towards your breasts, admiring how supple they looked and how perfect they'd fit in his mouth. His eyes slowly trailed back down to your hands again, and then back up to your face, smiling at your blushing cheeks. “You're so beautiful..” He whispers and in your giddy state, you lean over to kiss him. Before he knew it, his cock was sprung free and you let out an audible gasp.

“W-what? What's wrong?” Eddie looked at you, wondering if you suddenly had seen his scars. He wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

“You're so big..” You say, and reach out to wrap your hand around his width, able to feel him throb against your palm. The velvety skin felt smooth and warm as you make out the thick vein that was on the underside of his cock as you start stroking him, watching him crease his eyebrows, biting his lip. You wondered how he'd even fit in you when it came time for that, especially since you couldn't barely fit 2 fingers inside yourself.

“You're doing great, Y/N.. “ He spurs you on, grunting with each stroke you give him, which has him a whiny mess as you squeeze the head of his cock gently, spreading the pearlescent precum around, much to your curiosity. You gently press his cock down against his lower tummy, and maneuver your cunt over the underside of his shaft, sitting on him and do an experimental roll of your hips, earning a groan from both you and Eddie. “Fuck. I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I am going to last very long...” He’s watching you as his hands find purchase on your upper thighs, keeping you in place. You start rocking your hips forward in a more fluid pace, grinding yourself on him and moaning at the sweet relief you feel everytime your clit rubs against his cock. The friction you feel is borderline intoxicating, nothing you've ever felt before when you'd touch yourself. Despite the lack of experience, you weren't totally clueless, knowing you enjoyed how elated you'd get after an orgasm. You loved chasing that feeling.

“You're so wet, baby. Can't wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours. Bet you taste so sweet, like a delicious dessert..” Eddie grins and watches you, seeing how your breasts moved with the way you were gliding up and down on him. It had him incredibly, and embarrassingly close to cumming.

All that's heard in the small trailer is your moans along with Eddie's heavy panting as his grip on your thighs move to your hips, tightening his hold on you. “Faster..” He grunts, observing the trail of slick you're leaving on the underside of his dick the faster you grind. You're leaning over him now with both your hands on his chest, holding you up as you chase your own pleasure and orgasm, knowing you're about to reach that peak. “Fuuuck..” Eddie breathes out, gripping your hips even harder now as his cum spurts out onto his stomach, a large load from being virtually teased all evening. The image of him orgasming, because of you…topples you over the edge. “Eddie!” You moan out, shutting your eyes tightly as you cum. Your movements come to a halt when you feel yourself a bit overstimulated, never being able to handle crossing that line. You're both trying to recollect yourselves, heartbeat thumping in your ears from the intensity of it all.

“Was it everything you wanted it to be?” Eddie breaks the silence, smirking and chuckles, looking down at his stomach, seeing the mess he made, and then the mess you made on his cock. That brought him joy. Knowing that he barely touched you. That you used him to get off, he loved it. He could get used to that.

“Yes..that was amazing..” you giggle and let out a deep, satisfied sigh, a small smile spreading on your lips as you stand up. Your legs are still wobbly from the intense orgasm, and you walk over to the lining closet, pulling the door open and grab a couple of hand towels to clean up. You're walking back to Eddie, and see him watching you like a hawk. “Babe, next time, I do the honors. Pretty thing like you shouldn't have to worry about cleaning this up.” Eddie says as he grabs the towel from your hands and cleans himself up. Next time. You like the sound of that.

“Such a gentleman.” You blush as you grab the camisole, slipping it back on, and chuckle at Eddie who is frowning at you. “I had such a nice view.” He tsk, and stands up, pulling his pants back up, though he leaves them unbuckled. You’re both staring at one another, a small gap between you two. He’s looking at you, really looking at you as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He’s not sure how he got so lucky, to have a pretty thing like you honestly interested in him in a romantic sense. He closes the gap, and kisses you tenderly, never getting enough of his lips on yours.

“We will take things at your pace. If…if you want to continue this. I’m-I don’t even know if you liked me enough to wanna do this again. You had fun, right?” Get it together Eddie, she’ll really want to go on another date now after this rambling.

“Eddie, relax.” You chuckle, smiling fondly at him. He’s so cute. “Yes, I had a lot of fun tonight. Between the concert, and well...” You blush and bite your lower lip. “I was actually going to ask.. if you’d like to spend the night? I have a few horror movies. Maybe pop some popcorn.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll stay the night. I’ll get the popcorn, you pick the movie.” He kisses you, and walks into the kitchen, looking in all the cupboards for the popcorn box, making himself familiar with where everything was in your trailer. “Ah-ha.” He spots it, and grabs one packet and puts it in the microwave, pressing enter. He watches as you walk past him towards your bedroom,and admires the nice view of your ass, smirking as it jiggles with each step you take. The loud popping of the popcorn pulls his attention off of you in that moment, and he leans over to grab a large enough bowl to fill with the buttery popcorn. You come back around, dressed in just an oversized band tee. “Iron Maiden? You’re full of surprises, honey.” Eddie grins amusingly, as he throws the popcorn bag into the trash. “You have no idea.” You sweetly smile and open your fridge to pull out 2 soda cans, and walk over to the living room, placing the sodas on the coasters that were on the coffee table.

“I picked Texas Chainsaw Massacre..”

“Going straight for the kill, huh? A classic.” Eddie chuckles and sits down on the couch, getting comfortable as he pats the seat next to him. You realize he still makes you nervous, and you’re not quite sure why. You literally got yourself off on him not even an hour ago, and he’s seen you fully nude now. You suppose that it's because this is the first time you’ve hung around with someone you actually like. And now he’s spending the night? Yeah, you understand why you have butterflies. Regardless, you muster up a smile, albeit a shy one, and sit next to him, thighs touching as you sit back and press play.

The rest of the night is filled with stolen glances and little pecks here and there, barely paying attention to what’s going on in the movie. You really did intend on watching, but alas, it was just background noise at this point as you two sit there making out, not being able to keep your hands off of each other. It’s close to 1am, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. The movie had long been over, as you lay on Eddie. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you’re listening to his heartbeat as if it's a lullaby, putting you to sleep. “Let’s head to the room. I reckon we won’t sleep comfortably here if we drift off.” He says, patting your butt to get you to get off of him. Not that he minds, but he moves around. A lot. He’s afraid he’ll knock you over in the middle of the night in his deep sleep. Your hum makes him think you agree with him though, as you stand up, and grab his hand to help pull him up with you. Eddie puts the popcorn bowl and empty soda cans in the kitchen sink, a task for the morning to deal with, and soon you both are in bed, under the thick blankets after brushing your teeth together.

Eddie’s comfy in your plush bed. Smells much nicer than his, like you had recently washed the sheets, and they’re so much softer. He guesses you use fabric softener? He may have to invest in it if it truly works this well. This whole time he thought it was just a gimmick, but if he plans on having you sleep over too, well..he’ll do what he must.

“G’night Eds..” You say sleepily, laying on your side, facing him.

“Night, sweetheart.” He whispers, and leans over to kiss the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you to keep you warm. The trailer got quite cold, much colder than his, he noticed. His AC was something he usually would hold off on repairing. It was an expensive fix and most times, he slept naked anyway. He didn’t see the need to ever service it but if he was going to have you over like he intended, he definitely had to get it fixed. Eddie kisses your head one last time before you’re both out, soft snores heard shortly after.

It's not even 10am the next morning and Eddie is already all over you. His body Is hovering over yours, holding his weight up by his forearms. He's giving himself a pat on the back for working out his arms at least. He fills your neck with soft kisses, low groans escaping him as he runs his hand up your thigh, wanting to make you feel like his goddess. That wasn’t an issue because you had never felt this desired in your adult life.

“Eddie..” You sigh with a sleepy smile.

“What..?” He grins, moving his lips to the other side of your neck, giving it the same treatment. “Thought I'd wake up early and enjoy the morning with a little morning breakfast.” He smirks, kissing down your neck and throat, peppering kisses along your collarbones.

“I..I haven't showered this morning though.” You say, as you look at him. It was your routine ever since you were in school. An early morning shower to wake you up and get you ready to tackle the day.

“You did last night? I smelled that fancy body wash on you when I broke in.” He chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly as he continued to make his way lower on you.

“Yeah, but-”

“Babe. You're fine. Ya’ gotta let it marinate overnight so it tastes perfect, anyway.” He licked his lips, and you gasped out loud. “Eddie!” You playfully smack his upper arm, shaking your head as you see him continue moving on south, a playful grin on his face as he pushes your shirt up around your waist. You've done no real effort in stopping him though, your curiosity getting the best of you. “Please?” He is practically begging now, wanting nothing more than to put his tongue deep in you. He sees you spread your legs a little more, and makes out the small wet spot on your panties already. “I'll take that as a yes?” He says as he lingers over your clothed pussy, pressing a soft kiss to the top hem on your underwear. “Yes.” You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. His gratified look calms your nerves as he takes another deep inhale of your scent, sticking his tongue out to teasing flick at your clit over your underwear. his eyes are stuck on yours as he gauges your expressions, which you were already feeling euphoric with that light touch of his.

“I'm going to take these off.” He says, hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly slides them down your legs, sitting up a little to toss them to the side of the bed, then looks at your pussy, all spread out for him. “Mm..” he lays on his stomach again, and holds your inner thighs wide open as he licks a slow stripe up your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a nice suck. The moan that left your throat was downright pornographic, making you flush with embarrassment. Eddie could tell, and he’d do anything to help break you out of that self conscious shell you hid behind. His bruising grip on your thighs keep them wide open for him, making you wince in pain and pleasure as he flicked your clit with his tongue, before he slid it into you, his nose bumping into your swollen bud as he relished in your taste. “Fuck, fuuuuck…” You’re writhing underneath him, and grinding on his face as you're already so close to that sweet finish line.

“Yeah? You like that..?” Eddie groans as he pulls away from your dripping cunt and instead, slowly inserts his middle and ring fingers inside you. “Shit baby, you're so fucking tight..” The obscene sounds that were heard from him fucking you with his fingers should have made you recoil, should have made you want to curl into a ball and hide, but you were feeling too much ecstasy to even care at this point. “Can't wait to stretch you out with my cock, princess..” He groaned, resting his head on the inside of your thigh and looked up at you, a big smirk on his face knowing he's got you right where he wants you. Fucked out with your juices all over him.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? I can tell you’re close. Squeezing my fingers so good..” He leans in to suck on your clit hard while he keeps fingering you, curling it upwards towards that spongy spot that makes you see stars. “Ed-Eddie! Fuck..I'm cumming..!” You all but yell, gripping his hair as the intense orgasm washes over you. Your heart is beating rapidly and your pussy is throbbing, but Eddie hasn't refrained from moving his fingers, or tongue for that matter. He's licking up every drop you gave him, making sure as to not waste a single bit of your delicious nectar. Your heavy breathing is music to his ears as he places a gentle kiss to your mound, kissing up to your lips, and smiles.

“Morning.” He chuckles, watching as you come down from your high.

“Oh my god.” You softly laugh, and kiss him in return, tasting yourself on his tongue. “I could get used to being woken up like that.”

“Consider it done. Every morning, my duty is to sneak into your trailer, hide in your closet while you sleep and then wake you up by feasting on your pussy.” He happily smiles, which causes you to heartedly laugh at his silliness. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if you tell me, now would it?” You play along, biting at your inner cheek. You’re certain Eddie has now picked up on most of your nervous habits. The inner cheek chewing, playing with your fingers, the lip biting, stuttering. You got teased for it a lot in school, yet Eddie finds it cute and endearing.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, babe. It’s just me. Your cute neighbor...and…maybe boy..friend?” He says the last part as a question, in hopes that he isn’t overstepping. He knows he can do that often, from what others have told him, anyway. Being that obnoxious metalhead kid in high school gave him that title. You look at him, as that familiar reddish blush spreads over your cheeks, the one that he finds so cute. “And I just want to assure you that I know we’ve only known each other for what..a week now? But it’s been the best week of my life, Y/N. I-I don’t get many opportunities that come up for me like this. Meeting a genuinely nice girl…who’s actually into me? Most would say hell hath frozen over now that Eddie Munson got a girlfriend..” He chuckled, pouring his heart out to you. He felt you needed to hear this, so you wouldn’t doubt yourself so much. He could tell you did that often, just like he did to himself. ”I like you..if it wasn’t obvious enough with how much I like to be around you, and in you.” He grinned, reaching out to grab your hand and pulled you up, so that you’d be closer to him.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you..because I feel…you’re quite..apprehensive about that.” He says softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I..yes. I am. This would be my first relationship, like I’ve said. I saw the pain my mom went through when it happened to her. Her previous relationships. One was abusive..one cheated multiple times. She never deserved that..” You softly speak, looking at your hands as you shook your head. “ I don’t..think I could handle that pain, if it happened to me. I know I’m still young..but..” You hesitate continuing to open up, like you normally did with anyone. You sometimes wondered how you even had friends.

“Talk to me, babe. If we’re going to be build this friendship, this relationship, we gotta get things out in the open. Be honest with each other." Eddie says, stroking your hand.

“Well, I told you a little bit about my life back at home when you took me to the farmers market. ‘Know that I basically had a rough high school experience. I was that shy, quiet kid in school..ever since forever basically. I did have friends, but kids were so mean. Then I started high school and fucking christ..” You sigh, looking at Eddie, who remained looking at you, trying to be comforting. The more you thought about it, the more you became disappointed in yourself. Why did you let it affect you so much? “I-I guess I had really low self esteem all through my school years. Never had someone show any interest in me, not even an anonymous note in my locker…like they do in the movies, you know?” You chuckle, biting your lip as you feel the emotions start to overwhelm you, so many memories of those days replaying in your mind. “One time I ask a guy I liked to hang out, I thought maybe he’d be into me a bit. But he literally laughed in my face after turning me down. Saying he didn’t date my kind. Whatever the fuck that meant.” The tears are forming, as you tilt your head up and sniffle, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again, anyway.

“Baby, here. Look at me.” Eddie’s calm voice pulls you from your negative thoughts. A nagging voice that was always there, saying you weren’t good enough. “I don’t know those people…they sound like absolute fuckers, but I will say…I gotta thank them. You know why? Because you said you left that life at home wanting to escape, wanting to start a new life. Well, I wouldn’t have met you if that didn’t happen. I know that’s selfish, but give me a chance to..show you how good I can love you. Let me erase all those negative thoughts you have in your pretty head. You deserve to feel good about yourself. To be treated like the angel you are.” He says, stroking your cheek, hoping he’d have some success in taking you out of that dark corner you always seemed to gravitate towards.

“Whatever happened in high school, those idiots…are just that. Idiots. I am no stranger in being the laughing stock for those football players or cheerleaders. I imagine you can tell I was not a popular guy by any means.” He chuckles. You smile softly at him, at his efforts to help you get out of that slump.

“I-I know. I gotta leave that behind in the past. I just…tend to second guess myself with everything. Always questioning things..” You sigh, and cross your legs, feeling his hand on your back, softly caressing it as he tilts his head to the side a little, pressing it up against yours. It’s a quiet gesture, him giving you some time to express your next words, if needed. You knew he was right, knowing this is what you moved to Hawkins for. To make a new life, a new beginning, and whatever life threw your way, you’d handle it as a new person. And that’s exactly what life did.

“Now, let’s enjoy this lovely day, yeah? It’s actually a perfect Sunday.” He stands, and extends his hand out for you to grab, and pulls you up with him.

“After a quick shower, please.” You beg, wanting nothing more than to wash away last night’s, and this morning's, depravity but mostly just to feel refreshed and clean.

“Go ahead. I gotta check on some things at home. Meet me there, ok?” Eddie kisses you, and grabs his keys from the kitchen counter. “Oh shit, I forgot to take care of this.” He looks at the mess in the kitchen sink, knowing he said he’d handle it in the morning. He had to be better about that.

“I got it. I’ll see you in a bit, Eds.” You smile as you walk to your front door, opening it for him. He turns to kiss you before jogging over to his trailer, blowing you another kiss and then goes in. Truth is, he didn’t want to shower with you, not yet. He’d have to explain those damn scars he was so self-conscious about, and get into everything that has happened in Hawkins over the last few years. What if that made you want to leave? He couldn’t have that, no. He knows eventually he’ll have to tell you, especially when you’re ready to have sex with him. No way is he fucking you with a shirt on and no pants, like some fucking moron. He battled with the thoughts in his head, knowing he was being a bit of a hypocrite since he, quite frankly, told you to open up to him, and spill whatever was in your head, and here he was, not telling you everything he had dealt with in his young life on earth. A soft sigh escapes him as he steps into the shower and turns on the water, rubbing his face and groans frustratingly, at himself mostly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a girlfriend. Sometime during his first senior year attempt, he thinks. Since then, it’s been pretty lonely. Now that he’s got you pretty close to wanting to be in a relationship with him, he had to get his shit together. Tell you all about his life, the bullshit he endured in ‘86. He definitely had to keep his trailer clean. He’d turn into a bit of a slob after Wayne moved out. Well, he was never tidy, but the state of his trailer left him ashamed, especially since yours was so neat.

“Fuck..” Eddie mumbles, grabbing a 3rd bag to fill with trash that was on the coffee table and the floor surrounding. “Shoulda just told her I’d meet her back there..” He sighs, annoyed that he was breaking a sweat after his shower, and groans when soda drips all over his hand from a half full can. He’s ready to throw it across the room when your soft knocks against his door causes him to pause. Maybe if he stays completely still, you won’t see him through the blinds but that doesn’t seem to work when you knock again and yell out, “Eds, I can see you!” a soft giggle heard from behind the door. “Comin’.” He stands and walks over to let you in, a shameful look on his face as you take in the condition of his trailer. “I uh…the maid took the week off.” He says, joking to hide the humiliation he feels when you take a step in and cross your arms. “The week, or the whole year off?” You chuckle and grab the trash bag from his hand, smiling. “I’ll help.” You say and ignore his protests that you don’t have to, that this was his mess he had to straighten out. “I like cleaning. So, good luck with convincing me otherwise.” You smirk and kneel by the couch, starting to toss empty beer cans into the bag.

Eddie pulls a lawn chair next to yours that sits by your small vegetable garden, facing the open area of grass and the start of woods further down. You’d yet to go exploring in there. “So, you sit out here, and just watch the sunset?” He says, handing you the bottle of water that you requested, and takes a seat beside you, extending his legs out as he cracks open the can of beer for himself. “I do. It doesn’t take too long, since the tall trees kinda hide it after a bit, but it looks beautiful. Relaxes me after a day at work.” You say and turn your heads towards him, admiring his side profile. You really liked his hair, a wild mane that fit his wild personality perfectly. Those full lips that kissed you so tenderly, yet feverish in need. The heavenly bulbous tip of his nose that bumped into your clit repeatedly when his tongue was lapping at your pussy.

“You know darlin’, you can always take a photo. They last longer.” He teases with a grin, watching you quickly look straight ahead.

“Oh, fuck off.” You softly laugh, and take a sip of water, holding his hand when he reaches out to grab it, needing to have some part of you in his grasp. It was comforting to him, as it was for you. What better way to enjoy the Sunday evening than with your cute neighbor, watching the sunset from the comfort of your backyard.

A sigh is heard from Eddie. "Alright. Time to tell you about the upside down.."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fandom #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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mae-rants-792 · 2 days ago

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The sentiment of "If you don't like it, just leave" is insane for several reasons. To start, the United States is literally designed to be the beacon of the free world. It's supposed to be progressive and help cater to the people.

Second, it's difficult to leave when it's made incredibly difficult to leave! The biggest part of this is when you take away all of someone's money and don't let them earn any of it back. If you want to leave you can't afford to.

This isn't even to mention the paperwork required. I had to book my passport appointment months in advance, and that doesn't even include the other required paperwork and the recent gender restrictions that have arisen!!!

They justify their action by saying it's voluntary, then lock us in so we're required to stay. It's abusive.

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grimrevolution · 11 hours ago

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@postcardsfromheapside mentioned wanting to reblog this separately and, honestly, i agree that i would rather have it as an analysis of tevinter and the slavery depicted in it. so i'm going to delete the other post and put this up instead.

i believe that veilguard has the most accurate depiction of slavery in all four dragon age games. probably because the writers actually read up on what slavery looks like in a world that has mostly abolished it and realized that we live with that reality right now and most people don't even realize it.

i am going to talk about slavery pretty frankly - but not graphically - beneath the cut, and about why the government of tevinter fights so hard against abolishing slavery.

when people think of slavery, most of the time what they think of is what is called 'chattle slavery'. this is when people are legally owned in a system as property and are treated as property. just like how vandalizing someone's house or shooting a horse would be considered as a crime against the owner, killing a slave brought the same sort of repercussions. the thing about chattle slavery is that slaves bought in this sort of environment were extraordinarily expensive. around the same cost as a modern day vehicle. when people purchased slaves, they were weighing the amount of profit they would make vs. the cost of the purchase. it's why many slave owners in the american south often sold their slaves to other farmers and land owners when their businesses were failing.

chattle slaves of history were rarely killed by their owners. they could have been, but slave owners always thought about their money. it was more profitable to break a person than to kill them, because a broken person would work and, eventually, be an investment.

this is the type of slavery that fenris describes. the minrathous markets, the fact that he was turned into a lyrium knight, how he was supposed to serve 'a greater purpose' until he managed to escape. the problem is, if tevinter participates in chattle slavery why are magisters able to kill so many of them for blood magic rituals? well, there are multiple reasons.

krem in inquisition describes his father's fate as a tailor, how his father was not able to make enough money competing with the governmental slaves, and so sold himself into slavery so that his food and board were taken care of and he could escape poverty. this is called 'governmental slavery'. it's normally enacted in war on prisoners who are forced into labor camps and in prison systems that lend out criminals to local businesses to do work. it is very possible that a rook laidir falls into this category, as galley slaves historically were prisoners working off a debt owed to the public due to some sort of criminal offense. sometimes these people were able to work off that debt and became free again. lof rook never goes explicitly into how they got into that situation or why, just that they 'had to survive' and then 'the lords of fortune took [them] in'.

we do, however, know that tevinter has a system for freed slaves. they're called liberati and, much like lorelei is doing, they can pick up a trade, join a circle of magi, and own property, but they do not have any say in the government nor can they join the military. maevaris brings this up multiple times. she repeatedly says that tevinter is more than just mages, and that everyone deserves to have a say in their government and even sit in the magesterium. she, ashur, and dorian are well aware of their privilege, but they're also the only ones in power that can actually do anything. lorelei even brings this up when you're leaving the shop. she has a whole conversation with bren about how there is a power imbalance but how she - nor anyone who is not a mage - can do anything about it.

however, think about lorelei's position. she is an elf living in tevinter. the shadow dragons have given her a position as a shop owner to make her own money. if she wasn't, who would take her in? how would she get a job? she was a city elf, untrained, possibly very young. did she know how to read when she was first taken? because if she didn't, a slave owner wasn't going to pay for her to learn. knowledge is power, and keeping people ignorant, broken down, and desperate is how the cycle keeps feeding itself.

without the shadow dragons, lorelei would have had no choice but to sell herself back into slavery or try and escape tevinter all together. this is the cycle that tevinter runs on. not kidnapping dalish elves along the border, though i'm sure that feeds into it, but by using poverty to continue the cycle. a liberati is a free person, they go to find a way to make money, no one will take them on whether because they were a slave, they were a criminal, they're an elf/dwarf/qunari, and, without the funds to travel anywhere, that liberati sells themselves back into slavery just to survive.

this is called debt slavery. it is also the most widely spread slavery in the world today. people in debt slavery could have made your lunch today. your dinner. they probably made the components in your computer, the stone of the building you work in, the coal used to make the steel of your car. they are in prisons, they work as dishwashers, they are farmers and quarry workers and butchers. in a city as big as new york? you could have easily passed by ten slaves during an hour walk and never even known it.

this is the type of slavery that tevinter has.

it is not chains lashing people's wrists together, it's not some person being carried in a carriage with mostly naked elves, it is people doing work. because that's what slavery is; it is work. without profit, there would be no slavery. but tevinter makes a profit because slave labor is dirt cheap and so the government can sell it for dirt cheap. they probably pay for a room for the slaves, some food, and that's it.

since they have this circular cycle of the poor selling themselves into slavery, it goes a bit beyond the chattle slaves that are seen as expensive and luxurious property. when slaves are dirt cheap (because they sell themselves to the slaveowners reducing the costs of travel, transport, and other materials) and their prices are fairly inexpensive, you begin to see what is called 'short-term slavery'. this is what happens when people are slaves from an approximate six months to ten years. not because they're freed, but because they die. there's no point to keeping a cheap slave alive. not when there are others that can readily take their place.

dorian himself mentions this in the codex 'minrathous: capital of the imperium' where he says:

Instead there was poverty and desperation. Hands that reached for the coin I offered, the scrap of uneaten food—nothing to me, and everything to them. I've lied to myself about it, made excuses for it, but I've known for a long time that Minrathous is not one city, but two.

the slaves are worth less than the labor they provide and, with so many people in poverty, one slave can easily be replaced by another. zara can kill a hundred slaves for a ritualistic bath because the cost of their blood was less than the market price of lyrium.

this is why blood mages can easily use slaves to fuel their sacrifices. it is also why aelia targets dock town; the people there are poor. to the rich, they might as well be slaves already.

after all, it's only a matter of time.

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if you liked this miniature essay and are interested in ways that you can help fight against modern day slavery, please consider looking into free the slaves. there is also end slavery now, which has dedicated a portion of their website to searching for charities located around the globe working to abolish slavery.

books about human trafficking/modern day slavery:

human trafficking around the world: hidden in plain sight by stephanie hepburn and rita simon

human trafficking: the complexities of exploitation edited by margaret malloch and paul rigby

migrant crossings: witnessing human trafficking in the u.s. by annie isabel fukushima

blood and earth: modern slavery, ecocide, and the secret to saving the world by kevin bales

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #slavery #meta #tevinter

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peanutalergy · 2 days ago

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stray cat ꨄ s.r. × reader

in which spencer reid sneaks into fem!reader's room at night

tags: high school au !! no explicit content duh ? tooth rotting fluff in a brain rottingly terrible written way, reader is a cheerleader and like a popular girl ? idk I'm a sucker for the popular × nerd trope; not canon accurate obviously because if it were spencer would be twelve and bullied by everyone; mentions of blood and cuts and weapons and getting hurt but not in the way you might think ..?; reader's dad is mentioned ? yeah anyway idk what else sorry

w/c: 2k (this was meant to be a blurb ?)

a/n: okay so I found this draft from last year (back when I was still in hs (r.i.p.)) and I decided to finish it because it seemed cute. turned out terrible I hate it whatever, it's very ooc idk sorry ALSO inspired by a situation I lowkey went through myself hence why there's things spencer would never say/do, sorry

you’re sitting in bed with your computer atop your thighs, stressing over the third essay you have to finish by the weekend, when you hear a noise coming from outside. you ignore it, at first, thinking it's just a raccoon or a stray cat, until you hear a very human grunt from right beneath the window. immediately, you jump to grab the small—and frankly, quite useless—knife that you always keep in your bedside drawer in case of an intrusion or something of the sort.

you pull out your phone, contemplating dialing 911, until you see spencer's head pop up at the window. putting down the "weapon", you run across the room to open it, laughing confusedly as your boyfriend stumbles in. you help him inside, taking his hand in yours, which he holds onto like he might fall right now from right here.

you open your mouth, but he starts mumbling breathlessly before you even get the chance to say anything.

“i don't know what i was thinking, i’m never doing that again. i don't think just reading the stealthy guide to climbing roofs was enough, i mean, the writer didn't even take into consideration everything that could've went wrong. do you know how many terrible things could have happened? i could have fallen and broken my neck, someone could've seen me and called the police, or– doesn't your dad have a shotgun? do you think he heard me? god, i'm all dirty, i’ve got leaves all over me, i don't–”

you press a quick kiss to his lips, the most effective way you've found to shut him up. when you pull away, he's frozen, trying to catch his breath, cheeks rosy from the physical exercise–something he doesn't usually engage in–and from your touch, as well.

“what are you doing here?”

“sorry…” he mumbles, staring down at his fingers as they fidget with the sleeves of his cardigan, “i wanted to see you. did i wake you up?”

“oh, baby” you giggle, patting away the dirt and leaves from his body gently, “don't apologize, i'm glad you're here. i wasn't asleep, don't worry. you scared me, though. i thought someone was breaking in.”

“oh, i'm sorry, i didn't want to scare you, i’m really sorry. i should've called you.”

“no, don't worry. it's okay. it’s a nice surprise.”

“yeah…?” he asks, glancing up at you hesitantly.

“mhm.” you nod before taking his face in your hands. he tilts his head, leaning into your touch, similar to an animal who wants to be pet, but doesn’t know how to ask for it. you chuckle and give him another kiss, your fingers moving up and tangling in his hair.

“why did you go through the window, though? you could've just knocked on the door, my dad doesn't have a shotgun. he's a sweet little old man, he would've let you in just fine.”

“i don't know, i was scared. i'm sorry.” he says shyly. he's blushing furiously, heart almost jumping out of his ribcage, and it doesn't have anything to do with the adrenaline from the climb anymore.

“no, it's okay. you're fine, it's fine. are you hurt, though?”

“i- uh, i hurt my hands a bit, but it's nothing major, i’ll be fine.”

“aw, you poor thing. lemme see.” he looks down at his palms, and you take them in your hands to see they're all scraped, red and raw, blood mixing with some of the dirt. “jesus, spence. we should get that cleaned up, no?”

“no, no, it's fine. we– it's okay, we don't need to, i'll be fine.” he tries to pull his hands away, but your grip on his wrists doesn't let him, and he lets out a shaky exhale.

“hm, no, c'mon, that's gonna get infected or something. then your hands will get necrosis and fall off. do you want your hands to fall off, baby?”

he shakes his head, and you can tell he's holding back a chuckle, “well, that– that's not really how necrosis works, but–”

“no, it is, shut up.” you cut him off and give him a playful nudge, “please, just a few band-aids?”

he looks at you reluctantly, and after a second, he sighs and finally nods, “sure. but just because you're worried. i wouldn't get necrosis either way.”

you giggle and press your lips to his again. as you pull away and walk to the closet, you point to your bed and mumble, “go sit down,” which he does immediately, settling awkwardly at the edge of it.

while you search for the first aid kit, you notice spencer looking around your room with a smile. he's been here a few times before, but never at night, and he finds awe in the way the moonlight reflects off a mirrorball that sits on your desk, and the way your posters look when the only other source of lighting comes from a few vanilla scented candles.

it’s actually quite ironic how much you two fit together. no one would have to look at you twice before guessing your interests, and they'd be right if they were to say things like pop music and cheesy 2010s romcoms; but there's a side of you, a side only spencer reid has ever met, that matches him perfectly.

after a while, you walk back to the bed, little box in hands, and you sit down on the ground in front of him, looking up at him with a smile.

“please, don't sit on the floor.” he murmurs as you settle between his legs.

“why not? it's clean.” you mumble as you start rummaging through the first aid kit.

“no, but, you're– this is– just… it'll hurt your back.”

“it won't, though, don't worry.” you give him a smile, and before he can protest again, you put out your hands, “gimme.”

he gives you his wrists once more, where you hold as you begin gently wiping his palms with antiseptic. he winces at first, and tries to hold back a noise so as to not worry you even more.

“what were you thinking about?” you ask. he answers with a hm?, that makes you say it again, “when i got back. you looked like you were thinking about something.”

“oh, just… your room.”

“what about it?”

“it's so… you. i mean, the space in which one lives does tend to be a reflection of themselves, but… it's like you took everything that makes you yourself, and you spread it all around the place. it's adorable... like you.” he mumbles awkwardly.

you chuckle, looking around the room, glancing at him, then turning your attention back to his hands. this time, when the wipe touches his raw skin again, he hisses. “ooh, sorry, that hurt? i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying to be gentle, i swear.”

he shakes his head. “no, you're being gentle–” very gentle, more than anyone had ever been to him before, “–it's just the alcohol. it- uh… alcohol molecules activate the same nerve receptors in your skin that let you know hot is hot, so it burns. it's chemical. you're being very gentle, don't worry, it's not you.”

you hum, smiling and nodding, before you both go quiet. he's staring down at you as you work, brows furrowed as you concentrate on his hands. “y'know, i could've done this myself,” he mumbles.

“mm, yeah, well, we could do it all by ourselves. we'd be miserable, though, no?”

he's quiet for a second, thinking about a way to deny that, but when he can't find one, he just mutters a soft yeah and goes silent again.

scared of the situation getting too awkward, he starts rambling on about his day, telling you all things he believes you’d find interesting as you listen and nod and hum along and laugh. it's like he doesn't notice the words coming out of his mouth when they do, “i missed you at school today.”

“oh, i’m sorry, honey. i, uh– i wanted to talk to you at lunch, but, i– i wasn't sure you'd want to see me. i don't know, i didn't know if you'd want to be around the girls, and they wouldn't leave me alone, so... i didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” you say, looking at him between placing band-aids.

“of course i would've wanted to see you. yeah, your friends are… a lot. i think they don't really like me. but i don't mind being around them, if it means being around you.”

“no, they like you. don't worry about that, they like you."

“they sure have a strange way of showing it”

“yeah, well, they're– they look a bit, like, uhm… mean girls, but they're not. they're nice. they're just a bit... vain and shallow.”

“vain and shallow usually means mean girls.” he whispers with a chuckle.

“nah, not really. just means boring. to be fair, you're much cooler than them.” you answer with another laugh, to which he shakes his head in disbelief, right as you finish bandaging his hands.

you place two gentle kisses to his palms, which you can notice makes his breath hitch a little, and you put the kit to the side. you shuffle closer to him and tilt your head, resting it on his knee and smiling up at him, “i missed you, too.”

he nods and tucks a strand of your hair behind an ear, his touch lingering at your jaw. there's another moment of quiet, in which you just stare at each other, grinning. he looks at you and touches you almost as if you're not real, almost as if he's convinced this isn't actually happening.

he can't help but be fascinated by the intimacy of this moment. a few months ago, he had never even been looked at for more than a few seconds, and now he's doing staring contests with the captain of the cheerleading team, in her room, at night.

sure, the people at school still see him as a loser, but that doesn't matter to him. all he cares about is you. you're here, holding and taking care of him, looking at him like he's worth something. that's all that matters right now.

“hi.” you break the silence, though barely, your voice a quiet whisper.

“hi.” he whispers back with a smile, “please, will you get up from the floor…?”

you chuckle and stand up again, him being sat allowing you to press a kiss on his forehead while your fingers run through his hair. when you do so, he wraps his arms around your legs and burrows his face into your stomach, letting out a noise, almost a purr as he nuzzles against you like a kitten.

after a while, he pulls his head away to look around the room again, and his gaze falls on the laptop that had been sitting in your bed this whole time, the essay abandoned. "when is that due?"

"history class on friday."

"i could help you with it, if you want."

"no, no, no, you don't have to. don't worry. i'll get it done... sometime." you say with a chuckle.

he nods–he woke up the next morning and finished it for you while you got ready–and hides his face back in your shirt.

“are you sleeping over?” you ask, and it makes him lift up his head to look at you once more.

“can i?” he mutters reluctantly, “i don't want your parents to wake up, and see– y'know… a boy in your bed. and we've got school tomorrow, so…”

“do you want to sleep over?”

“mhm” he hums with a nod, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt.

“my parents won't mind, then.”

“are you sure? i mean, teenagers are–” he starts rambling again, and you shut him up with another kiss.

“my parents won't mind.” you repeat after pulling away, leaving another peck on his nose, “and we can just skip school tomorrow. it’s gonna be boring, anyway. we don't even have any classes together. we can spend the whole day here, yeah?”

“okay, yeah.” he mumbles under his breath, trying not to look too nervous.

you smile and lie down on the bed. he immediately follows suit and curls up next to you, face buried in your chest, arms around your waist, leaning into your touch and clinging to you like you'll be gone if he lets go. “i love you,” he whispers, his warm breath against your skin sending tingles down your spine.

“i love you” you whisper back, placing yet another kiss on the crown of his head. it's not long after you start running your hands through his hair that he falls asleep.

and in the end, you realize that, in a sense, it actually was a stray cat at your window.

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another-fantasy-world · 2 days ago

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Title: Kitchen Disaster

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Romantic) Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Romantic)

Summary: in which Wanda falls in love with the unexpected sides of the women she adores the most

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Mentions of Violence.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1,393 words

Author's Note: Here's a little something to celebrate my rise from the dead. This isn't my best work, and this came to me in a dream. Wrote this whole ass fic with my eyes still droopy with sleep. I missed you all, life is a bitch.

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Wanda was appalled.

It wasn't very long since she entered a relationship with you and Natasha, yet every day she seemed to find herself in a perpetual state of either surprise or exasperation.

Now, don't get her wrong, she adores the both of you. But there's only so much she can take. She's adored the both of you ever since she joined the Avengers. She loved the synergy and chemistry you both have. Two of the world's greatest spies who initially came from rival groups but still under hydra, now working together as wives. She adored how gentle you were when she was grieving the loss of everything she had and knew. She adored how fierce Natasha was when she protected the both of you on a mission. She adored how you both cuddled into her on the day she accidentally heard Natasha's as well as your stray thoughts about loving her.

Since then, she started to see things in a different light. She noticed how you seem to know her favorite store bought snacks, how you seem to just know whether she wants coffee or tea, whether she wants it iced or hot, whether she likes peppermint creamer or milk. She noticed how you paid extra attention to the sitcoms she suggests on movie night, how your hands inched closer to hers before seemingly stopping in their tracks. She paid extra attention to the way you looked at Natasha when she walked into the room, how both your eyes seem to follow her movement, how you both seem to stick to each other a little more every time she's near.

She then began noticing Natasha, how she goes a little gentler every training, how she shows her that little smirk whenever she manages to land a hit on Natasha, how every after training Natasha ruffles her hair as if she's a kid with that playful yet gentle look in her eyes before strutting out of the training area to find you. She observes how despite their rocky meeting, Natasha makes an effort to get to know her, how she quietly listens to her talk about her life, how she often has her eyes on her during dangerous missions, how she makes her the most delightful peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after a particularly hard assignment.

She's noticed the both of you in a different light entirely. She didn't fall in love with the greatest spies in the world, she fell in love with two disasters.

As time passed, with the three of you spending more and more time together, she noticed cracks in both of y'all's tough persona. She noticed how you seem to go through a lot of cups and mugs because you always seem to shatter them at every turn. She noticed how Natasha puts an absurdly unhealthy amount of sugar in her black coffee. She noticed how your eye twitches whenever someone pisses you off which is always followed by Natasha's hand slotting into yours. She noticed how Natasha carries your bags despite grumbling about it. She noticed how you seem to always over apply lotion and sunscreen on your body which in turn makes you feel sticky all day.

It all made sense, and the moment Wanda gathered her courage, she confessed to you both under the stars.

“Just to be clear, you're not pushing me off the roof, right Wands? Cause if yes, I have to have my grappling hook ready.” You teased her, helping Natasha with the blanket and pillows in order for the three of you to stargaze

“You suck at grappling hooks.” Natasha deadpans, setting the various store bought treats beside the blanket you both prepare

“At least I didn't get poisoned by my own ammo.” You shoot back, sticking your tongue out at Natasha as you light the candle.

“Okay kids, no bickering.” Wanda chuckled, her eyes playfully glowing her signature crimson hue.

“This is an intellectual reminiscing.” Natasha smirks, laying down on the blanket first, claiming her usual position on the left side.

“You're such a poser.” You chuckled at Natasha, who looked like she's posing for a playboy photoshoot.

“I do not pose.” She exclaims, rolling her eyes at you.

You simply sent a smirk her way before settling down on the blanket yourself, fluffing your pillow before completely laying down, patting the space between you and Nat.

Wanda smiles, effortlessly laying down between the both of you, smiling wider when she feels the warmth you both radiated despite the night air being bitingly cold. The three of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the city and each other’s breathing while admiring the stars above.

“I love you.” Wanda suddenly blurts out, the nervous tone in her voice cutting through the serene atmosphere you all created

“Which one?”

“Finally.”

You and Natasha answered together. Your answer makes Natasha prop herself up using her elbows to look at you incredulously.

“That's the first thing you say? Really?” She asks on Wanda's behalf, looking at you with furrowed brows.

Wanda chuckles as you pull her closer, hiding your reddening face behind her back, your fingers digging into her waist.

“Wanda, Natasha is bullying me” Your words are muffled by Wanda's back, yet your words are clear as day to both women.

“You deserve it.” Natasha huffs

“She doesn't, she's just shy.” Wanda replies, having read your mind

“She's a spy!”

“AHA!” You suddenly sprang up to your feet, quickly pulling out your phone and pointing your flashlight to Natasha, grinning widely at the red tint that threatened to spread across her cheeks.

“You're so dead."

Since then, your relationship has been relatively smooth sailing. It was nothing like Wanda dreamed of in her childhood. There was no dramatic background music, nor were there birds that suddenly appeared, yet there was the signature whirlwind of emotions that came with falling in love. There was no burst of colors, nor was there a blurring of surroundings, but there was an endless amount of handwritten letters, handmade gifts, expensive gifts, and most of all, kisses.

Yet, the one thing that irks Wanda the most, was the ungodly amount of take out you both consume. She's kept her mouth shut about it, yet there's only so much takeout she can take.

One night she snapped. Which led her to discover the horrifying truth.

“Why, my love? We were taught how to kill, not cook.” You calmly said, shoving a dumpling in your mouth

“PB and J are always a welcome option” Natasha chimes in before biting into her spring roll

“There's only so much Peanut Butter and Jelly I can take, darling. Given that we've tried different brands of PB and different kinds of J, but still.”

Oh. Wanda thinks to herself, all the pieces finally fall into place. Suddenly, all the take out and store bought desserts make sense.

“How are you both alive?” She mutters, already feeling a headache coming.

“It's probably the super soldier serum.” You replied munching on the fried rice before trying to steal Natasha's spring roll, only to be met with a flying chopstick that you dodged with ease

Wanda then took a piece of Natasha's spring roll, peacefully munching on it, enjoying the betrayal on your face.

You lunged at her for a kiss, savoring the taste of her mixed with Natasha's spring roll. Soon enough, you found yourself on Wanda's lap, her hands splayed possessively on your hips as you passionately kissed.

“Really? Right in front of my Kani Salad?” You both hear Natasha complain, pulling away as Wanda tugs Natasha in for a kiss, with you peppering soft kisses on Wanda's neck

"I love you."

Since then she has cooked for the both of you whenever she can. She's learned her lesson after you both set the kitchen on fire the second she looks away to search for an ingredient. She lectured the both of you for an hour before effectively banning you from the kitchen.

So yes, Wanda is and probably always will be in a perpetual state of surprise and exasperation for as long as she lives, for even though she adores the two greatest spies in this world, she's in love with two disasters who can't seem to even boil an egg.

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trekbec82 · 6 hours ago

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I've lived in Australia my whole life (42 years and counting), and my own gallbladder caused me more pain and suffering than any of our wildlife ever has.

It's really simple if you follow the number one rule of not being a fucking dumbass - if you leave it alone, it will (generally) leave you alone. There are some exceptions to that, but you should still be leaving them the fuck alone, just from further away - unless you're trained and know what you're doing, and are doing it for a good reason, like science.

On a related note, I fucking despise the phrasing "shark infested waters" and "croc infested waters" - that's their home, those waters are human-infested. If you don't want sharks or crocs having a nibble on your flesh, stay out of their house!

Also you should do a first aid course, because knowing what to do if shit goes sideways can save a life. Whether that's bites, stings, drowning, heatstroke, car accidents, or your kid falling out of a tree when trying to see a koala better. Get your first aid certificate!

Getting back to positives though, there's some absolutely stunning landscapes to consider, and I don't just mean the beaches and rainforests (we have both tropical and temperate). Central Australia is made up of several distinct deserts, which are home to both unique biodiversity not found elsewhere on the planet, and people (though not many of those, according to census data). It's not empty - it's just not full in the way cities are, and that's a good thing!

I remember twenty-ish years ago, an American (now former) friend suggested we build desalination plants around the coast, and use ocean water to irrigate Central Australia to make it "habitable". It's! Not! Fucking! Empty! And even if it was, how much damage would it do to the Great Barrier Reef, and other ocean life, to take that amount of water? I shit you not, if I could have strangled him through my dial-up internet connection, he'd be dead and I'd be a convict like some of my ancestors.

Do most people live within 100km of the coast? You bet. But sparsely populated isn't empty. Different isn't necessarily deadly. And when it is, it's probably because you fucked around and now you're finding out. That's on you.

(Did I just realise I barely mentioned the adorable marsupials? Yes. But everyone knows about the adorable marsupials, and if you don't, consider this your cue to go look them up. Also apologies for how rambly this is I just noticed it's 3am.)

I went to an exhibition on the history of migration and colonial rhetoric in Australia and it really helped me to pinpoint my exact issue with the way non-Australians (and. tbh. some aussies) talk about this country

this map is a piece of propaganda from 1921. honestly what shocked me about it was how little of Australia is marked out as “uninhabited”. I have seen maps shared around on this website that basically mark out the entirety of non-coastal Australia as “empty”. fucking colonialists from 1921 were more generous than some of you

the history of colonial Australia is a history of “taming the untameable land”. this has been reinforced through narratives that this country is:

inherently dangerous

uninhabitable

empty

this rhetoric survives in both the way Australia is imagined by non-Australians and in the self-image of Australia. the (white) aussie battler conquers the unconquerable. the outback is imagined as a post-apocalyptic hellscape. our fauna is categorised as uniquely hellish and unwieldy. so when non-Australians make joke after joke about how scared they are of this place. well you can imagine why it fills me with the kind of rage that can only be generated by the understanding that You Are Reinforcing Colonialism

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22ayla21 · 3 days ago

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Harassment Part II

No matter how well-mannered the guys are, within the walls of Night Raven College, there are those who will start harassing guests from another world.

Warning: unpleasant content, mentions of harassment, if you are uncomfortable, do not read. Fem! Reader.

Third year Second year First year

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle will not tolerate even the slightest hint of inappropriate behavior. If someone dares to disrespect his beloved, he will intervene immediately, using his magic if necessary. Depending on the severity of the situation, he may impose severe punishment.

Realizing that there are well-behaved students in the school, but also those who do not adhere to proper standards, Riddle may propose a new set of rules regarding the respectful treatment of the girl. He may even organize a meeting in the dorms to make it clear to everyone that she will not be treated with disrespect.

After the incident, he will most likely become even more attentive to her surroundings. He may begin to accompany her when possible, or assign one of his trusted people (such as Trey or Ace and Deuce) to ensure that no one crosses the line.

Although Riddle is strict, he is not used to showing excessive emotion. If the harassment affects his lover, he may experience not only anger for the first time, but also a deep sense of personal responsibility for her well-being. This will cause him to question whether he is truly protecting her as he should.

After the threat is removed, Riddle may be concerned for his lover, but will express this in a more measured manner. He will ask if she is okay, and perhaps offer her tea to help calm her down. Internally, he will be very worried and will reproach himself for not preventing the situation sooner.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is a man who does not like to get involved in problems without benefit. If he notices that someone is being pushy towards his beloved, he will most likely first observe the situation, trying to understand how serious it is. If the girl can handle it herself, he will simply keep the situation under control, but if he sees that things are going too far, he will intervene.

Ruggie knows how to work with people, especially if they are dumber than him. He can first approach the harassers with a wide smile and a friendly tone, as if he does not notice the problem, and offer them to "talk" in private. However, the conversation will be far from peaceful - he will subtly threaten them, using their weaknesses: "You don't want anyone to know about your failed exams, huh?" or "You don't want to lose your lunch next week, do you?"

If the situation is serious, but he does not want to get his hands dirty, he can involve Leona. After all, he is his right hand, and he knows how to present information correctly. He can casually say something like: "Oi, Leona-san, it seems like there's a guy here who's trying to flirt with someone else's girl. Do you think I should give him some advice?" Leona doesn't like to interfere, but if he's irritated, he can simply intimidate the offender or accidentally put him in his place.

Ruggie won't openly yell or hit people, but he will protect his beloved in any way he can - cunning, intimidation, manipulation, and hidden threats. He won't tolerate anyone causing her discomfort, but he will do everything so that he himself doesn't have any problems.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is a person who knows how to keep a straight face. If he finds out about harassment, he will pretend that nothing happened at first, but in reality, he is already planning how to eliminate the problem. He will not make a scene, but will choose a more sophisticated method of punishment.

He may approach the offenders with a friendly smile and offer a "favorable" deal that will leave them at a loss. For example, he may create a contract that seems to give something tempting, but in reality will turn out to be a punishment - perhaps they will lose their vote for a week, or their special magic for a month or more.

If the offenders are important figures in the school (from rich families or influential clubs), he will not act directly, but will use cunning manipulation. He can spread rumors, frame them in the eyes of others, or convince the heads of other dorms of their unreliability.

If the situation gets out of hand, he can call Floyd or Jade. Floyd is a "fun" guy, and the idea of scaring or beating up bullies is likely to appeal to him. Jade, being more subtle, may "accidentally" arrange for these guys to have discipline problems.

After the incident, Azul may become more attentive and caring. He may subtly add little bonuses to her day, such as asking her to stay at the Monstro Lounge where she will be safe, or suddenly inviting her on outings to keep her away from unpleasant people. If he sees that his beloved is truly scared, it will hit his insecurities. He will feel like he is not good enough, since he could not protect her. This may lead to him becoming even more secretive, but also more brutal in his methods.

Floyd Leech

Floyd is a man of mood, so his reaction to the harassment of his beloved may depend on what state he is in at the moment.

If he is in a good mood, his first reaction may be playful and mocking. He may come up, put his arm around his beloved's shoulders, smile at the impudent one, and lazily say something like: "Oh, you probably don't know... but the shrimp is already taken~" His smile may seem friendly, but it will intuitively become clear that it is full of hidden threat.

However, if this person continues to pester, Floyd will quickly lose all humor. A dark light will appear in his eyes, he will literally freeze for a second, and then instantly be next to the offender, grabbing him by the shoulder or collar, squeezing with a force that can crunch the fabric. His voice becomes low, and the intonations are frighteningly slow. Depending on his mood, Floyd can either intimidate the bully or outright threaten him physically (but not in a way that would make him answer to the teachers later).

If he is already irritated, he will skip the mockery stage and immediately move on to intimidating behavior. He can grab the bully by the neck, wrist, or even press him against the wall with such force that he will stop breathing for a second.

"Huh? Who gave you permission to touch my shrimp? Come on, explain it to me while your ribs are still intact." At this point, his voice will be low and the pressure will be noticeable.

If his beloved tries to stop him, Floyd can immediately calm down, hug her and say: "You don't like it? Okay, I won't... But he won't bother me anymore, I promise~" However, he can send an icy look to the bully at the end, showing that he remembered his face. In any case, whoever dared to pester his beloved, that person would either learn a memorable lesson or be afraid to even look in her direction next time.

Jade Leech

Jade never shows his irritation or anger openly. He will continue to smile, speak politely and act as usual, but at the same time he will carefully watch anyone who approaches his beloved with inappropriate intentions.

If someone crosses the line, Jade will most likely not make an open scene. Instead, he will gently remind the offender not to do something he will later regret. His voice will remain soft, his smile - friendly, but the coldness in his eyes and slight hints will make it clear that he is quite capable of making a person's life a nightmare.

If someone really goes too far, that person will suddenly start to face minor (and sometimes major) troubles: their things will mysteriously disappear, someone will trip them up, and their reputation among the students will begin to fall for no apparent reason. And no one will guess that Jade is behind it - except, perhaps, Azul and Floyd, who will only smirk.

Jade can ask her with a slight smile: "Oh, my dear, what exactly will you do with these people? Perhaps you will allow me to help a little?" He will watch her reaction, checking how capable she is of standing up for herself - but if necessary, he will personally make sure that no one bothers her anymore.

Unlike her brother, who could immediately start a fight or start chasing offenders, Jade acts covertly. However, if his beloved is really in danger, he will not stand on ceremony - perhaps no one will ever know where that impudent man who allowed himself too much disappeared to.

Kalim Ali-Asim

Despite his cheerful and easy-going personality, Kalim cares deeply for those he loves. He would be greatly concerned if someone were to harm his beloved. This sense of protection would show in his actions, and he would try to intervene as quickly as possible to stop such harassment.

While Kalim may not be the most agile and is sometimes naive, he would try to actively intervene to protect his beloved, even if it meant failing or looking awkward. He would perhaps try to resolve the situation peacefully, but if that did not work, he would not be afraid to take advantage of his position or perhaps ask Jamil or other friends for help.

Kalim, being a man with good intentions, might not immediately understand the gravity of the situation. He might take action, such as speaking in a friendly manner to those who violated his boundaries, but his sincerity might not be taken seriously, especially when it comes to people with less well-mannered behavior.

Despite his naivety, Kalim has the ability to be decisive. He might engage in more decisive actions, such as reporting the incident to his teachers or older students. His desire to protect others, especially those he loves, would be motivated by a desire to not let anyone be humiliated or hurt.

He might display naive but sincere kindness, while not always clearly understanding how to effectively deal with such situations. It is important to note that his primary actions would come from a desire to protect and support, rather than a desire to demonstrate his power or status. He would console her, trying to strengthen her spirit, and encourage her so that she does not feel alone or helpless in this situation.

Jamil Viper

Jamil, who is used to avoiding attention and hiding his true intentions, might try to stay out of the way and remain on the sidelines at first. He would initially choose to keep a low profile to avoid making the situation worse or putting himself at risk, especially if he felt that interfering could lead to further complications.

Despite his calm exterior, Jamil is an intelligent and experienced man. He would likely use his knowledge and skills to eliminate the threat quietly and without unnecessary noise. This could involve using manipulation or influential people to quell the harassment without drawing unnecessary attention to himself.

As a man with a strong sense of responsibility, Jamil would likely feel obligated to protect his lover, especially if she is new to a world she is not accustomed to. Even if he would prefer to remain in the shadows, he might find a way to protect her, even if it means using his hidden abilities a little.

Jamil, despite his polite and calm exterior, may hide a deep rage inside. If harassment were to become overt, he would control his emotions, but he could probably act tough in the shadows, finding ways to punish those who violate boundaries. This could manifest itself in more subtle actions, such as provoking violators through manipulation or using social connections.

As a person who hides his true feelings, Jamil may experience an internal conflict. He may, on the one hand, feel the desire to protect his lover and show his strength, and on the other, he may be afraid of revealing his true potential and desire to be recognized. This can lead to internal tension, where his hidden ambition clashes with his desire for a quiet life without unnecessary attention.

Jamil may try to solve the problem with the help of influential people, such as older mentors or teachers, if the situation gets out of control. He could turn to someone who would be able to influence the offenders without revealing his own efforts.

Silver Vanrouge

Silver would probably react with his usual seriousness and restraint. First of all, he would be wary and extremely attentive to the safety of his beloved. Despite his tendency to fall asleep in unexpected situations, when it comes to Malleus or loved ones, he is capable of showing unusual determination.

If the harassment comes from students, he would try to politely but firmly intervene, warning them that such actions are unacceptable. However, if the situation gets out of hand, he will not hesitate and may become aggressive, revealing his hidden but strong side. At the same time, his reaction can be restrained and almost cold-blooded, with the intention of eliminating the threat without unnecessary emotions.

Silver will probably not make loud scenes or public conflicts, preferring to resolve everything within the framework of discipline and respect. If the situation continues to deteriorate, his tendency to silently threaten and give a cold stare will make his behavior intimidating to those who violate his boundaries.

After the harassment incident, Silver will take special care of his girlfriend with special attention and care. He will monitor her safety, offering support and reassurance that she is safe with him. His actions will be quiet but caring: he will accompany her wherever necessary and often show his attention through small gestures, such as supporting her in difficult moments or protecting her from possible threats. His care will be shown through protection, not words, and he will try to make her feel safe and protected.

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4linos · 3 days ago

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crossroads.

lee felix x fem!reader, (slight seungmin x fem!reader)

synopsis/request: love turned to betrayal, hope turned to heartbreak. felix thought he could move on until you gave him a reason not to.

warnings: cheating, pregnancy, cursing, alcohol mentions.

wc: 4306

(a/n: non idol!skz.)

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. You shift under the blankets, sighing contentedly as you stretch. The space beside you is warm, but Felix hasn’t moved. He’s usually the first to stir, groggy and clingy, pressing sleepy kisses to your shoulder while murmuring something sweet.

But today, he’s still.

You blink the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to face him. His back is to you, stiff and unmoving. He’s sitting up, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles have turned white. His shoulders rise and fall in uneven breaths.

"Felix?" you murmur, voice laced with sleep. You reach out, fingers brushing against his arm.

He flinches.

You freeze. A chill runs through you, despite the warmth of the blankets.

Your stomach twists, but you force a small smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Good morning, love."

But he pulls away.

It’s not subtle. It’s not groggy or distracted. It’s deliberate. Cold.

Your smile fades instantly. "What’s wrong?"

The silence that follows is deafening.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he exhales shakily. His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, like it hurts to get the words out.

"I know."

Your breath catches.

Something in the way he says it hollow, defeated makes your entire body go rigid.

“What?" Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Felix turns to you, and the second your eyes meet, the air is sucked from your lungs.

His brown eyes, usually so full of love, warmth, safety are unrecognizable. They’re red-rimmed, swollen. A storm of emotions swirls in them—hurt, betrayal, anger. But more than anything, devastation.

His lips part, like he’s trying to speak but can’t find the words. Then, after a moment, he lifts his phone.

Your heart plummets.

The screen is too bright in the dim morning light, but you can still make out the messages, the photos, the timestamps. It’s all there. Every text. Every late-night meetup. The exchanged pictures. The whispered I love you’s that were never meant for him.

It feels like the ground has been ripped out from under you.

"Felix, I—"

"Don't." His voice is sharp, colder than you’ve ever heard it. His whole body is trembling, his fingers curled into his palms so tightly they’re turning white. "Don’t you dare lie to me."

Your throat closes up. You can barely breathe.

He lets out a bitter laugh, one that holds no humor just pure, unfiltered pain. "God, I was so fucking stupid, wasn’t I?" His voice cracks. "I trusted you. I loved you. I gave you everything, and the whole time you were—" He stops himself, exhaling shakily as he squeezes his eyes shut, like saying it out loud makes it too real.

"How long?"

The words cut through the silence like a blade.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. What are you supposed to say?

Felix watches you, waiting for an answer that you don’t have. His jaw clenches. "How long have you been sneaking around with him? How long have you been looking me in the eyes and telling me you love me while you were fucking someone else?"

Tears sting your eyes. "Felix, please—"

"ANSWER ME!"

You flinch. He’s never yelled at you before. Never raised his voice, never spoken to you with anything but love. And yet, here he is voice raw, shaking, filled with something you never thought you’d be the cause of.

You swallow hard. "I never wanted to hurt you."

His expression crumbles.

"But you did."

Silence.

Felix’s breathing is uneven, like he’s barely keeping himself together. "Do you even love me?" His voice is softer now, but somehow, it’s even worse than the anger. "Or was I just—convenient?"

"I do love you," you whisper. "Felix, I swear—"

"Then why?" His voice cracks. His eyes search yours, desperate, like maybe just maybe there’s an explanation that could make this hurt less. But there isn’t.

You have no answer. No excuse.

Felix sucks in a sharp breath, like he’s trying to stop himself from breaking right in front of you. His hands shake as he runs them through his hair. "God, do you know how fucking humiliating this is?" His voice wavers. “I was walking around telling everyone how much I love you, how lucky I am, and the whole time—" He exhales sharply, shaking his head. "The whole time, you were lying to me."

Your heart is in your throat.

"Felix—"

"No." His voice is hollow now, like he’s shutting down completely. He stands abruptly, stepping away from the bed, like he can’t bear to be near you anymore. His hands are trembling as he grabs his phone, his keys.

"I can’t do this." His voice is barely above a whisper now.

Panic surges in your chest. "Felix, wait please, we can talk about this—"

"There’s nothing to talk about." His eyes meet yours one last time, and the finality in them makes your stomach churn. "I won’t be your second choice. I won’t be the idiot you come home to after running off with him."

His hands tighten into fists. "It’s over, I’m done."

And just like that, he walks out.

The door closes behind him with a soft click and it’s deafening.

The door closes, and the silence that follows is suffocating.

For a moment, you just sit there, frozen, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might break through your ribcage. Your mind races, trying to process what just happened, trying to convince yourself that this is some kind of nightmare you’ll wake up from any second now.

But you don’t wake up.

Felix is gone.

Your hands shake as you push the blankets off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The room feels unbearably cold. You want to run after him, to stop him, to tell him it was all a mistake, that you still love him, that it never meant anything. But you know deep down that none of those words will fix what you did.

You betrayed him.

And he’s never coming back.

Your eyes dart to your phone, lying face-up on the nightstand. Hesitantly, you reach for it, unlocking the screen with trembling fingers. The guilt in your chest tightens like a vice when you see the open messages, the proof of everything Felix saw.

The messages with Seungmin are still there, staring back at you like a death sentence.

Last night was amazing. I miss you already.

I love you.

Is he there now? Can I call?

Wish you were here with me instead of with him.

Your stomach churns.

You can’t even remember what excuse you gave Felix last night when you left. Maybe you told him you were meeting a friend. Maybe you said you had errands to run. It doesn’t matter anymore. He knows now. He knows everything.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the phone so tightly your knuckles turn white.

And then, impulsively, you type a message.

Felix, please. I need to talk to you.

You stare at the screen, waiting. Hoping. Begging for the little “typing…” indicator to pop up.

Nothing.

Your hands shake as you try again.

I never meant to hurt you. Please just let me explain.

Still nothing.

Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes feel like hours. The silence is unbearable.

You try calling him, pressing the phone to your ear, heart hammering as it rings. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then..

Beep.

“The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.”

He blocked you.

The realization hits like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. Felix, who never ignored your calls, who never let a text go unanswered, who always made sure you knew how much he loved you wants nothing to do with you.

And it’s all your fault.

Tears blur your vision as you lower the phone, gripping it tightly in your lap. A choked sob escapes your lips, the weight of your actions crashing over you like a tidal wave. You want to scream. You want to turn back time, undo everything, go back to before you ruined it all.

But you can’t.

Felix is gone.

And the worst part?

You have to live with it.

The days blurred into each other, an endless cycle of silence and regret. Weeks had passed since that morning, since Felix had discovered the truth, since he had walked out of your life without a second glance. And still, there was no sign of him.

You had tried everything. Calling, texting, even showing up at places you thought he might be. But the reality was clear. Felix wanted nothing to do with you. He had blocked you, erased you from his life as if you had never existed.

The loneliness was suffocating.

Seungmin had tried reaching out, his name appearing on your screen more times than you could count. But every time, the sight of it made your stomach churn. You had blocked him days ago, unable to stomach the idea of hearing his voice, of facing the person who had played an equal role in destroying the one good thing you had.

Deep down, you knew it wasn’t just his fault. You had made the choices. You had lied. You had let it happen.

But right now? Right now, you wanted to blame it all on him.

It was easier that way.

It had been weeks.

Weeks since he had woken up beside you, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to rip him apart. Weeks since he had sat in bed, gripping his phone, reading through screenshotted messages that shattered his world piece by piece. Weeks since he had last heard your voice, seen your face, felt your touch.

Weeks since he had lost the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with.

Felix had been staying at Chan’s place ever since that morning, crashing on his couch, refusing to go home. His apartment, the one he had shared with you felt haunted. Every corner of it was tainted with memories of you, of whispered confessions and soft laughter, of the love he had so foolishly thought was real.

He barely ate. Barely slept.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, he let himself cry. Other times, he drowned himself in alcohol, hoping it would numb the ache in his chest. But nothing worked. The pain clung to him, a suffocating weight that refused to let go.

"You can't keep doing this, Lix."

Chan's voice was soft yet firm, cutting through the haze of Felix’s misery. He was standing over the couch, arms crossed, watching his friend with barely concealed concern.

Felix didn’t respond. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, empty soju bottles littered around him.

Chan sighed. "I know it hurts, but this? This isn't helping."

Felix let out a bitter laugh, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “What else am I supposed to do, hyung?" His voice was hoarse, laced with exhaustion. "Pretend I’m fine? Go on with my life like nothing happened?"

Chan’s expression softened. "No. But you can’t just waste away here either. It’s been weeks, Felix. You haven’t left this apartment except to buy more alcohol. You barely eat. You barely talk."

A beat of silence.

“You need to get out."

Felix scoffed, sitting up with a groan. "And do what? Go on a walk? Act like my entire world didn’t just fucking fall apart?"

"No," Chan said simply. "Come to the bar with us, get your mind off of things."

Felix blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"Changbin and Hyunjin are meeting me there," Chan continued. "We’re going out, and you’re coming with us."

Felix shook his head immediately. "Hyung, I really don’t think—"

"I wasn't asking, Lix," Chan cut him off, his voice gentle but firm. "You need this. Just a few hours. Just… try."

Felix opened his mouth to argue, but the look in Chan’s eyes stopped him. It wasn’t pity, he knew Chan too well for that. It was concern. Genuine, deep concern. And Felix knew, as much as he wanted to argue, that Chan was right.

So, with a heavy sigh, he muttered, "Fine. Whatever."

Chan smiled slightly, clapping him on the back. "Good. Now go shower, you reek of alcohol."

Felix rolled his eyes, but for the first time in weeks, he felt something other than emptiness.

Maybe, just maybe tonight would help him forget.

The neon glow of the city reflected off the rain-slicked streets as Chan and Felix made their way toward the bar. The night air was crisp, but Felix barely noticed. He had spent the past few weeks numbing himself either by crying himself to sleep, drinking until his thoughts blurred, or scrolling through old messages that made his stomach churn.

But tonight, Chan was forcing him out of his misery.

Felix knew he needed it. He knew that staying locked up in his own head, reliving every moment, every lie, every whispered I love you that wasn’t meant for him was destroying him. But he didn’t know how to stop.

They stepped into the bar, the dim lighting and low hum of music immediately engulfing them.

Hyunjin and Changbin were already there, seated by the entrance on some bar stools. The second they saw Felix, their faces lit up with relief, but the moment they got a closer look at him, the relief was quickly replaced by concern.

"Jesus, Felix," Hyunjin muttered as Felix slid into the seat to him. "You look like shit."

"Thanks," Felix said flatly, waving the waitress over. "Whiskey. Neat."

Chan shot Hyunjin a warning look before sliding in beside Changbin. "How have you guys been?"

"Good. busy with work," Changbin said before giving Felix a pointed look. "You know, like normal functioning adults."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Just say I’ve been a mess and go."

Hyunjin sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "We were worried about you, man. You barely respond to our messages."

Felix hesitated, then sighed. He wasn’t sure why, but suddenly, he wanted them to know. He wanted them to understand why he had been like this, why the weight in his chest refused to go away.

So, he told them.

He told them everything.

And then, he showed them.

His fingers hovered over his phone screen before pulling up the messages. The texts. The photos. The ones he had seen over and over again, burned into his mind like a scar he couldn’t erase. The proof that he had been nothing but a fool.

Hyunjin and Changbin read in silence. At first, their expressions were unreadable. But as they scrolled, their faces twisted Hyunjin’s jaw clenched, and Changbin let out a slow breath as he sat back in his seat.

"No way," Hyunjin muttered, shaking his head. "I didn’t think Seungmin would ever—" He stopped himself, his hands curling into fists.

"Are you fucking serious?" Changbin muttered, his brows furrowing as he scrolled through the messages. "This is beyond messed up."

Felix scoffed, downing his whiskey in one go before setting the glass down with a dull thud. "Yeah, well, I was too blind to see it." His voice was bitter, laced with something close to self-loathing. "My own best friend, man. He was smiling in my face while—" He cut himself off, shaking his head as he clenched his fists. "I was so fucking stupid."

Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin shared a look.

Chan, sensing the conversation was heading toward another downward spiral, cleared his throat. "You weren't stupid, Lix. You trusted the people you loved. That’s not a flaw."

"Doesn’t make it hurt less."

"No, it doesn’t," Chan admitted. "But drowning in it won’t help either."

Felix sighed, rubbing his temples. He felt exhausted. Like carrying the weight of this betrayal had drained him completely.

Sensing the tension, Hyunjin quickly changed the subject, shifting the conversation toward work. Slowly, the heavy atmosphere lightened, and for the first time in weeks, Felix found himself relaxing, just a little.

And then

"Hey there."

Felix looked up.

A girl had approached them, standing just beside Felix. She was smiling, soft and warm as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Mind if I sit?"

Felix blinked, caught off guard. He opened his mouth to respond when instinct kicked in, and he almost said, Sorry, I have a girlfriend.

But then, he remembered.

He didn’t.

His chest tightened, but he forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, of course."

She slid into the seat beside him, offering her hand. "I’m Jiheon."

Felix hesitated for only a second before shaking it. "Felix."

Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chan exchanged glances then, as if on cue, they all stood.

"Well," Hyunjin said, stretching, "we’ll leave you two to talk."

Felix shot them a look, but they only smirked, winking at him before slipping away to a pool table.

He turned back to Jiheon, who was watching him with a slight smile.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Felix asked.

Jiheon’s smile widened. "I’d love that."

And for the first time in a long time, Felix didn’t think about you.

Felix hadn’t felt this light in weeks.

As he sat across from Jiheon, sipping on his drink and listening to her talk, he found himself forgetting, if only for a little while. The weight in his chest that had been suffocating him since that morning started to lift, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he laughed.

Really laughed.

Jiheon was easy to talk to. She was witty, charming, and had this infectious energy that made it impossible not to be drawn to her. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, from casual small talk to deeper topics music, travel, dreams, regrets.

Felix had been so caught up in their conversation that he barely noticed how much time had passed until the bartender approached their table with an apologetic smile.

"Hey, guys. Hate to break this up, but we're closing soon."

Felix blinked, glancing around. The once-bustling bar was now nearly empty, the music softer, the lights dimmer. Jiheon let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

"Wow. Guess time really flew, huh?"

Felix smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, guess it did."

They both stood, gathering their things. As they made their way toward the exit, Felix hesitated for a brief moment before pulling out his phone.

"Would it be okay if I got your number?"

Jiheon grinned, taking his phone from his hand and quickly typing it in before handing it back. "I was hoping you’d ask."

Felix chuckled, pocketing his phone. They stepped out into the cool night air, the city still alive with distant sounds of traffic and laughter from late-night wanderers.

"Well, Felix," Jiheon said, tucking her hands into her coat pockets. "I had a really great time tonight."

Felix exhaled, his breath visible in the chilly air. "Yeah… me too."

There was a pause, one that almost felt expectant. But Felix wasn’t ready for anything more. Not yet. Jiheon must have sensed it because she simply smiled and gave him a small wave.

"Text me sometime."

"I will."

With that, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

Felix stood there for a moment, watching her go, then let out a small breath before turning toward the direction of Chan’s apartment.

And for the first time in weeks, his steps felt a little lighter.

When Felix walked through the door of Chan’s apartment, he wasn’t prepared for the way Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin were all waiting in the living room, their expressions ranging from amused to smug.

Hyunjin was the first to speak, arms crossed. "So? How’d it go?"

Felix rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the grin that stretched across his face. "Shut up."

Changbin smirked. "That good, huh?"

Chan chuckled, shaking his head. "You look like you just won the lottery."

Felix plopped down onto the couch, running a hand over his face. "I don’t know, it was just… nice. Talking to someone. Feeling normal again."

The room was silent for a moment before Chan spoke, softer this time. "You deserve that, Lix."

Felix looked at his best friend, and for the first time in weeks, he actually believed it.

Felix hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

For the past few weeks, he had been spending time with Jiheon, going on dates and slowly letting his heart feel something again. It felt... right. With her, the laughter was easier, the moments more effortless, and he didn’t feel like he was constantly walking around with a dark cloud over his head.

Tonight, they were at her apartment, and everything was perfect. Jiheon was snuggled up next to him in her living room as they watched her favorite movie. They had been laughing for the past few minutes, enjoying each other’s company with casual ease.

Jiheon fed him a piece of candy from the bowl she had next to her on the coffee table, her smile bright as she glanced over at him.

"You know, you're more fun to watch movies with than I thought," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Felix smiled back, his heart warming. "I try."

But then, just as the laughter was starting to die down and they were getting lost in the moment, his phone buzzed on the table beside him.

He reached for it without thinking, but as soon as he saw the unknown number, his stomach dropped. A sense of irritation crept up on him, he hadn’t even thought about you in days, but your presence still lingered like an unwelcome shadow in the back of his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the block button, ready to shut the door completely on you. But then, another text arrived, this one from the same number.

"Felix, I really need to talk to you. It’s important."

Felix let out a sharp breath, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t sure what you could possibly want anymore. It had been weeks since he had seen or spoken to you, and he had told himself a million times that he was done. Done with the pain, done with the lies, done with everything that had broken him.

But before he could press the button, the next message came through and it stopped him cold.

"Felix... I’m pregnant."

The words hit him like a punch to the stomach.

He sat up straight, his hand trembling slightly as he read the message again, as if his brain was trying to process it differently.

Pregnant?

For a moment, everything in the room faded away. The sound of Jiheon’s laughter, the soft glow of the TV screen, everything. It all felt distant as Felix’s mind raced.

Pregnant.

What did that even mean?

His thoughts scattered, conflicting emotions flooding his chest. The anger. The betrayal. The confusion. And then, deep down, something else. Panic.

Jiheon noticed the change in his expression immediately. She sat up, concern flickering across her face. "Felix?"

He blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself together. "I… I need to go."

Jiheon’s face dropped, clearly hurt by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "What? Is everything okay?"

Felix’s heart clenched, guilt washing over him for acting so abruptly. He didn’t want to leave her like this, not when she had made him feel so... seen again. But this? This was something he couldn’t ignore.

"Yeah, I just... I need to deal with something," he said, his voice quieter, as he stood up. His mind was still spinning. "I’ll text you, okay?"

Jiheon didn’t say anything at first. She simply nodded, watching him carefully as he grabbed his jacket and left her apartment in a hurry.

Felix stood outside her building for a long moment, staring at his phone as the messages from you lingered on the screen. Pregnant.

His mind was on fire. He didn’t know what to think, what to feel, or what to do. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had tried so hard to move on, to rebuild, and now you were throwing this bombshell at him.

He quickly dialed your number, his hands shaking as he pressed the phone to his ear.

The line rang.

And rang.

Pick up, pick up, pick up…

Finally, you answered. Your voice was hesitant, almost shaky, as if you were nervous about how he would respond.

"Felix?"

"What the hell, Y/N?" He wasn’t sure if he was angry, confused, or just plain lost. "What do you mean you’re pregnant? How is this even possible?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before you spoke, your voice small but steady. "I don’t know, Lix. I just... I found out. And I didn’t know who else to talk to."

Felix’s breath hitched, frustration bubbling in his chest. He wanted to scream at you, to demand answers, but instead, he stood frozen, staring out into the night.

"You should’ve told me sooner," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "You’ve ruined everything, Y/N."

Another pause.

"I’m sorry."

Felix didn’t know if you were apologizing for the right reasons, but the words cut deeper than anything else.

He hung up before you could say another word, standing in the dark, feeling like his entire world had come crashing down again.

As Felix drove back to Chan’s apartment, the weight of what you’d just told him crushed him with every passing second. He had been so close to moving on, so close to something real and new with Jiheon.

But now? Now he didn’t know what to do.

How could he walk away from this? How could he pretend this wasn’t his responsibility?

But how could he go back to you? After everything that had happened?

He didn’t have the answers.

And he wasn’t sure when he’d find them.

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[a/n 2: yes, y/n made me upset while writing this too🙄. hehe i hope you guys enjoyed! thank you to the anon who gave me this idea for felix angsty dad fic 🤭.]

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