#a little “oh edward” goes a long way

[naranjapetrificada]

ofmd fic writers who have Stede occasionally call Ed "Edward" during sex:

I see you, I value you, I thank you for the service you provide

[qdbs-writes]

How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

[daintylovers]

imagine moving to beacon hills around season one. right around the same time, allison moves in. it's nice not being the only new girl, so you two quickly become friends.

imagine meeting lydia for the first time. it happens in your fourth class of the day, you two are assigned to be partners for the semester. albeit, at first she isn't thrilled, but once she gives you a chance, everything changes. she's found someone like-minded for once in this small town. someone as intelligent, yet fashionable as her. she thinks for a quick second, if she liked girls, she would love you.

imagine seeing stiles for the first time. seeing- not meeting, because the boy can only gawk at you from across the hall. it's definitely weird and a little unsettling at first, but it's nice to be admired? right?

imagine finally talking to the poor boy for the first time. it had to be you who spoke first, his brain going a mile a minute. it happens a few days later, when lab partners are assigned. stiles almost faints when he hears your names paired together. scott has to be the one to push him out of his seat. it feels kind of how you imagine bella felt when edward and her first meet, awkward and stiff. does he not like you? maybe that's why he was always staring, it wasn't in fantasy, but with disgust. not being one to dwell on whether someone likes you or not, you push through, introducing yourself with a raised out hand. stiles is quick to latch on, spewing out his full government name. then once he catches the confusion on your face, he tells you that you could call him stiles.

imagine going to lydias house party, that very night. running into all your newfound friends, dancing and drinking a little. then seeing your shy new lab partner chasing after his drunk friend. but also allison chasing after the drunk friend. whats his name again? shawn? smith? stiles? no- wait stiles is yours. scott! its scott. but by the time you have that revelation, the three are already outside. so you watch as allison gets into some random car and stiles stands are dumbfounded. scott has seemingly disappeared, and there's an unease building in your chest. who was that guy with allison? stiles, sensing someone behind him, turns around to face the one person he doesn't want to see at the moment. not because he doesn't like you, but because he is pretty sure his best friend is a freaking werewolf.

imagine asking him if he knew who allison got in the car with, and getting an unsavory response. great, your new friend might get murdered and tossed into the woods tonight. the alcohol is catching up to you rather quickly, and the worry is only increasing. stiles starts to make a move to his car, eager to see if scott went back home when you wrap a hand around his upper arm. it's not harsh or anything, so he doesn't flinch, but he is confused. you ask him if he will give you a ride to allisons, because you guys live close together and you want to make sure she gets home safe. stiles immediately says yes, but tells you he has to make a quick stop at scotts. something about possible alcohol poisoning or something, which makes your head spin. oh fuck, what if you have that?

imagine being told to wait in the car as stiles goes into scotts house. the boy is very persistent as you try to help him out. he offers to get you fries from the local drive-through if you just please stay in the car. that gets you to comply, so you're left staring out the window. it doesn't take long for stiles to come running out of the house and speeding down the street. you don't even have to ask because he tells you that allison went home with this guy derek who is very very evil. you never get those fries. but the good news is that allison is alive!

imagine stiles walking you to your door because you and allison really do live right next to each other. you guys don't say much, the adrenaline rush already crashing. you guys are about to part ways when you stop him and ask for his number. he seems like a nice guy and you joke about how you'll harass him until he gets you those fries. his heart does cartwheels as you exchange digits, and makes a mental note to kill scott. in a perfect world, you two would have managed to spend the whole night together, but scotts newfound supernatural abilities are already infiltrating stiles life.

imagine waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from stiles telling you to get dressed cause he is coming over in fifteen minutes. it has you smiling like a child and it feels so goddamn good. maybe this kid will be cooler than you imagined. he pulls into your driveway and you open the door to see him with iced vanilla lattes and Mcdonald's french fries. this guy might just be an angel. you let him in and for the rest of the morning, you guys eat and talk about nothing while lounging around your room.

[world0fmadness]

TALK TO ME

lando norris x voice actress! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for lando with a voice actress partner!

୨୧ the game release dates are almost all wrong but just… shhh! you guys have been dating since mid 2022 <3

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♡ sticking with the meeting story from lovely voice, i’ll expand on it a little!

୨୧ lando was streaming resident evil village one afternoon, wanting a switch up from his usual games and he’d heard good things about this one so why not play it?

♡ little did he know how much a video game would absolutely change his life <3

୨୧ within and hour he reaches castle dimitrescu

♡ he’s immediately in awe of one character, but it’s not who you’d probably think…

୨୧ instead of simping for lady dimitrescu, like most people do, he was down bad for bela dimitrescu who just so happened to be voiced by you!

♡ he was VERY vocal about how much he was in love with this character but especially her voice… almost demanding his chat to give him the name of her voice actress…

“ guys, who voices this character here? god, she’s got such a lovely voice hasn’t she? can’t just be me who thinks that… ” ( it definitely wasn’t just him, he converted almost his entire chat info bela dimitrescu worshipers )

୨୧ not long after he begged from the voice actresses name, multiple people in his chat post your social media handle and as soon as he sees it filling up the chat, he pauses the game to take a peek

“ bloody hell! that’s her? well the face certainly matches the voice, hm? she’s beautiful ” ( this clip of him goes absolutely insane on twitter )

♡ when you guys officially begin dating, lando goes on a binge, playing almost all of the games you’ve voiced a character in!

୨୧ one of the most infamous being until dawn, which he played on stream…

♡ he had no idea how easy it is to lose a character in that game and you didn’t tell him, wanting to see how far he could get before killing someone off

୨୧ it didn’t take long at all and the first character to die was yours :( you got your jaw pried open and head crushed by a wendigo

“ oh bloody hell, love! i’m sorry, oh fuck, that’s horrible, is it over? i’m so sorry, oh my god… ” ( you could be heard laughing so loud in your shared bedroom before coming in to offer him some comfort )

♡ safe to say lando was fucking traumatised… to see your face and hear your brutal screaming, it was way too much for him and he felt horrible! it was enough to make him restart the game

୨୧ on his second playthrough, he just wants to keep your character safe, all the others can get lost, he doesn’t care but his baby? she’s making it OUT!

♡ and your character does make it out! she was the only one left alive but lando is fine with that, as long as you’re alive

୨୧ whenever you’re on a comic-con panel, you’ll get a question about lando every once and a while

♡ like most voice actors and actresses, you the the motion capture for a lot of your characters too!

୨୧ this has led to a lot of footage of you and lando behind the scenes of games making into “ the making of ” documentaries!

♡ a fan favourite being the documentary for the last of us part II! it had quite a few clips of lando coming onto set and constantly making you laugh during scenes, making crude gestures towards you and calling you “ dotface ”

୨୧ he got kicked off set many times… but that wasn’t enough, oh no! naughty dog wanted revenge for how many times they had to reshoot a scene…

♡ so they got their revenge in the form of lying to lando! they told him they wanted to give him a simple, innocent cameo in the jackson section of the game! he’d be an innocent npc

୨୧ lando was so excited! he agreed right away, letting them take the 360 scans of his face and body, he couldn’t wait to see himself when he played it on stream!

♡ when he did play it on stream, he was incredibly confused as to where he was in jackson, he couldn’t find himself… but he figured maybe he just missed it! all the while you’re sitting in the next room, watching his stream with a downright evil smile on your face

୨୧ he comes across his face and body a little later in the game and oh boy, he was SO upset!

♡ his character wasn’t some innocent npc… oh no… his character was a wlf member that ellie, your character, has to brutally kill to proceed with the story

“ that’s me! for fuck sake! love, did you know about this?! ” ( of course you knew, but you were too busy laughing at how upset he was to answer his question )

୨୧ safe to say he never trusted a developer ever again…

♡ lando is a HUGE shipper for a lot of your character’s relationships!

୨୧ seyloy? he’d scream it from the rooftops, he was rooting for them to just kiss already for the entire burning shores dlc and he yelled SO loud when they finally did <3

�� finally! you know i was getting really worried they wouldn’t make it official… thank god ” ( again, you can just be heard laughing in the background before yelling out “ seyloy for life ” which he repeats back to you whilst chuckling )

♡ one of your favourite characters you’ve ever had the pleasure of voicing is clementine in telltale’s the walking dead!

୨୧ it was the first character you EVER voiced at the age of 8 and you really grew up alongside your character, always coming back to voice her in the following seasons as she grew up

♡ the final season at age 16 was especially special to you because it reveals clementine to be bisexual, just like you… and it’s how you came out to your fans too

୨୧ you and lando have said if you ever have a child, you’ll give them the middle name “ clementine ” because of how much the character means to you <3

♡ of course, children aren’t something you two plan to have very soon so you adopt a dog and end up naming her clementine ( you love calling her sweet pea too )

୨୧ you and lando treat her like a princess and take her everywhere with you guys! one time, you bought her a little replica of clementine’s hat and lando thought it was so damn cute, he made you wear yours and got a picture of you two together before sending it to EVERYONE he knows

♡ whenever you get new roles, he’s so excited for you!

୨୧ he loves letting you practice lines with him at home, though he can never stay serious for long and starts cracking jokes within ten minutes

♡ but he really is just so supportive! when your new game trailer releases, he’s sharing it on ALL of his social medias, flexing about how he has such a talented partner who has played all of these amazing characters and don’t even get me started about when he’s in the paddock… he talks about you to EVERYONE who’s willing to listen

“ well, she has a new game coming out soon so she’s pretty excited to see fan reactions to her character in that and then she has some panels to do as well ” ( it won’t be long before he’s pulling up pictures of some of your characters to show them too )

୨୧ and whenever he’s in the city, if he sees a billboard or any other type of promotion for your upcoming game, he always takes a photo before sending it to you! if you character is on the promotion, he’s asking if you know “ who that beautiful lady is ”

♡ if any of your characters get figurines, he buys them ALL!

୨୧ he has a shelf for them in his streaming room, next to the shelf with his racing stuff on it… two things he loves so much right next to each other

♡ since oscar is also a pretty big gamer and plays some games that you have a character in, it’s pretty common for him to send lando pictures of character at unflattering angles, jokingly asking him ��� is this your girl? ”

୨୧ to which lando promptly responds “ yes, yes it is, and what? ”

♡ when you were nominated for a best voice actress award for your role as aloy in horizon forbidden west at the game awards in 2024, lando was ecstatic for you!

୨୧ you’d already won two previous awards, one for your role as clementine in telltale’s the walking dead and another for your role as ellie in the last of us part II in 2023, so if you won again, this would be the second award you’d received whilst dating lando

♡ he dresses up SO good for the awards, just as you do of course, and as soon as you arrive at the event and your pictures are posted to social media… oh it was a frenzy

୨୧ most people were going nuts over how good you both looked whilst some people said nothing would ever top him wearing the custom made cult of the lamb suit at the 2023 game awards

♡ the award show is going great, you and lando loving to see all of the other incredibly talented people receive their awards and chatting to people around you but eventually, it’s time for the winner of best voice actress to be revealed…

୨୧ lando holds your slightly sweaty hand in his, squeezing it as they read out your name as one of the nominees

♡ when your name is read out as the winner, lando lets out the loudest yell right in your ear before helping you stand up and giving you a tight hug

“ YES! oh i knew it love, i knew you’d win! go on, go get your award, i love you ” ( he gives you a quick peck before you walk off too, no doubt being screen recorded by fans watching at home )

୨୧ while you’re on stage accepting your award and giving your speech ( making sure to thank lando at least twice for his constant love and support ) he’s filming you and taking pictures of you on his phone, as if there aren’t multiple professional photographers doing that for him, he looks like a proud mother holding his phone up and very quietly cheering you on from his seat

♡ you guys go out for dinner with some of your co stars after the award show ends, lando constantly telling you how proud of you he is

“ i’m so proud of you, you know that? you deserve it so much, you really do, love ” ( he has so much love in his eyes whilst saying it, it’s nearly enough to make you cry )

୨୧ you spend the rest of the night enjoying a delicious dinner, your dream boyfriend by your side and close friends chatting amongst each other

♡ what a night it was…

landonorris: everyone say congratulations yn! my girl just won her THIRD best voice actress award! i’m so beyond proud of you love, my greatest achievement in life is being able to love someone as talented and beautiful as you

ynln ✔️: oh, lando 🥹

> ynln ✔️: thank you so much, i love you more than you know

> landonorris ✔️: love you so much more

> ynln ✔️: do you ALWAYS have to turn stuff into a competition? 😩

> landonorris ✔️: absolutely ❤️

landoynforever: congratulations yn! three awards is insane…

> loveyouyn: right? no one is doing it like her 😭

oscarpiastri ✔️: congratulations yn! speech could’ve used some work but i’d say it was decent

> ynln ✔️: i’ll pretend that last last little bit isn’t there, thank you oscar!

[aangelinakii]

NO ROOM TO SWING A CAT.

— riddle me this!

summary : the riddler has struck again, and you and jason have fallen into his trap. let's hope you're not claustrophobic!

note : this kinda declines in quality as it goes on,, i've been so tired and struggling with writing so it took me a verryy long time to get through this sorry everybody !! 😭😭

how you got yourself into this situation, you couldn't say; what, with jason todd in his dirt-smudged red helmet, body pressed against yours, gloved hands against the wall behind you.

you could barely breathe, jason so close, your own mask concealing your identity, the box you were situated in much too tight for the both of you to fit.

riddler would pay for this.

as soon as you figure a way out, of course.

"are you okay?" jason's voice came, distorted from beneath his helmet. "i'm.. sorry."

a sigh racked through your body, and you shook your head with closed eyes. "it's fine. let's just find a way out of this thing." and you rose your head, attempting to not clash against the red hood's mask as you angled around to see better.

alas, no way out.

just as you were about to land a frustrated punch to one of the walls, a familiar elfish voice filled the box.

"the hood and his friend!" they mused, and you felt your jaw tightened. without the masks, you were friends; with the masks, you were your own people. "hope you two are having fun in there?"

from beneath his helmet, jason huffed a gravelly sigh, one hand on the side of your head faltering. "nygma.." he groaned. "what's the game today?"

edward nygma — or the riddler, as he was known in batman's rogue gallery — seemed overjoyed jason had asked. "oh, you know me so well!" he laughed. "having trouble moving? i am always in motion, yet i never move. what am i?"

without a beat passing, you immediately answered: "time."

"well done, young vigilante! very well done."

as riddler's voice crackled into the box, the floor beneath you began to shake, and you pressed further against the wall behind you. only for it to move slightly, along with the other three walls, and you had to urge yourself to move with it in order to save a fall.

it was now that both you and jason realised what this was: answer the riddles, get out the box.

perhaps if you were with batman, this may be easier, for, knowing nygma, the questions would only get more difficult from here on out.

adjusting to the new space, the red hood before you managed to lean back, mimicking you in leaning against the wall behind. due to his height, however, his legs had to stand on either side of yours, the proximity between you unwavering.

"quick thinking," he commented, sending a nod your way.

"yeah," you breathed in response. "but i wouldn't celebrate just yet."

another crackle came from above, and your chest tightened in anticipation for the next riddle. "i hope you're getting comfortable, vigilantes, because this next question will be a little harder..."

great.

"i have cities, but no houses. i have mountains, but no trees. i have water, but no fish. what am i?"

he was right, this one was a little harder.

even from beneath the glowing eyes of his helmet, you could tell jason's face had contorted into that of confusion, especially when it was marked by a small, "what the hell?" from under his breath.

"water, no fish.. mountains..." you muttered, eyes closing to visualise it. and then you saw it... "a map!"

in the absence of sound, a bead of sweat rolled down your temple, and you were unsure whether it was because it was growing so warm, or due to the anticipation — what would happen if you got it wrong?

"interesting, vigilante," the riddler spoke up after a couple beats. "have you been looking at my question sheets?"

the whirr of an uneasy, yet relieved laugh filtered through you, and the two of you stumbled as the walls retracted once more.

"yeah, i didn't know you liked riddles," jason grunted as he tried to readjust himself.

with a shrug, you responded, finally able to breathe. "sometimes i patrol with ti— robin. red robin. you know what it's like with him; sometimes the best way to shut him up is to get him thinking."

jason almost had time to let out a chuckle before the riddle went winding again.

"riddle three!" and both you and red hood straightened up.

in the time between nygma speaking again, you raked your eyes all round the dark box, barely fitting the two of you inside. you activated the glow beams on the knuckles of your gloves, shining its light in all corners.

and then something caught your eye.

right in the corner, peeking beneath the retracting wall, there was something embedded in the floor. if you got two more riddles correct, you'd be able to see it fully. so, two more riddles was the goal.

"hey," you whispered, keeping your voice low as you turned off your beams, and jason turned to you. "something's beneath the wall. i think that's our way out."

"hello!?" riddler's voice screeched through the box, sending your hands to your ears. "don't ignore me, vigilantes! without me, you are stuck here. answer the question."

this time, jason spoke, robotic voice and all. "can you repeat the riddle? we missed it the first time."

with an audible sigh, riddle prepared to reread his question.

"what comes once in a minute, thrice in a mere moment, but never in a billion years?" even after he spoke, riddler's laugh lingered, crackling around the small space, sending the hairs up on the back of your neck.

from behind your mask, your lips moved softly, mind racing with the possibilities.

before you could offer an answer, jason spoke; his first answer. "the letter m. once in 'a minute', three times in 'a mere moment,' and never in the word 'billion'."

the silence that follows is deafening. one mississippi. two mississippi.

and then the box creaks as its walls fall back again.

immediately, your eyes flit to the corner, where the walls have moved back, further revealing what had been hidden on the floor.

"well done, red hood," riddler chuckled darkly. "i knew i shouldn't have underestimated you. you're not the meat head everybody thinks you are."

"watch it, nygma," jason shot back without another beat.

but this was a good opening. jason could keep riddler talking whilst you turned on your wrist beams, illuminating the dark space.

just as you'd suspected, there was a metal grating slotted into the floor, and when you dug your fingers into the hole in the top, it shifted. but the corner wouldn't move. you needed one more question.

"what's the next question, riddler?" you piped up from your place on the floor. we're almost out.

you'd almost been overlooked, for jason was keeping his attention occupied, but riddler gave a hum. perhaps your eagerness was suspicious.

helmet a deep crimson in this lack of light, jason peered down at you, and he shuffled over, now able to move a little bit more. he could try to pry open the lid, but it would just end up with bent fingers if that wall was still in the way.

into the mic, riddler cleared his throat, sending crackles through the speakers. "i hope you're ready vigilantes... i have a corner but no walls. i see but cannot walk. i roll but cannot talk. what am i?"

still crouched over you, you glanced over your shoulder to jason, who only shook his head and carefully rose his shoulders in a shrug.

"what can see and roll?" you muttered, eyes glancing between jason's, despite all you could see being two white dots. you knew he was doing the same under there.

and then he chuckled. "eyes." he stood up, talking up to the air, to the ceiling — wherever it was ed nygma was listening, or watching, in. "the answer's eyes."

bang! red hood landed an impatient blow against one of the walls. "the answer's eyes, asshole! now let us out!"

"ah, ah, ah..." riddler hummed, his tone mysterious despite the walls moving back again, revealing more of the metal grate. without missing a beat, you were moving to pull out the lid from its place, a little snug. "don't get too rude, red hood. i'm the reason you're stuck here, after all. i'd be kinder if i were you. i wouldn't, perhaps, want everything to go back to how it was."

despite his words, you didn't want to linger on them for too long, instead working to move the grate; much heavier than you'd expected.

ignoring riddler, which was easy when it came to you, jason crouched down again, muscles working to help move the metal lid. with his help, it moved effortlessly, but when you held your shining wrist down the manhole, a squirm in your stomach decided it may be better to just stay in the box; mere darkness followed.

suddenly, a deafening scrape began to feel the space; slow, agonising. the walls were slowly caving in, and it wasn't like there was a lot of space already. you needed to make an escape, and fast.

"shit!" you choked, wasting no time in lowering yourself into the manhole, waist already disappearing to the abyss. you've survived worse than this... right?

with one last prayer, you squeezed your eyes shut and dropped.

splash!

if only it smelled better, you'd be glad to have dropped down into a body of water.

pinching your nose shut, you waved your arm around, attempting to see your surroundings with the glow emitting from your wrist.

"hey!" jason's voice called from above, slightly frantic in a way that wasn't in character for him. "you okay? sounded like water!"

a gag threatened to tug at your throat, but you pushed through it. "i think i'm in the fucking sewers."

red hood made a noise of disgust, but dropped down anyway, his body mass sending a wave of garbage water all over you.

yeah, now you've experienced everything.

[lillypad910]

Blurb: Sex on the Beach

(Not what you think)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f! Reader

Word count: 1029

Warnings: drinking/alcohol consumption, fluff. Not proofread, sorry for any errors!

Summary: Eddie, Steve, and Robin go to the bar for Rob’s birthday. You are there with your friends, checking out the guys who come in, but a certain metalhead catches your eye. He orders the drinks for his friends, but his order shocks your whole table, but you take it as an opportunity.

A/n: this is so short but I thought it was a fun and cute idea.

Emerson! Reader is coming, I promise, it's just a LOT

It’s Robin’s twenty-first birthday as she, Steve, and Eddie sit around the apartment she co-owned with the two men. “So,” Steve speaks up first, “To celebrate our dear friend Robin, I propose we go to a bar. It’s her twenty-first, she has to drink.” Eddie nods, “I’m down, haven’t gone drinking in a while.”

You are sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, your friends giggling as they check out some of the guys around the room. “Oh, three o’clock, just coming in. Those two are hot.” One says as she gestures loosely. You and the rest of your group glance over as you watch two men and a woman walk in.

One of the guys has around shoulder length hair, neatly done to be swoopy, his jacket is red with a yellow undershirt, blue jeans that perfectly fit him. “Look at that ass, damn.” One of the girls says.

The girl has chin length hair, her jacket collar is up a bit but you can’t tell if she meant for it to be or if it just hasn’t been fixed.

Then there is the second guy, the final individual of the party. “He’s totally a hard liquor guy.” One of your friends comment, “I mean come on, that punk rock look is screaming whiskey.” “Look at his hair,” another comments. He is very attractive, definitely right up your alley with dark long curly hair that reached past his shoulder blades. His eyes are dark in color, probably brown but it’s hard to really tell in this lighting. But it is his clothes that draw you in.

Lots of denim both as jeans and a vest. His leather jacket underneath with a band t-shirt and chains that hang by his belt loops.

The trio had made their way over to a table a good ways from yours but you couldn’t stop staring at the second guy.

“How about you go up and order us the first round, Eds?” The first guy speaks up, you could barely hear him but you were listening way to hard to miss it. Eds…? God, what names use the nickname Eds…? Edward? Eddie? Wait, Eddie is a nickname for Edward also, right??

You can’t think straight with how much alcohol you had already consumed so far tonight. Your fifth beverage sits in front of you on the table, half drank and the ice starting to melt.

The guy, Eds, makes his way over to the bar, “hey, uh, can I get a bud light?” “Tap or bottle?” “Tap is fine, and a screwdriver, and…” the guy thinks for a moment, and your whole group goes dead silent trying to listen.

“Can I get a Sex on the Beach?” Your whole table spits. Alcohol flies across the table from every direction. You just sit there, eyes wide as you watch the guy give the bartender a wide smile. “Sure,” the bartender is completely unfazed, “is that all?” “Yep!”

You quickly stand, catching your entire table off guard as you quickly make your way over. “Excuse me,” you catch the bartender’s attention, “can I get a Sex on the Beach?” You ask, trying to act like you didn’t hear the conversation before. The bartender smiles at you, “sure! I’ll have all that out for you in a moment.”

You both stand there a little awkwardly, your fingers play with your short dress as you wait for your beverage, glancing at the guy next to you.

He taps his fingers on the countertop, a soft hum can be heard from him as he waits with you. First the beer is sat down, then the screwdriver, which he quickly returns both to his friends, before coming back. “And here are those two Sex on the Beaches.” You smile at the bartender, “thanks!” Eddie picks up one of the glasses as the bartender steps away. You give him a smile.

“I didn’t realize we ordered the same thing, good choice! It’s definitely one of my favorites.” You blush a bit, trying desperately to hide the fact that you ran to order one for yourself because you just had to strike up a conversation with him. “I’m (y/n), by the way.” You quickly throw in your name, hoping he catches on.

The guy smiles at you, “Eddie. Glad to see someone else appreciates a fruity beverage. I’m sorry to cut off but I should get back to my friends. Bye, (y/n).” He gives you a small wave and steps off.

You watch him walk back to his friends before walking back towards your own, a little deflated from the lake of interest he showed.

Eddie steps back up to his table with his friends who look at him, wide eyes and arms open. “What the hell was that??” Steve asks. “What?” Eddie asks, slipping back into his chair. “Dude she was totally hitting on you! Get back over there! Get her number!” Robin slaps him on the shoulder. “What? No! She just complimented my drink choice.” Robin and Steve both roll their eyes, “Eddie, she gave you her name. Women don’t just do that if they aren’t interested.” Steve speaks up and Robins nods in agreement.

“You think…?” Eddie glances back over to you, watching you sit your drink back down on the table only to catch you glance at him. “I’ll be back.” He sits his drink down and walks back over.

“Hey,” Eddie greets you and your friends. “Hi, Eddie.” You give him a smile. “Could I… Could I possibly get your number?” He asks, looking a little nervous about your answer. Your group giggles a bit, but you can’t help but blush, “I honestly thought you weren’t gonna ask.” You grab a napkin from the holder on the table and one of your friends digs in her purse for a pen, handing it over to you. You scribble your number down and write your name with a little heart next to it. You fold the napkin up before slipping it into his hand, “Call me later, ok?” You smile and he smiles back, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Definitely will.”

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Can I request a Gotham Riddler who's love language is gift giving and they give Riddler a question marked pin just before he goes to stage.

'MOVES,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; he's not used to being loved.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!edward x female reader. pure fluff!!! wrote headcanons cuz my inbox is overflowing so I hope that's okay!!! Ed being surprised since he's typically the giver in his relationships, hints of obsessive and dramatic eddie.

♫ “I know that you're scared someone's gonna ruin you / I'ma put some goddamn moves on you babe / I know you need it.” Moves by Suki Waterhouse

⋆ You are his number one cheerleader.

⋆ He feeds off the affection you give him, gets practically drunk on it. Both sides of him are reeling from the high you give him.

⋆ Eddie baby is typically the giver in all of his relationships; his love language is most definetly acts of service. He was so used to spending hours cooking for Kristen and helping around the house with Isabella. He is no different with you; any problem that arises, he is there.

⋆ Ed will do the dishes, cook, clean. He's a bit of a housewife. After being alone for so long when he was in the GCPD, he learned to take care of himself and he learned to do it well. Besides, he's a bit of a neat freak already, so he doesn't mind whatsoever. You'll wake up to expertly cooked breakfasts, tea or coffee or water (whichever you prefer) filled in china cups.

⋆ Now, what he isn't used to is someone reciprocating the act of love. Kristen and Isabella, put simply, didn't do very much. They didn't live long enough to do so

⋆ When you give you're first gift to him, he cocks his head and narrows his eyes. Give him a second to process.

⋆ Then his eyes light up with a smile so big and you're scared he might combust.

⋆ From then on, from each one of your gifts- he's spouting numerous "I can't thank you enough,"s and even apologies. The feeling of being spoiled is so foreign to him that when he is- he feels like he needs to reciprocate it tenfold.

⋆ "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can help with...?" After he's already ran all your errands for you, made your bed, and given you the best massage of your life.

⋆ His favorite gift by far has to be the delicate question mark brooch.

⋆ Eddie's all about appearances, and when he's on a special "riddler high" he's all about how he looks.

⋆ He's a BIG fan of presentation.

⋆ So right when he's about to hijack the Macbeth stage, and you come up to him, he's hanging off your every word- eyeing the box in your hands mysteriously.

⋆ You present the gift to him, and he slowly opens it- careful not to damage it. Anything from you is precious and deserves to be worshipped.

⋆ When he see's it he nearly doubles over, mouth hanging in agape before spreading into an open-mouthed grin. A soft gasp and chuckle leaves his mouth.

⋆ He's turning to you, smile never leaving his face. Before you know it, he's on you- confidence and adrenaline running high before the big show.

⋆ He kisses your cheek, holding you close to him, practically breathing you in. His head is nuzzling into the crook of your neck and gloved hands are gripping you tight.

⋆ "Oh, thank you very much." He's growling out against your ear, both genuine and a bit unnerving. He's already thinking of ways to spoil you once he's finished up this little activity of his.

⋆ 100% asks you to put it on him, reveling in the feeling of you grabbing his suit jacket and adjusting his tie. He's looking at you like you're the only good thing in the world. And you're all his.

⋆ You give him one final kiss before he has to go.

⋆ "Dashing." You remark, looking up at him through your lashes. Oh, you're gonna be the death of him. "Break a leg."

⋆ He's giggling like a school girl at you're words, nodding.

⋆ He is gonna make this his best show ever for you.

[flippinpancakes64]

Would you be willing to write how would the Cullens react to the reader asking to do/wanting to do their makeup?

Doing the Cullens' Makeup

Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!

I tried to branch out a little and include some more dialogue in this one, so hopefully it’s good.

Edward:

He's a bit hesitant

He is one of the oldest ones

And the most old fashioned one

He will take some convincing

Mostly he just doesn't see why you want to do that

Like you have your own face

You would need to start out small

Put just like a liiiiittle bit of blush on his cheeks

He will never let you do a full face btw

So you're gonna have to settle with giving him some subtle eyeshadow, a bit of blush, and maybe some lipstick

Once he sees that it can still look natural and not super obvious he'd let you do it more often

He does draw the line at leaving the house like this though

Alice:

Of course

You didn't even need to ask

She would just sit there and talk your ear off for however long it takes

She would find it really relaxing

Even if you're not good at it she'd let you do her makeup all the time

She just won't leave the house with it on :')

She would be nice about it though

"Oh, you put blue eyeshadow on me and the dress I already had picked out was orange so I had to change the eyeshadow to be orange!"

Would never ever tell you if it's bad

Now if you're good at it tho...

Sorry that's your job now

She won't leave the house now without you doing her makeup

"Come on we have an hour before we need to leave you need to start my makeup now!"

Will tell anyone that asks that you did it

She's proud

Jasper:

He's old fashioned

But I think he's so old to the point that he knows times are changing and he can adapt

So if you come up to him and ask he'll just be like

"Oh okay guys wear makeup now... noted"

And he lets you no questions asked

He will not leave the house with it on tho unfortunately

At least not with like mascara, eyeshadow, or eyeliner

But he would go out with some blush or some lipstick

He would really enjoy the intimacy of it

And he would love seeing you focus

He would really like the brushes on his face

Overall very relaxing

He wouldn't ever ask you to do it

But if you suggest it immediately he is sat and ready

Rosalie:

1000x yes

She loves being pampered just a little bit

And I feel like she already enjoyed doing your makeup before this

So yes of course you can

She has legitimately zero preference

You want to do rainbow eyeshadow and purple blush?

Okay go for it :)

If you're not good at it she'll still let you do her makeup

She will just sneak off to the bathroom afterwards to fix it up a little

And if you notice it looks different no you don't

"Did you redo your makeup?" "What no of course I didn't you just really did this good!"

Will make any colors you choose work as well

If she was planning on wearing something, oh well she's choosing something else that goes with her makeup

Emmett:

He doesn't care

He thinks it's a fun bonding activity

But he will only let you do his makeup if he can do yours too

And be warned, he is bad at it

He's sort of eye-for-an-eye type

If you want him to go out wearing the makeup you did, then you have to go out in the makeup he did

So yeah best to leave it behind closed doors

He does actually try tho

Full tongue sticking out, really focused on trying to get an eyeliner wing

He just can't

Either way he doesn't mind

If it makes you happy then he's happy

Though he would prefer to get lipstick from kissing you ;)

Esme:

I feel like she has a makeup routine

And by routine I mean this is the makeup she's been doing every day for like 100 years or however old she is

So she is a little hesitant for you to do something different to her

And she finds comfort in the routine

She would let you try though

Maybe like... later at night when she has nowhere else to go

If you do a good job though she'll be pleasantly surprised

And she might even let you do her makeup if there's a special occasion

If you do a bad job though...

Let's just say your skills are solely for before-showering makeup

Sorry :)

Carlisle:

(I have been waiting to use this gif for FOREVER)

Anyway he's from a time when guys used makeup very consistently in higher society

So it's nothing new to him

It's just been a while since that's been popular

"You want to do my makeup? Oh, that's nice that that's back in fashion."

He doesn't mind at all

He won't go to work with it on though

He does have a professional appearance to uphold

But he'll indulge you at home as much as you want

And if you ask him nicely he might even do the makeup he used to do for you

I think it would be funny

He would tell you all of his stories while you work on him

Very fun

We love a man who's comfortable in his masculinity

Vampire! Bella:

I feel like she's never been huge into makeup

In the movies we never see her put any on (not that Kristen isn't wearing any)

And there's no mention of it in the books that I remember

But again she's not opposed

I feel like she'd be really touchy around the eyes

"Stop blinking so much it's just eyeliner." "Sorry it tickles... and it feels weird."

She wouldn't know if you did a good job or not

She's never paid that much attention to makeup or what makes it look good or bad

So she would like it either way

Rose or Alice would have to be the ones to pull her aside and ask if she needs any help with her makeup if it looks bad

And she would say no and ask why because you did it

They just give sort of a "yikes" face

[nxtaliaistyping]

The Riddler loves when you're desperate for his attention

Authors note: ngl was imagining arkhamverse edward when writing this

18+ nsfw, edging, overstim

He obviously would never tell you, in his mind that would be admitting weakness. But secretly, his chest tightens and his cock hardens in his slacks when you cuddle up to him as he's doing something.

Whether he's tinkering with some of his inventions in his workshop, or even doing the morning crossword (these fools really do need to make more challenging puzzles, this one only took him barely two minutes), if you paw at him for attention, moving to his side and touching him so sweetly, he'll love it.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in straight away. He'll make you work for it, giving you nondescript hums and training his eyes on whatever he's holding to avoid looking at you. But the small smirk that graces his lips will tell you all you need, that you must work harder if you want his attention on you.

You whimper softly, trying to make the sound as pathetic as possible for him as you tug gently at his shirt sleeve, watching the way his fingers titch involuntarily.

"Is there something you want, my dear?" he coos condescendingly, knowing damn well what you want as you look at him. "Hm, why should I give you some of my precious time?"

Leaning in, you kiss his neck sloppily, and he lets out a groan as he tilts his head to let you. Trying hard to remain stoic and uninterested, he attempts to fiddle with whatever he was doing. Your hand goes to his thigh, squeezing a little as you attempt to push your chest into his side.

His jaw is tense, feeling your fingers dance up to his crotch, teasingly brushing against it to feel how hard he is. Still, he doesn't budge. Doesn't move. Seemingly no matter how much teasing you throw at him, which he'd most likely attribute to his strong mental fortitude.

But when you decide to suck and bite softly, trying to leave a hickey, he moves his hand into you hair and pulls harshly. Gasping, you look at him as he finally looks back at you, cold brown eyes staring at yours.

"You little brat, trying to mark me. You know I'd never allow that." he snaps, but he knows in a way you've won, you've achieved his attention. And he can't have that.

That's why you're bent over his lap, his fingers playing with your pussy teasingly as you moan softly. But whenever he deems you having too much fun, he'll change what his fingers are doing, or give you a sharp spank to keep you on edge.

And on edge you are, dripping and twitching as he plays with you for ages. You have his attention sure, but maybe not quite the attention you were hoping for. Rubbing tight circles on your clit, he pulls away at the last second, running his nails along your thighs. Pushing his long fingers inside you, he'll finger you until you're on the verge of crying out, before roughly removing his fingers and pushing them in your mouth to clean them off. Even playing with your other hole, teasing it and acting like he's about to push his finger inside, before delivering a sharp smack to your hip.

"What's wrong sweetheart? You said you wanted my attention?" he'd smirk at his own twisted words, running his fingers along your drenched slit as you whimper in desperation.

If you beg him sweetly enough, he decides that you should get a reward (and definitely not because his dick is so hard it's aching and leaking in his boxers), so he has you sit on his lap after he's tugged his slacks down hastily. Sinking you down on his cock, you both let out moans of satisfaction as he grips your hips tightly.

"Show me. Show me how much you need me."

So you do, bouncing up and down like your life depends on it, gripping his shoulders for stability. The feeling of him this deep inside, filling you up so perfectly, it was worth all the teasing and the edging. But the edging catches up with you fast, clenching around him as your orgasm approaches.

"Oh poor girl, ready to cum so quickly. We've barely even gotten started. But I suppose i'm nice enough to let you."

He says it like you should be overwhelmingly grateful for his kindness, but his condescension doesn't matter when you're cumming all over his lap, twitching. God he loves seeing you cum, especially when it's directly attributed to his actions.

But he too needs release, so without warning or time for you to breathe, he has you bent over as he ruts into you from behind. Your cries of neediness and pleasure spur him on, cock twitching against your walls as he drives into you.

"Fuck, you just need me so bad don't you? All the damn time, you're insatiable. Not that i'm surprised, i'm the smartest man in Gotham after all." he manages to get out amongst his groans and labored breathing.

Eventually he buries himself inside you and fills you up, pulling out to observe his handiwork of your pussy trembling as his cum leaks out from your hole. He can't resist giving it a little slap, making you jump and whine more.

"Good..." he'll say quietly, and you revel in his praise no matter how small. You definitely have to beg for his attention more often.

[volturissideslut]

Hello! Can I request Emmett celebrating his mate when her first book gets published💖💖 I think he would be the biggest hype man around for his mate! Please and thank you!

𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

Emmett is the most supportive person I can imagine to be honest

I mean, throughout the whole process he's with you listening to your rants about characters or issues developing

He comes up with little easter eggs to hide in the book too and, though he's not an avid reader himself, he'll try his best to read yours in a timely manner

And you bet the moment it comes out he's running to the nearest bookshop to get it

Would face time you as he goes back to the care like "BABYYYYYY I GOT ITTTT"

Brags to everyone he sees about you and how well you've done, to the point even Carlisle is sick of it

Is there for the whole process and knows how draining it can be and ho time consuming it can be, and is always there to give some of his all-consuming bear hugs wgeb you need them

Oh? Youre feeling a little down because you 'just can't get this chapter right?' Immediately you're thrown over his shoulder and he's running around the forest with you like a maniac until you're cheered up

Will sit in the same room as you while you're typing, out the way but still there, because it's a long process and he misses you :(

Bought at least 10 copies and just has them around the house

Goes around hiding them in plain sight

'one for Carlisle study, one for Edward collection, one hiding with the kitchen recepie books-' and on and on and on, hell mutter to himself and count out loud as he zooms about putting them away

[spirkkock]

A (NSFW) Modern AU where Nedward and Jopson are a cute little married (?) couple getting their house restored and Tozer is a thirsty contractor who gets swept up into a steamy throuple??? Hello??? can anyone hear me?????

Ned and Tom inherited a Georgian or Victorian home from Edward's grandmother or something, but it needs serious work, like needs to be taken back to the studs (or the Victorian equivalent) almost. And Sol comes in to rewire the ancient (fire hazard) electrical.

Down-on-his-luck Sol (having recently lost his job with a construction company) and knows way more about building than just being an electrician is like... hey.... you know they ran all this plumbing wrong here and you can easily salvage the shaker wall paneling in this room instead of tearing it out.

So Ned and Tom are like.... yes? tell us more? so Tozer is just kind of like "well I've got a guy (Morfin) who can run this plumbing again for a really reasonable price, and frankly I could do a better job of retiling this kitchen, and I know a guy (Bridgens) who is really into restoring old Victorian toilets and bathtubs if you need one. Oh by the way - these plaster and lath walls on the first floor don't even need to be removed, I could install some picture rails here so you don't damage the plaster when you hang stuff on the walls."

so they fire the shitty company they had before and put all of their faith in Sol and his mismatched team of contractor friends.

and it's a miracle for Sol because he's had a really unstable couple of months, what with losing his job and then getting booted out of a horribly fucked up polycule and losing his housing stability to boot. So he throws himself into this job which is so much better than just working as just an electrician.

And pretty soon the house becomes (sorta) livable, so Tom and Ned move in while he's still working on it - and then shit hits the fan.

Mostly because Tom works from home and likes to watch Sol with his unnerving blue eyes and walk around in shorts that are, frankly, obscene while also (not-so) subtly bending over to put paint swatches on the wainscoting or whatever. And whenever Ned is there (Saturdays) he's always trying to be helpful but doing a miserable job of it and then moping around with his big sad eyes and his fuck-me lashes while Sol does the heavy lifting.

And this is a Big Job, and a long one, so it's months and months of this, until eventually Ned and Tom are asking Sol to stay for dinner or join them to watch the game against liverpool or whatever - and they're both driving Sol up the wall because he's so horny for both of them he could die but they're MARRIED.

and then one horribly hot day (when Sol is working on re-installing the newly restored windows on the second floor so that the central AC the HVAC guy (Peglar) put in can actually start getting used) and he's stripped out of his shirt and is sweating obscenely - Tom brings him up a sandwich and some cold water and nearly drops the plate when he sees Sol glistening and flexing like that. And it obviously results in Tom on his knees (don't worry, he's using Sol's kneeling mat to protect his lovely delicate knees from the unfinished floor) giving Sol the sloppiest, filthiest blowjob of his life and it melts Sol's damn MIND.

Only this is a huge problem because now all the sudden he's fucking Tom half the time instead of working, and he can't look at Ned in the eye because, Christ, he's been banging this guy's husband in nearly every room in their house. And now Sol is a nervous wreck because Ned is always trying to coax him into staying for a beer or some takeout. And Sol isn't even picking up on the way Ned's hands linger when he claps him on the shoulder or the long knowing looks between Tom and Ned whenever Sol goes red and looks away from Tom's ass or that pale sliver of skin where his shirt rides up.

Sol is totally going to lose this job and never be able to use them as a reference.

Until one Saturday Tom corners Sol in the upstairs bathroom while hes installing the beautiful clawfoot tub and crowds him up against the recently restored sink to shove his hand down Sol's pants. And Sol is like, "Wait-please-Tom-don't --- ohhhh god - Ned is -fuuuuuck - NED is DOWNSTAIRS" but of course Tom just cuts him off with a vicious kiss and keeps stroking him off.

And the stairs creak - which mean's Ned is coming up but Sol can barely register it because Tom's hand feels so good and his lips are so hot and demanding. But then Tom pulls away and Sol makes eye contact with Ned over his shoulder and - oh fuck - he's cumming so hard into Tom's palm that it nearly makes his knees give out.

And there's a long moment of horrified silence where Sol is frozen, cum cooling on his stomach, Tom's hand still around his prick, and Nedward is looking at him with wide dark eyes and his stupid pouty mouth open in shock. And Sol is white knuckling the sink so hard he thinks he might rip it right out and ruin all the beautiful work he's done. This is it - he's cooked - this whole thing is crashing down around his head now, while his cock is out and the tub isn't even all the way installed.

But then Ned's pink tongue is darting out to wet his lips he palms himself with one of his big hands and his voice is low and gravely and totally filthy as he says, "Christ, Sol - you two look just as hot as I imagined."

And Tom is leaning in and snickering against his throat, and Sol doesn't know if his brain is just fully been scrambled but he doesn't understand what is happening at all. But then Tom is kissing him, and when he comes up for air there's a second pair of lips there to meet him, and it takes him a moment to realize that they're Ned's. And fuck his kiss is so hot and wet and Sol is moaning.

Needless to say he's a wreck of a man and so confused to find out that Ned has known all along that Sol and Tom were fucking - duh - there was a coordinated effort to try and get him into their bed, but that Ned was convinced Sol wasn't interested so he had backed off and just been satisfied hearing about it second-hand from Tom.

So Sol gets to have hot threesomes with two beautiful men all the time now as he finishes up the house and he takes some convincing but eventually Ned and Tom get him to agree to move into one of the spare rooms (although their bed is big enough for all three of them so it rarely gets used, actually)

and maybe Ned uses a little bit of that inheritance to loan Sol and friends what they need to start an honest-to-god historical restoration contracting company.

NOW EXPANDED: [[PART 2]]

[saltpepperbeard]

OFMD Week Day 4: Favorite Ships/Fluff

The Kiss (Favorite Moments/Commentary/Fluffy Writing) 💙💋💜

So I've been wanting to step through the kiss bit by bit and point out/wax poetic ramble on about all the intricacies for so, so long. And on a day of OFMD Week dedicated to ships, fluff, and favorite moments, it was a match made in heaven!

I'll go ahead and start with the confession. The careful hesitance, the uncertainty, the moment right there in the air for both of them to take. The way Ed's lips barely even move with the whispered "...you" even when the weight of such an admittance is so strong. Yet, he does it. He goes for it. He finally frees the single word that has been clawing its way out of his chest for weeks.

But the way he's still so cautious, still so unsure. It's new to him. It's new to them both. He's likely never been in such a vulnerable position before. And it's a huge leap to make even if you're experienced anyway.

So, to see him slowly look over to gauge Stede's reaction, to see him so fragile...

...And then to see Stede smile.

Granted, Stede's expression hurts a bit because it's incredulous. The way his eyebrows shoot up—he can't fathom it. His mind can't process that he makes Edward Teach happy. He probably believes he hasn't made anyone happy, ever.

But still, he smiles. Something inside of him sings. Something inside of him rejoices, because Ed makes him so happy too. Ed makes him feel worthy, feel seen.

And that smile is him seeing Ed right back, meeting him in the vulnerability as they have before. Not a look of disgust, or judgement, or anything negative of the sort.

But acceptance. Mutuality. A sunrise over a new beginning.

So, of course Ed has to kiss him. Of course Ed has to take advantage of the moment. Of course Ed has to hush Stede by meeting his lips with his own. Words wouldn't have been as effective. Talking things through wouldn't have sufficed, not when things were so open.

Their mouths had to do a different sort of talking. Their souls had to breathe into each other, to finally meet as they had been wanting.

And oh, how they had been wanting. Even with the muddiness in Stede's mind, even with all the underlying complexities, they relax into each other. There's the split-second jolt of surprise, the utter shock that exists from suddenly sharing such intimacy.

But then their bodies melt. They both fall into the connection. Stede eases himself into it, and some of the tension in Ed's eyes lessens.

Even still, they don't move or actively kiss right away. But why should they? It's new. It's different. It's precious.

It's something to be experienced, something to be savored.

And something to be further explored, eventually.

Again, they meet each other. They know each other. They see each other.

When one body moves, so too, does the other. When one itches to try, to reach out just that little bit further, the other reaches back.

Ed started the kiss. Ed initiated. But Stede finds him—Stede kisses him in return.

And they seem to build off each other, to heighten their dance; when Stede kisses back, when Stede shows he's there, Ed seems that much more invigorated. He eases himself nearer, and pulls their bodies that much closer together...

With Stede following him and meeting his every move.

They're there. They're there with each other. There's nothing else but them in that moment.

Again, Ed steps, and again, Stede meets. A tilt of the head, a glide of their lips, answered by the softest hum. A breathy little something that screams bliss. A tiny noise that says, "I have never known this before, but I want to for the rest of my life."

And Stede's eyes remaining closed after they part really hammers that sentiment in.

His mind may be a mess. His emotions may be all over the place.

But his heart isn't. His heart assuredly isn't.

It is warm, and dazed, and just as dreamy as he.

Because goodness, the absolute fondness in his eyes. The sheer love in his eyes. The difference in his smiles—first stunned, then at home.

And again, another bit of mutuality. A returned breath in the space just for them.

"You make Stede happy."

And oh, how wondrous is that. Oh, how relieving is that.

They make each other happy.

They're in love.

Despite everything, despite what's beneath the surface, despite all that will come, they're in love.

They're there for each other in a way no one ever has been before, and no one ever will be. Ed can hold Stede so softly, regarding him so gently as though he'll shatter. Stede can stare right into Ed's eyes, breathing the same air as though it's the easiest thing in the world.

Maybe because it is.

Because they're in love.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 9)

DESCRIPTION: During you're time in the safe house you experience an event that'll likely cause your whole life to change.

WORD COUNT: 3110

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WARNINGS: pregnancy, giving birth, swearing, really bad writing to be honest

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

You'd been living in the safe house for a little under 2 months now. Celebrated Christmas and the New Year inside of it. You saw the man who delivered you new food every week on a Sunday. Edward his name was. Asking him to buy some specific things for your sisters so they could still have a somewhat normal Christmas, given the circumstances. It was quite nice being the three of you though. Over the winter you spent the short days reading, the long nights playing cards.

It was mid January, like any other Sunday. You sat in the living room. Reading a book. Only a few days left before February came around. Which you were greatful for. This month always seemed to last ages and summer would always seem so far away. A knock at the door. Elizabeth calls out.

"I'll get it" she says cheerfully. You stand up. A weird pain going through you as you stand. Letting out a small huff of air as you rub your stomach. Paying it no mind before walking over to the door. You see Edward outside. Brown paper bag with various bits in as he talks to Liz. Who keeps playing with her hair. You half smile at the scene before waddling over. He sees you, a smile on his face. Different to the one he gave your sister but you pay it no mind.

"You life saver" you say. Holding your hand out for the bag. He shakes his head.

"I don't think you should be carrying anything unnecessarily in your condition" he motions at your rather huge stomach.

"Is it really obvious that I'm pregnant?" he laughs as you comically push your stomach out. Motioning for him to come in. He goes to the kitchen. He'd been here plenty of times before so knew where to go. Placing the bag down onto the side.

"I even managed to get you-" he reaches into the bag. Pulling out two oranges.

"Oh my god yes" you hold a hand out, him passing it to you as he starts to empty the bag. That's when you feel it. The same sharp pain going through your side. You brace your hands on the counter. Furrowing your brow before the pain stops just as suddenly as it had started. Edward watches you

"You ok Mrs Shelby?" you nod. Standing back up again, rubbing your stomach.

"Yeah just peachy. Or should I say-" you hold the orange up again "Orangey". He rolls his eyes.

"I thought the dad was meant to say the bad jokes?" you laugh, starting to peel the fruit. Going to say something but the pain comes back. Harder this time. Ed stops what hes doing. Coming over to you as he steadies you. You bend forward. Grabbing his hand and clinging onto it as if your life depended on it. "Liz call the midwife" you see her running off.

"No" you call out. A small plea in your voice "please don't.... fuck!" you say. Hearing her speaking on the phone.

"Lets get you sat down" he says. Pulling out a dining chair as Liz runs back in, shortly followed by Mary.

"Midwife is on the way"

"Good. Flo just breath"

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" you shut your eyes. Rubbing your stomach as you speak in a low whisper. "Please get them out of this room" you say, almost as a sob. He nods. Motioning for your sisters to leave. SHhtting the door behind them to the kitchen. He comes and sits next to you. You dig your nails into the wood of the table.

"We- We should contact my husband"

"I can't do that" you look at him. Focusing on your breathing as you give him a questioning look. "Mr Shelby was very clear on his instructions. We do not contact him no matter what. To keep you, your child, and your sister safe". You chuckle slightly. A shaky breath out as you look away from him. Another contraction hitting you. You bend over slightly. Hand going to your stomach as your nails scratching the table before balling it into fists. Feeling the pain of your nails into the flesh of your palm.

Letting out a crying laugh as the pain subsides. Shaking your head slightly. "I'm having his baby and hes to fucking busy to come and see me"

"Its for your safety Mrs Shelby" you run a hand over your face. Pushing yourself up from your chair. Starting to pace. Ed stands too, hands outstretched like your a stray dog hes trying to tame. "I think you should remain sat down" you shake your head. Swaying on your feet side to side. Hearing the front door knock. Ed stands up. You shut your eyes as you hear the door open. The familiar voice of your midwife being heard.

She walks into the kitchen. Smiling at you as she places a medical bag onto the dining room table. "Its nice to see you again Mrs Shelby" you nod. Breathing deeply through your nose as she continues to speak. "Why don't we go to the bedroom for a little more privacy, hmm?" you nod.

Letting her take your arm as she leads you to the bedroom. You stay standing as she goes and and moves your pillows around for you.You stand as she does so, swaying softly as you shut your eyes. Ed following with the medical kit. She looks at him, taking the kit from him.

"Thank you" she smiles at him. He stands, hands placed neatly in front of him as he watches. She coughs slightly, causing him to look at her "I'm going to have to ask you to leave sir. There's no men allowed in the delivery room"

"I can't do that. I'm sorry ma'am" she turns to face him fully.

"I understand your concern. But my only aim for this visit is to deliver the baby safely. Your men have already checked my person. I am unarmed. Now I need you to leave so that I can do my job" he looks at her.

"I'll be just outside the door. If I hear anything unusual I will make no hesitation to come in here" she nods. Him turning tail and heading out the door. Shutting it behind him as your midwife faces you. A smile back on her face. "Why don't you come and lie down on the bed Mrs Shelby?"

"I don't want to lie down"

"I'll be able to help you a lot better if you lie down and let me have a look at whats happening".

"Is it to late to not have it?" she half smiles.

"Unfortunately so. Come on" she gently takes your shoulders. Leading you to the bed. Helping you up and lie down. Going between your thighs as she examines you. You shut your eyes as you breath.

"You're 4cm dilated"

"6 to go, right?" she nods. You shake your head. Turning your legs to go back over the bed. Standing up and pacing again. Gripping the end of the bed frame as another contraction hits. Screaming out. Dorothy (the midwife) coming over and comforting you. Rubbing firm yet gentle circles onto your lower back. She continues to rub onto your back. Massaging the pain away as best as she could.

"I want my husband" you say in a choked sob. "Please..."

"I can't do that Mrs Shelby. I'm sorry. What you need to focus on is getting this baby out. Do you think you can do that?" you shake your head.

"No. No I cant do it. I cant do this" you grip the bed frame tighter. Crying out again. "I need my husband... Please..." She waits for this contraction to pass before helping you to lie down onto the bed.. Dorothy checks how dilated you are.

"You're at 10cm my lovely"

"What the fuck does that mean?" you say. Hand coming up and covering your eyes.

"It means that you can start pushing for me. Count to 3 and give a really big push. 1, 2, 3 - that's it. Good girl. Do that one more time for me ok? 1, 2, 3 and push. Well done my lovely. The head is out. Hold it there. You're doing so well. Ok. Now do it one more time. Do you think you can do it? Come on. 1. 2. 3. Push. Keep pushing. Keep going. Well done. You did so well"

You pant. Eyes opening as you look. Dorothy clamping the two ends of the umbilical cord. Cutting it. Your eyes follow her as she holds your baby. Her rubbing its back. Unable to hear its cries a fear washes over you. "Is my baby ok?". As if on cue you start to hear its crying. A sigh of relief as she wraps the small human up in a blanket.

"Congratulations Mrs Shelby. You have a beautiful baby boy". You get handed him. A smile on your face as you look at the child you had made.

"Oh my god" you say in a soft whisper. Gently stroking the babes features. You feel Dorothy help clean everything up. Covering your lower regions before opening the door. You cant see it but Edward, Elizabeth, and Mary all wait outside the door. They come in. Edward checking to make sure everything seems well as Elizabeth and Mary rush to your side. Looking at your baby. A smile on your features as you look at the child.

"Have you thought of any names?"

"Yes. We were going to see if it was a boy or a girl first" you look up at her. "We're going to call him Charles" looking back down at the baby. "Charles Shelby" you whisper the name. Closing your eyes as you kiss his forehead.

-

5 months had passed. You were still in the safe house. Your midwife had stopped coming regularly around 4 months ago. Although she did tell you that if you had any further questions to contact the doctors. Edward was still coming every Sunday. Delivering you all food as you remained on lock down. Liz and Mary outside in the garden. Happy to be in the summer sun.

You were sat on the living room floor. Holding a toy that Edward had brought you as a gift for Charles. You play with it. Booping it onto the childs nose causing him to giggle. That's when you hear the front door open. Turning to look at the hallway. Edward wasn't meant to come round for another 3 days and the men patrolling your house never came in. You stand up. Picking up your child as you hold him close to you.

Rubbing his back as you make your way to the living room door. Poking your head round you see someone you weren't expecting.

"Thomas..." you whisper his name. Him examining the pictures on the wall. Turning to face you at hearing his name. He smiles at you. His cold stare growing warm as they meet yours. "I- I wasn't expecting you today" he nods.

"I told you I'd come and get you once the threat had been dealt with. So here I am".

"So we're safe to come back home?" he nods. You smile. Hugging the child you were holding close to you. Shutting your eyes as you rest your head against Charlie. "We can go home" you whisper. "We can go home". Kissing the side of his head. You open your eyes. Seeing your husbands eyes on the child your holding.

"Shit" you look between the two of them "shit yes. Tom meet your son. Charles" he comes over fully. The baby staring at him as he gently strokes the babes cheeks. This close proximity you get the scent of whiskey and cigarettes from your husband. The familiarity of it causing you to relax as he smiles at his child. The baby smiling back at him. Mimicking his dads expression.

"I've come to take you, your mum, and your aunties home. What do you say about that, ey?". You kiss your childs cheek before stroking his hair. Turning to Tommy.

"Could you hold him whilst I get the girls and our stuff please?". He nods without hesitation. Hands coming out as he takes your child. A genuine smile on his face as he takes him in his hold. The child looks at you, reaching a hand out. You take it. Kissing the back of his fingers.

"I will be back soon my love" kissing his fingers again. "You stay here with your dad, ok? I'll only be a minute" Stroking his cheek. He looks at his father. The hand you were holding goes to his dads cheek. An unsure but small smile comes over the youngers face. You stroke his hair again. Kissing the top of his head. "I'll be quick".

You're husband drives you all back home. Pulling up outside your house. The back doors open as your sisters get out. You grab the handle to open the car door. Stepping out as you hold your son. Liz and Mary grab your bags as well as their own as the start going into the house. You smile as you look at the familiar building.

Thomas comes over to you. A hand going gently to your upper arm as he looks at you. You turn your head. Meeting his ocean eyes. "I have a present for you". Your brow knits together as you look at him.

"What for?"

"Many reasons. To celebrate our one year anniversary, the birth of our son, Christmas, plus the fact that the threat that separated us is now gone for good" he pauses for a moment. Letting the words hit your ears

"What is it then?"

"That defeats the point of a present if I tell you, ey? All I ask is that you and Charlie get into the car and I'll take you to it" you don't move. Instead just watching him. Trying to read him. It had been a while so you were a little rusty. "Trust me, Florence". You nod slightly.

"I trust you Mr Shelby" he smiles. You move to the side as he reaches behind you. Grabbing the car door, opening it for you as you get in. Shutting it behind you before getting into the drivers seat. Charlie watches your husband as he loosens his tie. Pulling it up and over his head. Turning to face you as he holds it in his palms.

"You still trust me Mrs Shelby?". You look at the tie. Then looking at his eyes. His soft, pulling you in as they scan your features. "Do you?". He repeats. You bite the inside of your lip. Looking at the tie again before nodding. Looking back at his eyes he smiles. You wrap and arm around your son. Holding him close to you as Tommy brings the tie up. Wrapping it around your head and tying it in the back. You reach a hand out. Gently touching his shoulder "Is that comfortable?". You nod. Feeling him shift. The car engine starting. A rumble going through you and the vehicle as you feel it starting to move.

"Where are we going Mr Shelby?"

"You're going to have to wait and see". You feel his hand go to your leg. Squeezing it softly before moving back again. Your hand remaining on his shoulder as a form of security for you.

You're unsure of how much time goes by before the car comes to a stop. He removes your hand from his shoulder. Placing it to join the other one wrapped around Charles. Hearing the door beside you opening. You feel him remove the child from your lap before a hand comes out and takes yours. Helping you step out the car.

"You know, making your blindfolded wife get out of a car whilst she wears heels may not be the best idea you've ever had". A chuckle escapes him. Causing you to smile "Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at this image"

"Very much so" he says. You can hear the smirk in his voice as you successfully get out the car. He turns you. Bringing your arms up as he places Charlie back into your arms. Not letting him go fully until he knows you have a good hold on him. Feeling him move behind you. You move your head, tilting it so you can hear him better when he speaks. "Are you ready?". You nod. Feeling his hands come up. Untying the tie around your eyes. Taking it and placing the material in his pocket.

You blink a few times. Eyes becoming re-accustomed to the light. Feeling his hands gently rest onto your upper arms. You hold Charlie as you manage to focus on a house standing before you. No. Better described as a mansion. He leans near your ear. Speaking into it. "Welcome to our new home - Arrow House"

"Our- Did you just say our home?" he nods. His hands still resting on your arms. Holding you as you whisper "This is ours...?" Scared if you speak any louder you might break the magical atmosphere. A smile on his face as drops your arms. He comes round to the front of you. Outstretching a hand, to which you take. Holding Charlie still.

Awestruck as he goes up to the front door. Leading you with him. Opening it you go inside the beautiful entrance way. "Your fucking kidding me" you say. Adjusting Charlie on your hip. Looking up at the grand staircase. He watches you. His hands placed comfortably in front of him. "This is a joke right? This is a friends house that you've borrowed or something"

"I had some spare money left over that I needed to spend. Given the circumstances of your pregnancy I thought it only made sense to buy us a house. One that could accommodate for us"

"Fuck me..." you whisper. He takes out a cigarette. Rolling it over his lips. Taking out a lighter and lighting the end. Drawing a drag from it before removing it from his lips. Placing the lighter back into his pocket.

"We have room for a few maids which should be starting at the end of the week. I've got a few cars to come by to deliver your personal items. They should be arriving later today" he places it back in his mouth.

"You've really set a high bar for presents. You realise that Mr Shelby?" he smiles. Watching as you bring a hand up. Feeling joyfully overwhelmed.

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Arkham City

cw: delicious sexual tension, tongue, lots of tongue

word count: 2k

You sit perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, tapping the heel of your Converse rhythmically against the wood, a cherry lollipop tucked in your cheek. A heavy sigh seems to make your body slump even more.

Edward stands a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixated on the sea of monitors that line the wall. He’s been at it for hours now, lost in his web of traps and riddles, the light from the screens casting a sharp glow across his angular features.

But you’re bored. And he’s been ignoring you.

So, you decide to make things more… interesting, indulging yourself for entertainment. Slowly, you bring the cherry lollipop to the front of your mouth, the butt of it poking out and the glossy surface glistening under the light of the room. After a soft hum, you give it a wet suckle, intentionally making a slurping noise, and slide it back into your mouth. The flavor actually your favorite, you let out a soft, contented moan that breaks the silence.

Edward’s head snaps to the side, eyes flicking to you in irritation. "Is that really necessary?"

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you twirl a strand of your pigtails around your finger, feigning nonchalance as you watch him through your lashes. You take the sucker in your reddened mouth before you pull it out with an exaggerated pop, the sound echoing in the room. When you finally speak, your voice is syrupy sweet. "Why, Eddie, is something bothering you?"

“No!” He huffs. "… Nothing bothers me…" He turns back to the monitors as if to prove a point.

A smug smile curves your lips. "Oh, really?" you purr. You drag the candy along the outline of your bottom lip, tracing it with a deliberate slowness as you observe him. His shoulders are stiff, his fingers clenching behind his back. “Because you seem a little... tense."

"I'm busy.” He grits out

With a low chuckle, you ease off the desk, taking a few languid steps toward him, coming so close you must look up. You let the lollipop dangle lazily from your lips, drawing it back into your moist mouth. Then, you suck on it with a lewd slurp, the sound wet and obscene.

"Must you?" he growls, finally turning to face you fully.

You give another extra juicy suck in retort.

Edward’s lips draw tight over his teeth, his eyes narrowing as they bore into yours, but you can see the subtle shift—the way his gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth. He tracks the movement of your lips, the candy, and the teasing glisten of your tongue as you roll the lollipop along your flesh. His attention is drawn, despite himself.

"You should know by now your childish antics aren’t going to get a rise out of me," he snaps, voice tight.

But the flicker in his gaze says otherwise.

You arch a brow, feigning innocence as you drag the lollipop slowly across your bottom lip, tracing the outline before teasing it with a leisurely swipe of your tongue. His eyes follow the movement, and you can practically see his resolve crumbling, even as he tries to fight it.

“Huh… is that so?” you taunt, your voice low, teasing. You take another step closer, your body now just inches from his, so close you can feel the heat radiating from him.

Edward’s eyes snap back to yours, a flicker of something darker lurking beneath the surface. “Yes,” he hisses, though the slight waver in his voice betrays the cracks forming in his resolve. His gaze lingers too long on your mouth, his attention drawn to the slick sheen left behind by your tongue. He’s faltering.

You tilt your head, a wicked smirk playing on your lips, and you click your reddened tongue. “But you’re staring, Eddie,” you murmur softly, your voice a sultry whisper. “Like you want a taste.”

His jaw goes slack for just a moment, lips pressed tight in defiance, but you catch it—the brief widening of his eyes, the telltale flicker of vulnerability. For just a second, Edward Nigma, the Riddler, is caught off guard.

It’s a small victory, but you savor it.

Now that you have his full attention, you decide to make it worth his while. Slowly, you roll the lollipop around in your mouth, letting him watch as your lips close over the candy. The sticky texture of the sucker clings to your tongue, and you make sure every movement is deliberate, teasing. You pull the candy from your mouth again, letting the reddened flesh of your tongue peek out as it curls around the head of the sucker. The gesture is lazy, sensual, designed to tease every nerve in his fraying composure.

Edward’s eyes follow every flick, every twist, tracing the movements with that intense focus of his. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his fingers clenching at his sides. You take your time, letting each stroke of your tongue be slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation until you can practically feel his resolve teetering on the edge.

When you finally drag the candy down the length of your tongue, slow and deliberate, you catch his eyes with your own wide, demure gaze, watching for that flicker—the moment where control slips through his fingers like sand.

And there it is. His jaw slackens further, mouth falling open, blue eyes widening once more behind the frames of his glasses. The flush that starts on his neck spreads up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, painting his skin in warm hues. You can see the storm brewing within him, the clash between his desire to lash out and his inability to form a coherent thought. His lips quiver as if to retort, to spit out a sharp remark, something to knock you off balance and reclaim his footing. But you don’t give him the chance.

The lollipop slides back into your mouth, your lips closing around it. You let out a low, throaty hum that vibrates through the air, your eyes never leaving his face. You see him shudder, his shoulders tense as if the sound of your moan itself has run a claw down his spine. The faintest tremble betrays him. His breath hitches, the sound almost inaudible, but you catch it. You always do. The hunger there is unmistakable—a fire stoked by your teasing, burning hotter with each second. Yet behind that desire is the struggle, the frantic attempts to conceal how badly he’s affected, how easily you’re breaking him down.

Edward swallows hard, and you watch his throat bob, the tension straining his jawline. "You..." he finally manages, his voice raw, choked with an edge of frustration. "You are an insufferable little girl," he forces out, the words coming in a strained whisper as if they had to claw their way out of his mouth.

“Oh, I know,” you reply, your voice saccharine before you hollow your cheeks and pull the lollipop free with another wet pop. The candy glistens under the light, sticky and slick, and you twirl it between your fingers, letting the movement taunt him.

You tilt your head up, rising onto the tips of your toes to close the last bit of space between you. His breath catches as your lips hover near his, warm and teasing. For a brief, telling second, his eyes flutter shut, and he leans forward, an almost involuntary reaction that betrays the crumbling of his carefully maintained resolve. It’s almost tragic how easily he falters, how the infamous Riddler—the master of riddles, control, and poise—now stands before you a quivering mess, swaying between irritation and desire.

Savoring the moment, you let your breath ghost over his lips, the faint scent of cherry lingering between you. His breathing grows shallow, chest rising and falling with each labored inhale, each struggle to keep his composure. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you let the question slip past your lips, grazing his with the faintest pressure. "But isn't that why you love me, Eddie?"

His eyes snap open as you pull back, dropping your heels with a triumphant grin. With a deliberate motion, you slide the lollipop back into your mouth, watching as his gaze sharpens, the frustration and longing mingling into a near-blazing intensity.

"You’re playing with fire," he grits out, his voice low, carrying an edge of warning.

You can’t help but grin wider, letting the candy’s stick rest between your teeth as you clasp your hands behind your back in a gesture that exudes pure mischief. "Maybe," you mumble through the lollipop.

With slow, deliberate motions, you walk the fingers of one hand up his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. He tenses under your touch, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fights to keep his composure. You reach the collar of his shirt and, with a coy smile, hook a finger into the material, tugging it just enough to see his flush deepen, the redness spreading like wildfire. "But it looks like you’re the one getting a little hot."

You can feel the tremor in his body, the way he goes rigid as you drag your nail down the side of his neck to his collarbone, stopping only at the first closed button of his shirt, the top few having been already undone. It’s a small gesture, but there seems to be a choked whine that he swallows at the sensation.

"Damn you," he rasps, the words thick with restraint. His eyes dart to your lips, the desire naked in his gaze, conflicting with the anger simmering beneath.

You giggle, a soft, lilting sound and pull the sucker from your mouth again with another wet pop. "Damn me?" you echo sweetly, rocking on your heels. You relish the way his eyes follow your every move, the conflict plain on his face as he stands there, trapped between wanting to flee and being utterly ensnared by you. "Eddie, I think you love it when I tease you. When I make you all..." You trail off, eyes sweeping over his face, noting the muscle that tightens in his jaw, the burning flush that colors his cheeks, and the wide, dark dilation of his usually bright blue eyes. You smirk. "Flustered."

His gaze narrows, but even that hard edge can’t conceal the helplessness within them. He’s fighting a losing battle, and the awareness of that defeat flickers across his features. "I am not flustered," he spits out, each word pushed past clenched teeth. Yet his breathy voice betrays him, the lingering way his gaze stays glued to your lips telling a much different story.

You let the lollipop fall back into your mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully, enjoying the power you have over him. His eyes follow the motion hungrily, the tension radiating off him in waves. You can see the internal battle waging behind his gaze—his desire to put you in your place clashing with his inability to look away.

"Sure you aren’t," you whisper around the candy, grinning up at him with an expression that is equal parts bratty and victorious. "But I think you’re lying to yourself, Eddie. You’re about to bust."

Edward chokes on an inhale, lips pulling tight over his gritted teeth, and his hands rise, twitching as if wanting to grasp you, to silence you, to do - something. "Y-you..." he stammers, very obviously wanting to throttle you. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils trying to regain his composure. His hands splay out in the air, a gesture meant to ground himself.

When he opens his eyes to a narrowed gaze, one of his fingers rises in an accusatory manner, nearly touching your nose, making you go cross eyed for a moment.  Edward finally spits out, voice strangled and husky, each word dripping raw frustration, "You are a little fucking brat.”

"I know." Your hum is sweet and triumphant, the smile stretching across your face as you take a step back, and another. “But I’m your little fucking brat.”

Then, with a casual flick of your pigtail, you turn on your heel and walk away, hips swaying just enough to leave him fixated on every move. You don't glance back; you don’t need to. You can feel his eyes boring into you, burning with that volatile tumult of fury and desire that you’ve so expertly stoked. Left standing there, Edward shakes, his breath ragged, entirely at your mercy.

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my sweet is it possible at all the maybe get a conversation between Eddie and Reader when he comes over for their sleepover?🥺🥺

Hiiiii lovey!! Of course it’s possible, I think y’all deserve some just cuteness from the two of them so enjoy this little conversation 💖

-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

“If you touch me with those icicle feet we are done sleeping in the same bed and you’ll be exiled to the couch of loneliness.” “Not the couch of loneliness…it’s all the way downstairs…” “Exactly Eddie…so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “I have a question.” “It’s three in the morning…I might have an answer but it might not be for your question.” “Ohh I love how your brain works when you’re sleepy…but uh why are we in the guest bedroom with the lumpy mattress when your bedroom is right next door with a mattress so soft I don’t ever want to leave it?” “Because…I don’t want to be in that room right now.” “Oh…right…yeah that makes sense….can we at least switch mattresses? My back is gonna be in knots when I wake up.” “That’s if you wake up…might kill you in your sleep for touching me with your feet.” “You’re so lovely in the early morning hours.” “Now I have a question.” “Let’s hear it.” “You think somewhere in the world right now two people are doing this exact thing?” “I’m sure there are plenty of bestfriends cuddling on an uncomfortable mattress right now…hopefully they don’t have the hair issues we have.” “Your hair needs to be free in the night Edward it’s common knowledge okay? You can’t sleep with it in a bun.” “But then it gets in my face and in my mouth and then I’m already dealing with your hair being everywhere and it’s just a lot of hair.” “You’re so dramatic.” “Yeah? And?” “I love it.” “I know you do…that’s why I keep it up…just for you.” “I appreciate it…do you mind if I lay like this?” “Ew no don’t you dare rest your head on my chest you sicko…no I don’t care..get comfortable okay? It’s fine.” “Did you enjoy your stiff drink?” “Oh yes my tequila with a flat sprite really hit the spot.” “I didn’t know it was flat until I was already pouring it in your glass…my cheese and crackers were delicious.” “I’m glad…is this okay?” “Yes Eddie you can put your hand there…if it goes any lower you might not get it back.” “Listen the amount of times I’ve accidentally touched your ass is less then fifty and I’d say that’s good for how long we’ve been friends.” “Now subtract the amount of times it wasn’t really an accident and give me the real number.” “Never…I’m taking that number to the grave.” “You’re so annoying…but I love you.” “I love you too…now stop talking to me and close your eyes…you’re cutting into my beauty sleep.” “Goodnight Eddie.” “Goodnight.”

[wrizard]

nedving modern au: a long-awaited kiss

talked myself into a tizzy regarding modern ned/jirv au c/o @irvingcoded over on twt here, in which john, pastor, meets ned, architect, during church renovations, and very slowly ruins his own (married with children) life. i couldn't stop thinking about it.

have this! i have edited it not at all!!

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“oh, it’s perfect,” john marvels, tracing his fingertips over the tablet screen with reverence. the final window design: a work of art. glass, colour, light – fine angles, sunshine, abstract enough to please the artist in him, a perfect synthesis of contemporary and traditional. john’s guts fizz in delight. he zooms out, then in again, then carefully sets it back on the desk. “it’s going to be beautiful – i can’t believe it, you’ve – you’re a miracle worker.”

edward shifts his shoulders the way he does when he’s flustered, and even goes charmingly pink about the ears. “i’m certainly glad you like it. i’m no painter or anything – most of it was off your sketches, i only made it a bit simpler, is all.”

john’s cheeks ache. he’s grinning, wide and real and easy as anything. he wants to laugh. he’s electric all over. he wants to – shout, or jump for joy, or fling his arms around edward’s shoulders in an embrace. there’s no one around to see them, not here in edward’s tiny office, not after hours; he gives in just a little, letting himself spin once in place.

edward laughs, sweet and warm. it’s a lovely laugh, the sort that carves those long dimples in his cheeks – john’s surprised him again. “it’s just a plan,” he says. “haven’t even found an artist. we’ll have to raise extra funds for the commissioning, but not too much. no need for any bake sales just yet.”

“bake sales,” john laughs, and grabs edward by the shoulders, gives him an enthusiastic shake. “i’ll – i’ll make a hundred trays of brownies, ned, a thousand, i don’t care! it’s perfect!”

that smile – edward’s ducking his head to hide it, the weasel, and john won’t have it, can’t stand to miss the brightness in his eyes, the sparkle that makes him look a decade younger. john lets his arms go. grabs his head instead. edward’s five o’clock shadow bristles against john’s palms as john tips him up to look properly. and – yes, goodness, those dark eyes glitter in the lamplight, the glow of the tablet turned to matching blocks of star-blue floating on deep chestnut-brown.

“you’re brilliant, edward,” says john. “you’re – oh, you talk such nonsense about yourself, you’re – brilliant. you’re a gift. god sent you to me as a gift.”

edward’s grin falters. his gaze darts back and forth between john’s eyes.

they’re very close together.

the giddiness swirling in john’s belly swoops up into his throat. edward’s lashes are so dark against the fairness of his skin. john ought to bother him to come out hiking again, soon. get some colour back into him. some of that light. all the warmth that’s inside him, burning, hidden under dark circles and deadlines and all those bizarre coffee drinks.

“john,” edward breathes, strangely.

john sways in closer. it feels – natural. easy. edward is so warm in his hands. this is what friends do, john thinks; they touch each other. he’s seen it. he remembers how george kissed edward on both cheeks, and how edward laughed and shoved playfully at george’s arm, not the sort of shove to push someone away but to bring them closer. what would it feel like, to kiss his cheek? what if –

tipping edward’s head to one side, john presses his lips to edward’s cheekbone.

it’s a peck, is all. a way to siphon off a fraction of the joy bubbling up in john’s lungs, his veins, his heart. an expression of the love he bears his friend. stubble pricked a bit at his lips, perfectly; edward was, of course, soft beneath the sharpest bits, and almost fever-hot against john’s mouth.

edward makes a tiny, quiet noise in the back of his throat.

“a miracle,” murmurs john, and, bowing to the sudden urge – no one to see them – no one to know – he dives in again, presses his face to the other side of edward’s, harder, deeper, nuzzling in, and this time when he pulls away he’s distantly surprised he isn’t shaking.

slow and careful, edward raises his hands up. wraps his long, slender fingers around john’s wrists. he’s staring. he’s staring at john. he’s breathing too quickly. his eyes are wide, but he blinks, a few times in a row, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

all at once, the words slip out of john’s mouth: “i prayed for you.”

edward’s thumb caresses the back of john’s wrist, and his brow furrows. “i’m fine, john, we’ve talked about this–”

“no, no, i, i prayed for you,” john insists, fingers tightening over edward’s face. “i asked for – a miracle. and then the next morning you showed up. you’re – he sent you, to fix this, to help me, and i…”

like a magnet, like gravity, john is pulled in. their noses brush.

john – kisses him.

it’s a peck. again. small. simple. friends do this, he knows, he’s seen maggie kiss her friends a thousand times, and edward is his best friend, his only friend, maybe, or at least the only person who’s ever made him feel so real, so himself. lips to lips. quick in, quick out.

he pulls away, pulse roaring. there is space between them again. not much. just enough for breath.

edward holds john’s wrists. his eyes have slipped closed. he looks – pained. like a martyr in an old masterwork. his lips are open. his lips are wet. his lips –

john kisses him.

john kisses him, and doesn’t pull back.