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hwaslayer · 4 months ago

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tease to please | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ tease to please - drabble two // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: there's only so much teasing yunho can take.

words: 3.1k

warnings: cussing/mature language, sexually implied content, phone seggs 😙, mutual masturbation, marking, some breast play, making out, sloppy kisses, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, we get a lil sprinkle of dom yunho, yunho pushes his cum back inside lol

"You'll be waiting at home for me, right?" Yunho asks huskily as he sits in his car, eating the last bits of his lunch.

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Why?" You tease, making Yunho chuckle.

"You know why, you 'lil brat. Don't be slick." You laugh loudly on the other line, putting a smile on Yunho's face hearing it echo in the car.

"Are you really eating in the car, Yuyu?"

"Yes." You laugh as soon as the response comes. "I'm not gonna sit in the lunch room with a fucking boner."

"Babe."

"Don't. You're such a tease." He whines. "First last night, then the picture? You're killing me." Yunho shifts in his seat when he remembers your phone session last night, the picture you sent him earlier. You had just hopped out of the shower, the mirror fogged up from the hot water. He could see your naked silhouette through it, the condensation dripping down the edges and exposing more of your beautiful body.

He was about to pass the fuck out.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

Yunho lays back while he presses the phone to his ear, settling into bed while listening to you get ready for bed on the other line. You've gone home for a few days to spend time with your mom and sister, Yunho being all alone in the apartment with Yeosang gone too. It's bad how much he misses you, but he truly adores the time you set aside for your mom and sister; enjoying your girls' days and self-care dates that you absolutely deserve.

"Sorry. I'm done now." You cozy up in your own sheets and shut off the lights, giving your boyfriend the utmost attention.

"All good, baby. Did you have a good day today?"

"Mmyeah. I can't wait to get back to you, though." He chuckles.

"I can't wait either."

"You're still alone?"

"Mhm. I don't think Yeosang is coming back until the weekend."

"Damn, okay."

"I think he's out of town with his family."

"I see." You stretch a bit. "Miss you, Yuyu."

"I miss you too, pretty girl. Cozy in bed?"

"Yeah. Wish you were here." Your mind starts to race and go into overdrive thinking about having Yunho next to you. Cuddling you. Showering you in kisses. Making out with you. Making love to you. You miss your man tons, and you can't wait to get all of that tomorrow. The need for Yunho is strong, and luckily for you, your boyfriend catches on quick. "I wanna cuddle."

"Well, good thing you come back to me tomorrow."

"You know what else I want?"

"Mm?" He hums.

"You."

"But, you have me." He smirks, biting onto his bottom lip when he knows where this is going.

"No, you know what I mean."

"I don't, baby. Enlighten me." He feels himself getting hard just thinking about you, his hand coming down to his dick— palming it slowly.

"Yunho." You whine. "Wish you were here with me." He lets out a shaky breath as he palms a little harder, hearing your whiny tone on the other line.

"So needy." He teases. "What do you want me to do to you?" You let out a small whimper hearing his deep voice on the other line, imagining your man kissing you in all the right places, holding you close, letting you lazily ride him cause he knows it's your favorite thing to do. Your hand comes down to the fabric of your panties, feeling the wet patch already building in the center.

"Mm." You hum in a certain tone before releasing a small breath, Yunho already shoving down his boxers just enough to freely stroke himself. "A lot of things."

"Like?" He keeps it slow at first. "Want me to be the one touching you instead?"

"Yeah. Not the same. You do it best, Yuyu."

"What else, princess? Tell me while you keep touching yourself."

"I wanna ride you so badly." Yunho shuts his eyes and picks up his pace, picturing you wrapped tightly around him, working your hips the way you do, hands traveling down his chest— the feeling is unmatched.

"Yeah? Like feeling stuffed that way?"

"It's so good." The way your voice drags on into a moan has Yunho swallowing the lump in his throat. Everything feels ten times hotter, his dick is painfully hard; he could explode any minute now.

"How many fingers are you using?"

"Two." You dip two digits in and out, spreading your wetness all over your folds. "If only you knew how wet I was." Yunho lets out a small groan in response, gripping his cock a little harder at how frustrating it is to not have you next to him right at this moment. He'll lose his mind.

He can't wait 'till he sees you tomorrow.

"All for me, right?"

"Mhm. All for you." A small whine slips from your lips, one that isn't too loud to be heard, but enough to keep Yunho spiraling.

"You're making me so fucking hard." You continue to rub at your clit, grinding against your hand until you feel your high approaching. You shut your eyes, now shifting your thoughts to having Yunho stuff your mouth, cock down your throat until he makes you cry.

"You know what else sounds good?"

"Hm?" He barely is able to respond, too focused on how good everything feels right now.

"You in my mouth."

"Oh my god."

"I'm close, Yuyu. Can you cum with me?" You ask him so sweetly, so innocently, even though everything about this situation is anything but.

"Yeah, anything you want, baby."

"Wish you could fill me up." You hear Yunho's breathing become irregular over the line, causing you to work at a faster pace until the coil within you finally snaps. You try to muffle your moans as much as possible as your body twitches under the sheets. Yunho follows shortly, spurts of cum painting his lower abdomen and hand as he tries his hardest to keep it contained. "Wow, holy shit."

"You okay? You did so good, love." He licks his lips and rests for a minute for analyzing the damage you've done. "Fuck, it's all over." You laugh. "I gotta go wash up."

"Hot."

"Baby, it's not funny." Yunho whines. "You're so mean. All you do is tease me, especially when I can't have you right away."

"Oh, you big baby. You'll see me tomorrow."

"Tease."

♣︎ END

"Sorry. I just wanted to shower you in some love." You giggle.

"Wait 'till I get home."

"And then.. what?" You bite onto your bottom lip, feeling your heat throb at the thought of Yunho ruining you.

"The things I'm gonna do to you." He takes a swig from his water bottle before capping it and placing it back into his cup holder. "Think you can behave for the next few hours until I'm off?"

"I dunno, I kinda don't want to." You poke fun at him and Yunho lets his tongue poke his cheek.

"Alright then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"You're so hot, what did I do to deserve this?" He laughs.

"Talking about yourself, huh?" He looks at his watch. "I gotta go. I have like, 5 minutes to get my ass back upstairs."

"No one said you had to eat in the car, Yunho."

"You're right, sitting around the lunch table with my coworkers and my hard ass dick sounds so much better. How dare I?"

"Stop." You snort. "Mmkay, babe. I'll let you go."

"I'll see you when I get home, okay? Behave." He reiterates and you let out another tiny laugh.

"I will, god."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." And with that, the call with your boyfriend ends. You set your phone aside and finish packing before heading out the door for one last meal with your mom and sister. You all settle for some pho nearby, grabbing dessert and boba from the new small shop that opened next door. You grab some food and dessert for you and Yunho to munch on later after he gets home, your mom adding more to the snack rotation after handing you a big, brown bag full of different snacks she had bought for you two to try.

Your drive back to the apartment isn't long, being that you left right before the rush hour could hit. Soobin is the only one at the apartment, and that's because he picked up a summer internship nearby. He helps you haul in your bags, laughing at all the snacks your mom gave you. He sits on your desk chair as you hand him a few snacks from the bag while unpacking and catching up with him about his internship. Overall, he doesn't have any complaints and seems to be happy he stayed over the summer to put more experience on his resumé. You promise him you'll hang out with him tomorrow once he's off, patting his head as you grab your necessities and head out the door to Yunho's apartment.

You pull out the extra key you have and unlock the door, instantly smelling Yunho's cologne [with a mix of his laundry detergent] filling the air. You pop off your Crocs and set them aside before popping in the food into the fridge, setting the snacks aside in his pantry. You make sure to leave some on Yeosang's desk too, knowing he's always down to try something new. You set your things on the edge of his desk before washing up, changing and slipping into one of Yunho's shirts— snuggling under his covers while you rewatch episodes of your comfort show, Friends.

Time seems to slip right on by [though half painfully] because before you know it, it's time for Yunho to head home. And sure enough, the moment Yunho clocks out, he's darting out the door and rushing home. He's been thinking about you all day, barely able to focus on his to-do list at work. All he can think about is you, that nude, the way you whined his name last night.

The way he's going to fuck you so good the moment he steps into his room.

"Yuyu?" He hears you call for him as soon as he slips through the door and kicks his shoes off. He walks into the room with a little pep in his step, dropping his bag to the floor before shedding off his jacket and heading over to you. "Babe!" You squeal when he completely hovers over you and instantly presses his lips to yours. He fumbles around until he finds your phone and tosses it safely to the side, smiling into the kiss when he hears you giggle and squeal more while shifting you onto his lap.

"Take this off." He says, taking his shirt off of your body with a quickness. His eyes widen when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath— you and your natural beauty served on gold platter just for him. "Fuck. I told you to behave." He groans against your neck, devouring every inch of you as his tongue roams the surface; leaving light marks in between messy wet kisses.

"I didn't even do anything—" You mewl as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

"Mm baby, I think you knew what you were doing when you slipped on my shirt without anything else on." He flings off his shirt and starts unbuttoning his jeans, slipping it down with his boxers and kicking them off completely. "Gonna ride me just like you wanted?" Your mouth waters watching Yunho's large hand wrap around his length, stroking himself for good measure.

"If you want me to."

"I do. Use it."

"Can I?" You hop off and get on your knees. "Want you in my mouth first." He groans.

"God." He breathes out as he watches you through hooded lids. You prettily wrap your lips around his tip and give it a cute kiss before continuing your tease session. You press tiny kisses along his length before licking a stripe from the base and back upwards, taking his tip into your mouth. You start to stroke him at the same time, sinking your mouth deeper and deeper down his cock; repeating the motions to keep your man feeling good. "Oh— shit." Yunho's head kicks back while a strangled moan leaves his lips, fingers tangled in the strands of your hair. "That feels so good." He says lowly, eyes now trained back on you. "Think you can take all of it, love? No pressure." He says sweetly, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. You nod, eyes looking up at him so innocently while he starts to guide you all the way down— his dick slowly hitting the back of your throat. He feels you gag, your hands squeezing at his thigh even though you continue to take him. "You okay?" You give him a reassuring look, keeping your position with him down your throat while he brushes your hair back. "Doing so well, baby." He coos. When you finally pull back, Yunho watches the string of saliva connect your bottom lip to his tip and he feels the urge to be inside of you with how fucked out you look already. As much as he wants to keep you here forever, he just needs you. "So perfect." He caresses your cheek. "Need to be inside of you. Now, please."

You quietly oblige and take your position back onto his lap, feet planted on either side of him while Yunho guides you down his cock. You glide down smoothly, your saliva coating the surface so messily; the noise it makes sounding like pure music to his ears.

"Yunho."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Feels so good already." You mumble against his lips as you work your hips back and forth.

"You have me so use me." He grips your hips tightly, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He presses feathery kisses to your chest, down to your breasts— popping in a nipple and swirling his tongue around the perked bud before moving onto the next. He sucks dark red marks onto the surface knowing it's safe, and that he's the only one who'd see them. You switch it up from time to time, bouncing up and down before rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Either way, his cock hits you in the right spot deliciously every single time— snug in between your walls and filling you up completely.

"Babe." You whine with a small pout. "Close." You breathe against him, Yunho locking you into a kiss in between.

"Keep going. You ride me so fucking well. Nothing comes close." He praises in your ear. "Made for me— you were made just for me." He repeats. "Look at me, pretty. Wanna see you cum all over this dick." He grips your jaw with just enough force to keep you right where he wants you, maintaining eye contact as you fuck yourself on him and continuously push yourself closer and closer to the edge. He hisses when he feels you work him faster, the squelching sounds from your wet pussy filling the room and driving him crazy.

"Yunho— mm'gonna cum." You whimper as you feel your legs starting to give out, chest heaving, breathing becoming irregular as you feel the pleasure building right at your core.

"Don't hold back. No one's home." His thumb glides along your bottom lip. Sooner or later, you sink and crash down, loud moans erupting as your walls pulse around him. "Fuck— that's it." He watches as your eyes shut tightly, mouth slacked open as your body moves in waves; letting your orgasm wash through. "Good girl." He praises you as you pant in his arms, trying your best to bring yourself back down from your high. "Turn around for me." He gently sets you on your fours, running his tongue down his hand before coming to your overly-sensitive pussy. You almost flinch at the contact, but don't have a second to process when Yunho's already plunging deep inside of you. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, squeezing your ass as he adjusts to the feeling. His hand travels down your back while he slowly thrusts in and out of you;

In and out.

Push and pull.

You let out desperate, repeated curses, mixed along with a string of Yunho's name while he pounds into you, cheek pressed down onto the pillow before you feel him tug you back. You can tell Yunho is holding on for dear life, waiting for that perfect moment to let loose and let himself go.

"Come here." He lets out, pressing your body flush against him while his hand is around your neck. He dips his head forward to get a better look at you from the side, still fucking into you like the world is set to end tomorrow. "What happened to my needy little brat from last night?" He chuckles, watching as your face contorts in pleasure again. "See what happens?" He pounds into you harder, cheeks turning red from the impact.

"Yeah, and I might keep doing it just to test you." Yunho smiles hearing your response, so incredibly in love with the way your relationship is. Just radiating comfort, a safe space. Two people exploring new territories together and being utterly, sickeningly in love.

"Fuck, I love you—" He continues and continues until he feels like he can't hold it in anymore, giving your neck a slight squeeze when he feels himself reaching his own high. "Gonna cum—"

"I love you too." You cry. "Need you to fill me up, Yunho. Please." You beg, and that's enough to make him snap. You both fill the room with loud moans, Yunho coming down onto your body as he spills into you. He lays soft, lazy kisses against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you while he keeps himself inside.

"I missed you." He smiles against your sticky skin, the both of you sweaty; air in the room hot and filled with the scent of sex. "Dunno what I'd do without you."

"I missed you too, babe." He pulls out and watches his cum leak out, laughing when he takes his thumb and pushes it back in. "Yunho, you're so?!"

"Nothing gets left behind." He steps off the bed and holds his hand out. "Let's go take a shower? I'll wash the sheets after."

"Mmkay." He looks down at you and presses a kiss to your lips.

"So, did you mean it when you said you'd keep being a brat?"

"It's fun poking your buttons, Yuyu." You let out a squeal when you he smacks your ass, taking the lead to the bathroom before Yunho can even catch up.

"You play too much." He says when he hears you shut the bathroom door and leave him naked in the hallway. "Baby, open up, Yeosang can come home any minute now!" He laughs when he hears you loudly giggle, still keeping the door locked. "I'm not laughing cause you're funny or anything, I just— Y/N, please." He begs playfully. "I'm sorry, you are funny. I didn't mean that. I'm starting to get cold out here. I'll shrivel up and die out here, do you want that? Y/N!" He continues to fiddle with the doorknob until you finally let him in with a big laugh and take him into the shower with you.

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iutdwae · 1 year ago

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— toned.

pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

cw. thigh / ab riding, size kink and mutual pining if you squint, hints of sub!chan, chan is so desperate when it comes to your pleasure </3 poor baby comes in his pants >< friends to… something..? kinda pwop because i'm sleepy and i just really love the idea of grinding on chan's abs :<

word count. 1.5k

[ i had to come out of my 3 year tumblr writing hiatus because this has been on my mind for so long, and that picture that changbin had posted of his back did not help at all… ]

chan's rapid change of physique came to no one's surprise. given his role as an idol, you knew how much he valued being "presentable," to be the visually strong leader of a group of equally strong men. he'd started to spend more time at the gym, and in return, his build had more of an effect on you than you liked to admit: competent abs, the firm muscle lining his torso. the way his skin dips and curves, begging to be seen whenever he lifts his shirt up "innocently," but you swear it's an invitation every time.

suggestive complaints spilled from his plump lips about how sore his body is from his training earlier, the sweat still drying on him as the musk lingers. he's tempting and he knows he is, sleeves rolled up to accentuate his broad shoulders. his arms bulged as they cross over his body. "it's still hot," he excuses, but you know he wants you to take note of the way his veins texture his skin.

yet chan has the audacity to act flustered when you compliment the muscle he's worked so hard for. it's his routine, even in front of the camera: show off just to hide behind his fingers, that familiar red tint flushing his cheeks. but it's obvious he's putting on a front this time. he wants you to need him, too prideful to take you for himself. he's purposely stretching his body upwards, skillful in how he lets a sultry groan fall from his tongue while the hem of his black shirt rides up his waist to expose his defined v line, tantalizingly disappearing into the fabric of his sweatpants.

he has the audacity to act smug when you find yourself hopelessly rubbing against his clothed thigh, perched on top of him while your fingers ghost the lines of his abs. one of your hands grasps at his shoulders, nails digging into his delicate skin as one of his own rests gently on your hips, feeling the way you roll against him. his shirt had long been discarded, courtesy of your desperation as well as his discreet eagerness.

"you're so beautiful, princess," he coos lowly, brows furrowed and eyes hazy as he watches your expression. his cock is straining against his pants, just as sore as he claimed his body was, and you can physically feel how wet your pussy is each time you rock your hips forward. "y'like getting off knowing i'm all yours, don't you?"

you'd never had a preference for body type, but chan's build seemed to break you as you watched it develop; squirming at the mentions of his measurements, wide shoulders with a pretty waist, perfectly sectioned abs adorning his stomach. it was something about him in particular that had you craving him. he was nothing short of a gentleman, respectful and ideal. the type of man you knew your parents would approve of immediately. chris is careful with his words, knows exactly what to say and when to assure everyone he's acquainted with knows that he is no hassle.

perhaps, in some sinister, perverted fashion, it's his pleasantries that had you thinking of your best friend in ways that were animalistic in more ways than one. you caught onto every single one of his innuendos, all of the subtle gestures that you interpreted as bait, that made you wonder how tainted his mind was behind his polite and polished demeanor. watching him carry the weight of his members around on stage with nothing more than a soft breath, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, would he be able to manhandle you with that same ease?

soon enough, he'd slipped your pants off, though instead of settling back onto his thigh, you were straddling his torso, sore cunt draped right on top of his abs. chan let out a guttural whimper at the feeling of wet heat sliding across his stomach, clit catching along the dips of his muscle that sent static down your spine; both of you are sensitive, him in ways he couldn't really explain. "fucking love your pussy, baby," he gasped, dark eyes peering up longingly through long lashes. although there’s no pressure against his waist, he bucks up anyway, rutting his hips into thin air to counteract your own motions. large hands grasp your hips, thighs, ass, anything chan can reach from where he’s leaning back against the couch. “you’re so pretty getting off on me.” he’s desperate to feel more of you, latching onto any skin he can grope, his palms roaming aimlessly around your frame as they dip in and out from underneath your shirt.

meanwhile, you’re just as lost in the moment as the male is: hips stuttering as you grind down on his stomach, his hardened abs providing the perfect amount of pressure and rigidness that your cunt practically cried for. the soft pants that escaped your mouth matched chan’s rhythmically, whines coated with lust and neediness. you hadn’t been far from the truth, at least it didn’t feel like it when your best friend was just as turned on, grunting as he tried to nudge his clothed erection against you.

chan still upheld his chivalrous personality, even when his dick was painfully straining on his pants; he didn’t dare disrupt your chase towards your orgasm, moaning lowly as he watched your brows cinch, eyes clamped shut with your mouth gaped open. “gonna come all over me, huh?” he breathed out, sweat beading at his temple. the way your pussy slipped so easily along his abs made him dizzy, sopping wet and sticky against his skin. it was so much more than what he always imagined when he fucked himself into his hand, drunk on the way you used his body like this was what he’d worked so hard for—for you to come all over the muscle he trained for months to develop, leaving red streaks under your nails along his defined back and grasping onto him as roughly as he was groping you.

you could feel his abdomen tensing between your legs, laying more of your weight onto the male as your thrusts became more fervid and sloppy. your clit was caught right between the ridges of his abs, rocking back and forth as wanton cries fell from your lips to echo his own. with the way you were fucking yourself onto him, he would’ve assumed you were just making up for a lack of proper pleasure; though in reality, you’d just been thinking about how he’d fuck you since the very beginning of your friendship.

“channie, i’m so close,” you barely manage in the midst of your cries, the sound of your pussy lathering his skin in wetness loud enough for the both of you to hear. what you can’t see behind you is the obvious tent in chan’s pants, going unnoticed for the time being. it’s carnal and shameful the way you’re getting off on each other, his desperate attempts to fuck against you leaving him looking like a dog in heat all while your hips move rapidly on his torso.

his grasp tightened on your hips, guiding you as he pushes your weight further down onto him, and he’s rewarded by the loud gasp you let out as your body shudders. “come on me, princess. show me how good i make you feel.” chan’s sitting upwards now, his touch trailing up your sides as his eyes never leave you for a second. one hand, thankfully, makes its way between your thighs, his finger rubbing at your clit and he almost moans out loud at how wet you feel under his touch. “c’mon, i’m all yours, baby. let it out.”

what chan doesn’t expect is for himself to come too, immediately after watching your orgasm seep into the lines of his muscles, pussy fluttering and red at the sudden stimulation. he can feel his own cum pressed against the tip of his cock, staining the front of his pants with a relieved groan. and he can feel the slight burn of the scratches you left on his back while you’re coming down from your high in the security of his large arms. you can only mumble sniffled thank you’s to him while he holds you right against his chest, though he can’t help but rut up against you while you’re properly situated on his lap now. “you did so well for me, pretty,” he reassured you right into your ear, hoping you were too distracted to notice the way he was still trying to grind his cock against you. but the feeling of his wet sweatpants was unmistakable against your bare cunt. you’d speculated that chan had pretty good stamina, and it seemed to prove right when he’s eagerly sliding his sweats off to properly show you just how good he can make you feel.

#i love chan's abs #and his back #i just love buff men #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan imagines #bangchan hard thoughts #bang chan x reader #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader

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atsumwah · 2 years ago

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about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa's sister had its perks.

you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.

it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.

like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)

or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)

or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.

the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.

even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)

"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.

"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.

"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"

"that's your own fault. you know he works here."

you did but that's not the point.

"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"

"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."

you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.

"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.

it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.

"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"

"ahem."

"most men besides haji and you aren't."

"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."

"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"

"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"

your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"i'm literally your best friend, dude."

"not by choice."

a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.

"hey!"

"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"

before you could even answer, makki did for you.

"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.

"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."

you're so unfair, hajime.

"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.

"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."

"you're literally a man."

"i'm different."

"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.

"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."

you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.

maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.

***

"i'm so gonna kill you!"

"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.

"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"

"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."

"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."

"so no more blind dates?"

"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."

"alright, sleep tight honey."

you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.

"you're home early."

you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"

"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"

"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.

"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."

"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."

"that bad?"

"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."

"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."

"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."

"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.

ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.

"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"

you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.

"do i really give off that impression to you?"

you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"

"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.

but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.

"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"

was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.

" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.

"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."

"let go."

"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."

"are you trying to provoke me?"

"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."

"it's not working."

you pouted. "it always works with tooru."

"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"

"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.

"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.

"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?

he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.

“...i like you, y/n."

pardon?

"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.

"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."

"you're…for real then?"

"yes."

"then why would you think i hate you?"

iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."

"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.

"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"

"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."

there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.

but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.

you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.

"apparently."

"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.

"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.

"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.

about damn time indeed.

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aishangotome · 4 months ago

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Ellis Twilight: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

♡———♡

Ellis: ...Bodyguards?

During breakfast, Victor informed me of my unexpected first assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper."

Victor: Yes! By having Jude and Ellis protect Kate, our secrets will be kept safe.

Victor: Kate can observe Ellis and Jude up close and record their observations...

Victor: It's a two-birds-with-one-stone plan, fulfilling your duty as a Fairytale Keeper!

Victor: What do you think, Ellis?

Ellis: If Kate is okay with it, I'm fine with it.

Ellis: There's no guarantee that what happened yesterday won't happen again... I want to be by Kate's side.

Victor smiles at Ellis' response and then turns his gaze to Jude.

Victor: Of course, Jude will also take responsibility, right? You hate being indebted to others, don't you?

Jude: Tch...

(I think it would be reassuring to be near Ellis, but...)

Since just being with Ellis led to me being mistaken for "Jude's woman" and targeted... I can't help but be wary of Jude.

Jude: Don't cry like a baby if ya get scared, princess.

(I'm scared... but Victor gave us a good suggestion, so I can't be weak here.)

Kate: It's okay, I'm surprisingly resilient!

Jude: ... Ha.

He scoffed at my best attempt at a smile and looked back down at the newspaper.

Ellis: Well, it's settled then. Nice to meet you, Kate.

Kate: Yes, nice to meet you too.

I smiled at Ellis too, and unlike Jude, he returned a gentle smile.

Ellis: By the way, you can speak more casually.

Kate: Huh...?

Ellis: Just 'Yeah, nice to meet you' is fine.

Kate: Y-yeah... nice to meet you.

Ellis: Yeah, that's good.

I was soothed by the warm atmosphere Ellis exuded...

Victor: Now that we've come to an agreement, it's time for your mission.

Victor's words made me straighten my back.

(This is my first real assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper.")

The first impression is crucial to gaining trust, so I need to be focused.

Victor: –Actually, I'd like you to gather some information.

Victor: About the kidnapping cases happening all over London.

Kate: A kidnapping... case?

The alarming word brought back the tension I felt when I first met the members of "Crown."

Victor: Yes. The victims are of various ages. From toddlers to teenagers, even adults.

Victor: The common thread is that the adults are often prostitutes or street performers.

Victor: A popular singer from the tavern has also disappeared... Many of these people don't have a fixed address.

Jude: The victims are nobodies, and since they're homeless, no one files missin' person reports for them.

Jude: So, as usual, the police don't do anythin' about it.

Sadly, Jude is right. People who work in the red-light district are looked down upon.

Behind the glamorous facade, they're treated like trash.

Victor: That being said...

Victor: There's an art fair happening in London right now, and I know performers are gathering there.

Kate: Yes. It's not as busy as the social season, but it's still quite lively.

Victor: I want Jude and Ellis to go there and gather information.

Victor: As rootless as they are, they have unexpected connections.

Jude: Why do I have ta go? It's such a pointless mission.

Victor: It might be related to the human trafficking ring you took down in your private time the other day.

Victor: You're already on board, aren't you? Besides...I heard today was your first day off in a while.

It seemed that Victor wouldn't have known this information unless someone had told him, and Jude glared at the person next to him.

Jude: ...Ellis.

Ellis: I was asked, so I answered honestly. Sorry.

(Maybe the power balance between these two is more equal than I thought...)

Victor: So, off you go!

Sent off by Victor's overwhelmingly cheerful voice, we headed off to our mission.

(It's even more lively than usual...!)

The aroma of appetizing food wafted from the colorful stalls lined up at the art fair.

It wasn't just the food that entertained people. There were people painting on the streets and others performing street performances on a large stage set up on the corner. Walking around, I was almost overwhelmed by the lively and fun atmosphere.

(No, I can't get completely excited... I need to focus on the mission.)

(That's right, I should ask them now.)

Kate: Ellis, Jude. Can you tell me about your curses?

Ellis: Didn't we talk about that already?

Ellis: I have the "Thorn" curse, and Jude has the "13th Wizard" curse.

Ellis: They're curses based on the motif of "Sleeping Beauty."

(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard...)

The wizard is a villain who resents not being invited to the princess's birthday and tries to kill her with a curse.

(I can kind of understand the wizard's guilt, but...)

(What is the "Thorn's" guilt?)

As I was thinking, Jude stopped abruptly and turned around languidly.

Jude: There's no need for the three o' us to stick together. Ya two can gatha' information on yer own.

Ellis: But what about protecting Kate?

Jude: Ya alone are enough.

With that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Kate: ...Does he dislike me, by any chance?

Ellis: He's like that with everyone, so I don't think he dislikes you.

Ellis: Maybe it's to prevent Kate from being put in danger if we're seen together again.

(Hmm, I don't think that's it...)

I quietly swallow the words that were about to escape my lips.

Kate: ...If that's the case, he's quite a kind person, isn't he?

Ellis: I wouldn't say kind. He loves to torment people he dislikes and hear them scream.

Kate: ..............

(The fact that I can imagine it is scary...)

He's the complete opposite of Ellis, who showers everyone he meets with kindness.

As if to prove this, after parting with Jude, Ellis was greeted from all sides.

Red-Faced Man: Hey, you! Thanks for taking care of me the other day!

Ellis: You're welcome. Don't drink too much today.

Kate: Who was that...?

Ellis: Someone I found passed out drunk on the street. I carried him home on my back. I don't know his name.

Kate: What?!

(He carried a stranger home and even took care of him?)

But that wasn't all that surprised me.

Carpenter: Thanks to Ellis introducing me to people, my business is finally taking off!

Cat: Meow!

Ellis: You're welcome.

(Even a cat is thanking him...?!)

(And to be thanked by so many people just passing by...)

It's clear how many good deeds Ellis must do on a regular basis.

Kate: You're more well-known than me, a mail carrier...!

Ellis: Really? I think it's normal.

He smiles happily at the people smiling back at him.

(I'm sure what he did for me yesterday is just a normal thing for him.)

He can't help but lend a hand to anyone in need.

A person who spreads happiness.

Watching Ellis happily converse with the townspeople, those words come to mind.

(Does such a person have any "sins" that I should record...?)

(And besides that--)

(Why is such a kind person working for an assassination organization, or for someone like Jude?)

Even though I've witnessed his kindness firsthand... The sudden question stirs up unease in my chest.

Ellis: Kate? Kate?

Kate: ...Ah, sorry! I was lost in thought.

I realize that Ellis, with his head tilted, is peering at my face from up close...

Ellis: Were you thinking about me?

Kate: ...Wha-?!

My heart races as our eyes meet, our eyelashes almost touching, like lovers gazing into each other's souls.

(Ellis doesn't seem to realize it... but I feel like he's too close.)

It was the same as the morning after I was brought to the Crown Mansion, when he visited my room.

This is the second time his amber eyes have been this close, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks as I look away.

Ellis: Ah, I was right.

Kate: How did you know?

Ellis: Hmm... I just had a feeling?

Ellis smiles and hands me a steaming mug.

Ellis: Here, I got this milk tea from the shop while you were thinking about me.

Ellis: It's a thank you for helping me with deliveries the other day.

(...Ellis, you're amazing...)

Ellis lowers his long eyelashes and blows on the milk tea before taking a sip.

Ellis: If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kate: ...Okay.

Ellis: You mean "yes," right?

Kate: ...Why are you with Crown, Ellis?

Ellis: I guess because Victor recruited Jude, and Jude agreed?

(So, Ellis joined because Jude joined...?)

Kate: Why are you with Jude?

Ellis: You have a lot of questions.

Ellis chuckles and wraps his hands around the mug.

Ellis: Before I met Jude, I was living a nomadic life, moving from place to place.

Ellis: I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.

Ellis: We made a promise after a series of events.

Kate: A promise...?

Ellis: I work for Jude, and in return, he'll grant me a wish.

Ellis: That's why... we're together until then.

A premonition that something might happen if I keep asking questions makes my heart race.

Kate: What's your wish, Ellis...?

Ellis: That's--

Flashy Performer: What?!

(Huh...?!)

Startled by the loud voice, I look over to see that we're behind a makeshift stage, where a performer is scratching his head in distress.

Flashy Performer: Both of them can't make it... This is a problem...!

(Both of them can't make it... Performers... Could it be?)

Kate: Ellis.

Ellis: ...Yeah.

-–“The common thread in the kidnapping cases is that the victims are often prostitutes or street performers.”

We exchanged glances and headed towards the troubled-looking performer.

Kate: Excuse me...

Flashy Performer: Hmm? Ah, sorry ladies, but my show starts in 10 minutes!

Ellis: We were just told two of your fellow performers can't make it...

Flashy Performer: Yeah, the guys I was supposed to perform with have gone missing.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Geez, how many is that now...? Things have been weird lately.

(Missing... and more than one person)

(Maybe we can learn something if we talk to him.)

Ellis: If you don't mind, we'd like to hear more about that.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Sorry, but I don't have time for that right now! I need to come up with a performance I can do by myself.

He waved us off dismissively, but then, as if struck by a thought, he stared intently at our faces once more.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Well, if you guys are willing to help me out with my stage performance, that's a different story.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! Just kidding. Even though I'm short on help, I wouldn't involve amateurs.

He shook his head as if to say it was a momentary lapse of judgment, and Ellis approached him cheerfully.

Ellis: Help, you say? What do we need to do?

Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! What, are you interested? I was just joking.

Ellis: But if we help you, you'll tell us more about it, right?

Performer with Fancy Hat: ... What, you guys have a hidden agenda?

He stared at us, his kind face contorted in confusion.

Performer with Fancy Hat: But you know, selling out my friends is a pretty risky business.

Performer with Fancy Hat: I don't have any guarantee that you guys don't have bad intentions. After all, this is our first time meeting.

Kate: What can we do to earn your trust?

Performer with Fancy Hat: Let me think...

Performer with Fancy Hat: If you're willing to be my target for knife throwing, or be tied up and submerged in a water tank without complaint...

Performer with Fancy Hat: I might just trust you.

(A target for knife throwing...!? )

Ellis: Sure, I'm good at that sort of thing.

Unlike me, who was bewildered, Ellis was not intimidated and continued the negotiation.

(As expected of someone who has been on business trips with Jude, he is used to this kind of situation...)

I thought the negotiation was settled with Ellis cooperating with the show, but reality wasn't that sweet.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Tsk tsk tsk... It's not enough with just you. The lady over there needs to cooperate too.

Kate: Huh...!?

Ellis: ...Why?

Performer with Fancy Hat: For the performance, of course!

Performer with Fancy Hat: A tragic separation of lovers, followed by a moving finale! It's sure to get a big cheer.

(...Knife throwing... Tied up in a water tank...)

Ellis peered at me worriedly as I turned pale.

Ellis: Kate, you don't have to push yourself.

(Victor used to throw knives at him, so Ellis will probably be fine.)

I could never imitate his extraordinary physical abilities, but... whether or not we get information from this man depends on me.

(At this point, I have no choice but to trust Ellis and this performer...)

Kate: Alright, I'll cooperate.

Chapter 4

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gothic-thoughts · 1 year ago

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Lost and Found

(Happy Thanksgiving Yall)

Kyoujurou Rengoku x Black Fem Reader Angst (fluff)

RoyalAU, Princess!Reader, FriendstoLoversAU

CW: frostbite, implied parent death, Shinjurou is emperor, childhood friends

Word Count: 1057 (give or take)

My weak legs twitch, sending a spike of pain up my spine. I have to move, or I'll freeze to death. The faint sound of galloping draws near, now with the metal clanking to the rhythm of the horse's steps. Tears stream down my face as I try to scream for help only to have a small whimper rip from my tired and parched throat. The loud trotting slows to a stop no more than 10 feet away before something heavy drops to the gravel and quickly crunches toward me.

"My lady!" He crouches next to me and pulls my freezing body against his chest, "What's happened to you? Were you--?"

My tiara slips from my head and clangs against the pebbles of the road. Through my blurry vision, I watch as his worried gaze snaps to the headdress then back at my reddened face, horror consuming his eyes.

"A...a princess?" He whispered, "Who's done this to you?! Never mind; let's get you to safety. You'll be safe at the palace, you have my word."

Palace? He settles his grip behind my back and lifts my thighs, carrying me back to his horse. He sat on its back and had me in front and facing him to pull my face, body, and arms into his jacket. Feeling his body heat, I pass out against his chest.

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I jolt awake and sit up at the sound of crackling and shuffling in my room. I quickly sit up to see a young woman putting wood into the furnace across from the bed I was on. It was a massive red and dark brown canopy, the silky sheets sliding underneath me as my body settled to the mattress.

"Aw, I'm sorry, miss. The fire was dying down." She soothed, "Have to keep you warm, don't we?"

"Right...where am I?"

"You're in the Hashira Palace; I'm your chambermaid, Sumika. I got you all cleaned up and back to your old self. You had us all worried; you were asleep for a while."

"What? But I passed out no more than a few hours ago."

"That was yesterday, Miss. You've been asleep for around 13 hours; it's seven o'clock now."

"Thirteen!? And I'm just now waking up?!"

"Yes, Miss. Would you like to speak with Emperor Shinjuro?"

"Yes, yes, please! It's been a while, and I need a familiar face."

"Well, I'll be right back with your clothes."

She puts down the fire poker and dusts her hands off before she disappears into the closet. When the wooden door opened again, Sumika walked out cradling a blue lace-lined dress. I step out of the bed and happily slip on the silky azure fabric, the skinny straps hugging into my shoulders which put the dress in a position to show just a little bit of cleavage.

Sumika led me out of the room and down the candlelit corridor to another room and knocked loudly. Once the king allows me inside she bows and leaves.

"Come in!" The Emperor's voice yelled.

"Princess (Y/n)'s awake and dressed Your Highness," Sumika says, opening the door enough to let me in, "There you go."

"Thank you."

"Emperor Shinjuro." I bow, "Thank you so much for--"

"Nonsense."

"Excuse me?"

"You're the daughter of my best friend; ‘Shinjuro’ is just fine, (Y/n)."

"But we've only met a couple--"

"I owe your father my life; the very least I could do is take care of his daughter in his....absence."

"Absence?" I scoff, laughing nervously, "Thank you, Shinjuro for your concern, but I'm confused."

He sighs, "What do you remember?"

"Nothing much." I say, voice breaking, "I was upstairs in my room when I heard guards rushing past my door. I thought nothing of it until my chambermaid ran into my room and told me marauders were attacking the palace."

"Hmm..."

"I don't even know she escaped..." my voice breaks, my lungs heaving for breath, "She stayed back to barricade the door in case someone heard me escaping from the corridor."

"Well...while you were resting, I had my guards investigate the palace and it seems the fire was started in your throne room."

"No...no, I'm sure it had to be the sitting room." Tears roll down my face faster than I can wipe, "That's where our furnace is, Shinjuro. It couldn't be the throne room because how....h-how would the fire start?"

"My knights found evidence of a Molotov cocktail there, (Y/n). I...I don't know how else to...."

Before I can open my mouth to speak, two loud and heavy knocks thunder from the wooden door shortly before it swings open. A well-built man in a white and flame-patterned haori rushes past me and stands before the Emperor's desk. The man turns to me for a quick bow.

"My apologies, but I must..." He blinks and his jaw drops, "(Y/n)?"

My tears stopped flowing with confusion, allowing me to wipe the excess on my cheeks as he happily stepped closer.

“How do you know me?”

“It’s me, Kyojuro!”

"Kyojuro...?”

He nods happily, leaning in to show off his features a little better. I raise an eyebrow at him, examining his features from his fiery hair and the fiery gradient in his irises. I note his round jawline and wide eyes and my eyebrows finally raise in realization.

“Ren!”

"Yes!"

We pull each other into a strong embrace as flashbacks of the times we played hide-and-seek in my garden and caused mischief around his palace flooded my mind. I smile into his chest and squeeze harder, feeling his hands sink into me before we pull away, looking at each other lovingly.

“You got...bigger." He smiles longingly, "N-not like...I meant, like 'older'. Older-bigger.”

“Well, you certainly got bigger. I'm surprised you didn't hit your head on the doorframe when you walked in."

He chuckles, "I mean it has been 11 years. Last we saw each other, I believe I was convincing you to eat worms."

"Tried convincing me."

"Heh, yes of course."

"And maybe I would've fallen for it if they weren't covered in dirt."

"Perhaps that may have been a factor."

"So, after being my nutritionist, you became a knight?"

"During the war, Father was away and I was in charge so I trained as much as I could and now I'm the Head of the royal fleet."

“Impressive. All I did was learn how to ride a horse, play violin, and archery. My...mother taught me."

My smile fades, and he does the same before he suddenly knelt and bowed his head to me.

"Ren?"

"My apologies. In my haste, I never properly showed empathy for your loss. My deepest condolences, princess."

I smile sadly, lifting his chin, "If it's all the same to you, Ren, I prefer (Y/n)."

He stands up and adjusts his shirt when I suddenly hug him again, my heart pounding as I bury my face into his neck. I feel him sigh as he holds me close and rubs my back.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I hum, melting into his touch. "I missed you." A happier tear slipped from my eye.

"I've missed you more."

"My apologies for breaking up your moment...

We quickly withdrew from our embrace and straightened up to give the emperor, who was sitting back down, our undivided attention. He chuckles lightly.

"Are you hungry, (Y/n)?"

"Oh yes, I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"I'm sure. Kyoujuro?"

"Right!" Ren smiles, "I'll show you to the kitchen, Shinobu can make you something while we catch up."

"I never thought you of all people would gain charm and maturity in adulthood."

"Oh please, I've always had charm." He laughs, "After you then."

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hollyhomburg · 1 year ago

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(mafia hoseok, slice of life, fluff, stockholm syndrome, meta stuff, this is a little self-indulgent and very self-referential, a tiny bit smutty at moments but i wouldn't call this nsfw, blood, violence, guns)

i wanna write a story with mafia boss hoseok who adopts his sisters children after they die cuz of mafia reasons along with his fiance. hoseok of course, decimates the rival group who took them away from him, but after the fire and revenge has settled, there is just hoseok, just hoseok and two kids who need him.

it's not that bad, the little boy one is mainly taken care of by his men. hoseok does his best to keep them safe and separated from his criminal empire. gives them everything they could want, trusts only his inner circle of 6 to look after them.

the older one- a plucky 13 year old girl is a little bit more of a handful mostly because she asks too many questions about things hoseok cannot answer without being culpable "why do you have blood on your shoes? what kind of handgun do you carry and can i see it? why do you always talk really softly at home but yell loudly when you're in the basement?"

hoseok- knowing that the basement is a literal torture chamber, sweating, "don't you just want money for shopping or something?"

"no, i wanna become your partner, the way that mom was"

"you are literally 13"

"didn't you start when you where my age?"

"can't i just? get you a new handbag or something?" idk i just love the idea of hoseok- whose tired of his job and pissed off by it on a good day vs. a 13 year old who just wants to be a crime princess so bad.

They but heads near constantly, when she's caught sneaking out from her all girls school to smoke cigarettes, when she buys a moped with the card hoseok got her, when she tries to leave the country to go to fashion week like her mom used too (of course hoseok goes with her- but still- she's not very good at asking for permission vs forgiveness)

Obviously he's like- barely adjusting to being a parent, and grieving the loss of fiance and sister too. he's lonely and struggling with the things in his life that aren't the crime bits, he's not against admitting that, but allowing anyone, woman or man, into his life barely 5 years after they've passed feels like a betrayal.

it goes like that, slice of life, mafia man hoseok and dad hoseok chased togeather. he tries his best to show up for dance recitals (the young beta boy really really likes balet and god forbid hoseok stop anything, even convention, from getting in the way of his pups dreams,) regularly scolds the alpha girl for trying to bring her boyfriends around, "you're too young to have boyfriends" "they're just my friends boyfriends" "still, wait until you're 16- or better yet- 18"

There just isn't a shortage of problems concerning the kids, it's one thing after another. Until one night in his study, hoseok's ledgers spread out in front of him while he reclines on a tufted sette, one of his men comes to the door, an ipad in his hands and a guilty look on his face. Hoseok snaps his fingers without looking up. "we- ugh- caught her reading fanfiction again, not the appropriate sort boss."

Hoseok groans because holy fuck he was no prepared to deal with a teenage girl in his mid 30's. let alone puberty again. But then again, he's a little curious, reads a few lines of the fanfic....

Only to find out it's an exact copy of his and his ex's life, down to the things that they've said on their first date. Their first time, even her untimely death down to her last words, words that he hasn't told anyone ever. Hoseok doesn't sleep as he reads through it. The only thing that's different is their names. here, here are memories even hoseok has forgotten. It's impossible, how could someone know all this?

oh, someone knows, and he's going to tear them apart.

Of course he finds the author. using the resources of his criminal empire to track them down. he has his men abduct her. the perfect crime, executed down to the moment she's snatched. he knows the autorities will never find her or even a hint of his orginization. he brings her down into that torture room and decides....not to kill her after talking to her.

hoseok is like something out of a romance novel, the kind of one she publishes irl and not the kind that she writes and posts on the internet. intimidating and beautiful with his crossed legs, red hair, strong jaw and piercing eyes. Of course, she only publishes things as fanfiction when she feels she needs too. other stories that she feels are more polished and less an extension of her own emotions, get the published book treatment. She's already absorbing details of this, the bite of the ropes against her wrists, the damp feeling of a cloth pressed over her mouth, it's a little bit fucked up but she's only thinking "this is gonna make for some good fanfic" and not about her safety.

hoseok has only met two types of peopke, the ones that are smart and scared of him, and the ones that are stupid and unafraid.

so what if she's got a bit of a deathwish, hoseok is a little impressed, having made grown men cry and piss themselves in that very chair, she's not afraid of him whatsoever. that alone, is what keeps him from killing her. maybe it reminds him a little bit of his exfiance, the way she looks at him without fear, like he's not the boss or dad, he's just hobi.

"So you mean i'm going to stay with you, your prisoner, until you figure out how i know what i know?"

"Yes that's the jist of it. Until you confess."

"there's nothing to confess, i just- thought of it on my own, i don't know what to tell you." hoseok looks for any connection, any of the fanfic authors family, if they were connected to his fiance in any way, but truly- there is nothing in her past that connects her to him, she wasn't even living in his city before now.

it's simply a trick perhaps, or just a coincidence. Hoseok doesn't believe in coincidences.

Only, Hoseok isn't cruel enough to keep her downstairs after the first few days when his interrogations turn more...conversations. Maybe he pours over the fanfic's and asks her about specific lines the one, "nothing's broken you yet, so you have no reason to belive this will too" thats been his personal mantra for year. how could she know things that he's never told anyone is beyond him.

The house has plenty of rooms and hoseok has plenty of men to keep an eye on her, he probably puts a tracking anklet on her just incase. and of course he finds her writing on bits of paper because he won't give her a laptop.

and then Hoseok's nice gets her fingers in everything. fucking shit up as she has a talent of doing. maybe hoseok intends it to be casual "this is my friend, she's going to be staying here for the time being, be nice to her and stay out of her hair" why does hoseok feel the need to suggest the kids be nice to her? she's literally a prisoner.

but of course, hoseok's nice looks at her, turns to hoseok and says "🥺 you got me my favorite fanfic author for my birthday uncle hobi?" immediatlly- the jig is up, they talk, the mc is really kinda nice to the kid because she's not an asshole.

Of course hoseok begs her to go along with it because...he really doesn't want his nice to know that everything she read actually happened, and he's got a sweet spot a mile wide for her underneath their bickering. of course also doesn't want to let her know that he did infact almost kidnap and torture this woman. and she agrees to befriend her...in exchange for a laptop.

Things go like that for a while, and for a month, he gets used to someone being there when he wakes up, he gets used to hearing laughter when he walks in, maybe she starts to get close to the kids a little bit- the nice especially, maybe one time hoseok gets a panicked text from the mc, "Minji's boyfriend broke up with her. sos bring ice cream."

The four of them of course leave the compound, go shopping, which then turns into going to the pet store, getting a dog (that his right hand man jungkook eventually takes in because none of them are prepared to actually take care of a dog). The works, maybe they go to one of those destruction rooms and smash some stuff, or go paintballing, the m/c hitting hobi in the chest and grinning "got you." it turns out mafia bosses are generally good shots, but mafia princesses are also really good too." And on the way home, the kids tired and asleep in the back, the m/c also nearing sleep in the passengers side, hoseok looks over at her and realizes that being the kids parents, being here for minji and hanyu has gotten alot easier since she's been around.

It's not that she does any of the child rearing at all, but- adult company is nice. Hoseok's not sure he can call her a friend. when he pulls in home he looks over, and finds that she's staring back at him.

"Are you really like the man i wrote into that story."

"Yes." he admits, they haven't talked about why he's here, in a while. she looks contemplatively at him for a second, then yawns. looking back and minji and hanyu in the backseat, "i'll get him if you get her right?" and they do, they bring the both of them inside and hoseok stays awake all night with a lump in his throat.

life continues like that, blood and domestic bliss in equal measure. a few times has he come home in the middle of the day to her writing in the main recreation room with Hanyu playing with his leggos around her, "i like her, she lets me be quiet without asking me to talk lots" or spinning with him to loud loud music. hanyu really only likes balet for the spinning and twirling.

of course hoseok is curious what she's writing after a while. and is more than a little curious why she doesn't try and leave. she still has to wear the ankle monitor, but hoseok would take it off if she asked.

"honestly i'm getting so much good material from this experience and you have good taste in decor and food gets made for me every morning by seokjin- and he's a fantastic cook and an even better beta reader." Seokjin is also a really good shot, and was in the black berets before i hired him is definitely not what hoseok says. "Why wouldn't i want to stay, i don't have to worry about anything here."

"accept for your bodily autonomy????" she waves her hand flippantly, "yeah, that never mattered to me so much as long as i can write. of course he gets curious of what she's writing, hoping to find more hints of how she can know what she knows. she finds bits and peices of his men in them and writes them off as just fanfic fodder. tells minji not to bother her too much.

he doesn't really like her next project about a heist with 3 lovers who get through it after years of sexual tension only to finally confess after one member gets shot- only, why are they like jimin? tae? and jungkook all close over taehyung's hospital bed. she's gotten close to all of them, but not closer than hoseok is to them and even he didn't realize they were all in love. how have some of his longest gang members, and appart of his inner circle who have been adversaries for the better part of the last 5 years finally getting over their enemies to lovers stick? how did he not notice?

he chalks it up to a coincidence until the next time it happens, because Namjoon and yoongi have been at each other's throats for years. Who would have thought an isolated job in the mountains that lead to them being snowed in with only one bed would...lead to their eventual coupling.

after that, hoseok starts to pay attention to what she writes. he's just in the middle of a deal gone bad when he remembers what she's written the year before, something about a car bomb- he avoids getting into the car until it explodes (a la bily) and comes home a little singed and scarred.

she's in the living room, the kids are asleep upstairs, and when she stands up, hoseok feels that feeling again in his heart, that peircing ache, the same one he gets when he thinks of his dead fiance.

i'm imagining him kneeling before her, taking off her anklet, fingers lingering over her skin a little too long. looking up at her, hoseok has not knealed for many people.

"you're free to go, but before i do, i'd like to offer you a job." it's hard to describe her value to hoseok, even harder to explain it to people who don't understand, she writes, and hoseok reads them, and about 70% of the time, the events she puts down on paper actually happen. he tries to ignore the other little things that don't, she's....a really good writer. and she knows by now that anything she writes he'll tare through. even the more...smutty sections that she tries to hide. he ignores the way that tales of submission make his blood burn, the way she describes touches and hands, hoseok tries to find pleasure in his own but it remains frightfully our of reach (and maybe 3 doors down).

maybe hoseok takes her to one of his functions, the ones that he usually hates with politicians and celebrities, because he wants to treat her, wanting to give things to people isn't a feeling he's felt in a while, i imagine them dancing underneath the stars, him asking her "if you were writing this right now what would happen." "if i were writing this, you'd have already kissed me."

maybe, someone gets wind of it, maybe theres a mole in hoseoks organization that tells tales of hoseok's secret weapon. his weakness. hoseok is not prepared there is nothing in her writing that says where she is or what happens only....that last one, it's tangentially mentioned, maybe minji is the one that finds it, hoseok explains it to her the situation, why the m/c is here and what lead her to their lives, maybe he's loosing it a little and she's the levelheaded one, hanyu is in the doorway crying, maybe when they came to take her she sacrificed herself for him, told him to hide and he did. that alone, that lone would make hoseok go after her, not the living breathing terrified thing in his chest- because this- this is almost exaclty like what happned with his fiance.

minji is 14 now, 14 and smart, smarter than hoseok, "she wrote something- i know she did- here- it was in an ask- here" hoseok scans it, and the gang mobilizes it. maybe hoseok's gang asks him why, why he's willing to go to these lenghts to save her, "it's not about securing a method of income, this has never been about money."

when he finds her, she's tied up, much the same way that he was tied up, and hoseok is soaked with blood, from his red hair down his back, she always did get unnervingly graphic with her murder scenes and it feels the same way that she wrote it, white hot rage that drips down his back in time with the cooling blood. he wonders if the bruises on her face feel the same for her. he unties her and then cups her cheeks, looking down at her while she grabs his wrists. "you came for me." is all she manages to choke out, "i wasn't sure you would."

he kisses the side of his face, "of course i'd never let you go, do you feel and see the blood i'd shed for you? is this enough?" hoseok is a little fucked up, and she knows this, she knows that deep down, beneath the softness that the people he loves cultivates in him, he does not mind the killing. he'd kill again for her in a heartbeat. he's going to kill again for her and he needs to know that if she stays.

hoseok is not convinced that she should.

he takes her home, washes her off. blood dripping down the drain and the two of them pressing hurried kisses against each others mouths, even if they taste like blood a little bit, they want each other too bad, all of this built up just breaking between the two of them. hoseok spends too long listening to her heartbeat. too long but she just washes his hair while he does, a tender geasture. he's not sure that his ex ever washed his hair.

the kids are glad to see her, a little bit scared to find hoseok more hollow than he was when he left. because he knows the last time something like this happened he was too late. and there are more than a few indications that he almost was too late, in the bruises that ring her body, her own blood that he wipes from his hands.

the next day, hoseok meets with minji, hands her her first gun, "you're to report to me, you don't make tough decisions, you let me make them for you, if you have questions or need help, ask. you don't make stupid decisions, and you don't tell anyone about anything you know." She scoffs, "thats a given."

later he ends up wrapped up with the main character, touching her again and again, verifying that she's alright that she's here, and she's just scribbling away at a piece of paper while he drags his lips up and down her arm. "is this still about getting inspiration for you?"

"maybe, but you're the best inspiration i've ever come across."

yeah i wanna write this, but i probably never will~

#hoseok x reader #bts #bts fluff #bts mafia au #bts gang au #bts au #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok smut

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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Reader who uses malicious compliance against Ghost and Soap?

She'll follow their rules, but she'll ask (borderline demand) they buy her expensive brand name clothes, products, electronics, et cetera. She'll only eat top of the line food products. She won't settle for anything less. They said they would get anything she wanted/needed if she asked, so she'll be their pet while also trying to use up all the money they have. Tries to be an expensive pet.

But. It gets to the point where she pushes too much and acts like a spoiled brat.

They at first let her get away with it. They want to spoil her, but the bratty attitude has to go. Johnny was happy at first at her compliance, but the bratty princess attitude steadily grated on his nerves. And Simon knew what she was doing, it wouldn't work, he wanted to see how far she would push, how far she'd try to take advantage of their love and generosity, but her attitude would need fixing now.

So they train their pet to have manners. Only good little pets get rewards for good attitudes.

And once they instill manners into her they'll have her crying out please, sir and thank you, sir over and over every night.

johnny is soooo happy when you first start asking for things. finally, a chance for him to properly pamper you like he's been promising he would! and he and ghost aren't ever running out of money (dont ask me why just pretend) so he doesn't even really notice when he starts spending like thousands a week. only the best for his girl, yeah? simon notices immediately though. watches you go online and scroll to the most expensive option, text johnny the link without even looking at it for more than a second.

and at first you do it as a "might as well be comfortable in my captivity" thing but then you're like... if i spend all their money will they get rid of me? the answer is no but you don't know that and it can't hurt to try.

but you get a little... spoiled about it. and you feel justified! if these psychos are going to keep you captive, the very fucking least they can do is buy you nice shit. you start getting pissy and offended if they don't want to get you something. a gucci purse is too much to ask for? you don't care that you don't go out so you don't have anywhere to take it, it's the principle of the thing!

"So they train their pet to have manners. Only good little pets get rewards for good attitudes." im actually just a corpse now thanks for that

make her get on her knees and ask real pretty when she wants something. has to look up at them and say "please, sir?" in a polite tone, like good girls do. makes her smile when she asks. jacks off on her face, paints her in cum then makes her ask again.

makes her thank them properly with a little worship when whatever it is arrives. a proper blowjob, one where she has to act like the dick she's sucking is the only thing in the world :/ simon or johnny lounging back in a recliner like a king while their pet thanks them with her mouth :/

#sometimes i get these asks where im like. i can't top this like what you sent me is perfect #but i gotta put down something or else the idea wont leave my head #so sorry if this is just repetitive and mediocre lmfao #asks and answers #dlmliyh

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find-roronoa-zoro · 6 months ago

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

"I'll be right back," you held up your index finger as Zoro closed the door to the den, "I need get my flats from my room."

"I could just come with you." he rumbled wrapping an arm around your waist keeping you from advancing up the staircase.

"Ah but then we might not leave." you chuckled tapping his nose.

He buried his flushed face in the crook of your neck, not expecting you to one up his innuendo, "hurry back."

Once released you made your way upstairs.

"Having fun, yoi?"

Zoro tensed and turned toward your older brother. Were they seriously lurking around every corner?

Yes.

"You guys always throw a good party." he replied with a shrug.

Marco crossed his arms over his chest glancing lazily over the younger male, "If this is some kind of cougar fetish..."

"No." Zoro cut him off.

"We're quite protective of F/N, yoi." his half lidded eyes trailed up the staircase.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." the younger nodded acknowledging the indirect threat.

Your older brothers weren't anyone he wanted to piss off.

"As long as we have an understanding." Marco gave his shoulder a firm pat and continued down the hall.

Zoro exhaled and turned hearing your quick steps.

"Did Marco need something?" you asked joining him.

"Nope." he answered.

"Ok..." you were sure Marco had said something rude but chose to let it go.

Once outside Zoro's fingers tangled with yours keeping you close to his warmth. Then you felt it, an insecure twinge as a multitude of gazes settled over the two of you.

"Care for a dance?" the greenette asked pulling you from your daze, "You'll have to lead though. I'm not very good."

You chuckled and nodded heading for the dance floor that was also lined with gas heaters. Zoro pulled you close resting his left hand on your hip while the right remained laced with yours, your other hand against his chest. The two of you swayed in small circles occasionally getting lost in each other's gaze.

It felt like you and he were the only two in existence while you giggled and chatted through the music.

"You surprised me." He admitted.

"How so?" you asked.

"Just didn't think I stood a chance." his hand moved to the small of your back pressing you closer to him.

"On the contrary Tiger, I don't think anyone else did."

He flushed lightly at your confident tone.

A large hand came down over Zoro's right shoulder gently halting your movements.

"May I cut in lad? This young lady owes me a dance."

Zoro frowned briefly before nodding and stepping back, "I'll be by the fire pit."

"Moment ruiner." you chuckled taking your father's hands.

"Forgive an old man who wants to dance with his only daughter." he rumbled.

"Always." you hugged Pops as he pulled you around the dancefloor.

"So, the moss haired brat?" he finally let his curiosity get the best of him.

"I think so." you chuckled meeting his golden gaze.

"As long as you're happy, lass." he rumbled.

"He's quiet but he's a good guy." your eyes found Zoro waiting patiently near the fire speaking to Robin and Perona.

"Glad I'm leaving you in capable hands." Pops murmured.

"Please don't talk like that. I understand it's inevitable but for tonight can I just pretend I'll have you forever?" you pressed your forehead against his massive chest.

"Of course you will, princess." he kissed the top of your head.

You had to fight tears at the use of your childhood nickname. It was incredibly rare for Pops to call you that, usually reserved to soften the blow of a heavy situation. He never thought you caught on, but you were a smart child. After you gathered your composure you went back to your normal teasing banter with the old man leaving you in small fits of laughter while your bothers and friends looked on.

_____________

Me: Happy Christmas!

Zoro: Merry Xmas

Zoro: Will I get to see you today?

Me: If that's what the lil tiger wishes...

Zoro: it is and please stop calling me that?

Me: I'll think about it

Me: do you want to come for dinner? Thatch and I are cooking there will be plenty.

Zoro: perfect. I'll be over around 5

"Are you going to help or keep grinning at your phone?" Thatch asked.

"After that make out session last night you can probably count her out for the day."

You frowned at your freckled brother.

"I'm gonna kill Sabo."

"We were all waiting for it to happen anyway." Thatch murmured, "It was cute how you pretended not to be into each other though."

"Everybody shut up," you groaned, "he's coming over for dinner and I'd like it if you guys didn't make a big deal out of it."

"Oooh ~" Ace sang, “Did you get him a gift?“

You felt your face heat up, "Yes. Now go check on Pops and get out of my business."

That morning you'd gathered in the den with Pops and unwrapped gifts, just like every year since your respective adoptions. Your father had given each of you a special family heirloom. You received a ring that belonged to his mother and had been passed down a few generations. Jewelry wasn't really your thing but this ring was gorgeous. It was simple but stunning and suited you perfectly, Pops had even had it resized for you.

During the present exchange you noticed Pops sighing and shifting often. The party the night before must have worn him out, so you made note to check on him more often today since there would be no hospice nurse.

The day carried on eventually Al and Nami arrived at the house exchanging gifts with the boys and even visiting Pops for a bit. Finally just after five the doorbell chimed. Knowing it was for you, you sprinted from the kitchen and stopped to collect yourself before calmly opening the door.

Looking up at the greenette with a teasing smirk, "You're la-"

He swiftly cut you off with a kiss and pulled away slowly to murmur an almost shy 'hello'. He couldn't help himself, you were so cute and all he'd been craving since the night before was another taste of your lips. You blushed, thankful no one was in the family room to tease you both.

"Sorry it took me longer than I thought. I had to make a stop on the way over." he held out a red and green striped bag.

#the one #one piece #x reader #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #shanks #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn

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shallow-life · 1 year ago

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Lily's the Princess and Frog video:

Lily: the movie doesn't need the Shadow man.

Me: Why? How?

Lily: Tiana is amazing but the plot keeps telling her give up her dreams and to settle down and have babies

Me: I thought her character arch was that while her hard work to achieve her and Father's dream is something to admire , Tiana needs to have a life outside of work?

You know the opposite of Naveen's arch which is not doing the hard work isn't going to get you what you want?

Lily: the only ppl who support her are Neveen and Lottie. Literally everyone is telling her to get married and have babies

Me: ...pretty sure her mother was supportive too. Just wanted Tiana to have life outside of work?

no other character is telling her to give up her dreams. Just that that can't be all to her life.

Lily: *gushes how cute Tiana and Neveen are*

Me:

Yes. Yes they are.

Lily: the shadow man is only there cause Disney tropes.

Me: again, you say the plot doesn't need him. But haven't made any suggestions on how the film could improved without him.

Lily: Lottie could be in love with Tianna. But I see them as friends.

Me:

...still not answering your orginal question

Lily: Disney could remake Princess and the Frog without the shadow man.

Me: ...how?

Lily: the first Disney live action that completely did it's own thing was Maleficent - and it's the best film Disney's made!

Me: ok, ignoring the "best film Disney ever made" thing...pretty sure the Jungle Book (1994) was the first Live action adaptation Disney did...and it didn't follow the 1961 cartoon.

You're also going to ignore the 1996 adaptation of 101 Dalmatians? Which while having lines form the cartoon, still did its own thing?

Come to think of it, Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland (2010) was the start of the new wave of live action remakes. Again, it did it's own thing outside the cartoon.

...you really don't do any sort of research don't you?

Lily: The Princess and the Frog has deeply mysoginstic themes

Me:

....You're saying this again? I don't think you understood the message of the film.

Like at all.

Lily: I just want fluff romance (shameless plug of TSR) and the princess and the frog could work as fluffy Romance without the Shadow man

Me: you still haven't answered how the film could be improved by his removal. Beyond more romance fluff.

Lily: that's all BYE!!!

Me:

#lily orchard #princess and the frog #bad media takes

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wordsofrowan · 11 months ago

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The Shadow Court

Chapter 13 - Things Done in the Shadows

"Hey, guys," Lila began, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "I've been pondering over this lately, and though it's difficult for me to say, I believe it's something that needs to be addressed."

Adrien's attention perked up as he settled into his seat, his curiosity piqued by Lila's intriguing opening line. He had a feeling that whatever she was about to say would rock the whole foundation of his world. The classroom buzzed with anticipation as all eyes turned towards Lila.

Lila took a deep breath, gathering her courage. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and uncertainty. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to proceed.

"Please understand that what I’m about to say is something I don't take lightly," Lila confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability. "But there's something that has been bothering me, something I believe needs to be brought to light for the safety of everyone involved."

Adrien's brows furrowed slightly, his mind racing with possibilities. What could Lila be alluding to? The tension in the room grew thicker as Lila's words hung in the air, waiting for a response, for someone to acknowledge the unspoken truths that lingered within their group.

As the silence stretched, Adrien's heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He knew that Lila was one to lie and fabricate stories but for some reason, her whole approach to this set him off, it felt too real too emotional to be one of her ploys.

Lila's voice broke the stillness, her words laced with a mix of regret and conviction. "I don't relish being the one to say this, but I believe it's time to expose Marinette's deceit and betrayal. It pains me to my core, but recent events have only reinforced my suspicions. She has been manipulating and deceiving all of you. Think about it, she’s constantly late or absent, she vanishes pretty much any time an akuma is around, and she, herself, has never been akumatized. And let us not forget her unwarranted hatred towards me, the best friend of Ladybug since the very beginning.”

Just as the tension reached its peak, Marinette, Chloe, and Felix entered the room, seemingly oblivious to Lila's speech. A wicked smirk played on Lila's face, relishing the perfect timing of their arrival. "In fact," Lila continued, her voice dripping with conviction, "I suspect that Marinette is none other than Shadow Moth, or at the very least, working alongside him."

Adrien didn't know how to feel. It couldn't be right? his perfect princess couldn't be Shadow Moth, but then again, she did keep trying to get Lila akumatized, Marinette has also been the reason several other people have been akumatized now that he thought about it. She was always disappearing when the akuma was around and would constantly be late or absent from group events and class.

The storm of rage engulfed her classmates, their voices transformed into thunderous roars of accusation, shaking the very foundations of her existence. But to the surprise of the class, Marinette remained unfazed, her resolve unshaken by their words.

"Shame on you!" The accusations crashed upon her like a tempest, attempting to break her spirit. Yet Marinette stood tall, a beacon of resilience in the face of their disappointment.

"We believed in you! Now it all makes sense!" The echoes of disillusionment and anger filled the air, seeking to erode her self-assurance. But Marinette's laughter cut through the chaos, a defiant response that defied their expectations.

"Lila has shown nothing but kindness to us all. You're just a vile bully! You’re so mean to her just so you could akumatize her and the rest of us!" The accusation pierced the room, aimed directly at Marinette's character. Yet, instead of crumbling under the weight of their judgment, she and her allies, Felix and Chloe, erupted into laughter.

Their laughter echoed, ricocheting off the walls, as Marinette's unwavering confidence radiated. It was a declaration that she refused to be defined by their accusations, that their words held no power over her.

As their laughter subsided, Felix wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Wow, if you really believe that, then you're all more dumbwitted than I thought," he said, his voice laced with amusement and disbelief.

Chloe joined in, her laughter blending with Felix's. "Seriously, you guys are too gullible. Can't you see how absurd these ridiculous rumors are?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Marinette, still wearing a confident smirk, chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, yes, of course. I've been secretly plotting against all of you serving as class president, your own personal seamstress, and baker, and doing every other menial task you all have asked of me. Quite the multitasker, aren't I?"

With that, Ms. Bustier entered the classroom, her presence commanding attention and bringing a sudden halt to the chaotic atmosphere. The students, still reeling from the accusations and the unexpected laughter that followed, were unsure of how to react in her presence. Whispers filled the room, eyes darting between classmates, as they silently processed the events that had unfolded just moments earlier.

As the students settled down, Ms. Bustier began the day's lessons with her usual enthusiasm, unaware of the tension that hung in the air. Her voice filled the room, her words carrying a sense of normalcy that provided a temporary respite from the turmoil that had consumed them. However, the lingering unease remained, casting a shadow over the classroom.

Marinette, Chloe, and Felix exchanged knowing glances as they continued to navigate the aftermath of the accusations. Marinette discreetly reached for her phone, her fingers swiftly typing a message to the group chat, informing Jay and Luka about the incident. Support and understanding flowed through the digital realm, providing a sense of solidarity beyond the confines of the classroom.

As the day progressed, the weight of the accusations gradually faded, replaced by the rhythm of lessons and the mundane tasks of academic life. The classroom became a stage for growth and resilience, each student grappling with their own emotions and perceptions, trying to make sense of the events that had transpired.

Eventually, the final bell rang, its melodious chime filling the classroom and signaling the end of another day. Marinette, Felix, and Chloe sat at their desks, taking their time packing their belongings, a deliberate act of defiance against the lingering tension that still hung in the air.

As the rest of the class filed out of the room, their footsteps fading into the distance, an unexpected figure approached their table. Adrien, his usually composed demeanor slightly wavering, stood before them, a mix of apprehension and determination etched across his face.

"Marinette, can I talk to you?" Adrien's voice was almost a whisper, barely audible amidst the silence of the empty classroom.

Marinette, never one to back down, raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with equal parts defiance and curiosity. "What do you want, Agreste?" She leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed as she met his gaze head-on.

Adrien's eyes flickered with a hint of vulnerability, a plea for understanding. "Alone, please?" he requested, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marinette's gaze shifted to Felix and Chloe, with a determined nod, she responded, "Anything you want to say to me, you can say it in front of Felix and Chloe."

Felix, sitting beside Marinette, leaned back in his chair, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, ready to support his friends in whatever way they needed. Chloe, ever the fierce protector, crossed her arms and fixed Adrien with a challenging stare, silently warning him that nothing would go unnoticed or unchecked.

Adrien's gaze wavered, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and regret as he looked down at the three people he had once cherished the most in the world. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the weight of his decision evident in every word. "I guess I came to tell you that I won't expose Lila's other lies to everyone, Now that I know the truth about you" Adrien admitted, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

Felix, unable to contain his anger, leaned forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he hissed out his words. "Wait, you're telling me he knew?" Felix's voice dripped with disbelief and disappointment.

Marinette, her voice dripping with venom, looked up from her nails, her gaze piercing through Adrien. "Oh, he knew, from the beginning, in fact," she said, her tone laced with a mixture of bitterness and disappointment. "And I'm not surprised you won't, Adrien. You've chosen your own image and the supposed 'greater good' over me and our friendship and the fact that you believe her now shows me everything I need to know about your character."

A heavy silence settled over the room as the weight of Marinette's words hung in the air. Adrien's eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse, realizing the magnitude of his choices and the consequences they had on their once unbreakable bond.

Marinette's voice softened, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding. "Tell me this, Adrien, you who have dubbed me the class's 'Everyday Ladybug,' do you really believe I would be working with Shadow Moth?"

Her words hung in the air, each syllable piercing Adrien's heart like a thousand tiny daggers. He felt his chest tighten, a knot of conflicting emotions forming within him. Adrien's gaze hardened, his eyes locking with Marinette's, his voice tinged with bitter resolve.

"Yes," he said, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and determination, "Why else would you always be absent during akuma attacks? Why have you never been akumatized? Why did you fight so fiercely to prove Lila wrong when taking the high road would have been so much easier?"

"She actually threatened me, did you know that?" Marinette said nonchalantly, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness. The words spilled from her lips, carrying the weight of the countless sleepless nights spent worrying about the safety of her loved ones. "Lila's words were like daggers, aimed at the heart of everything I hold dear. She promised to rip away the people I care about, to shatter the life I've built piece by piece."

Her voice quivered with a mix of anger and resignation as she continued, "But you know what? In a twisted way, I should thank her, funnily enough, Chloe said the same thing the other day I guess you had a point. Lila revealed the true colors of those around me, stripping away the masks of friendship to expose their hidden intentions. The betrayal stung, but it also opened my eyes to the genuine connections I have forged, the unwavering support of my true friends."

Marinette's words carried a sense of newfound strength, a resolve to rise above the turmoil caused by Lila's deceit. She refused to let the venom of her words poison her spirit, instead choosing to focus on the silver lining in this tangled web of lies.

"She may have tried to break me," Marinette said, her voice growing firmer with each word, "but she only served to strengthen my resolve. I will not let her darkness overshadow the light that shines within me. Lila's threats have ignited a fire within, fueling my determination to protect those I hold dear and to reclaim my life from the clutches of her manipulation."

Adrien's voice quivered with a mixture of pain and disappointment, each word laced with the weight of broken trust. "I can't trust you anymore, Marinette," he said, his voice cracking with a vulnerability that mirrored the shattered fragments of their once unbreakable bond. The words hung in the air, like an invisible barrier separating them. "Not after all the lies you've told. You're a hypocrite. You manipulated us." Adrien said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. The accusations echoed through the empty space, punctuating the void that had formed between them.

Marinette's laughter echoed through the room, a haunting sound that sent shivers down Adrien's spine. Her once bright eyes now held a cold emptiness as she towered above him. With a mixture of disdain and disappointment, she uttered each word with precise venom, "You're nothing Agreste, just a pitiful pathetic coward," she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. As she gracefully rose from her seat, her movements were filled with a newfound confidence. "Can you believe it? I actually thought I loved you at one point. How foolish and misguided I was." Her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Adrien stunned and unable to find a response.

"Oh, please," Adrien retorted, his voice laced with skepticism as he shot a piercing gaze at Marinette. "Do you really think I'm naive enough to buy into your web of lies now, Marinette? Don't bother trying to gain my sympathy; it's an act that falls flat." His words were filled with a mix of disbelief and disappointment, a raw emotion that lingered in the air. With a final suspicious glance, Adrien turned on his heel and left the classroom, leaving Marinette, Felix, and Chloe standing there.

Chloe's incredulous voice filled the room as she struggled to comprehend the situation. "Has he always been this painfully dense and oblivious?" she exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

Felix, standing nearby, couldn't help but shake his head, a mix of amusement and exasperation evident in his expression. "Unfortunately, yes," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "His obliviousness seems to know no bounds."

Marinette, unable to resist chiming in, let out a sigh of frustration. "It's like he's actively getting dumber with each passing day," she remarked, a touch of sarcasm lacing her words.

With a mischievous grin, Chloe took charge, eager to share the amusing spectacle with their friends. "Well, let's not keep Gami, Jay, and Lulu waiting. They'll absolutely love hearing about this," she declared, leading the way as they all walked out of the room, anticipation building for the laughs and teasing that awaited them in the company of their group.

XoXO Rowan

#writing #spilled ink #miraculous au #miraculous fandom #marinette deserves better #akuma class salt #chloe redemption

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softersinned-arc · 2 years ago

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Little princess prompts a laugh, uneven and hiccuping though it is, and she lets her hand fall from her mouth to rest against his chest, fingers curling possessively in the fabric of his shirt. Astoria hesitates, trying to sort out what to say to all of this—it's a fine line to walk, giving him the information he needs without giving him anything that could come back to bite him in the ass. He has a son to think about, too, and her thoughts fall on Abel in the NICU, how small he'd been the few times she saw him, the grip of his little fist around her finger while she sang him nonsense songs as Jax and the doctors discussed his progress.

She's about to get into it when she catches a few words clear as day—so, you didn't kill anybody, right? It prompts another laugh, this one nervous and humorless, and she clears her throat, flattens her palm against his chest and pushes gently, just enough that they can meet each other's eyes. "I'll answer any questions you have," she says slowly, hand coming back to her lips, fingernail resuming its earlier movement. "And I'll tell you anything you want to know, but you have to say you want to know it. I'm not doing anything that might come back to haunt you, not without you knowing exactly what you're signing up for.

"Some of it's a matter of public record. Most isn't, but—mm. I moved to London when I was fourteen. I was living with my godparents, at the time. I'd only stayed with my mother until I was seven, but she didn't want a kid, and it was clear. My father didn't know about me until I was about twenty. So from my mother, I went to my grandparents, and just before I turned fourteen my grandmother died. And my grandfather, he wasn't—he wasn't right, for a little while after that. So when my godparents offered to take me, they managed to convince him, along with my mother, that this was the best for everybody."

She shivers, though not from cold; it's simply an unpleasant story to tell, and as much as she would love to sink into him and beg for comfort, she thinks that if she's touched, she'll fly into a thousand pieces. "For a few months it was fine, and then it wasn't. I was a pretty teenager," she says suddenly, and her expression twists into something almost animal, eyes burning with fury, lips drawn back in a snarl. She settles after a breath, but the hand at her mouth stills and her other hand clenches into a fist, fingernails digging viciously into her palms. "Delicate. Smaller than I am now. And it was clear I came from money. At first I didn't know what was happening, not really, but cops, they don't stop girls who look like I did to search their bags. And suddenly Evander and Elyssa got in with people who hadn't looked twice at them before."

She feels her fingernails pierce the skin of her palm, leaving bloody crescent moons behind, and she lowers both hands and stretches her fingers wide. All that does is make it visible when they start to shake, and she crosses her arms over her chest again, gripping the fabric at her sides as though she's clinging for her life. "If I asked questions, or I said no to something, it—went badly. So I learned to be obedient, and the other thing about girls who look like me is that if you're quiet and you don't give anyone reason to think there's anything in that pretty head, they don't—they don't really pay attention. And they say an awful lot more than they should. I was fifteen when I graduated from delivery girl to bait. I didn't look like a threat, and Evander had a temper, even when I didn't talk back, so they could use me to get someone's guard down if, say, somebody didn't pay back money owed, or sold subpar product." She pauses, then clears her throat, and her voice is thicker when she speaks again.

"I'm only saying this because it's all part of my legal record. Things escalated." She smiles suddenly, crooked and tired. "That—" She tightens her arms around herself, and her fingers press against the scar on her back, before she tips her head to that side. "Wasn't a bar fight like I said. They stitched me up after. I was seventeen. And not too long after that healed, it got worse, and I ended up with a compound fracture in my left elbow that needed surgery. The doctors obviously suspected something, but they didn't do anything at that point, not yet. And when I got home—"

She pauses again, casts him an inscrutable look. "This is on the record, too. See, they were starting to rack up their own debts, and things were getting tense. And one morning I come into the kitchen and Evander, he's dead." Her voice has changed, now—it's dispassionate, detached, even cold. "The coroner said it was rat poison. When the police got there Elyssa was gone and I had a few new injuries to show for it. When Elyssa's things were searched, and it lead to a few arrests with her colleagues, it seemed pretty clear she'd done it. Deal with some of that debt by eliminating anyone she had to split her take with."

She clears her throat, and she offers him a listless shrug, but her gaze is steady and sharp. "I mean, what malnourished teenager in a sling could manage all of that on her own? And I guess I seemed pretty pathetic, because after a few minutes of talking to me they'd eliminated me as a suspect. I was a witness. I couldn't tell them much. And my grandfather came to London, and I went back to school and spent ages in therapy and going to support groups, and Elyssa never turned up." She pauses. "And then four months ago she was standing across the street when I left my apartment building. Took me two days to get a good enough look to see it was her, and then another two days to finish packing everything and getting the documentation I needed to be Astrid Vogel. My grandfather wants me back because he's worried and he loves me, but—well, you can't let slip information you don't have. If he gets a call, I don't doubt she'll find out about it. And then it's a matter of time before she's here."

Astoria's quivering hand settles against his chest again, and she pushes herself away from the sink and closer to him. "Anything change yet? I won't hold it against you if it has. You didn't sign up for all of this."

the ride back to his house gives jax a little time to think about anything but the implications of one piece of paper. red’s arms were around his waist. wind was flowing through his hair. it’s tempting to forget the house and just keep driving. drive up and down the coast until whatever’s bothering her is nothing but a distant memory. unfortunately, by all implications, what she’ running from could come chasing after so riding off into the sunset would only push off the inevitable. still, there’s an ache in his chest that trembles up to his face as if his own set of tears were going to stream down his cheeks. easy to be strong to her face. harder when he knew she wasn’t looking.

truth be told, he’d wanted the figurative ride-or-die for as long as he could remember. for a time, he thought that was tara. someone he could turn to no matter what. the rock he could hold onto through all the storms and the shelter to hide beneath when he couldn’t hold his own umbrella anymore. he didn’t want to be opie. as much as he loved his best friend, that relationship with donna hurt him right down to his soul. anytime he got close to that house there was nothing but screaming. either it was bills or it was the club.

jax didn’t want that. especially with abel around.

once inside the house, he tosses the keys onto the center of the wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. black leather gloves are pulled off finger by finger and set on top, mostly out of habit. since he’s not sure how or how long the conversation’s going to go he turns the corner to head into the master bedroom. kutte off and set on the bed to be dealt with later, leaving him in the white shirt with SONS emblazoned across his chest.

two letters pulls him back down the hall, towards the sound of running water. much like he had back in the office at the shop, jax walks up to the counter between the cabinets and leans against the edge. he still had no idea where his emotions were going to settle. at that particular moment he wasn’t angry in the least. well, not at astrid. he was plenty fucking pissed at stahl but that was a different thing entirely.

again, all jax can think about is the idea of her leaving. nights he’d wake up cold and alone because she left just as fast as she’d arrived. it’s even weird that hale chooses that moment to pop into his head and the blonde just knows the other member is going to be just as distraught. maybe even moreso. but, he wasn’t going to beg someone to stay if they didn’t want to and he certainly wasn’t going to ask if it was going to put her at risk.

walls slowly start erecting around him. emotions curl in on themselves as if able to make some kind of defensive shield around his heart. the biker’s arms come up to cross over his chest. teeth gently bite down on his bottom lip. he listens, mostly by focusing on one of the table legs but he is, in fact, listening to every word. there’s a protective huff beating against the bubble he’s made around himself. thinking all the different things ends badly could really mean and again he goes back to the office where she’d mentioned she wasn’t a fugitive. nothing legal was going to land at her feet. then, what?

and still, by the end of everything, jax can’t find it in himself to be upset with her. should he be? he has no idea since he’d come into this with a gut feeling there was a secret. then again, everyone had those.

i’m not telling you now because i want something from you…

which takes him back to tara and asking why the fuck the doc came all the way back to charming when she hated it here. he’d accused her, one way or another, of wanting something. this felt miles different, though. the tears, the foot tapping. jax has seen enough displays of emotion to understand this was real. both the fear and the sadness were very real, which helps him unfurl a little. his arms uncross and he closes the little distance between them to take astrid’s cheeks between his hands. one kiss gently lands on a cheek, then he moves to the other side for another.

“ the way you rolled into town, i figured something was up. you never once held a gun to my hand and forced me to stay, “ his head tilts to the side to make sure she’s hearing him. “ i’ve wanted this. i’ve wanted you, red. none of this changes that. “ as he tries to take in her facial expressions, he’s still trying to work out everything she’d said. “ so, you’re running from, what? grand daddy’s money? he’s upset little princess ditched town? “ realizing what he said and how it could be taken, jax leans forward to bump the tip of his nose against hers. “ i’m sorry. i didn’t mean it that way. i guess i just don’t understand all of it. you said you’re not a fugitive and that’s the part i keep getting stuck on. so, you didn’t kill anybody, right?. what was so bad you had to run? i’m not asking for specifics here. i’m just not getting the part of why he’d fight so hard to get you back. “

#gaveldefy #thread: gaveldefy002 #tw: abuse #tw: murder #(even the version with plausible deniability boils down to 'so one time i totally didn't commit homicide. wink. wink.')

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luveline · 2 years ago

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Hi hi hi!! You're legit one of my fave fic writers on this site so you DEF deserve all the followers. Congrats! For your celebration, can you write a fluffy blurb about reader running into a toxic ex at a party and she is triggered, and new bf Eddie comforts her and helps her feel safe? I had this happen to me and nobody was there to help me and things didn't go well. I'd like a redo of the whole scenario with our beautiful boy Eddie. Ty ty ily!

thank you ily!! for you, eddie comforting you after you bump into your cruel ex

When you find Eddie again he's already looking for you, a familiar metal lunchbox dangling from loose fingers. You slink between friends and duck under arms in doorways until he catches sight of you and meets you halfway, reaching out automatically. You let him slide an arm over your shoulder and plaster on your best approximation of a smile.

His bare forearm warms your neck and settles the worst of your unrest.

"Are you cold? You're shaking pretty badly," he says, arm curling around your neck as he pulls you closer. His happy-to-see-you smile fades and is replaced by a soft concern. "Have you been crying?"

You blink quickly. "No, I-" You'd welled up a little before you found him again from how overwhelmed you'd felt, but you hadn't cried. "I think my allergies are acting up."

He starts to lead you down the hallway. "Yeah?" He moves his arm lower to encourage you in front of him, having to walk single file to manoeuvre the crowd haunting the porch.

The cool night breeze kisses your flushed face. Eddie takes the crook of your elbow into his hand and keeps you close as you drift down the driveway. You're quiet, walking in a strange silence until the loud music and louder smells are a memory behind you.

Eddie turns you to face him gently. "What happened?" he asks.

"Nothing."

"You don't look very happy."

You smile as best you can, a wide, half-honest thing. It's easy to smile at him, for him. "I'm good. Did the deal go okay?"

"It went fine."

His arm slides up until his thumb is pressed into the soft skin of your inner arm. When he rubs a line there it tickles. You can't help but curve in on yourself as he does. A more genuine smile takes shape at the feeling.

Eddie steps closer and inclines his head to yours. "You really won't tell me?"

You look behind him. Flickering rainbow lights bleed into the night sky, the house itself hidden by tall hedges. If you listen, you can hear partygoers chanting but the music they're singing to is imperceptible. Eddie follows your gaze.

"Do you want to go back?" he asks.

"No." The intensity of your answer has his head snapping to yours.

He stares at you. "Did someone touch you?"

He seizes up at your expression and you're quick to jump in and reassure him. "Eddie, nobody touched me." He doesn't look convinced.

"Can I… stay over?" you ask. Mostly to distract him, though you’d been hoping he’d ask.

He drops down onto his knees. You gasp, startled, but quickly find your surprise eaten up by amusement as he pulls your hands toward him and looks up at you pleadingly. “Please, baby. I need you to spend the night. I’ll die if I have to take you home when you look like that.” His eyes couldn’t be more heart-shaped.

You laugh and pull at his hands. “Eds, get up. Oh my god.”

“Princess, I’m on my fucking knees here. You gotta say you’ll come over. If I don’t see you in your pajamas tonight, I’m not gonna make it.”

“Stop! I asked if I could come!”

He kisses the back of your hand. “I know,” he says into your skin, “you beat me to it. S’annoying.”

You look at each other.

“Get up,” you murmur.

Eddie stands and throws his arms over your shoulders unexpectedly, the metal lunchbox digging into your shoulder. You’re more than happy to have him close, hiding your face in the dark mess of his hair to breathe in his smell, hands curling into the front of his shirt.

He kisses the side of your face. He’s waiting, you can tell.

“I saw my ex. He was… mean.”

His arms tighten. His every word is said clearly, carefully. “He say something to you?”

“No, not now. When I was with him. Seeing him made me feel sick. It made me…” You press your nose to his shoulder and wrap your arms around his back. You’re glad he can’t see you when you admit, “It made me feel like I used to.”

He makes a sound at the back of his throat, an unhappy hum. His lips to your hair, he asks, “Do you want to go home?” You think it might be him asking if you need your honour defended. You can almost imagine it, Eddie red-knuckled and fierce.

Almost.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie kisses your forehead as you pull away, your hand and your arm as you climb up into the van. He leans over the console once he’s in the driver's side to to kiss your lips chastely, the kind of kiss that says everything he hasn’t aloud: I’m here. I’m with you.

“Do you wanna get pizza on the way?” he asks.

You beam at him. “Yes.”

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marvelsswansong · 2 years ago

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Elo!

Is it okay if you can write a fic where Eddie comforts the Fem! Reader who is hyperventilating or is pretty anxious? Then in order to comfort the Reader, Eddie’s sings to her their favorite song together while cupping her face in his hands. Eddie also accepts the moniker "My Little Rockstar" that the Reader calls him a lot which he didn't like at first, but, it turns out he really does and as he was comforting her, Eddie calls himself that which helped calm the reader more 🥺

That would all, hope it's doable, its okay if it isn't!

Thank you still, author 💖

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, anxiety ridden reader, descriptions of anxiety/panic attack so tw, Eddie being a good and sweet bf, pure fluff

☆ word count: 1.1K+ ☆

a/n: OMFG "my little rockstar" ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT IS SO FUCKING CUTE YES OFC ANON. Also please disregard the fact that the song used in this fic didn't come out till like the late 80's.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Knowing how bad your anxiety can get, Eddie has created codes for you to send in order for him to know when it's starting to worsen.

Three taps on his wrist mean you need fresh air. He's quick to abandon the conversation in the loud noisy bar and to dismiss his bandmates who insist that he stay for the after-show drinks, pulling you gently by your hand and bringing you outside. It's freezing, you can see your breath coming out in white puffs of air. Eddie instantly sheds his leather jacket, placing it over your shoulders whilst wrapping his arms around your neck.

The loud music from the bar fades into the background as you focus on your breathing, alongside Eddie's right in your ear, your heartbeat slowing down as your anxiety settles.

Wrapping your pinkie around his is a sign that you want to get out of this current conversation and away from whoever is talking to you. When Eddie feels your pinky finger lace around his, he blurts out an excuse to whoever you two are speaking to and brings you to another place. He then cradles your face gently and asks if you need anything else: water, to sit down, to count the trees or cars passing by.

But sometimes, when the trigger is unexpected, there isn't time for signs like these. For you to reach over to Eddie and get his attention.

It's a loud house party. It's Steve's birthday and you'd be damned if you missed your best friend's birthday party just because you're feeling a little more anxious than usual today. Steve, being the social butterfly he is, greets you and Eddie warmly by the door before accepting your gifts gracefully and then turning to greet another group of people already walking through the door.

You recognize some of the faces, sure - Robin and Nancy are playing beer pong, Jonathan is pouring himself some fruit punch, Eddie is holding your hand. But there's a lot more faces you don't recognize.

"Hey, I'm going to get a drink. Do you want any?" Eddie questions, pointing to the kitchen counter. You shake your head sideways.

"No, I'm okay. I think I need to sit down though, these heels are killing me." you groan as he laughs, patting your head affectionately.

"Alright, princess. Why don't you sit down on that sofa and I'll be back in a minute?"

"Okay."

You're sitting down on the sofa for no less than three seconds when a couple crashes down onto the empty spot next to you, making out messily as the drink in the girl's hand splashes down your front. The sticky red substance has stained your blouse and you sigh angrily, standing up and looking for Eddie. Except he's no longer there by the kitchen counter.

Before you know it, the house is spinning, the music seems infinitely louder as the walls start closing in. You're not even sure if you're walking in a straight line as you stumble through the house, desperate to find an exit or a familiar face, but nothing. Every hallway is packed with people you don't know dancing right against each other, the bright flashing lights blind you, and you still can't see Eddie anywhere.

You manage to stumble into an empty bathroom and slam the door shut behind you, chest heaving and bile rising to your throat. You feel sick, your palms are sweating and your head hurts. It feels as if someone is playing a never ending loop of a high pitch frequency, the noise jarring and sharp in your ears. Your vision's blurred through your tears as you sink to your knees, legs up against your chest and you're not sure how much time has passed when the door opens again and someone's hands cradle your face.

"Princess, please look at me-"

Eddie's voice sounds muffled, like he's speaking under water. You barely manage to lift your heavy head to look at him.

"That's my good girl. Can you- can you focus on me?"

You're staring at him but your eyes are still glazed over, your breaths still heavy. It makes Eddie's eyes widen in alarm as he locks the door behind him and sits down right across from you, mind racing with thoughts on how to calm you down.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me..." he begins to softly sing under his breath, moving closer towards you.

Your shaking starts to slow, your breaths evening out as he continues to sing, his cool metal rings against your cheek as he cradles your face.

"Reminds me of childhood memories... where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky."

His voice is cutting through the loud ringing in your head, your vision clearing bit by bit as you try your best to focus in on his singing.

"Now and then when I see her face... she takes me away to that special place."

You're left to blink at your boyfriend's concerned but sweet gaze as a small smile creeps onto his face.

"And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry."

He pauses, noticing that you seem to be more calm now.

"You with me, princess?" he asks and you carefully nod.

"Yeah. Uh, sorry about that."

"I've told you a million times, angel - you never have to apologize about your anxiety attacks."

He pulls you into a hug, your face right against his chest as he gently runs a hand down your back. It's a bit of an uncomfortable position to be in in this crammed bathroom, with Eddie's back against the door and you awkwardly sitting on his lap.

But his slow and gentle heartbeat is providing you all the comfort you need.

"That was... pretty impressive. How you sang our favorite song to pull me back to reality." you mumble. His chest reverbates with a chuckle.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're my little rockstar."

You expect him to gasp dramatically or pout like he's always done the previous times you've called him that - for him to cross his arms haughtily and insist that he's "a big boy rockstar" instead. But this time, he just nods, continuning to stroke your back.

"You're not gonna complain?" you ask, surprised.

"Nah. If being your little rockstar helps me help you then... I guess I'm your little rockstar."

He has a dopey grin on his face and you can't help but press a chaste kiss on his lips, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. He moans into it, before a new thought pops into his mind and he quickly adds on another comment.

"BUT one rule about that."

You raise your eyebrows.

"Yeah?"

"No calling me that in front of the kids. If Mike or god forbid, Dustin, gets their hands on that nickname... I'll never hear the end of it."

And Eddie was right - once you accidentally let it slip a month later, the boys refused to call Eddie by his real name for two weeks straight.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine

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sn4pdr4g0n · 3 years ago

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protective;soft dom wilbur smut?

afab and she her prns pls

“it’s like you’re dating them or something”

if you could base the plot off of that quote I would really appreciate that thank you ily /p

"It's like you're dating them or something"

Ily2 anon <3 /p

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Upon entering your shared apartment, you sigh quietly, looking at Wilburs tense form. "I don't get why you were so irritable for the whole night."

"You know why..." he pushes you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him and slipping off his shoes. "Can you get on the bed for me, love?"

You slip your heels off and sit in front of the pillows, arms crossed over you chest and a slight pout on your lips. "It was just a fun night out with friends. I get that Lisa can drink a little too much sometimes but it's a nightclub, it's what you're supposed to do."

"Are you also supposed be all over other men as well? It's like you're dating him!" Wilburs hands wrap around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he settles on the bed.

"I didn't mean to make you upset, Wil, but-" his lips pressed against yours softly, teeth biting gently at your bottom lip making you gasp slightly. Rough hands tugged up your dress and bunched it round your hips. You quickly get the message and start undoing his belt, pulling away from the kiss panting quietly not wanting Wilbur to know how he leaves you breathless.

"You know what to do, don't you, baby?" He teases, pressing your hands against his growing chub, "show me that you don't want anyone else, love, and I'll show you that you don't need anyone else." Hastily, you nod, spitting in your hand and slowly dragging it up and down his dick, teasing him. "My pretty princess would never tease me, would you." He grins, a pink blush dusting his cheeks.

"I wouldn't dare," you tease back, letting saliva drip from your mouth and onto his cock. Gaining pace you hear Wilbur groan above you, his hands grabbing at your wrist and pulling you off. "What was that for? I wasn't done."

"Sit back, baby, I told you that you didn't need anyone else now I'll prove it." Your panties were tugged down and tossed aside, quickly forgotten as Wilbur's fingertips traced soft circles over your clit.

"Wilbur, c'mon," you start to plead, not quite giving in yet.

"I'd you want something you have to ask for it." He chided, fingers just dance over your heat, not enough but everything at the same time.

"Please fuck me, Wil." He was quick to obey, his middle and ring finger slipping inside of you and his thumb resting on your clit, pressing against the swelling nub.

"Of course baby, since you're asking so nicely." His fingers pump in and out of you, letting your fluids drip down onto the bedsheets. His other hand kept you hips steady and keeping them from bucking up towards him.

Wilbur fingers pull from you, leaving you empty, but only for a moment as you feel something thicker lining up against your entrance.

"Can I?" He asks, tone sugary sweet.

"Please." You gasp loudly as he pushes in, the stretch aches in the best way possible and you head rolls back against the headboard.

"Eye's on me, love." His pace is steady but harsh, leaving you grasping at the bedsheets. "Remind me who you belong to."

"You, Wilbur," you whimper out, slick lewd noises filling the room in-between your loud moans.

"Only me?" The brunettes lips suck at your neck, littering bruises over your collar bones.

"You, only you, Wilbur, just you," you babble nonsensically, hands finding Wilburs hair, wrapping the curls tightly between your fingers and tugging.

"Good, you just mine, all mine and no one else's," He murmers against your skin, rhythm faltering as he gets closer to cumming. His thumb draws tight figure eights into your clit, driving you further towards the edge. "My good girl, all for me. Doing so good."

"I'm gonna cum, Wil," you groan out, rolling your hips back against his thrusts, whining louder as he pinches your nipples and gropes at your breasts.

"Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock," you let yourself fall over the cliff, riding out your orgasm as Wilbur pulls out and cums on your stomach and thighs. "No one can do this to you can they, love?"

"Only you, Wilbur."

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Hope this is what you wanted Anon!

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