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thesassypadawan · 2 months ago

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Beloved Husband *part 2* (Unburnt Vader x WifeReader)

Summary: All throughout your pregnancy your husband has been loving…caring…patient. However that same patience has worn quiet thin during your last month. And now wanting nothing more than to be with you…ruin you…breed you again. He will take and do as he pleases, even if it’s far too soon after the birth of your son. Even if it take’s all night long. (A continuation to Beloved Master.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, premature postpartum smex, and Vader’s big dick.

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @t03soup❤️🎉

- Delirious… Gently he flips you onto your back. Head lolls against the plush pillows, soft pants slip past your swollen lips. “An-Ani, you have to s-stop…”

- Mind hazy… Faintly you’re aware of him nudging your legs apart. Guiding your fingers into place to keep them spread open. “Can’t k-keep going…”

- Thoughts growing cloudier with each passing moment… Larger body slots between; pressing down, trapping yours beneath. Feebly you writhe and wriggle, trying to free yourself. “I'm not s-supposed to get…”

- With each blissfully painful orgasm… Glassy eyes meet his golden ones, sinister smile creeps across his face. “No one tells me what I can and cannot do…” Chuckling darkly; monstrous length grinding, smearing pre on your folds and stomach. “Even my own wife…”

- Weakly you sob out as he surges forward once more. Gummy walls struggling, burning...aching from the intense stretch. Nails digging, scratching at your thighs. Familiar pricks stinging at your waterlines. “I…n-no…I…”

- Swallowing up your pleas; his tongue tangles, utterly dominates yours. Hips rocking slowly; bulbous tip somehow still hitting, bullying your poor cervix. “Hmmph…”

- While his metallic digits toy at your sore, raw nipples. Rolling, tugging them just hard enough to cause fat drops of milk to spring forth…trickle down, mingle with your mixed sweat. “Please…p-please…”

- Fiery kisses trail, teeth nip at your neck and collarbone. “Stop your crying, angel,” he growls into your marked skin. Voice rumbling through you, coil beginning to tighten in your stomach again. “Don’t want to hear it.”

- Pace increases; thrusts grow harsh, wild. Curves bounce, jiggle; balls slap heavily, wetly against your bottom. Sound echoing off the bed chamber’s walls, along with your pitiful babbles. “But…I-I…”

- “Need this as bad as I do…” Lips travel lower, hot mouth encompasses your leaking bud. Suckling, savoring the stray drops of nectar. Biting the tender flesh that surrounds them, eliciting small whimpers and gasps from you.

- “Have me destroy, ruin you…” Organic fingers brush, swirl your overstimed clit. Pinching, flicking; big thumb pressing, squeezing the little nub firmly. Pleasure building, boarding on the line of agony.

- “Let me back inside that perfect womb of yours…” Mechno hand slides up, wraps around your fragile throat. Hold tight, keeping you in place while he slams…attempts to breach past the tight rim.

- “Filling you, making you heavy with another of my heirs…” Driving deeply one last time, you feel the familiar pop and flood of warmth yet again. Pussy involuntary clenches, gushes. Tears flow freely in happiness or sadness, you aren't quite sure. Because you’re so…

- Delirious… Gently he pulls out, pries your fingers off. Easing your trembling limbs down to the mattress, propping your hips up with a plush pillow. Muttering sweet words of admirations and praises; about not wanting to see any of his seed go to waste, to be sure it takes. “Good girl…”

- Mind hazy… Faintly you’re aware of coos, squeaks coming from nearby. Catching a brief glimpse of his cock in the firelight. Coated in your combined juices, tinted slightly in something crimson. “Must be hungry…hopefully I didn’t drink up all his meal…”

- Thoughts growing sharper with each passing moment… You lay there numb; content to not move, to let fatigue something else overtake you. Until a small bundle is placed into your arms, tiny hand reaches for you. And suddenly the life rushes back into you, the night’s events fade away. “Looks like someone missed you…”

- With each happy noise from your newborn… Clear eyes meet his golden ones, wide smile creeps across his face. “You’re so beautiful…helpless, hatari…” Chuckling softly; big hand cradling, caressing your round stomach. “Think I’ll keep you this way for years to come…”

- With each chaste kiss placed on the crown of your head… Forcing, burying the last shred of your old self. You return your beloved husband’s smile, his kiss. “I’d love nothing more…Lord Vader.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

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stxneflxwers · 3 months ago

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between just you & me.

⋯⁂ summary. this is a birthday fic~

⋯⁂ a/n. as said in summary, this is a birthday fic. well, a belated birthday fic. for me. teehee. my birthday was on the 26th but whatever i can be late to my own birthday :D. btw i refuse to proof-read this. lol rip. this fic feels like an utter mess but whatever. this took forever to coherently come up with anyway. lol, lmao...

⋯⁂ characters. aventurine. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. all lowercase. fluffy-ish, teensy bit of hurt/comfort. eating (milkshakes and fries bc YUM). physical affection. reader heavily based on me cuz...it's...my birthday? don't like don't read ig. reader takes unspecified type(s) of medications. aventurine and reader struggling with disordered eating and/or small appetites.

"happy, happy birthday~"

you heard a familiar chirp in your ear as you were still resting in bed. sure, you're sleeping in, but there's nothing wrong with that on your own birthday, right?

it's your boyfriend. he leans over you, all with a huge yet genuine grin on his handsome face. and, of course, holding a bag of your usual meal choice and your favorite milkshake from a delightful little old-fashioned restaurant that you hold in high regard.

you're about to scold him for breaking in again, and then you remember just in time that you had recently given him a spare key to your apartment. you sigh softly, relieved to know he didn't break in.

"...birthday?" you then ask, your bleary eyes and sleepy mind not quite there just yet.

yes, you very much forgot that it's your birthday. but, in your defense, you just woke up.

"yes, darling dearest, it's your birthday. i figured i'd get you a little treat to start off the day just right," aventurine coos as he takes a seat on the edge of your plush bed, right next to you. "want me to feed you~?" he teases.

"oh my god, no–" you fluster, a pout forming on your bottom lip and in your brows.

"heh," the sly gambler chuckles breathily, "alright, alright. you can feed yourself. i trust you're capable?" he laughs heartily when you (very weakly) punch his bicep.

"what a way to start my day – getting sassed by my own darling boyfriend first thing." you playfully roll your eyes, a wry smirk on your lips.

you slowly sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting your limbs stretch far and wide as you yawn. he thinks you look like an adorable kitty like this, and he's quickly overcome with the desire to cover your face in little kisses. but, almost out of instinct, he holds back on his affections. for now.

he hands over your bag of food and over-the-top milkshake, tenderly smiling at how your eyes light up at the sight.

"thank you so much, vasha," you murmur and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, he nearly blushes, "it really is a great way to start my morning, regardless of your sassing." you smirk, sounding far more confident when you give him a verbal jab to his side.

"no problem. i'm more than happy to indulge your cravings whenever." he hesitates, his hand stuttering mid-air, but he ultimately rubs your head a little.

"hmhm, good boy," you grin when he blushes faintly at the praise, "...do you want some?" you offer, picking out a french fry and holding it out to him.

he hesitates. almost visibly tensing up at the offer.

before he can reject the offer, you comfort him, "i don't mind, really. besides... i can hardly eat all of this myself. not to mention, did you even eat this morning–"

"did you take your meds last night?" he immediately retorts, interjecting. he loves you, but damn, he's concerned too, you know?

he had noticed that you missed your yesterday's evening medications as he passed through the bedroom to deliver your meal. he sighed when he noticed.

"i–" you sputter, "...is that why i'm feeling so weird right now?" you stare down at the crispy fry in your hand, eyes narrowing.

he snorts lightly, "probably." he jumps up to his feet, walking over to your desk to grab the circular medication container that's ordered by each day of the week. how convenient!

once you take your meds, you tentatively munch on your delightful food and milkshake. you wish you could share with him without him getting so evasive, even though you can strongly relate to his...aversions.

when he notices your slow, small bites, he frowns a little, "...you alright, sweetheart?"

you're quiet for a long moment. you two can barely lie to each other's faces. you know each other too well because you both experience similar emotions and thoughts – practically two peas in a pod.

"uhm..." you fluster, "oh, you know me... it's hard eating around others..." you sigh.

"do you want me to leave–"

"no! please, stay," you pout, grabbing his sleeve before he can leave, "you don't have to eat any, but please don't leave me alone too much today...?" you whisper, eyes darting away from his knowing stare.

"i promise i won't leave you today. at all." he quickly sits down next to you, allowing a tender smile that's reserved only for you to form on his face.

"thank you." you sigh in relief.

you two continue to chat, the subjects of conversation varying greatly – bouncing from topic to topic. at some point, he holds out his hand to request a fry, even though the tremble is obvious.

he wants to try as many times as possible, all for you.

and you'll gladly support him each step of the way.

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kurishiri · 2 months ago

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02 . . . happy birthday, darius! ˗ˏˋ🪽´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: none, things are getting interesting though ..

Kate: The scones in that shop over there are really good.

Darius: I happen to dislike foods that leave a lot of crumbs though.

Kate: Then what about the gelato over there?

Darius: I’ll pass — I’m not in the mood.

Kate: T-then, how about those sausages? They were imported straight from Germany!

Darius: All they did was throw it on a grill though, right?

(Oh, right... Darius does lean more toward foods that seem difficult to make or take a lot of time.)

In direct contrast to the way I was racking my brain, Darius wore a calm expression as he stopped in his tracks.

Darius: Hmm, as I thought, there doesn’t seem to be anything that really stands out to me...

D: Do you have any other recommendations up your sleeve?

I was searching around for places we could have a slightly belated lunch, but there didn’t seem to be anything that caught his eye.

(Could it be that Darius is actually quite selfish...?)

It was as though my repertoire was practically nonexistent.

Darius: But I am feeling hungry now. And to think you would leave guests all the way from Germany with nothing...

Kate: I-I’ll take you somewhere, right now!

(At this rate it might really become an international problem...)

As I thought hard, I remembered the menu of a certain restaurant.

(It is a bit on the pricey end, but their dishes all take quite a lot of time to make, and it may have things that he’s more familiar with.)

Kate: Actually, I just remembered a place that sells some time-consuming dishes!

K: Since we’re all the way out here already anyway, why don’t we pay that place a visit?

Darius: Hehe, sure thing. I’m looking forward to it.

With him in a merry mood, we headed for the restaurant——

Darius: You choose.

And having been told so, I felt anxiety wash over me as I placed the order.

Darius: ...Oh, is this goulash?

Goulash was a German dish where beef tendons and a variety of vegetables were put in and boiled together.

Kate: This place lets their goulash boil for a whole two days.

K: And besides, they only serve ten of these at any given day.

K: Well, don’t you think it’s fitting to call it a time-consuming dish?

(When I first ate here, I remembered it was so good that I felt my cheeks relax.)

At my words, his hands, which were on his chin, reached out for the cutlery——

Darius: Indeed, it does sound like something I’d be taken to.

He started to eat with a smile, and I felt relief wash over me——

Or, that’s how it should have been.

Kate: Wha...

Splat.

Seeing him grab the meat with his hands and carrying it like that to his mouth, I felt myself stiffen.

Kate: U-um...

Around his mouth was stained, and he licked the soup that had dripped down his wrist.

It was a bit hard to call him the ‘leader of Vogel,’ even as flattery...

Darius: What is it, did something happen?

The way he held his cutlery was strange, to say the least, and he held the knife in an underhand grip.

Kate: Ah, uhm, it’s just that I didn’t expect you to, well...

(Especially seeing that, at the dinner party that was held to deepen our relationship, you weren’t eating then like you are now.)

For how much he looked like an angel, his way of eating seemed like he was pulling a practical prank, and all words escaped me then.

Darius: You didn’t?

While wiping his mouth, he calmly spun the knife.

Darius: I was being considerate at the dinner party, but humans can be a bit troublesome, you know.

D: Just what’s so wrong with defining on your own what ‘table manners’ and eating the way you like?

His cold eyes then turned to the food on the plate.

His answer had me a bit taken aback, and I remembered a certain memory.

Kate: Before, William had also told me that he wouldn’t mind me eating the way I’d like to, without worry.

Darius: There, see?

Kate: But still, I wanted to get along with many people, so I had him teach me manners in the end.

K: Just like how we remember the words the people we want to get along with use,

K: I was thinking if I could learn manners, I could get along with someone else over a meal.

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

With his eyes turned to me, his hands stopped.

Kate: At that time, I could easily follow his teachings, and...

Darius: And how did he teach you?

Kate: Huh?

He set the knife down as he cut off my words, giving off a bit of an eager air.

Darius: I’d love it if I could receive a lesson or two on manners from William.

He now seemed like a different person from before, and while I felt a bit perplexed at that, I nonetheless straightened my posture.

Kate: So first, he——

—— Time skip ——

Darius: So something like this?

Kate: Just like that. It’s like I’m looking at William right now.

His manners had emulated William’s so perfectly that it was as though William was the one eating.

(So, in reality, he is proficient in table manners... but he chooses not to use them.)

The way his eyes would sparkle whenever the topic was on William stood out to me, and so I opened my mouth.

Kate: You really respect William, don’t you, Darius?

Darius: Well, there isn’t another person who holds as wonderful of an ability as him.

D: That is, he is wonderful as a Cursed one.

(As a Cursed one...?)

Darius: Anyway, thanks for the meal. Where should we go next?

The moment I tilted my head at those words that seemed to instill some sense of discomfort in me, he quickly changed the topic.

Kate: How about we choose a present next then?

Darius: Oh, I like that. Do choose something you think will make me happy.

And so, we went around to many different shops, but...

(There’s nothing around that Darius likes...)

We had gone here and there until the sun set, but there was nothing that seemed like something he would want.

Darius: Some things just can’t be helped. You can get me a present next time.

Kate: ...I will keep mulling on it though.

Darius: Then I’ll look forward to it.

I was pretty exhausted as he pulled me along, but then he suddenly stopped.

Kate: What is... ah—

Before our eyes was a man on his knees before a lady with a surprised expression, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Man holding a bouquet: I promise to make you happy for life, so please marry me!

The lady, her eyes wet with tears, nodded, and the crowd around them cheered.

Kate: Oh, it looks like the proposal went well!

Looking at someone who was handing the crying lady a handkerchief,

I then turned to look at him, when——

Darius: People really are unbelievable.

to be continued…

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wh1sp3rr · 26 days ago

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belated bday kisses with eiji + [2.4k wc]

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you had gotten up extra early today. wanted to surprise your sleepy boyfriend with breakfast in bed since he'd practically spoil you every other day. you gently slither out of his grasp, his arm slung loosley by your waist, belting you in his embrace. slowly, ever so slowly, you move out of the cozy warmth.

his mouth is slightly agape, you can hear his light breathing and you steal one last glance at him, adoring the way the sun's glow curves and bends around his tan face. his summer freckles fading now in the october air.

you smile to yourself, watch him unconciously shift and tap at your abscence. you slip away before your lack of prescence rouses him.

your suck your teeth at the cold kitchen floor your bare feet meet, shiny and cool.

you were going to make him heart-shaped pancakes. warm and fluffy. you begin by searching the cabinets for the ingredients, careful not to be too loud. eggs, milk, butter, sugar, strawberries you'll be sure to wash and slice into lovehearts too—the obvious. then tap and feel around for the maple syrup.

it was in the back in the top cabinet where everything was too high for you. on your tip-toes, you reach up, stretch your arm to its full length. fingers taut as they touch at nothing.

"need some help?" a familiar voice sounds behind you. deep and groggy—morning voice.

you almost flinch at the voice, so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even hear his heavy footsteps. your hands drop and your caught face shifts into a grin as you walk hurriedly towards him, arms wide as you hug him, chest flush against his bare one.

"happy birthday, baby!" you glee, voice excited and loving. his cheek is warm against your lips as you smack a loud kiss there. his sleepy eyes crease when he returns your soft smile.

his toned arms belt around your waist again like his sleepy self did and he speaks into your messy bedhead, "thank you, pretty."

you playfully push his chest, "go back to bed! i'll be done in fifteen minutes.”

"why? what are you making?" he teases.

"nope! back to bed! off you go!" and push him back to your cool bedroom, now bathed in the morning light with the blinds pulled high. he complies and lets you move his body, crawls back into bed without you, arm now propped up on his knee.

"fifteen minutes." you tap at his nose, and leave without another word.

you decide to clamber and climb atop the countertop to reach the maple syrup. halfway consumed, mostly by kirishima.

soon the kitchen island is decorated with all the equipment you need, the baby pink ones kiri bought for you after you showed him some really cute stuff nara smith had on your phone.

your hands become sticky with the strawberry juice trailing down your wrists as you carefully cut them into deliberate shapes. kirishima hums to himself as the familiar smell of the fruit layered with the pancakes hits his nose.

you plate everything and are sure to pour him and yourself each some jasmine tea, both of your favourite.

a little over fifteen minutes passes before kiri puts his phone down and away when you walk in, hands slightly shaky by each side of the breakfast tray from the collective weight as you place it gently on the duvet.

"voila," you say, proud of your efforts.

"oh wow, baby. is this for me?" he says, almost coy.

"of course," you sit down next to him, the strap of your tank top slipping off your shoulder, he picks it up for you, a gentleman after all. you smile at the gesture as you continue talking, "who else would it be for?"

the smile he offers you is deep and genuine, his dimple appearing.

"and the hearts?" he cups your face, "you're so cute."

you scrunch your nose and lean into his brief touch. he picks up the heart engraved cutlery you put on either side of the cream plate before you cut his action off, "wait! i almost forgot," you giggle sneakily.

you leave the room, and kiri's eyebrows crease in curiosity. he can hear you rustling around, scrounging the place for whatever it was that you were retrieving before the noise stops and you come back within a short minute.

your hands are behind your back before you surprise him suddenly, "ta da!" you sing.

clutched between your slender fingers is a yellow baggie with furry green nugs that kirishima's all too familiar with, "hanta?" he asks, light chuckle breaking up his question.

"hanta and denki! they said it was their birthday present for you." you pounce up on him, bag rustling in your grasp. "well, yeah. you're right, it was originally hanta's present. denki asked me to say it was from him too." you say defeatedly, "don't tell him i told you that."

"roger that," he salutes.

you lean over to the bedside table to grab your grinder and kirishima watches your movements, reaps the way your shorts ride up on your ass, is already excited for the sex today.

you catch him staring at you and feel the way his hand curves around your upper thigh, you blush and put your hand over his, point towards his plate with your other hand holding the bag and and grinder, "come on, eat up. it's gonna get cold!"

"alright, alright," he says calmly, removes his hand from your body.

he moans when he takes a bite, chews it slowly, savouring its flavour. "holy shit, this is delicious, baby! thank you."

"you're welcome," you say sincerely, happy with his enjoyment.

he takes another bite and through his mouthful speaks, "how much is that? he tell you?" he piques.

"um, i think he said it was a half a zip or something?"

he continues with his food, chuckling softly, "my guy," he says thoughtfully.

you fiddle with the papers and try to roll the joint tightly—unconfident. kiri glances at your struggling motion before he takes another bite, "want me to roll it?"

"no, i can do it!" you protest. try again, but watch it fall apart over your tray. "ughhh," you look up at the ceiling annoyed.

he smoothly moves his half eaten plate of food away near his hips and you let him take over, the manoeuvre easy for him.

you sigh as you watch him neatly roll the thing with little effort, like he was almost doing it thoughtlessly. you eye and grab the fork and knife on the table, cut the bottom of the second heart pancake off before feeding the triangle to eijiro. he smiles as he chews, eyes focused on the joint before he swallows and licks the adhesive.

you feel warm watching the action, pink muscle slicking the paper before he lifts his head and twists the top.

"another one?"

"up to you, birthday boy," you sigh contently.

he nods and puts the j behind his ear. rolls another. god, he looked so good like this. when his eyes were still small with sleep and voice deep from the same.

he taps and feels around the drawer for a lighter, succeeds and sparks up. your head lulls at the sound he makes when he sucks his teeth and exhales. he tokes again, doesn't inhale all the way and brings his hand behind your neck, your face already hot from what's about to happen.

his lips meet yours and he breathes out into you, it already hitting you—strong shit.

you exhale through your nose, not letting him pull back as you grab and rake your fingers through his hair, tongue deep in his mouth. he smiles and sucks on your bottom lip, bites it softly before placing the burning joint between your lips. hears you suck and pulls it away.

you eskimo kiss him and playfully breathe out in his face. he shuts his eyes, feels the smoke tickle his face before coolly handing you the jay.

"you still have to finish your breakfast..." you say softly, gently bite the fork, "open wide," you’re aware of the innuendo. and he complies, has you feed him another mouthful, his eyes don't move from yours.

you chew at your bottom lip slightly, cut another piece then slowly bring the glossy strawberry and sweet pancake to eijirou’s lips.

he grabs your hand before you can feed him, and he pushes the fork into your own mouth. you let the juices tingle on your tongue, stretch your jaw to chew your bite.

his hand is still clasped around yours, and the fork’s throngs hang on your lips. he watches your mouth move as you enjoy your creation, eyes honed in on the plumpness of your lips.

“how’s it taste, baby?” he asks, voice warm. pulsating. sexy.

you nod, then swallow. “so good.” you widen your eyes, make them look all glassy and doe-like. innocent even.

his teeth show in the smirk he gives you. hand unclasps your own then lets his thumb brush your bottom lip. pull it down a little bit. then smoothly slide under your ear so his fingers reach your nape and his face is pressed into yours in a kiss.

you moan softly. desire boiling inside you. love the feeling of his large hands supporting your head, massage your roots. you speak between kisses, “touch me later.” you breathe, “i wanna put on this lingerie i bought for you.”

“but i wanna fuck you now…” he whispers wantonly

you giggle, feel his tongue in your mouth. pull away and watch his eyes stay staring at your lips, begging to be drawn in.

“i know you do.” his lips reach for your jaw. then your neck, “but it’ll be so much more fun later…” your smaller hand rests atop his that cradles your face.

you feel him suck, then bite. nibble at your skin and kiss the bruise he leaves. his voices prickles your ear, hot and wanton like before.

his lips graze the outer shell as he speaks, “let me at least eat you out,” he gently reaches for your throat, “sit on my face,” he says before kissing your jaw and slipping the jay between your lips again. watches you suck then blow.

you feel his hand drop from your face and reach down for your pussy, already slick with your arousal. he fingers your over the thin cloth of your thong. slow and patient.

you let your jaw go slack at the feeling, feel eijirou’s words echo again, “come on. it’s my birthday, right?”

you laugh, all breathy and flustered, “shut up.”

“make me. tongue will be all up in you, baby.”

you withdraw from his grasp on your throat, smile at him and look into his wet eyes, pupils blown wide so there’s only a thin ring of red.

he scratches and massages the hair by your ear and you hum lightly. pleasant feeling buzzing around you.

soon, eijiro slides the breakfast tray off the bed and onto the bedside table, tokes the joint a last time before letting it burn out, then dips down and kisses your stomach.

then lower. and lower, till finally his lips meet where he’s been begging for them to.

you lift your hips and he kisses you through the fabric, easily slides you on top of him, breathing cut off but he doesn’t care.

he laps at the soft cotton. feels it getting wetter by the second and you bite your lip and rock your hips forward, letting his noise brush up where you need it to.

he hooks a finger under the thin lacy straps and pulls down, you adjust yourself and help him take off your underwear. when you sink back on him he instantly goes full speed. no slow movement at the start like he usually does but a rapid moment with his pink muscle reaching inside you.

your head is woozy and your body feels funny, the weed definitely not helping (or maybe it was?) and you let your voice sing. moan out everything.

you feel him so close to your core. warmth pooling in your stomach in such a way it has you calling his name in that way that he goes crazy over.

he swears there isn’t anything more sexy than hearing you say his name like that. it’s similar to the way you do when you touch yourself on facetime with him. but nothing could comes close to the way it sounded in real life and not some buzzy speaker.

he’s so passionate with the way he eats you up. passionate and on a frenzy. strokes your thighs up down. scraps your skin with his nails when your knuckles are desperately grabbing at his red locks.

you feel yourself getting closer. that mean tightness coming undone. slowly start to grind yourself on top of him rhythmically.

he suckles at your clit, doesn’t let go and leans in when it’s almost too much for you and you try to lift yourself completely off from him. but it’s no use. he’s completely latched onto you.

he would stay like this forever if he could. airflow barely existing. hands all over you. mouth sucking on nectar. his idea of heaven: you.

it was ironic how good he was treating you on his birthday but that’s what made him so perfect. always so thoughtful and doting on you in a way that’s almost fantastical. something you’d only read in fairytales.

“eijirou…” you desperately moan in that way he loves. voice all high and sexy.

he wraps his arms over your thighs, gluing you to him. he could feel you twitching. getting all wet and feeling you running down his chin.

till finally, your whole body gets hot and buzzes. lip caught between you teeth as you pull at his tufts.

you look down at him with an open mouth that breaks into a smile. you feel insanely good, and have to let out that cutesy little giggle you always did whenever he made you finish.

you move yourself off of him, him giving your pussy own final kiss before you plant yourself over his pelvis and straddle him like this.

your smile is wide when you reach down to his face, his hand is behind you neck and already caressing you, “i’m gonna fuck you so good later.” his lips are barely a few inches away from yours before he pulls you down and kisses you.

your lips stay interlocked when he lifts his back from the bed and has it flush with the headboard, hands planted on your hips. you taste yourself and the strawberries on him. sweet and fervent, tongues partnered.

#whispers fairytales ౨ৎ #wh1sp3rr #i’m such a procrastinator #going back to my roots and writing for my fav!!#happy late bday kiri ☹️#eijirou kirishima x black coded reader #kirishima eijiro smut #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x black reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima x black!reader #kirishima eijiro x black reader #kirishima eijiro x black!coded reader

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seiwas · 1 year ago

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₊˚⊹｡ 20/20 | oikawa tooru

wc: 931 summary: oikawa finally gets around to doing lasik. contains: mentions of lasik eye procedure, lots of cheesiness, too sweet!! there are ants!!, vague mentions of ldr in case that’s triggering for anyone! could be read as gn! a/n: super belated birthday post for our july 20 birthday boy! i hc that oikawa’s eyesight is bad and gets worse as he gets older -> why he needs to get lasik done!! i love him!! he’s a big baby!! also inspired by one of the prompts from @/nightprompts's list of prompts here.

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

Oikawa finally gets his Lasik procedure done during one of his off seasons.

Thank god, because you honestly think it’s been a long time coming. His eyesight from high school has only gotten progressively worse since going pro—contacts drying his eyes out the longer and more intensely he plays.

There’s a sigh, then, “Wooow,” Oikawa squints, scrunching his nose to form (those cute) little creases near the corners of his eyes. You look at him, concerned, worried that the light is too much for him post-op. “I really can’t see, baby.”

You’re about to reach for the cap tucked in your bag before he stops you by the wrist, continuing, “You’re blinding me with your pretty.” There’s that (damned) smirk on his face when he says it too—like he’s been preparing for this moment since he finally agreed to getting Lasik.

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if this was the exact reason he finally did decide on pushing through with the procedure.

You remove his fingers from your wrist and hold his hand gently, rolling your eyes as you lead him down the steps of the eye clinic. The corners of your lips curve up, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. You should be immune to him by now, but your body seems to have a reflex that reacts every time Oikawa tries to make you blush.

He raises a hand to shade his eyes, blinking a few times before fully opening them slowly. And what a sight it is: you, looking up at him from the last step of the stairs, trying hard to hide the smile he knows he’s responsible for.

“Baby, stop smiling so brightly. I still have light sensitivity.”

You laugh, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. He hops down the last step and lands right beside you.

“How long have you been waiting to use those?” you tug at his hand for him to lean down little, placing the cap you’d fished out from your bag on top of his messy brown hair.

“As if you don’t like it, meanie.” Oikawa pouts, and his lips jut out ever so slightly to expose light pink.

You smile even wider, shaking your head as you readjust his cap to settle amidst wavy hair. Your fingers trail down to play with the tips of his ears as they coax him lower for you to land a small peck at the tip of his nose.

“M’sorry. I like it, Tooru, but I think we should set another doctor’s appointment.” your eyes meet his as you hold back a giggle. He raises his eyebrow, questioning. “I think you might have caught a serious bug–” you pause for emphasis, “–the love bug.”

There’s a look of disbelief on his face, brown eyes wide and mouth agape. You burst out laughing.

“You’re even worse than me! And you call me cheesy?!”

You loop your arm around Oikawa’s as you walk to the car, still laughing as he continues to mumble about how you’re seriously starting to take after him. The walk to the car isn’t too far from the clinic entrance, but it takes you a bit longer considering you’re essentially guiding a 6’ 1” pro-athlete densely packed with muscle straight out of his Lasik procedure.

When you first heard the real reason why Oikawa evaded the procedure for so long, you thought he was joking.

You thought he’d held it off because he was busy, or that he was afraid of the entire thing (if ‘lasik eye surgery procedure video’ in his search history was anything to go by), but nope. Oikawa’s biggest concern was that he wouldn’t be able to clearly see you. For a day, or maybe two—at least until the aftereffects of light sensitivity disappear. He’d shared it to you so shyly, as if he hasn’t already bared to you the contents of his heart (full of volleyball, and friends, but most especially you).

And it’s cheesy (which isn’t far off from his usual sweet-talking), but it’s true.

One of the things Oikawa hates the most is missing moments of you—the in-betweens of breakfasts and skincare by the bathroom sink, those long tangents you go on about a dog you’d seen on the street in the middle of recounting your day. Since getting more free time in his career, Oikawa’s always chosen to spend those few extra hours on you.

It’s hard enough as is, spending half the year communicating through phone screens. To compromise that because he’d be ‘sensitive to light’ or something was enough of a dealbreaker already.

So here you were, tending to your big baby of a boyfriend who lives half the world away. You really wanted your trip to be a surprise—after all, lining up your holiday with his off season has only happened one other time despite your many years together.

But if this was the only way to convince your pro-loverboy that he didn’t have to worry about not being able to see you, because you’d be around him anyway, then so be it. Anything for him.

Once Oikawa settles in the car, he’s knocked out, sleeping by the passenger seat as you drive yourselves back to the apartment.

The next few days find you guiding Oikawa around like a baby learning how to walk. He’s constantly stumbling, picking up things he’s not supposed to, and ‘accidentally’ bumping into you any chance he gets. You know he’s exaggerating, but he wouldn’t be your Tooru if he wasn’t, and you love that about him. Fully. Wholly.

You wouldn’t have him any other way.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #tooru x reader #hq fluff #oikawa fluff #happy birthday oikawa #!!!!#all my love to this man !!!#hq!!#soft #tooru #shotorus.writes

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dontexpectmuch · 10 months ago

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(if ur still taking requests) smth abt jude surprising a very stressed out student for their bday! i'm projecting horribly here 😍😍

author: happy (belated (?)) birthday!!!

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you feel your phones vibration against your desk, gently tickling your skin. it pulls you out of a trance you didn’t even know you were in, your eyes now focused on the device.

a tired smile stretches on your lips, the contact name making you chuckle.

[from; The bestest best boyfriend]: open the door !

sighing, you get up from your chair and move to open the door of your small apartment, the sound of your steps as the only sound inside.

you open the door, immediately being met by a huge bouquet of blood red roses and red balloons, judes happy face the center of your sight. stepping to the side to let him enter, you take the flowers from his hands and move them to your face, the gentle scent of roses meeting your nose.

“hey, baby.” jude leans down to press a kiss on your lips, pelvis moving closer to press against yours.

you greet him back, though you see his eyebrows draw together, forehead creasing.

“you okay, love?” jude pushes your body towards your living room slash working space, placing the sweets tied to the ballon onto the table, taking the flowers from your head to put them on your desk.

you sigh for the nth time today, leaning against his body, slightly relaxing as you feel his warm hands caress your back.

jude speaks up again, voice laced with confusion, “babe?”

“‘m so tired, i don’t even know what to do.” you explain your behavior, though it doesn’t even come near to what you actually feel.

on top of being stressed and tired, you start to feel even worse because you can’t be happy to see your boyfriend. he doesn’t deserve to be greeted by your gloomy self like that, but you also know that he would never be mad at you for your feelings, immediately trying to help wherever he can.

“why aren’t you ready?” he asks, siting down on your couch and pulling you along by your wrist, positioning you on his lap.

“for what?”

you feel his hand move up and down your thigh as you lean against his body, head resting on the crook of his neck as you take in his manly scent, his aftershave tingling your brain in a way that you wouldn’t dare to put into words.

jude gasps, pushing your head up to hold it between his hands, thumbs drawing circles against your cheeks.

“your birthday dinner? you wanted to eat at that restaurant when we visited liverpool?” his words making bells ring in your head.

you loudly gasp as you stand up, “jude, babe, i,” your heart sinks as your eyes skim over his face, “i forgot?”

he tucks you down again, your legs caging his as you come face to face. “did you forget your own birthday?”

though jude smiles at you, thinking that this situation is quite funny, a moment the two of you would remember in your graying days, you can’t help but feel sad, closing your eyes as you put your forehead against his shoulder.

“exams are stupid.” you mumble, finally understanding why so many people have been calling you throughout the day.

you two sit on your couch for a while, small talk being exchanged between you. that is, until jude decides to get up to get your present that he left by the door, your heart’s rate picking up as you watch him sit next to you, a big bag placed on your lap.

“you didn’t have to-“

he puts his finger against your lips, successfully stopping you. “just, i hope you like it.”

you smile at him, thankful to have him in your life before you look down to pull out a rectangle box from the bag. your eyes widen as you are greeted by a white box, the familiar apple logo making tears sting your eyes.

your voice is soft, looking at your boyfriend who shyly looks at you through his lashes, “jude, i, oh my god, thank you so much.”

you move towards him to hug him tight, gratitude expressed through soft kisses spread over his neck.

“you said that your laptop was slow, and how many breakdowns you had because of it, so i thought, well, yeah.” he explains, his hand resting on your cheek once again, warmth radiating from his eyes.

your heart beats against your rips, heat creeping up your neck.

you knew that is an incredible person, someone who cares about his loved ones, giving as much as he can without expecting anything in return. you knew that he pays attention to everything you say, almost hanging on every word spilling from your lips, never making you say anything twice, but right now, fuck.

right now you feel loved in a way you never knew that existed, you feel so warm, so safe and comfortable that you wish to bathe yourself in this feeling for eternity, never once thinking of leaving this feeling. all the negative energy, all the thoughts of failure and the pain of final season wash away as you continue to look at your boyfriend, him returning your gaze of adoration twice as much.

“i love you.” you whisper, afraid of losing the moment.

jude leans forward to kiss your forehead, engulfing you with his scent.

“i love you even more.”

LETS FUCKING GOOOOIOOOOOOOO

(exams make me question my existence.)

#jude bellingham #football x reader #football one shot #jude bellingham x reader #x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football #jude bellingham fluff

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violettduchess · 8 months ago

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A/N: I know I am late but this is a very belated birthday present for a very special person: @lorei-writes 💜 I'm sorry this took so long but I hope you know what a wonderful friend you are and how grateful I am to have you in my life!

Chevalier x Reader, Only One Bed (the trope that won my poll!)

tw: injury

WC: ~2.5k

The trees whip past you, black blurs with long, spidery branches like fingers that reach for you, the wind carrying their whispers of how much they yearn to touch you, to pluck you from the back of the white horse you’re currently astride, tear you away from the man whose waist your arms are so tightly wrapped around.

Chevalier says nothing as he guides his horse expertly through the darkening forest, the evening light fading with each thundering heartbeat, each turn of the ground under the horse’s hooves. You hear the distant sound of yelling, of the soldiers who are pursuing you and squeeze your eyes closed, pressing your cheek harder against the softness of his white cloak. You don’t know how much time passes. Your arms begin to tremble with the effort of holding on. Your legs feel as if they are numb as they struggle to keep you atop the churning muscles of the animal beneath you. It’s only when you hear him say your name that you slowly come back to yourself, eyelids fluttering open as you feel his body slowly twisting away from you.

You’ve stopped.

Darkness has almost completely taken over. Only the palest shafts of dusk filter through the gaps in the trees. Strong hands reach up, pulling you down from the exhausted horse. Despite the heavy pace of the ride, Chevalier’s grip feels solid, a strength you lean into, wishing it would somehow seep from him into you and grant your shaking limbs calm, your burning lungs cool steadiness.

He waits a moment, still as the tree trunks, but you can see the way his eyes roam the gloom, searching.

A decision is reached.

“Can you stand?” His voice is low, quiet, hushed with alertness.

“Yes,” you manage, surprised at how raw your own throat is, how the words have to be forced out like sandpaper against rough wood.

He releases you and your back curls like a question mark, your hands sliding down to your knees where you hold yourself, focusing on breathing. Your shoulder burns, a lick of fire that feels oddly wet when you reach up to touch it.

You hear him murmuring to his horse, patting the loyal animal’s neck, speaking in a tone that is both gentle and soothing. Who would have thought the brutal beast capable of such softness? And then, having removed his bedroll and saddlebags from the animal, he reaches back and with a crack across the steed’s rear, sends it rushing away into the yawning darkness with a soft whinny.

What….? The horse is your only way back….how…. why…..

He may not be able to see your face clearly but somehow he can still read your thoughts. “It is familiar with these woods and will find its way back to the palace. We cannot risk having it close by.”

Suddenly his hand is grabbing yours and he’s moving, pulling you along with him over the uneven forest floor. “Come.”

You trust him to lead you, even if you cannot make out a path. He pushes his way through branches and brambles and bushes and you very quickly lose hope of ever figuring out what direction you are moving in. Just when your legs begin to cry for mercy, he pushes aside several low hanging branches to reveal the destination he has been heading for: The mouth of a small cave underneath an overhang of uneven rocks and scraggy bushes. It is here he takes you, into the maw of darkness.

You’re hit immediately with the strong, dank scent of rock and earth. Chevalier has to duck, the cave not high enough to accommodate his full height. How does he know where he is going? It’s nearly pitch black. You don’t have the energy to voice your concerns or questions. The aftermath of fear and flight has left you compliant, wordlessly trusting this man to lead you somewhere safe.

The mouth of the cave is almost out of sight when he stops, dropping to his knees in the darkness. You hear him lift the flap of the leather saddle bag, rummaging around until he finds what he is looking for. There’s a quiet snapping sound and suddenly the small area is illuminated with soft blue light, a sight so unexpected and beautiful that you gasp.

You’re at the back of the cave, surrounded on all sides by smooth stone. Chevalier is holding what looks like a vial of some kind, filled with glowing blue liquid. You’re so enchanted that you momentarily forget the terror of just an hour or so earlier, of the masked soldiers who ambushed you while on a sunset ride with the prince, the hiss of the arrows they fired at you, the cry of your horse as it stumbled to the ground and the way Chevalier swept you up in one fluid movement, anchoring you behind him even as he carried you away from the violent chaos, deep into the safety of the dark forest.

“What is this?” You touch the glowing tube even as Chevalier pulls out another, bending it until it emits a small cracking sound and more blue light, pale as the underside of the ocean, fills the cave.

“My brother may be a fool but he has his moments.” He sets the glowing vial down, turning to reach for the bedroll.

Clavis. Of course. He’s always working in his room, tinkering, inventing. That he was the one to come up with such a clever invention doesn’t surprise you. As Chevalier lays out the bedroll, you continue to look at the glowing tube. The gentle blue light almost feels like it’s wrapping itself around you, gentle waves guiding your lungs into a steady rhythm, your heart lowering its guard as you feel a sense of cautious safety begin to settle over you.

“Come here.” You look up to see Chevalier pointing to the bedroll. He’s kneeling beside it, pulling off his dark gloves one finger at a time, a small brown jar on the ground beside him. Before you can ask, annoyance flickers across his face. “You’re injured. This will help keep the wound from becoming infected.”

Injured? Where are you–

“Your shoulder. Now come here.” His words are crisp, edged with impatience.

You glance down, pushing aside your cloak and are stunned by the darkness that stains the sleeve of your white blouse.

When did that happen? In the blur of escape you didn’t even notice…..

Carefully you settle yourself in front of Chevalier. In the cool light, he leans close to you, shifting the torn fabric to try and examine the injury. He’s so close you notice just how long his lashes are, how the wild ride through the dusky woods tangled his pale hair. A slender red line mars the perfection of his face, a scratch that cuts a slanted line right beneath his cheekbone.

“It’s no good. I need more access.” He leans back as his eyes, so impossibly blue in the chemical light, flick up to yours. It takes a deep breath to keep you from free falling into those oceanic depths. Forcing a quick nod, you cast modesty aside, grateful for motion as it will keep you busy. Your cloak is tossed aside. One by one, you undo the buttons of your blouse until you can slide the material off your shoulder completely. The cool air of the cave brushes over your newly exposed skin and you shiver.

“It’s not deep. You should heal without issue.” He uncovers the jar and reaches inside with one finger, scooping up a generous portion of the milky salve. With a practiced hand, he begins applying it over the torn skin of your shoulder. Another shiver runs through you, something bright and restless that has nothing to do with the cold.

Hands that have rained down death and destruction are shockingly gentle as he touches you, spreading the salve evenly across your injury. You watch the passage of his finger across your skin, unable to look away even if you wanted to. Have you ever noticed how beautiful his hands actually are? He glances up and finds you staring at him. Whatever he sees in your eyes seems to unsettle him. He jerks his upper body back, hastily pulling his hand away and reaches back into the saddle bag for a strip of cloth which he ties around your upper arm. His fingers now expertly avoid touching your skin.

“That should suffice for the night.” He reaches for the jar, about to close it again.

“Wait!” You pull it from his grasp as surprise flashes across his face. Clearing your throat, you gesture with the small clay jar in your hand towards him. “You have a scratch yourself.”

His shoulder lifts in a gesture of indifference. “It’s nothing.”

You shift your body, turning to face him directly. Your blouse is still partially undone and he finds himself noticing the wash of pale blue light across the exposed skin of your shoulder, the way it highlights the line of your collarbone and the intimate divulgence of the skin beneath it.

“Please, let me.” Your voice carries a note of something tremulous in it, pulling his gaze back to your face, the parting of your lips, the soft supplication in your eyes. He finds himself acquiescing, his powerful upper body leaning ever so slightly towards you.

“If you must.”

The salve is cool to the touch and you apply a much smaller amount to the tip of your index finger, leaning towards him. Your other hand moves automatically, reaching up to catch his chin in order to hold him steady. He blinks, but otherwise does not move. You press your finger to the thin scratch on his face and slowly, carefully follow the red line. You’ve never been this close to him before. He carries the scent of roses and sweat, even after your hard ride. Your finger comes to the end of the scratch and it is with a surprising reluctance you let your hand drop from his face.

His chest rises with one breath, two. And then he tears his gaze away from the mesmerism of your face, leaning back to close the jar and return it carefully the saddle bag. He glances towards the cave’s entrance, shaking off the moment that still has your heart clenching with emotion.

“We cannot risk leaving now. We’ll stay the night and make our way back by the light of day tomorrow.” He gestures towards the bedroll. “It’s cold. Get in.”

“And what about you?” You don’t even realize you’ve crossed your arms, frowning.

He shakes his head once. “You’ll freeze before I do.”

“We can share it.” The words are out of your mouth without thinking. And they continue. “It’ll be snug but we can both fit. You need warmth just as much as I do. And you can’t protect me if you’re freezing to death.”

You’ve surprised him. He draws in a breath and then exhales. With every passing minute, as darkness becomes thicker outside the distant mouth of the cave, the temperature is indeed dropping.

Wordlessly, he leans forward, pulling off his dark, mud-splattered boots. The sight is somehow so intimate, so personal you find yourself watching, both fascinated and flustered. He removes his cape, folding it into a makeshift pillow and then pulls back the corner of the bedroll. It’s made of thick brown leather and lined with the softest looking white fur you’ve ever seen. He slides his long body inside and then jerks his head.

“Come then.”

You kick off your own riding boots close to where your cloak is lying, abandoned on the hard stone floor, and then with the roaring sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, you wiggle your way down into the bedroll beside him.

And immediately you realize you were wrong.

While the bedroll is large, it is not really made for two people. The only way you can remain covered by the top part is to press yourself as close to Chevalier as possible. He grunts as you hook your leg over him, nudging your hip against his. Your arm automatically reaches across his middle as you settle your head on his shoulder.

Now the bedroll flap closes, enveloping the both of you.

And Chevalier has not moved. He’s barely even breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your face burning as you begin to slowly scoot away. This was too much, too fast. You literally just touched his cheek for the first time ever and now you’re laying across him as if he's a pillow. “Maybe I…I can wrap the cloaks around me and–”

Your words are cut off as he pulls you back to him, his arm holding your body firmly against his. It’s a rough gesture, a jerky movement so unlike his usual feline gracefulness.

“You’ll stay here.” His voice is low, a soft growling sound that you feel as much as hear with your ear pressed against his chest, the vibration of it slowly winding its way through you. Heat blossoms within your stomach and your veins pulse with the sudden awareness of just how it feels to be held by Chevalier Michel, how every hard plane of his body fits perfectly against your own softness.

You blink as if you have been shocked awake, as if someone has ripped the curtains away from a window full of glaring sunlight.

Have you always felt this….desire? Has it been hiding itself within the shadows of your heart only to be dramatically exposed by your closeness to him?

Chevalier shifts ever so slightly, pulling you even closer as he tilts his chin down to look at you. Your own face lifts to meet his gaze. Clavis’s soft blue light illuminates the planes of his face, the pale white of his hair.

He is so breathtakingly beautiful.

For the second time tonight, you reach up and touch his face with your hand, this time cupping the strong line of his jaw. His lips part as if to speak but nothing comes. Ignoring the spark of pain in your shoulder, you stretch yourself upwards and press a kiss, soft as silk, warm as dawn, to his injured cheek. Beneath you, his chest stills with a breath held.

“Thank you, Chevalier.”

And you sink back down, your eyes closing as you allow yourself the peace of falling asleep, cocooned in the safety of his arms, welcoming the strange, new tide of yearning for him that has astoundingly, readily rolled into your heart and mind.

As for Chevalier himself?

He holds you through the night, each passing minute you are in his embrace more and more startling because despite the enemies at the gate, despite the cold of the cavern, despite all that has transpired, it has him wishing that dawn will never come and take you from his side.

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eirist · 9 days ago

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Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

NO RUSH

One-shot #: 39

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Happy Birthday Zoro baby! Belated because I wasn’t able to finish this on time. Of course we’re gonna get a really fluffy, grossly sweet ZoNa one-shot for his birthday.

I wanted to try writing something different for them this time. I hope it turns out okay. Enjoy!

Summary: She’ll take this as a win. There’s no need to rush.

“You okay?”

Nami sat down the lawn deck of the Thousand Sunny beside the still drinking swordsman. She took a deep breath before answering his question, savouring the cool night air. The sound of the ocean waves lightly and rhythmically lapped against the ship’s hull.

“Yep! We’ve been through this already Zoro,” she bemoaned, raising an eyebrow at him. “It’ll take more than that to put me down.”

Zoro only scoffed at her overconfidence.

“I can drink enough to take you down,” she proudly added, before throwing her head back to laugh.

Zoro only grunted at her. Of course he was not underestimating the navigator’s drinking prowess. He knows she can keep up with him—he admits it, begrudgingly though.

Plus, they were still in the process of figuring out who’s the better drinker because so far... they are in a deadlock.

He chose to ignore her continuing chortles. “Your face is all red,” he remarked casually before tipping the sake bottle to his lips.

Nami stopped laughing and childishly stuck her tongue out at him. He just ignored it and reached out for another bottle, wordlessly handing it to her for her to enjoy (and also so she wouldn’t snag his for her own amusement).

He saw her nose wrinkled in displeasure as she stared at the bottle. Nami was not really a fan of sake. She preferred her drinks with more flavor and color—like fancy wines or some other expensive hard liquor with shades reminiscent of gold.

He tapped the bottle with his finger, a wordless indication that she would definitely like it. It was a specially brewed sake from Wano after all, and was kept in the Sunny’s wine cellar for special occasions.

Like tonight.

Nami took it with a soft ‘oh’ when she realized what it was. She finally recognized the bottle. It was one of the expensive liquors left in the castle at the Flower capital by Orochi and his minions that they managed to get their hands on while exploring around.

It was the finest sake ever to be brewed in the country and was only made for the high ranking officials’ enjoyment according to Denjiro. Its taste was exquisite that Nami had taken a liking to it when she first drank it.

That was also the reason why Zoro was drinking tonight with so much enthusiasm. He had been waiting for a chance to raid that specific sake stock.

“Don’t drink them all up,” she warned him. “Leave some for other occasions.”

“Sake is made to be drunk,” he countered tonelessly. “Not to be stocked.”

Nami slapped his shoulder lightly. “All I’m saying is it’s going to take long before we visit Wano again!”

“Hnn…”

The orange-haired woman sighed. It was no use trying to stop him. It was just like trying to stop Luffy from eating all the meat he can get his hands on… a hard, tiring and futile work.

She opened the bottle to take a drink and smiled in pure satisfaction when the familiar taste rolled on her tongue.

The Thousand Sunny had dropped anchor for the night; just beside a small but lush random islet they had spotted earlier. According to Nami’s charts, they are still days away from the next island and the crew wanted to hold a barbecue party for their swordsman’s birthday.

Actually it was their captain who was really adamant to have said party. Zoro couldn’t care less if his birthday was celebrated or not. They could’ve just given him the ships’ liquor stock to drink and he’d be happy.

But Luffy was insistent, probably because he knows that birthdays meant Sanji will prepare a celebratory banquet… even if it’s for Zoro.

They had the celebration by the islet’s beach before moving it to the Sunny’s lawn deck once the high tide rolled in; the waves had nearly taken the tables and chairs they had set up as they receded back to the ocean, along with two of their devil fruit users—namely Luffy and Chopper—as they tried to chase the drifting items.

They ate and drank the night away, as loud and boisterous as they can get. They are in the midst of nowhere after all, and the islet where they docked doesn’t have any inhabitants that they might disturb with all the commotion they are making.

“All the inebriated ones are now tucked in their beds,” Nami suddenly spoke up after taking a drink from her bottle. “I hope Usopp doesn’t wake up to hurl again.”

“It’s a miracle you managed to get them all inside,” Zoro pointed out.

It had been really chaotic earlier. Drinking was of course, the highlight of Zoro’s birthday celebration. So the barrels kept coming, the alcohol kept flowing and the toasts keep happening until those with low tolerance cannot take it anymore and just passed out on the lawn, too inebriated to move or stay conscious.

“Hmmm… Brook and Jinbei helped before they decided to hit the sack as well,” Nami explained.

“Hnn…”

“I’m tired of watching and hearing Usopp stand up to retch over the railing every thirty minutes while I’m enjoying my drink.” She continued with an annoyed sigh.

“He’s gonna puke all over the room,” Zoro grumbled.

Nami smiled cheekily at him. “Not my problem.”

“Tch!”

Laughter came out of her again. “Hmmm... you can actually stay at the crow’s nest if that happens.”

Zoro did not respond to that and instead took another swig of his drink. It was quiet on the deck now, the only sound they can hear are from the waves hitting the shore and slapping against the ship’s wooden hull.

For a few seconds, neither one of them said anything. They just stayed sitting there, drinking and revelling in the rather quiet night amidst the calm sea.

Then Nami nudged his shoulder with her own to get his attention. “So,” she began when he finally looked at her. “What do you want for your birthday?”

Zoro just smirked in response. He knew she wasn’t able to get him anything, given that they’ve been sailing for days now and she didn’t have the opportunity to shop. Not that he minded. He wasn’t really that keen about gifts.

And also, he knew that she had sweet-talked that stupid cook into allowing him access to the ‘special’ alcohol stocks he’d been safeguarding for reasons Zoro doesn’t know or want to understand. Like all that sake from Wano.

That’s actually enough gift for him.

“Zorooo,” Nami called out, pouting. “Come on say something!”

“Peace and quiet,” he finally answered her, a smirk still on his lips. “The usual stuff.”

Nami rolled her eyes at him and nudge his shoulder with hers again. “I already got you peace and quiet. See? We’re the only ones here.” She gestured on the lawn deck. True enough it is just them and the remnants of the merrymaking earlier strewn all over the place.

“Plus I also got you all this drinks!” Nami pointed at the bottles beside him. “You know Sanji-kun would never let you near them.”

Zoro grinned. “I know. Thanks!”

“That’s it?” She gasped a bit exaggeratedly.

“I’m already good,” Zoro affirmed as he shook the bottle in his hand to show that he got what he wanted and needed right there.

“Oh too bad, I am actually feeling generous tonight.” Nami winked saucily at him. “Anything you want.”

Zoro stilled for a moment, the bottle in his hand paused mid-air. He cocked an eyebrow at her, not really believing her statement.

“Anything?”

She nodded. “Yeah anything…” Then her voice trailed off as she stared at him, her brows furrowing. The current contemplative expression on his face actually making her a bit uneasy.

Maybe she shouldn’t have said that?

Zoro was silent for a few seconds. He was just looking at her… thinking.

“Alright,” he suddenly said.

Nami blinked, waiting for him to continue as a sense of trepidation began to fill her.

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Nami was looking downright nervous as hell. The feeling from earlier had intensified as the seconds ticked by.

She didn’t even know why she’s feeling this way. There’s nothing to be nervous about right?

Right?

On top of all that apprehension, she was also feeling a certain excitement. It was a strange mixture of emotions that sent her head reeling.

“So how are we doing this?” Nami found her voice after clearing her throat multiple times and finally asked her question without it cracking.

“Huh?” Zoro looked at her quizzically.

“Like how are we going to do this?” She repeated her question again this time with emphasis on her words. She tapped her foot, a tad impatiently. “I am not going to lie down the cold nest’s floor as it is!”

Zoro shrugged. He opened one of the bottom cabinets Franky had installed below the bench encircling the room and pulled something out. Nami recognized it as one of those bulky mattresses they used in Wano.

“A futon? You got one here?”

“I usually sleep here,” Zoro muttered as he lifted the rolled bedding so he could spread it on the floor.

“I am amaze that you actually have one here. It’s not like you’re bothered by the hard floor. You sleep anywhere.”

A vein ticked off his forehead. “Do you want this? Or do you want the cold floor?”

“Hey,” Nami retorted, hands on her hips. “You’re the one who asked me here with you. At least make sure I’m comfortable!”

She felt her cheeks heat up at what she said. And she’s surely grateful that the lights on the crow’s nest are not on, the darkness hiding the crimson blush that colored her cheeks.

She really shouldn’t have dropped the ‘anything’ deal. But to be fair, Nami didn’t really think Zoro would ask her for something. He’s low maintenance and easily satisfied after all. The alcohol favour and the peace and quiet time earlier would’ve been enough to make him content.

Very so unlike her.

But she had to push it and now…

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat when he stood up straight, the futon now unfurled on the floor, awaiting its occupants.

Ready for them. The occupants.

Nami cleared her throat again. Zoro was watching her intently, one eyebrow cocked, waiting for her.

“Well?” He prompted.

Nami took a deep breath.

Out of all the things the green-haired man can request from her, he just had to ask her…

… to sleep with him.

LITERALLY.

Nami fought the urge to massage her temples.

There are a hundred things he can demand from her and this is what he came up with?

What in the seven hells?!

Nami didn’t know what to feel right at this moment. It was a myriad of emotions.

Slighty nervous?

Yes.

Excited?

Also yes.

A bit confused?

She definitely is.

Weirded out?

Yeah, kind of. It was definitely a strange thing to ask for… especially coming from him of all people!

Insulted?

You can say that. Because even with the option and the opportunity to take advantage of their ‘current status’, it still didn’t occur to the green-haired man to try to be a bit more… forward with his request.

He just asked her to just join him in sleeping. Just lie down beside him and zone out oblivious to the world.

Nothing more!

Oh hell she was also disappointed… really, kinda, disappointed.

Because seriously they’ve been really taking their relationship really slow…

Not that the navigator is complaining, she kind of like how this is progressing. They’re taking it one day at a time, no rush. They’re giving each other enough time to adjust and understood each other’s paces as they transitioned from friends to actual lovers.

Nami liked to think that in a way, she and Zoro definitely want this to work between them—the long run—and not just have a rather hasty affair that would just fizzle in the end because heaven knows when they clash, they really clash.

Intimacy is something that’s not easy for both of them, especially with him since he is usually calm and composed, keeping his feelings in check most of the times and wasn’t in the least bit affectionate. It took some considerable effort before he was comfortable with holding hands and even kissing. And it took a much great deal of work before he became at ease with the idea of Nami touching him or him touching her and that such things can happen spontaneously at any given time before everything became an easy affair between them.

But that was it. They still haven’t moved past that. And his request now really threw her off and actually made her think that maybe… he is ready to be more intimate with her?

The thought prompted another wave of heat sweeping all over her. And again she was thankful for the darkness for hiding her face because she knows how red it had turned from her all her ponderings.

“Look you said anything right?” Zoro’s deep voice cut through her musings. He had the decency to cross his arms over his strapping chest, now clad in tight black tank top instead of his usual green attire and stared her down.

Nami rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she mumbled and took a step toward him. She had changed into decent pajamas foregoing the usual sexy top and shorts she prefers to sleep in.

Honestly, she should be wearing some sexy lingerie and seducing the control out of him tonight and giving him a birthday he’ll never, ever forget.

But instead, she donned a really simple (but cute, of course) pajama shirt and shorts with tiny red ribbon patterns scattered all over the fabric with an equally red drawstring ribbon.

It was as innocent as his birthday request to her.

He held out his hand. Even in astonishment, Nami took it. And she let him pull her towards him.

“Nami if you’re uncomfortable with this, let’s just forget it.” He said lowly, peering at her face, studying her expression and trying to figure out what is going on inside her mind.

She shook her head. “No. No. It’s ok.” She gave him a smile. “I did say I’m feeling generous right?”

“Yeah you really are,” Zoro grinned. “And I get the feeling you’ll try to get even.”

That made her giggle and she squeezed his hand. “Of course I will.” She stood on tiptoes so she could give him a kiss. “Happy birthday swordsman.”

“Thanks.” He was looking at her with amusement dancing behind his grey eye.

“Alright let’s do this,” Nami declared, tugging his hand.

They are really going to sleep together, beside each other.

Just the two of them, for the first time since they started sailing together.

“Wait, you’re not planning to expose me to all your monstrous snoring all night just to get back at me or something, are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him when she recalled how thunderous he can get when asleep. “Because I swear Zoro, I will pinch your nose until you stop breathing!”

He stared at her incredulously. “I don’t snore all the time witch! Maybe you’ll find out tonight that I don’t.”

“Oh good, maybe I will.” She muttered as they settled down the futon, lying on their sides and facing each other.

Nami’s heart skipped a beat at how close they are right now. Zoro already had his eye closed, the moment his head nestled against the pillow. They had spent some time with each other before, but never this near unless they are kissing. But that doesn’t happen too often. Most the times it was in haste or fleeting or just trying to steal one from the other since a crewmate or two might chance upon them.

“I hope you took a bath today.” She wrinkled her nose to show her displease even if he’s not looking at her.

“You saw me came out of the bath earlier.” Zoro drawled his response. “I knew you’d complain endlessly if I didn’t.”

That piqued Nami’s curiosity. Was he already planning to ask her this? Because from what he just said, it seemed like he was preparing for this moment…

She was about to open her mouth again when he cut her off.

“Now shut up and sleep Nami.”

Nami reached out to pinch his cheek at that. It made him growl and his eye opened to glare at her menacingly.

“Nami!”

“Oops. My bad.” She shrugged one shoulder offhandedly.

“Tch!”

“Hmmm… I’m really surprised you ask for this for your birthday. I’ll take it that you want to see me first thing in the morning?” She cheekily stated. “Aww… that’s just sweet!”

Zoro snorted at her claim. “You are the first thing I see most morning. You always wake me up!”

“Because you sleep so much idiot!”

“Just shut up and go to sleep Nami!” He groaned at her.

She snuggled closer to her pillow, face pressing deeper into it. Her feet rubbing the bedding in a soothing manner. “This futon is amazing. Where are you even hiding it all this time?”

Zoro just stared blankly at her. “Up here? There are cabinets under the bench.”

“Gee, you really do sleep during your shift. I’m surprised we are not getting attack while you are on watch.”

“I can sense them coming,” he grunted, looking annoyed that she was belittling his skills. “I’ve dealt with them even before you are awake and aware.”

“Oooh…” Nami crooned teasingly. “Well at least I can sleep peacefully tonight knowing your still on guard even while snoring.” She smiled brazenly.

Zoro didn’t even answer back. He drew in a deep breath, eye closing again. Nami watched him slowly settle into slumber. Watched the way his face relaxed, the usually taut stance of his body loosening up.

He looked peaceful, far different from the guarded expression she usually sees when he’s napping on the Sunny’s deck, his katanas carefully tucked in his arms, ready to be unsheathed at a moment’s notice.

Earlier when he finally stated his request, she was really surprised. She honestly thought he wanted to do something leaning towards sexual intimacy.

But now lying here with him, almost at the precipice of sleep, Nami realized that what he wanted was a different sort of intimacy. One they also had never tried before.

Just innocently sleeping together.

She reached out to brush her thumb against the edge of the scar on his eye. He was handsome alright, more so when he’s looking as innocent as this.

“I’m surprised you only asked for this,” she murmured. “You didn’t even consider requesting for debt immunity for your birthday gift? Or a free pass as my pack-mule for the rest of the year? That would be more practical.”

It took a few seconds before he answered her with a scoff, not even opening his eye.

“Like that would work.”

Nami smiled. Well that was actually true. He’d never escaped her when it comes to debt and charges.

“Yeah it wouldn’t.” She agreed.

The corner of his lips quirked up at that.

Nami hesitated for a moment before asking again. “I’m also surprised you didn’t consider asking to take us to another level.”

This time Zoro opened his eye to look at her. She noted the seriousness in the lone grey orb and on his face as he gazed at her intently.

Then he chuckled. “All in a good time Nami. There’s no need to rush,” he said in a low tone before his hand was on her cheek, pulling her face towards him for a kiss.

And Nami understood. There is a perfect time for that.

He released her lips and gave her a rare, warm smile as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“And I do want to see you first thing in the morning when I wake up. So humor me and let’s sleep.” He admitted.

Without another word, his arm went up to rest on her waist to pull her closer to him in a light embrace.

Nami couldn’t help but feel warm at what he just said. She smiled and shifted much nearer to him; her head tucked under his chin, her own arm wrapping around his body so they were now pressed against each other—closer than they have ever been before.

She realized that for someone like Zoro, this kind of intimacy is already another step forward. And a step further away from his usually alone and reserved self.

She’ll take this as a win. There’s no need to rush.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #ゾロナミ #zonalove #zona one-shots #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

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the-broken-truth · 8 days ago

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Fae Family - Lilia Vanrouge x Kasane (OC)

Summary: A woman arrives at Night Raven College & she is not pleased with the Headmage, but imagine everyone's surprise when she turns out to be the wife of Diasomnia's Vice Warden, Lilia Vanrouge. Introducing Kasane Vanrouge!

@roxanaagriche111—Happy (Belated) Birthday, Kas! I'm sorry for taking so long, and thanks for your patience! You're the best!

[Night Raven College - Courtyard]

It was rare for the Headmage to call students other than the Ramshackle Prefect to his office, but when called for Lilia to come to his office in a panicked tone of voice, the entirety of Diasomnia was confused. Malleus, Sebek, and Silver decided to accompany Lilia, not because they were worried for him; those who knew Lillia knew that he was not someone to take lightly, The Former General in the War. Alas, they were curious as to why Crowley was bothering Lilia; even more to why he was so panicked.

As Lilia and his wards neared the office, the unmistakable sound of Crowley pleading for his pathetic life could be heard from the other side of the door, but that was not the only thing: A Powerful Aura was radiating from the other side of the door...and that's when they heard it.

"You tell me where they are before I burn you to cinders, you useless bird!"

The sound of a woman's voice.

Lilia's eyes widened as his stride quickened, his wards close behind as Lilia's Hand grabbed the knob to the office and pushed it open to reveal the sight before them.

Crowley was on his knees, begging and pleading for the figure holding him by the front of his vest not to blast him with the flaring flames the shade of shadows mere inches from the tip of his mask. The figure holding him was a woman.

The woman in question was tall compared to Lilia but smaller than Malleus. Her long black & brown hair halted at the middle of her back. Her mouth was in a deep frown as she glared at Night Raven's Headmage with massive disdain in her eyes; the hand engulfed in black flames threatening close to Crowley's Face before Lilia called out to the woman.

"Kas!"

The woman's eyes widened as she looked towards to door to see Lilia standing there with Malleus, Sebek, and Silver; her scowl turned to a smile as she dropped Crowley, who scurried behind his desk for cover the moment he was dropped as she walked over to Lilia.

"There you all are!" She smirked with her hands on her hips, "I've been trying to get in contact with you for days!"

"Yes. Well, a lot has been going on, Darling." Lilia smiled at the woman.

"Lilia-sama, who is this woman?" Sebek asked, the woman looking offended.

"Who am I?! Lilia, you never told them about me?!"

"Now! Now! Now, dear! There is a reasonable explanation for this! How about we head to Diasomnia and you can get...comfortable." Lilia smirked, causing the woman to fold her arms at him.'

"You're lucky I want to get out of this form as quickly as possible. Let's go."

With that, the terrified Headmage watched as the almost-murderer walked out of his office in the company of Diasomnia's Students.

[Diasomnia - Common Room]

"So, this is Diasomnia?" Kas asked as she looked around with her hands on her hips, "It's almost like back home."

"I agree. How about you unwind and we can explain to the boys?" Lilia suggested, causing the woman to nod, close her eyes, and disappear behind a cyclone of black flames that erupted from the ground near her feet. After a while, the flames dispersed and the woman stood in a new form.

She was smaller than Lilia by 2-3 inches, her face held a more childish & innocent expression that mirrored Lilia's, and her Fae Features were on full display.

"Boys!" Lilia clapped his hands before gesturing to the Fae Woman, "I'd like you to meet my wife, Kasane Vanrouge."

"LILIA-SAMA'S WIFE?!" Sebek's Voice bellowed.

"I thought your aura seemed familiar." Malleus said as he placed his finger on his chin in a thinking manner while looking off to the side.

Silver stood there for a moment, wondering how he could have missed his father's wife - his mother.

"By the Seven! Look at you boys! You've all grown so well!" Kasane beamed as she walked over to the boys, her eyes shining as they landed on Silver, "Look at my Little Knight! You've grown to be so big, Silver!"

"Oh... Um... Thank you, Ma'am." Silver said, attempting to be polite but she just chuckled at him before giving him a tender smile.

"No need to be so formal, my dear. Call me 'Mother', after all, you used to when you were a child." Kasane smiled before pulling Silver into a hug.

She broke the hug before looking up at Sebek, "My. My! The Zigvolt Genes are strong with you! You look just like your Grandfather." Kasane smiled as Sebek.

"Thank you, Kasane-sama!" Sebek roared, causing her to chuckle as him.

"And just as loud as well. I suppose some things never change." She said before she looked at Malleus, a tender smile on her face, "Malleus... You've grown into such a fine young man and you look just like her, too."

"'Her'?" Malleus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Your Mother." Kasane clarified, causing Malleus' eyes to slightly widen.

"You knew my mother?" He asked.

"Maleanor and I were good friends. I tended to her every need as she watched over your egg and while Lilia was fighting in the war as a general." Kasane looked at the ground before taking Malleus' Hands, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to save her...:"

"I remember your aura - you took care of me in my infancy with Lilia." Malleus said.

"I did. Watching over a growing dragon fae prince can be rather taxing." Kasane smiled at Malleus, who smiled back at her.

"I am pleased to have you back." Malleus declared.

"I am pleased to be back." Kasane smiled as she looked over at Lilia, Sebek, and Silver, "I'm pleased to be back with all of you. So, what's been going on while I was away?"

"Quite a lot, Mother. However, I am curious as to why you were going to kill the Headmage." Silver asked.

"That useless bird was slumbering away at his desk while a student was doing his job and that 'student' doesn't have a single drop of magic in their body! How in the name of the Seven does that happen?!" Kasane snarled out.

"Ah. So, you have met the Child of Man?" Malleus asked.

"I did. Good child. Good head on their shoulders, but I do not understand why they are in this place." Kasane questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"That is a long story, Mother." Silver said.

"I can make us lunch and tell you all about it, Kas!" Lilia clapped, those words caused everyone to flinch but Kasane just chuckled.

"Lilia, you know the rules - When I am here, you are banned from the kitchens. Now, sit down and I will make something for us and our sons." She looked over at them, "Don't worry, you 3; I actually know how to cook. I'm the one who used to make Ice Cream & Risotto for Malleus and Silver."

"Thank you, Mother..." Silver silently cried in his heart.

"Of course, My Silver Star." Kasane smiled before she walked off to the kitchen to make a meal for the family.

HER Family.

[END]

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge x oc #malleus draconia #silver #sebek zigvolt

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thesassypadawan · 1 month ago

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Witchy Woman (A.J. x GFReader)

Summary: After playing a rather nasty trick on you at the beginning of spooky season. You’ve been slowly taking out your revenge on J by constantly teasing, never letting him have the treat he wants so badly. Maybe he should learn how to beg a little better or to not piss off a witchy woman.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Begging, edging, riding, bullying from a smexy witch cop, mockery of a hat, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

🎉A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @everydaydreamer🎉

- ‘Woo-hoo, witchy woman… See how high she flies…’

- The familiar tune filtered out from the speaker. Playing softly, filling your apartment with its bewitching tune. Setting the perfect mood for a cozy, sinfully good Halloween night in. Watching movies, passing out candy, indulging in other sweet treats. At least, that’s what your handsome devil hopes for…

- Bracing your palms on his firm chest; fingers gently knead, manicured nails lightly scratch at each inked pec. “Fuck, sweetheart; killin’ me.” You lift yourself off of him a few torturous inches; reveling in the way he grunts, squirms beneath. “Been a month.” Brow knitted in frustration, teeth gritted. “Don’t…don’t make me beg.”

- “Almost.” Before slowly sinking down, pushing his generous length deep inside you once more. “It’s been almost a month.” Breathy sigh escaping while you savor the stretch, the ache, the delectable sensation of being full of him. “And you should, after that nasty trick you played on me.”

- Keeping your pace controlled, lazy. You clench your walls around him as you rise, swiveling your hips as you descend once more. “Said…shit-” Causing A.J. to let out a low hiss; hands twitching uselessly above his head, wrists bound and held in place by a pair of dime store cuffs. “Said I was sorry.”

- With a wicked little laugh, you push him deep inside your heat. “That’s…mmmh… That’s not good enough.” Leaning forward ghosting your lips over his. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

- Pulling back, palms trailing lower; following, tracing the lines of his body. “Beg.” Come to rest on his toned thighs, squeezing the sinewy muscles. “Behave.”

- Before dragging his cock in and out. “Let me use you for my own fun.” Thrusts slow, deliberately shallow so that he can watch himself disappear. How your pussy hungrily, greedily takes and swallows him up every time. “Then maybe I’ll consider ending that dry spell of yours…give you a nice treat.”

- “Dammit, fine…FINE!” There it was, the last shreds of his stubborn pride gone. “Please.” Those simple, magic words that you have been waiting to hear. “PLEASE!” Coming from such a cunning, smooth man. Makes a certain kind of warmth spread in your chest, to other extremities.

- “Getting there.” Sticking two fingers in his mouth; swirling, moistening them on his tongue. “But you can do better.” Removing each with a wet sounding pop; bringing them to, rubbing your clit.

- Tilting your head to the side, nibbling your bottom. “Why don’t you try again.” Rolling, pinching the sensitive bud. Moaning and cooing in way that drives him crazy, gets that monster of his really twitching. “With more feeling, baaaaby.”

- “Fuck…fuck!” He groans frustratedly; tugging at his restraints, coffee table scraping gently on the floor. “Please…so-sorry!” While his hips buck weakly, impatiently; undoubtedly seeking out more friction, more stimulation. “Promise, won’t-”

- “Uh-uh, that’s not how you do it.” You scold; pausing your motions, clamping down. “You could give it another go.” Running a slick covered thumb across his bottom lip. Spreading, coating it; only allowing him a small taste of your sweet essence. “But-”

- A growl mixed with a grunt floats out from under you. “But…but what?!” Trying to thrust up again, pulling harder to free himself. “Dammit, doll, lemme fuck ya already!” Blue eyes blown wide, wild look in them; cheeks flush, skin glistening from his sweat. “I’m blue!” Blond hair tousled and free.

- Grinding against his pelvis, rocking slightly faster. Allowing his fat head to barely brush that toe-curling spot. Hell fire starts to pool in your stomach, thighs begin to quiver and burn. “But-” Gaze wanders to the clock hanging above the mantle briefly, then back to his bootifully ruined face. Watching him writhe, feeling his whole body practically throb. “You’re out of time…conjugal visit is over.”

- Abruptly you pull off him. Adjusting your badge printed panties, straightening the navy skirt of your costume. Placing your police cap on your head, acting like you weren’t even fazed or still so riled up. Ignoring the slew of swears and hollow threats… “Fuckin’ witch! Get back on this dick!” …as you slip on the tight-fitting cock ring, kiss his blood red tip.

- “That’s Officer Witch,” you hum, unlocking his cuffs. “Now, I suggest you think about what you did…how to properly apologize while serving candy duty.” Showing off your just out of reach cleavage. “Oh, and I wouldn’t put that hat back on if I were you…unless you want me to tack on some extra days to your sentence.” Enjoying the sight of A.J. rubbing his wrists and balls a tad too much.

- And even more so as he shifts uncomfortably from side to side, neck straining ever so slightly. The forced smile he gives every ghost and goblin that approach your door. The constant muttering, complaining under his breath about the churning and the ache. “Sure you’re not a witch, sweetheart?”

- ‘Woo-hoo, witchy woman… She got the moon in her eye…’

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cloverdaisies · 9 months ago

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# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year ago

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Belated happy birthday to @steviesbicrisis! Your bday post made me think about a steddie pride and prejudice au with a twist so this one's for you :D

(obviously this takes place in a world where gay marriage has always been completely normal. Fuck historic accuracy)

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Steve feels his face light up when an all-too-familiar knock sounds through the house; there's only one person in his life who tirelessly drums out the most elaborately ridiculous rhythms on the wood of the door.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie stumbles inside a moment later. Something is different, though, Steve notices that much right away. His friend doesn't barge into the room to drape himself over the couch like he usually does. Instead, he closes the door behind him and keeps standing still right in front of it.

'I have some news for you,' he says, in a strangely solemn voice.

'Is something wrong?' Steve asks, immediately worried.

'No.' Eddie shakes his head. He smiles, but it's only a weak version of his usual bright grin and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 'No, it's um... It's good news.' He nods, almost as if he's saying that to convince himself, and Steve feels a frown creep onto his own face.

'I'm engaged. To Keith.'

For a few seconds, Steve can do nothing but stare at him.

'Engaged?' he then stupidly repeats.

'Yes.' Eddie nods again.

'To be married?!' Steve asks urgently.

Now, Eddie rolls his eyes. 'Yes of course, Steve, what other kind of engaged is there?'

Steve feels his jaw drop. 'How– Why–'

'Oh for heavens sake, Steve,' Eddie impatiently interrupts his stuttered, unfinished questions. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't accept his hand.'

'But he's – ridiculous!' Steve finally manages to spit out.

And something shifts in Eddie's posture. 'Well, not all of us can afford to be romantic,' he says with a chilly edge to his voice. ‘He's rich, he can give me a comfortable home and a reasonable position in society – I wouldn't dare ask for more.'

'Eddie,' Steve says. He doesn't even know where to start. He wants to tell Eddie exactly how much more he deserves than some gross creep, how he's betraying everything he stands for by marrying Keith, how he's signing for a life devoid of any happiness – but before he can even begin to properly phrase any of those thoughts, Eddie already narrows his eyes at him. He looks at him like a cornered animal, and Steve understands that Eddie interprets his silence not as caring, but as judging, or maybe even pity.

'I am twenty-seven years old,' Eddie says, his voice colored with a kind of forced calmness. 'I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my uncle. And I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Steve, don't you dare judge me.' Then, he resolutely turns around and opens the door.

'Eddie, wait,' Steve quickly says.

For a second, it looks like he won't listen, like he will walk away without looking back – but then, he turns his head around, and Steve sees tears glistening in his eyes.

'I – I'm not judging you. I'll respect your choice, even if I don't understand it. Don't cry, please.' He knows it's a useless thing to do, telling people not to cry, but he hates seeing this look on Eddie's face. It makes his hands itch with the desire to hold him.

'I’m just... You caught me off-guard. I didn't know you were interested in marriage all of a sudden.'

'Why does it matter?' Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow. 'Were you planning on asking me if I was?'

And that question, phrased in such a sarcastic way, paired with the defensive look in Eddie's eyes... The insinuation of how truly preposterous that would be feels exactly how Steve would imagine getting stabbed in the heart would feel like.

It makes him realize that he has nothing left to lose. Eddie will walk out of that door – maybe they'll make up, maybe they won't, but their friendship will never be the same as before Eddie got engaged to Keith.

'What would you say if I was?'

Eddie stares at him. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Steve just stands there, waiting, until the surprise on Eddie's face makes place for something more unreadable.

'Don't be ridiculous now, Steve.'

'Is it truly that much more ridiculous than you marrying Keith?'

'Are you seriously asking me to marry you only to keep me away from Keith?'

'No, I –' Steve pauses; he wishes he would have had time to think about what to say. It feels like his words won't ever be able to do his feelings justice.

'I have loved you for years, Eddie,' he finally admits. 'And if you truly want to marry Keith, I won't try to change your mind. But I can't let you go without telling you the truth.'

Eddie's eyes widen as he lets the words sink in with a shocked look on his face.

'You love me?' he repeats in a slightly raspy voice.

Steve nods, only to be met with more silence, as the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds.

'You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know.'

'Steve... Is this a goddamn proposal or not?'

'I don't know.'

'You don't know?!'

'I mean, it isn't – I don't think it is.’ Steve stumbles through the words. ‘I don't want you to choose me because I'm richer, or – or better-looking than Keith... I only want to marry for love, and I'm not as arrogant to expect you to feel the same way about me.'

'Oh, Steve...' The shock on Eddie's face melts away, softening his features and making the look in his eyes gentler.

'You don't need to pity me.’

'No, no way, I'm not pitying you,' Eddie answers. He takes two big steps towards Steve, wraps his hands around Steve's. They're warm and familiar and making him miss what he can't have even stronger.

'If I had known... Stevie, I would've never said yes to Keith, it's not even close to a competition. If I had known I could have you, all this time... I never even thought I'd stand a chance. You're probably the most perfect person I know, and I'm, well, just Eddie.'

'Oh, we need to work on your self-esteem, baby.' The pet name slips out of Steve's mouth before he can help it, and it brings that beaming bright smile to Eddie's face; the smile that Steve loves so much.

He feels Eddie’s hands slide around his waist and they rest their foreheads together, both breathing shakily, trying desperately not to let their emotions overpower them.

'Does this mean that we're engaged now?' Steve finally manages to ask; his voice is shaking but he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure that he indeed gets to hold the man in front of him for the rest of their lives.

Eddie utters a tearful chuckle. 'I suppose I have another wedding to cancel first.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #in which steve is lizzy and eddie is charlotte AND THEY'RE GAY FOR EACH OTHER OKAY #who's darcy i don't know him #okay listen i know this is kind of ridiculous but i had a lot of fun writing it #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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majulians-groupie · 2 months ago

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Headcannon idea! The main 6 finding mc stuck on the roof. How did they get there? Who knows!.

I LOVE THIS!!SOO....

Sorry that it took me so long to update,I will be doing all of the ideas that you guys recommended,it is just that it may take some time since studying architecture consumes my life energy.(LITERALLY,MY INSOMNIA ALMOST IMPROVED SINCE THE TERM STARTED😭)

I started writing a prologue to set the scene and I accidentally again wrote a 3.5k fluff one-shot.I'M SORRY I HAD TO,when I realised that my bullets were TOO long for a headcannon post , there was no coming back really.SOO,I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it,it was such a fun idea.Thanks for the feedback,it is amazing when we guys interact with eachother and share ideas!My dear anon,I hope you enjoy the belated reply!🪷✨️

EDIT:This idea fits surprisingly well with #vesuviaweekly 's latest theme,so I will be adding some very minor changes to make the story fit into that theme perfectly and submit it!♡

•To the fic:

♡JulianxMc FLUFF

"An unconventional proposal"♡

!(Just to disclaim,I tried to keep this gender neutral,so the words "knight" and "damsel" refer more to the stereotypes of these roles rather than the gender they traditionally come with")!

It was a casual Monday morning.You had just woken up and you were getting ready for the day.You decided you wanted to wear your favorite opal ring that was a perfect match to the earrings you were also wearing today.The thing is,the ring was nowhere to be found in your jewelry box.You angrily muttered to yourself as you were searching your entire bedroom,making a mess out of everything.It wasn't that you were so desperate to wear it today,it was just that this ring wa special,as it was a gift from Julian.

Julian,the sweetheart he was,had noticed you starring at it at the display of that jewelry shop every time you passed by.You were hesitant to buy it for yourself,since it was kinda expensive,but your softboi doctor decided it had been a while since he gave you a gift.He indeed, was a firm believer that gifts were not only meant gor birthdays and special occasions but for any moment you wish to give a little bit of joy to a person you love.He also generally loved to throw little surprises for you from time to time.

As you were getting angry that you couldn't find it anywhere,you see something shining from the window.It was your own ring,trapped in Malak's beak.You make a dissapointed gesture as you walk towards the raven

-"Of course.."

"Malak!Please give it back,I know it is shiny and you love it,but I don't want you to drop it like you did my necklace last time!Someone had snatched it off the street in seconds!

You knew it sounded ridiculous,but you could swear Malak glared at you before turning his back on you

-"OHH don't act offended mister!You got to admit you are just as clumsy as Ilya is.That's why you are so perfect for eachother!",you say in a fake sweet voice

Apparently your smartalk has only managed to piss him off more,since he decided to fly away.

"FUCK!"

As you climb up the window and jump to the front garden ,you notice malak on the roof,looking at you with a smug expression.You couldn't understand how a bird could express emotion so well.On the other hand,it was of course,Julian who would have the most dramatic familiar to ever exist.

-Malak come down!I have to open the shop!Asra is away with his parents!Come on!

As Malak literally ignores your entire existence, you hastily fetch the ladder climbing on top of the roof and screaming muttering to yourself.

-"I.NEVER.SIGNED.UP.FOR.MORNING.RAVEN.SITTING"

You calm yoursef down as you try to keep balance, and you slowly get close to the thelittlethiefbundle Malak.

-"Please Malak,come on!I haven't even had coffee yet!"

As Malak gets a little bit sympathetic to the well known fact that you were INDEED not a morning person,--and has been entertained enough by the whole to ordeal to get bored of your little cat and mouse game--he decided to fly back to you.

However,as he makes a movement and gains momentum,a stone hits his body and he falls to the ground,dropping the ring to the garden.You get over your shock as you see a bunch of kids no older than 12 years of age ,holding slingshots, laughing at the scene.

-"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" you exclaimed angrily

"You can't hit animals like that!"

-"Oh but it's fun!"One of the kids,that seems to be the oldest and the possible "leAdEr" of the group replies as the rest keep laughing loudly.

-"No it is not!You could have seriously hurt him!" You notice that thankfully Malak is okay,and he is slowly flying back to you.

"What if his wing had been broken?"

-"But he stole your ring,we were helping YOU!" another kid exclaims.

-"He was just messing around!All pets do stupid things from time to time,but you are never supposed to be violent with them!"

-"Oh calm down nerd" the same kid says,which earns even more raucous laughter from the rest of the group

-"You little s-"

Your insult is interrupted by surprise as you notice one of the kids picking up your ring from the sidewalk.

-"Put that down,it's not yours!"

You make a movement towards the ladder,but two of the kids notice you and before you can reach it,they grab it and throw it down.

-"HEYY!" You scream as you almost loose your balance,but thankfully steadying yourself up.

-"Since you don't seem so upset about that ring being stolen,maybe it is time for it to go to someone that appreciates it" the oldest kid shouts cheeckily.

He picks up your earring from the floor and makes a move to leave with the rest of his little gang following him.Even though Malak could be injured,that doesn't seem to stop him from immediately flying towards the kid's hair and grabbing it with his tallons.

You stare at the scene in horror as the rest of the kids try to untagle Malak from their friend's hair,but to avail.When one of the kids gets particularly aggressive, the raven bites them sharply making the kid run away screaming and crying.Seeing that they ought not to mess with Malak, the rest of them run away as well.The oldest kid,now alone with Malak still pulling his hair rather aggressively,tries to grab malak from his neck.This throws off Malak,and surprisingly,in one swift motion,the kid manages to get free from his tallons,but the raven still chases him down in hope of getting the ring back,leaving you alone on the roof.As you try to get over the shock of what you just witnessed,you can't manage to feel a little bit bad about the little rascal,but can't deny that he got a well deserved lesson about both animal cruelty and stealing.

"That will teach him some respect",you muttered to no one but yourself.

"Do some parents even bother to teach their children basic principles?"

You quickly realize there is literally nothing to help you climb back to the ground safely that does not involve a great amount of risk,a self induced levitation spell included.Since there is no one around to help you in case of injury,you decided to chill on the roof and enjoy the scenic view of your roof.It was literally one of the reasons you and Julian chose this house.It may be a little small cosy and a little far from the city center,but the view that hill gave you and the peace the little grove of trees is creating more than makes up for it.

The sounds of the cicadas and the birds chirping reminded you of your hometown. It wasn't long ago since you suddenly started getting flashbacks from the life before .

It first started with blur,infant memories of your early childhood,which mostly consisted of sounds and smells rather than images.As the months passed,your dreams were becoming filled with memories of you and your siblings playing,singing,fighting and your parents scolding you or laughing at scene.Your memories were still kinda foggy ,and their timeline was not exactly linear , but it gets better and clearer over time and still is of course,better than not remembering nothing at all.

You almost don't realize you begin to doze off,as the last thing you remember is watching a little chipmunk stuff it's cheecks with some seeds he found on the ground.

It was a lazy late evening.Last day of the week,and Vesuvia was going through its golden hour tranquility,where the the market stalls and the shops would close,giving their place to the lively taverns and dimly lit pubs.The only people left on the streets were merchants that were gathering up their stuff,or workers that were sheepishly returning home from their jobs.Julian was one of them, and was tired .

Even though open clinic days were the most entertaining, as he had the chance to socialize and come in touch with people from all around the city,there was always one vital issue.Along with his energy, they would also drain his social battery.And yes,even he,the infamous theater kid community theater star doctor had one.

And when in times like that,he could only speak to one person in the entire world,his darling MC.He was feeling a bit dim as they had not spoken to eachother at all today,since he woke up earlier than them,and didn't have a heart to wake them up.Limiting himself to a kiss on the forehead and a silent promise of one of their regulars cuddling-while-they-look-at-the stars-and-discusssng-about-life-while-slowly-falling-asleep-in-each-others-arms sessions,he left a goodmorning note on the kitchen and left for the clinic.

It was insane to him how well they communicate. How speaking to them somehow would make his mind relaxed,his chest lighter and his soul calmer,as if all the troubles in the world were insignificant.He was so greatful of those little moments of serenity.Six years ago,he wouldn't be able to convince himself that the existence of one person,could make him understand the importance of cherishing life rather than enduring it.

As he reached their home ,his sweet thoughts were interrupted by genuine surprise which didn't know whether it should turn to concern or laughter.

Not only MC was sitting on the roof alone,but they appeared to be calmly sleeping as if nothing was wrong.Julian quickly reached the house and went under the spot of the roof that MC was laying.He wanted to make sure they hadn't somehow fainted.To how on earth he found them unconscious on the fucking roof,was problem for another minute.

-"MC!MC ARE YOU OKAY?OMG

WHAT THE HEL-"

-"OH darling HI!"

You woke up startled,squinting your eyes,smiling at the site of your beloved doctor.

"You alright?You look tired!Was open clinic worse than usual?"

-"I...uh..WHAT?"

Julian could seriously not find the words to express his question and surprise about not only your whereabouts,but to also as to how could you take them for granted.

Seeing the confused look on his face made you remember that he indeed,found you sleeping on the fucking roof,so he pretty much deserved an explanation.

-"OHHH fuck.Yeah..about that...well,it's kind of a long story.."

-"Yeah I ASSUMED that love.Mind filling me in?You know I can't resist them",he smirks and looks at you playfully,now that he is sure that you are okay.He really can't wait to hear that one.

As you fill him in on the events of the morning,you begin to realize Malak has not returned yet.

-"You think something has happened to him?"you say worriedly.

-"No love,he is alright!I actually saw him chilling on his birdhouse at the clinic's garden before I left.No need to worry about him!He honestly looked rather calm, nestling and eating his snacks.He actually even accepted the almonds I have been trying to make him eat off my hand for ages.He also did not appear injured.Your knight in shining armor probably got tired and wanted to rest a little.."

-"But my ring..."

-"There is no use crying over tangible goods my dear."

-"But it was from you!",you said in an almost childlike naivety.

-"I will always be here,ready to go to the bowels of the earth,to fetch the finest of rings this world has to offer,one worthy to match your beauty,my fair damsel.But first,I am afraid I will have to assist your safe return back to the ground."

You see that look on his face,the spark in his gaze and his polished way-too-charming-for-his-own-damn-good smirk of his.He now is in theater mode. Well,there is really only one way from now on...

-"Oh my dear knight,thank goodness for your arrival!I was beginning to worry I will stay here for ages!Who knows what would happen if I were to miss the harvest ball?It would be such a scandal!"

-"I don't know whether you could really avoid that my fair lady.Court has been whispering you know.They speak of your shenanigans.They say that you are a scandal waiting to happen."

He throws the flirtiest and cheeckiest expression.

-"Oh..that's what have they been saying now haven't they?And where do you stand,curious knight?Do you wish to undig the secrets the face of the next subject of royal gossip is holding?While you also pretend to offer me guardianship nevertheless!How dishonorable of you!How dare you carry that shield and look me in the eyes?"

-"Honestly love, I wasn't exactly looking at your eyes at the moment though they are the most beautiful th..OH...um",Julian stutters as he realizes he broke character,which is very unusual for him.

"I am terribly sorry,my lovely vision!I wholeheartedly swear to you that my intentions were as pure as the light of the morning sun!It is just that I got enchanted by your glowing presence my dear!And can you really blame my curiousity?Who would not want to learn more about the secrets that angelic face holds?Oh,the witty and devilish thoughts everyone whispers you are capable of!I could only hope of ever gaining your trust to share them with me!"

As he steadies the ladder and carefully climbs towards you,he extends his arm.

"My love,I am happy to announce your little adventure is over!I am here to assist your safe return to the ground !Would you do me the honor of-

As Julian speaks a loud caw is heard from a distance.

-"Malak!" you exclaimed!

Malak flies towards Julian's hand with an incredible speed,dropping none other but your ring to his hand.

"Heyy!You got it back!Thanks buddy!You are amazing!" you excitedly say to him

As you turn towards Julian,you begin to realize,that he is positioned on a level lower than you,now with a ring on his hand.

Your nervoussness and awkwardness betray you as you simply stare at him,biting your lips,not knowing how to break that damn iceberg the ice

-"Uhhhh...."

You could see Julian's cheecks getting scarlet,his gaze anxiously going from the ring,to you .After a few very long seconds,he starts staring at the distance,his anxious expression ,turns into a michevious one with a playfull smirk appearing on his face.However,his gaze hid something more.A meaningful and deep look.If you didn't know him that well,you wouldn't also have noticed that the michevious looks was followed by another very specific expression.The expression he made when he realised a situation was getting serious.Our lovely doctor,master of improv,is actually able to handle this rather serious situation more than well.

Your thoughts are racing in your head,not daring to think that he would actually turn this into-

-"So...!!!!"he abruptly interrupts your inner monologue.

He clears his throat,trying to hide his nervousness.He really was a great actor.You wouldn't have realised the panic that hid behind that well practiced barrier if you didn't know him as much as you do.He may knew how to conceal the twitch of his eyelids,and the biting of his lower lip with practiced ease,but you could almost hear his brain-gears gritting.

"My darling MC,you royal Highness.My beautiful flower,sweet dove,light of my life in the darkest of moments and the most treacherous of times!I came here with a proposal!Your return to the ground can not only be done with the utmost of safety,but the acceptance of an offer.An offer that holds the most sacred of promises.A promise to cherish you,to protect you,to love you endlessly and stand by your side as you do what you always do,being the amazing person that you are!From the moment I first saw you I could realize that!Smart,funny,witty,and beautiful with the kindest of souls and the purest of hearts!Always down for a great adventure,one that would make one of the finest of stories to share with our beloved ones over warm drinks,or for us to remember when life shows it's harsh side to us!Always ready to sacrifice their own needs to help others,to open their home to everyone needing shelter and defending the ones that have been wronged even when they are not able to do it for their own selves!A true knight,hiding behind a damsels disguise!I could only dream of being a part of your legendary tale!Seeing it unfold,as the years pass,right in front of my eyes!The greatest of honors a kinght could be granted!Will you, my lovely vision,my comrade in crime,accept my humble offer?

You can't seem to be able to hide your surprise.A huge smile seems to be glued on your face as small tears escape your eyelids.To this day,when you recall this lovely and sweet memory,you still don't understand how on earth you were able to stay in character.

-"My lovely and brave knight!My dashing warrior,one able to overcome the darkest pits of both the mind and the soul.When I first saw you,you blinding presence was able to lit my dark mind,and give me hope.Hope, that things could start to make sense,as they never did around me.You were the last piece of a very chaotic but worth owning puzzle.You were right by my side as everything around me fell apart,as everything I ever knew about my world crumbled before me. As one of the biggest of revelations hit me during the most vulnerable of moments.But you were there.You stood by my side,supported me, became the backbone I needed to keep myself steady and keep fighting,as if we had no other choice if we wanted to protect the world as we knew it.You showed me what true strength meant.The strength of the mind,trust and the strength of patience.These are the ones that allow you to be vulnerable enough to accept the deepest of changes and thus,allowing you to evolve.Thanks to you, I stepped out of my comfort zone,and began the journey of discovering my new self,since the one I used to have was so abruptly taken from me.Thanks to you,I have learned to embrace change and move on,not dwelling into chasing a shadow of a long forgotten past.I learned to look into the future.And you my love,are my future!So yes,it would be only natural to accept your offer,and be your partner in life,along being your no 1 partner in crime!"

I throw a not so subtle wink at the last line.However, as soon as I finish pouring my heart to him,I realise I can not hold my tears anymore.But it is not just me.Julian does not even bother to wipe his own tears as he leaps from the last step of the ladder towards me and gathers me into his embrace.I almost feel I could dissappear into his arms,as he holds me as tight as humanly possible without hurting me and cradles my head,more tears of joy falling into my hair.He kisses my forehead and then we share a very emotional and deep kiss that turns into more and more.I feel him smile into my lips,and indeed,a big genuine laugh escapes him.I am now hold his face as I gently try to wipe his tears with my thumbs,beaming at him.

-"Happy about something"?

-"Only about the fact that my partner made me the happiest man alive!!And yeah,being the happiest man alive usually makes you look...I dont know..HAPPY!"I was actually trying to plan this for so long...Always trying to find the perfect time,place and moment.Always rejecting every ring I found at the market because it was not "the one".I was seriously overthinking this,as if deep down I thought a imperfect bad proposal would make you realise how bad I am for you, how I can't provide you with everything you deserve.He sighs.

"I'm sorry it took me so long...Malak must have seen me rehearsing in the mirror and decided to give things a *little* push.You think that's why he took your ring in the first place?"

-"Well..maybe.He always takes every shiny thing he finds at our home though.But I supposed he purposely opened my jewelry box."

You stroke his cheeck

"Anyway,it's not like I wasn't hesitating to plan a proposal as well,even though I wanted this as much as you.We really ought to give credits to Malak,for reminding us how stupid we are to still question how much we mean to each other"

-"Well,at least it worked well for me.I got to be in time to propose you before you did!"

I playfully smack him in the arm.He chuckles and reaches for my hand,interwining our fingers together and softly kissing it.

For the first time in that evening,I take notice of the night sky behind Julian.How he was sitting exactly in the middle of the diagonal line the galaxy drew along its surface.How the light of the moon and the stars ,along with the help of the dim light the lanterns in our garden provided embraced his features so perfectly.I was simply staring at at him,gaping,admiring him like a work of art,savoring the moment,working on preserving this wonderful memory forever in my mind's eye.

Even though he turns scarlet again,he can't bear but to be a smartass

-"Like what you see darling?

-"Very much dear"

We share another passionate kiss,and we end up on the highest point of the roof,nestled in each other's arms,admiring the beautiful scenery for the thousandth time as if it was the first.And in a sense,it was the first.That day we made a promise.That day we finally overcame our fears,trusted eachother and expressed an internal promise we had actually silently made years ago.A promise rather simple but complex at the same time. That we will always be by each other's side.That day,was the first day of our life.

☆☆☆

Sooo,THAT WAS ALL FOLKS!

I hope you liked it,I know it was kinda long,so if you are still with me,you truly are one of a kind🩷✨️🪷.

I didn't even plan to turn this into a proposal fic,it just kinda happened along the way LMAO.In retrospect however,this feels exactly like the way Julian would propose.Out of a sudden AND in theater mode.Gotta love the ✨️chaos✨️

Tell me if you want Headcannons of the same incident with the rest of the M6,I am thinking of writing them!

Until next time,if architecture has not consumed me

Stay cool,stay chill stay HYDRATED

Eva🩷🪷✨️

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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago

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fragments of your warmth

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: Where you stood, it was exactly where your love had blossomed all those summers ago. Only this time, you stood alone with your memories and regrets.

Tags: friends to benefits to lovers, pining, angst, long distance relationship, ex lovers to lovers, canon divergence, stargazing, bot proofread

Word count: 2.1k+

Notes: this is my submission @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Competition! Happy belated birthday Ellie <3 Make sure to check out the other entries using the tag!

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You are welcomed by the tranquillity that the familiar beach offers as you take your first steps onto the soft and cool sand. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, combined with the nostalgic summer breeze, is a soothing balm for your senses that transports you to another world. The sky above is a canvas of sparkling diamonds, with millions of stars twinkling in the inky darkness, a vast and glittering expanse that stretches as far as your eye can see.

The sight before you is like an elegant painting from a dream, yet your heart feels like it's pricked by countless thorns of grief. This scene overlaps with one you experienced that night many summers ago, but you can't help but feel that everything was more vibrant when he was by your side.

The memories wash over you like the calming waves, and you are instantly transported to a bygone era, where time seems suspended and the world was infused with enchantment, where the sun-drenched hallways of NRC echoed with laughter and mischief.

It was there, where you met him.

Jamil Viper had bewitched you the moment your eyes met. His refined and captivating features made him strikingly handsome, but it was the depth in his eyes that truly set him apart. Like pools of obsidian, they held a mystique that seemed to hold countless untold stories and hidden desires. As fate would have it, your paths intertwined amidst the chaos of school, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his allure.

Burdened by responsibilities that were not of your choosing, the two of you found solace in the shared understanding of the burdens you bore. Life had dealt you both a hand filled with obligations and expectations, piling endless duties that seemed to overshadow your personal desires, but you found sanctuary in each other's company, where you could be true to yourselves and simply indulge.

Together, you found respite from the suffocating grip of responsibility. Hearts drew nearer as an invisible thread wove between you, weaving a tapestry of emotions that yearned to be acknowledged. It was an uncharted realm, an unexplored terrain where friendship and desire danced a delicate waltz, their steps uncertain yet alluring.

And so, with trepidation and anticipation, you succumbed to the allure of intimacy, strengthening your connection to him while safeguarding the sanctity of your friendship. It became a clandestine affair, shrouded in secrecy from prying eyes, nurtured by a foundation of trust and lust, enabling vulnerability and uninhibited honesty while offering emotional support and physical affection.

In those stolen moments, it was just the two of you, consumed by a fire that burned with equal parts longing and frustration. You explored each other's bodies with a mixture of curiosity and desire, finding pleasure in the physical connection you had cultivated. The touch of his hand sent electric currents surging through your body, igniting desires that defied reason. His kisses were elixirs of ecstasy that left you intoxicated and craving more. His laughter echoed through your veins like a melodic symphony. His genuine kindness and unwavering support melted the barriers you had built, leaving you defenceless against the growing feelings that welled within.

It had been an arrangement devoid of emotional entanglements. But how could you have possibly resisted falling in love, when it was Jamil who you were entangled with?

Love had woven its intricate tapestry around you, defying your attempts to keep it at bay. It was Jamil who unravelled your defences, revealing a depth of emotion that neither of you could ignore. And as the clandestine affair continued, the lines between friendship and love blurred, caught in a passionate embrace that neither of you could resist.

You had intended to keep your feelings at bay, that maybe once he graduated, with time and distance, the ember of yearning within you would fade like a dying flame without fuel.

But then came their graduation trip, where Kalim had extended an invitation to you and the others to join their trip to a tropical island of crystal-clear skies and sparkling seas to celebrate. And on that final night of your adventure, Jamil took you to a secluded beach, a secret spot for stargazing under the heavens.

You remember how his warm hand felt in yours, like a spell that pulled you closer to him. The scent of lemongrass filled the air, a fresh and tangy aroma that mingled with the ocean breeze and carried all your worries far away. Jamil had fretted over the many bugs approaching him, and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics as he diligently reapplied repellent, often volunteering to get rid of the pesky creatures that approached him.

You had both laid on a blanket he had brought, the air around you felt thick and humid, but still you drew close, seeking comfort in one another's embrace like clockwork. And as you looked up at the starry sky together, his eyes sparkled with a joy that matched the glittering constellations above.

Underneath the canopy of stars, surrounded by the serene lullaby of the waves, you found the courage to share the depths of your heart. Words spilt forth, confessions, long kept buried, danced upon the salt-kissed breeze.

The connection, nurtured through stolen glances, fiery passion, and tender moments, had blossomed into something profound. At that sacred juncture, you felt time relinquish its hold. The world faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lingering in a universe of your own making.

The fragile silence was then shattered by those precious words that still ring in your ears, that continue to make you feel like every second you spent with him, every moment you spent agonising over your feelings for him, was all worth it.

"I've fallen for you, more deeply than I ever thought possible," he confessed, his voice full of sincerity and vulnerability. A smile graced his lips, his eyes shimmering with an affection that transcended words. "Thank you, for entering my life."

It was a night of enchantment and wonder, a memory etched deep into your soul. The two of you were alone in a world that felt infinite, surrounded by the ethereal glow of your love.

But now, as you stand alone, the world seems to have lost some of its vibrant hues; the colours have dulled, the stars have dimmed, and the air carries a chilly emptiness. You yearn for the passion of that night, for his comforting embrace. The memory of your time together casts a bittersweet shadow over the present, reminding you of what you had and what you lost.

Your love with him was like warm water, a gentle current that caressed and cradled your beings. Like the tranquillity of a serene pool, it washed over you, infusing your heart and soul with a profound sense of contentment.

But just like warm water, its heat inevitably dissipated, and only an icy void that exposed the rawness of your emotion remained.

A sigh escapes your lips, carrying with it the familiar sting of tears welling up, blurring the world around you and shrouding it in a veil of melancholy. The truth had loomed before you, as stark as the fading heat: though you had given it your all, you had no choice but to part ways.

With genuine intentions and hearts brimming with hope, the two of you had embarked on your relationship despite the long distance, promising to communicate regularly, plan visits, and hold onto the precious bond. Together, you painted vivid images of a future life entwined, sharing moments of domestic bliss, cooking side by side, and simply basking in each other’s presence, foolishly making promises at every corner.

Eventually though, the sharp sting of reality began to seep into your once idyllic dreams. Jamil, burdened by his duties in service to the Asim family, found his time and attention inexorably divided among countless obligations. And you, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling without a proper identity and support system, struggled to find your place in a world so different from your original one.

The vast expanse of distance, once merely an inconvenience, now transformed into an insurmountable barrier, slowly eroding the very foundation of your once unbreakable bond.

Communication became sporadic, filled with empty words and broken promises. The once-frequent video calls turned into occasional text messages, and the passionate expressions of love were replaced by awkward silences and forced conversations. Your sanctuary had shifted, unintentionally or not, to the point where you no longer felt comfortable in talking to him, and instead another obligation to fulfill. Your longing grew stronger with every passing day, but the guilt of not being able to fulfil the promises weighed heavily on both of you.

The bittersweet truth became clear: the relationship that had bloomed within the protection of the school walls now found itself entangled in the thorny web of unfulfilled promises and fading hope, and the decision to let go became inevitable.

You lift your gaze to the sky in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling, searching the constellations for some semblance of an answer as your heart aches. The stars twinkle like distant beacons, each one a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities it held, but all you could see was the endless expanse of the universe, an unfathomable void mirroring the emptiness you feel inside.

They say that time heals all wounds, even the fractures of a wounded heart. Yet, the passage of the sands of time has done little to alleviate the searing ache that persists. The yearning for him remains, an unyielding yearning that entwines itself around your every thought and breath. The sands of time may always shift, and the tides of life may ebb and flow, but within you, an eternal echo of his presence lingers, an ache that defies the passage of days and the fading of memories.

As the tranquil night hangs in suspended animation, a voice, achingly familiar, slices through the silence, shattering the cocoon of solitude you had enveloped yourself in.

"Ya amar..." The words, laden with tenderness and history, linger in the air, like a sweet melody that you tried so hard to forget.

How cruel of him, to still call you by such an endearing nickname.

You turn, your heart caught in a tumultuous dance of anticipation and trepidation, uncertain of what awaits you. And there he stands, a vision bathed in the glimmers of moonlight, the flickering beams bestowing a celestial radiance upon his countenance. Time has left its fingerprints on him, etching lines of experience on his face, while retaining the essence of the person you loved so fiercely.

" You’re… crying," he whispers in slight surprise. Desperately, you try to suppress the flood of tears that only intensified with his presence, but they defy your control, cascading down your cheeks in unrestrained torrents.

He takes a tentative step closer, and with a touch as tender as ever, he extends his hand, seeking permission for his contact. Frozen in place, you allow him to approach. The warmth of his touch graces your skin like a sunbeam, a pacifying caress that eases the ache within. With delicate fingers, he tenderly brushes away your tears, wiping with them the pain and sorrow that have pooled in your eyes. You can't help but lean into his touch, seeking refuge in his warmth like you had in the days of your youth.

"I... I never forgot you," you manage to choke out, your voice thick with emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. The words spilt out of you like a dam collapsing, releasing the pent-up feelings that have silently swelled within you for so long.

Tears continue to stream relentlessly down your face, the anguish of the past and present bearing down upon your fragile soul. Doubts assail you, wondering if he still cares, if he even remembers you after years.

But as you look up into his dark eyes, you see the answer reflected in their depths. There is a softness there, a tenderness reserved for you that had always been present.

Jamil leans closer, his expression loving and understanding. His voice, soft and sincere. "I never forgot you either," he whispered, his words a delicate admission, as if finally unburdening himself from the weight of past mistakes. "I'm so sorry, for everything."

Without hesitation, Jamil closes the remaining distance between you, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The strength and warmth of his hold envelopes you like a sanctuary amidst your turmoil. You stand there, sharing the same beach that witnessed your love, bathed in bittersweet nostalgia, and a flicker of hope ignites within you.

The past may have been fraught with challenges and missed opportunities, but in this moment, you dare to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, things would turn out alright this time.

After all, with enough time and dedication, the cool waters of your love could be rekindled into a comforting warmth once again.

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