#edward brain like 'no please look at me again-'

[taesanluv3r]

in my daydreams.

han taesan x reader

yn mentally escapes from her physics class, losing herself in the scenarios in her head (in other words, yn is delusional), follow along her train of thoughts as she crushes hard on her classmate. lowercase intended, cuss words. pls ignore any grammar or spelling errors! enjoyy

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"the law of the conservation of energy states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. that being said..."

i drowned him out after that - my physics teacher, i mean - i drowned it all out. it wasn't my fault though, it was all on him. it was his fault. this is all han taesan's fault.

what did he do exactly? well...nothing. the truth is he never does anything! and that's exactly it. he does absolutely nothing and i still find myself constantly stealing glances at him. at his stupid face, his idiotic light brown eyes, his dumb smile, and his perfectly white pearly teeth...and his honey-like voice...his hair that turned a light brown against the sun...his...ugh!

god fucking dammit

as i sit here, in physics class - which, by the way, i absolutely despise physics class - i can't help but be distracted. just look at him! sitting there, right next to the window...i wouldn't be shocked if a bird distracted itself from it's flock and came flying right through it, if i were a bird i know i would. there was a singular pen in his hand, one of those expensive pens with his name engraved on it - probably a gift from his dad, he's always mentioning his dad. anyways, the pen spun against his fingers, his long and lanky fingers...sometimes i can't help but wonder what they'd feel like between my own; would they warm me up? or would it only feel that way because i'd be blinded by the affection? the pen smacked against his knuckles, they're red now from the friction. then the spinning stopped, and i watched as he began jotting words down in his lined notebook - guess there are notes i should be taking.

my chin rested on the palm of my hands and i look away from him for a moment. i sigh, who turned the air conditioner down? why is it always freezing in physics class? as i pondered, my eyes fell shut - lucky for me, i sat at the very back of the room, a spot the professor's poor eyesight can't reach. i felt my shoulder slouch as i relaxed into the uncomfortable chair, in a second i'm gone.

my mind's blank, but only just for a moment before i'm met with images of him again. seriously, i can't even rest for a moment without his face all up in my business? can't he leave my brain alone? please? i'm saying this like i hate it, but truly i don't - i can't. it's hard for me to hate something i really love more than anything. so, instead of trying to rid of his figure in my mind, my unconscious soul walks towards him.

mmm, i can almost taste him. a sweet smell that i can never put my finger on - i mean, it's woody, like a deep foggy forest...but it almost smells like freshly baked cookies from my grandma's kitchen. it's his scent though, that much i can tell you. he glows in my dreams, like edward cullen - minus the whole vampire thing, my fantasies aren't that weird, he just glowed like one. he looks right at me, this is something that truly only happens in my head. his eyes are so soft, yet there's a cat-like charm to them that makes my stomach turn.

"yn"

he calls out to me, his voice the most hypnotic noise. the figure of myself follows him, an arm linked with mine as he traces his other hand against my face. it wasn't real, but it sure felt like it, i could feel the strange sensation of butterflies in my stomach - it felt so real, i could just throw up. and then he leans in, he never kisses me though. he just pauses there, looking me in the eyes like we were in the middle of some sort of a highly prestigious staring contest. to be honest, if he weren't so insanely gorgeous, i'd think him a creep.

"yn!"

he calls out again, though it's a bit loud for the close proximity that we're in. and he sounded strange...he almost sounds like...my...

physics teacher?

fuck.

"huh? present! um-" i could feel the gazes of my classmates piercing through my skin. "yn, would you like to share with the class what you were daydreaming about?" oh, prof...you know damn fucking well i can't do that...

my teacher said something else, he's probably scolding me or saying something utterly ridiculous to embarrass me in front of my friends, i don't know though, it's not like i listened. i couldn't stop myself from wondering, what if i had just told it straight? what if i had answered my professor's stupid question with an even more dimwitted answer? 'what were you daydreaming about?' and i'd just get up from my seat and scream at the top of my lungs

"taesan"

huh...?

the name that escaped my teacher's tongue brings me back to reality, again. i'm paying full attention now. "taesan...you will be paired with...ah, look at that..." c'mon old man, quit stalling. i don't even know why we're making pairs right now, but i need to know what idiot he has to work with so i can turn them into the enemy in my fantasies and- "our very own daydreamer..." wait, did he say daydreamer? that can only mean one thing...i mean, unless someone else has been referred to as a daydreamer before.

"taesan, your pair is yn. i wish you luck"

ignoring the last bit of the sentence, which was an obvious kick at my lack of physics enthusiasm, i was almost overjoyed. fuck, this might be the actual only time i might like doing something related to this class.

i watched as taesan nodded, his lips were pursed together - i wonder if he was upset...i mean if i were as hot as him, i'd be well over pissed if i was paired with me - no offence. but as i was thinking that, he turned around in his seat to look at me - and i mean actually look at me! and as if this wasn't already a dream come true, he smiled at me! does he know how absolutely insane this drives me?! i mean, quick! somebody pinch me! pinch me and tell me it's fake!

i must've been lost in my head again because the next time i opened my eyes i almost died of shock. low and behold, han taesan right in front of me - like, inches away from me.

"don't know if you know, but we're pairs..." i can't believe it he's actually talking to me! my eyes must've gone wide, and my mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. he laughed at me. he laughed at me. you know that kind of stupid laugh a guy does when he just knows he's causing some sort of chemical reaction in my body right now - or as i like to call it, the absolutely shit-eating asshole laugh.

he's so lucky he's hot.

"lucky for you..." he said, turning the chair from the table in front of mine around to sit and face me. "i actually listened in class, so you don't have to - i know, i know, no need to thank me" asshat, but i can't help the feeling of a fluttering flower blooming in the very depths of my body - lower abdomen, to be specific. i still haven't spoken a word to him - i mean, i'd love to, but i just couldn't seem to.

"so the whole point of this project is to explain everything about motion" i know of other things that could be put into motion...what? ew! yn, get your head out of the gutter! i'm sorry, sir isaac newton definitely did not die for this.

"listen, you're cute and all, but can we save the rest of the daydreaming for later? i kind of need to pass this physics class" he's right, i should stop, this is inappropriate and not very cool of me- wait...did he call me cute?!?!?? ME? CUTE?

"you there?" i finally get myself together. "uh- oh! yeah, sorry about that...what're we doing again?" i just know i looked like an absolute fool. and i swear to whatever being that i was trying to stay professional and calm, but when he laughs and when he smiled at me with that stupid dumbass fucking idiot smile of his, i just can't seem to think straight.

i may not know much about physics, but i know one thing for sure. and it's that for as long as i, yn ln, have to work together with him, han taesan...

i'm completely and utterly so fucking cooked.

the end.

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i never really write in this pov but i kinda love this 🫢 hope u guys did too!! yn is so me when i have a crush on someone - it's always like i almost hate them so much because of how much i like them lmao 😭 tysm for reading! love, kona.

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[putuponpercy]

ooughh some shippy related ramble because I am super soft atm for previously unrequited 2x3 becoming requited

with Henry being pretty much head over heels for over a decade now he's trying so so hard to put his feelings behind him and just be a good friend for Edward and has to catch himself from longing gazes or lingering touches so he doesn't make him uncomfortable or anything MEANWHILE Edward's silently longing for those things but he firmly believes that he screwed up his chances years ago and that Henry's moved on by now and he's steadily losing his mind trying to supress his own feelings because he doesn't want to bring back any unnecessary hurt he probably caused years ago but he can't see it he just can't see just how much he means to Henry but it's always been Edward always has always will and I'm just-

[harringtonstilinski]

Armageddon It - Eddie Munson (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 6,537 Warnings: fluff, squint super hard for angst, mentions of a jealous chrissy, Requested: no | yes; i'm gonna say yes on this. it's really a challenge i'm doing with @stevesxyellowxsweater! Smut (Minors DNI): no | yes, 18+; oral (f receiving), protected m+f, let me know if i missed anything A/N: Hi, friends! After about 4 or so months of writing, SHE'S FINALLY HERE!! Also, The Upside Down doesn't exist in this, bye! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“Edward Wayne!!”

A smirk crossed your friend's face, his eyes never leaving the neck of his Sweetheart, his guitar. “Yes?”

Your body stood in the doorway of his room, a boisterous laughter coming from the living room. “You’re in fucking trouble.”

“Why is Wayne laughing?” He won’t lie, it was nice hearing his uncle laughing like he was. Eddie hadn’t heard him laugh like that in a long time.

“Because you’re in fucking trouble.”

Chuckling, he set his guitar down. “Okay, sweets. What’s up?”

“Can you please tell me why the hell everyone at that godforsaken video store has asked me about your hips?” Crossing your arms, you gave him the most seriously stern face you could muster, leaning your weight on one of your legs, an eyebrow raised.

Wayne laughed harder, which made Eddie cackle, his head thrown back. “And how were my hips?”

“Eddie!” you chastised. “What the fuck?” Holding your arms out to the side, you scoffed. “Do you realize what people are insinuating?”

“That we’ve had sex?”

“Hey now!” Wayne said. “Let’s not talk like that.” You heard a small squeak before the front door opened. “I’ll sit on the porch if you wanna have that talk.” He chuckled on his way out.

Sitting on his bed with your back facing Eddie, you sighed and dropped your head into your hands. “Eddie! We can’t have people thinking we’re fucking. It’s not right.”

A sort of sad look crossed Eddie’s features, his eyes casting downward, looking at a random spot on the back of your shirt. “I’m sorry, sweets.”

Sighing again, you removed your hands, turning to bring your leg up on the bed, bending it at the knee. Looking at Eddie with a somber look, you took his features. Bringing up a hand, you cupped his cheek, his eyes casting up to look into yours. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it. It literally took me by surprise.”

“Just so you know,” Eddie said, seriousness in his eyes. “I didn’t start that rumor. It had to have been someone else.”

Thinking it over for a moment, you wracked your brain about who could’ve started the rumor, coming to the conclusion with a sigh, dropping your hand to a hard but soft surface as you closed your eyes. “Fucking Cunningham.”

“Chrissy started that rumor?”

Standing from his bed, you started pacing the length of the mattress, hands in your hair. “Jealous fucking ex is what she is. God, I can’t stand her. We’ve been out of school for, what? Two years?”

“You’ve been out for two, I’ve been out for one.”

“Whatever! Gah- I can’t believe she’d want to spread a rumor like that! Who does she think she is?! Miss fucking Priss, is what she is!” You were ranting so fast and almost way too loud that you didn’t notice Eddie standing in front of you until you felt hands on your shoulders, stopping your pacing.

“Hey. Sweets. Calm down. She’s just jealous. She broke up with me because I was apparently spending more time with you than her, remember?” Eddie said, bringing up his hand to brush some hair behind your ear. “No need to freak out.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed. “It’s just hard because I’ve done nothing to her and she’s just… her.”

“Jealous.”

“Hey, kids!” Wayne called out. “You two hungry? It’s almost dinner time.”

Looking off to the side, you thought about it for a moment, realizing that you haven’t eaten in a while. “Yeah, I could eat.” You looked at Eddie, shrugging before turning to walk back down the hallway to the kitchen where Wayne was now standing. “What’cha cooking up, Wayne?”

“Oh, I was thinking of either some burgers or some tacos,” Wayne answered, looking into the refrigerator.

Lightly gasping, your eyes went wide. “Can I help make whatever? I mean, I can actually make whichever one for you.”

“Oh, darlin-”

“Nope,” you said, stepping up to him, placing a hand on his back. “You do a lot for Eddie.”

Wayne grabbed the pack of ground meat from the fridge, placing it on the counter. “You too, darlin’. Don’t forget that.”

“When I’m here. Let me help. Please? You can kick your feet up, watch some tv, drink a beer or two. Just relax, Wayne, please. For me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip poking out.

The older Munson man just chuckled, reopening the fridge to grab a beer, tilting it at you with that Munson smirk. “You got it. Make whichever one you want. I’m good with either one of them.” Smiling, you said, “Okay,” as your eyes watched him walk to his chair, kicking the foot rest up and deeply sighing. “Eddie!”

“Yes?”

Jumping at how close his voice was, you turned to face him, hand up at your sternum. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” he quietly laughed. “What’s up, sweets?”

“Hamburgers or tacos?” Not waiting for him to answer, you turned on your heel to the cabinet where you knew the spices were kept, humming when you didn’t see any taco seasoning. “Shit. We need taco seasoning.”

“I was gonna say hamburgers, but tacos works, too,” Eddie said, Wayne holding up his beer to add, “I was gonna say the same thing!”

Grabbing your keys from the small kitchen table, you sighed, “You Munson men. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you. Wayne, care if I go with her?”

“Nope. Just don’t get into trouble,” Wayne replied, eyes glued to the tv that was already on when you had arrived.

“Awesome,” Eddie smiled, turning his head to watch your retreating form move to your car. “Thanks, Wayne.” He quickly walked out of the trailer, calling out your name, your head turning at the sound of his voice. “Let’s take the van. I feel like a giant in your tiny ass car.”

Shaking your head, you snickered, moving around both your car and his van to reach the passenger side door, finding it already open for you, Eddie standing there with his hand out to help you in.

“M’lady.”

“You’re such a dork,” you softly laughed. Once he closed the door and moved around the vehicle, you buckled yourself in, looking at his collection of metal tapes lying everywhere on the van’s floor. When you found one you knew he bought for you, you picked it up and held it up.

“I’m not listening to Pyromania again.”

“It’s not that one. It is Def Leppard, though.”

Eddie sighed, taking the tape from your hand to read the title of the album, looking at you with small distaste. 

“Oh, come on! It has like three of my favorite songs on it!”

“Name them,” he said, turning the case over to look at the track listing on the back.

“Love Bites, Hysteria, and Pour Some Sugar On Me.”

He looked at you for a moment before sighing, “Fuck,” and putting the tape in after ejecting the Dio album he was listening to. Once the songs started to play and you were happy, he backed out of the small front yard to the small bit of road the trailer park provided to drive toward town. “So, I was thinking about something.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled. “About this rumor. Maybe we should… I don’t know, put it to bed and make it true?”

If you were drinking something, you’d for sure either choke on it or spit it out all over your part of the dashboard. “What?”

“Let’s do it! Let’s make the rumor true.”

“Well, damn, Munson, now every time we hang out, I’m gonna anticipate it.”

“Good,” he said, smirking to himself. He pulled into the parking lot of the local grocery store, the both of you getting out and walking side by side into the store.

As you walked through the aisles, you picked up what you thought you’d need for your meal; taco shells, sour cream, tomatoes to dice up, green onion to chop for garnish and cheese. Once everything was in your arms, you both dropped them onto the conveyor belt at the checkout counter to pay.

Eddie insisted on paying for everything with his ‘business money’, but you told you got it and for him to not worry about it, that it was your treat. When you paid and got your paper bags from the cashier, you both loaded back up in the van and drove back to the Munson trailer.

“Wayne! We’re… back,” you said, looking at Wayne’s sleeping form. You felt Eddie’s chest crash into your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweets, wha–” Eddie started.

“Shut up, Wayne fell asleep.”

Eddie looked at his uncle, seeing that he was indeed sleeping. He walked into the kitchen as quietly as he could, setting the bags down on the counter to take the items out of the bag. Just as you set the bag from your hands on the counter, Eddie had turned toward the fridge, taking the pack of protein from its spot on the cold shelf to set it on the counter.

“If you’re gonna be in here with me while I cook, I need your hair up and out of your face,” you said, taking half of your own hair to secure it with a hair tie you always had on your wrist. After tightening the hair tie, you gave Eddie a stern look as he perched himself onto the counter.

“Alright. Do you have an extra hair tie?” he asked, lacing his fingers together to rest them in between his knees.

“Eddie, you have a million floating around here.”

“Yeah, but none of them are yours.” He gave you a cheeky grin with a wink.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, turning on your heel to walk into the shared bathroom. Right there on the counter was the hair tie you had left a couple of days prior. Sighing exasperatedly, you grabbed it and exited the bathroom, only to be met with Eddie’s hair being tied into a low bun at the nape of his neck, the younger Munson man moving around the stove. “Wha– I was gonna do that!”

“Quiet, love,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna wake Wayne up.” At the mention of his uncle, you both heard a small snore coming from the living room, quiet snickers coming from both of you once you looked at each other.

“Okay,” you said, quietly. “We need to try and be quiet. Which is gonna be… a challenge considering that when you cook ground meat– Eddie!”

As you were trying to explain to him about being quiet, he went ahead and started cooking, the sizzle from the meat growing louder with every passing second.

“It’s okay, sweets. I do this all the time. He’ll wake up when one of two things happen; I wake him up by simply saying it’s ready, or he’ll wake up on his own accord when the noises die out.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” you asked, generously curious.

Eddie looked at you, his eyes softer than what you’ve ever seen. “Every night.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “I never knew that.”

“You always dip out before when I ask about you staying.”

Following your instincts, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, your cheek pressed to his back. “That’s amazing of you, Eds. But I like this side of you.”

He turned his head over his shoulder, letting you know that he was still engaged in the conversation. “What side?”

“Domestic,” you replied, slightly smiling. “Super kind, even though I knew that. Always thinking of others, putting them before yourself.”

“And how do you figure that last one?”

“Putting others before yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“You just… put their needs before your own. I can’t describe it. You’re just… not what people say you are.”

“A freak?”

“Well,” you said, moving to stand beside him, your arms still around his waist as his own arm went around your shoulders. “You are a freak, but… they say you’re mean and scary, but you’re just… not. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re always willing to help those who need it, even if other people can’t see that. You have an amazing heart. You’re helping Wayne out with money, even if I don’t totally agree with it.”

Eddie snickered, neither of you realizing that your soft voices roused Wayne from his small sleep, the man unmoving as he listened in. “Yeah, well, I’ve had help in that department.”

“No, no. You’ve always done that, even before I came along.”

Hugging you tighter to his side, he slightly smiled at you, looking into your beautiful eyes that he always got lost in. “You’ve made me want to be a better person.”

You smiled and looked at the cooking meat in the pan, taking the spatula from his hand, breaking the meat up a little more while flipping and stirring it to make sure all the pink was gone from it. “Tell me more, Eds. This soft side of you is one of my favorite sides you show.”

“What’s the other?” He was more than curious about this turn of conversation.

“Your Dungeon Master side.” You reluctantly removed yourself from his hold to grab the strainer from the lower cabinet, placing it inside the sink before taking the pan from the stove to pour the meat into it. Waiting just a couple of minutes before putting it back into the pan, you gathered the other ingredients for the meal, mixing the seasoning packet with the amount of water it needed.

Eddie leaned against the corner of the counter, crossing his arms, watching you work this time. “You like it when I play Dungeon Master?”

Nodding in response, you placed the meat and seasoning mixture back into the pan, the sizzle sounding through the trailer once more. “Yup. That’s part of your element and I love seeing that. I love seeing–”

“Go to Benny’s with me.”

Looking at him with furrowed brows, you were utterly confused. “Now? Eddie, we’re cook–”

“No, no, not tonight,” he said, shaking his hands. “Saturday. Let me take you–”

“On a date?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting into your hairline. “You wanna take me on a date?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s start putting that rumor to bed on Saturday.”

Thinking about what he said previously about putting the rumor to bed, your brows softened, a mischievous smile crossing your lips. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

The both of you finished cooking the tacos, as well as cutting the toppings up in sync with each other. It amazed you how well you both danced around each other, almost as if you choreographed it yourself.

Once it was done, you told Wayne it was time to chow down, which he gladly but slowly got up from his chair to sit at the table with Eddie. You opted to perch yourself up on the counter that was closest to the table, being able to engage in their conversation, laughing when they said or did something that you thought was hilarious.

When the three of you were finished eating with absolutely no food left over, you told the Munson men to sit back and relax so that you could clean up, which wasn’t much. Eddie tried to help you dry the dishes, but you just smacked his hand away, telling him to sit his ass down.

Eddie had grabbed himself a beer, as well as another one for Wayne, handing it to him before going into his room, laying down on his bed, his back resting against the wall behind him, watching as you walked in.

Trying to figure out where to sit, you looked around his room, seeing it was a little askew.

“Don’t you think about it,” he said. “It’s organized chaos.”

“But can you find the heavy stuff?” you asked, raising a brow at his silence. “That’s what I thought.” You busied yourself by tidying his room, putting his dirty laundry in a pile to be washed, folding the clean clothes and putting them in his drawers… after folding them up. “Am I gonna have to come over once a week and tidy up for you?”

Eddie chuckled, setting his beer down on the table beside his bed, the contents almost gone before he moved to the edge of his mattress, mimicking your position from earlier. “Come here,” he quietly said, holding a hand out for you.

Taking it, you couldn’t help but feel the sparks shoot through your arm, but you elected to ignore them as he guided you to sit in from him. 

“I just wanted to say thanks,” he said, softly. “For helping make dinner, cleaning up the dishes as well as my room.” He chuckled at his own statement, your own chuckle mingling with his. “You’re really the best person I could’ve ever asked to be a friend.”

“A best friend?” you asked, smiling wide with your brows raised.

“Yeah,” he lightly laughed. “A best friend.”

After that conversation, you and Eddie cuddled on his bed, something you always did after you stayed for dinner, the two of you talking about anything and everything for a couple of hours. At the sound of the shower running, you sighed. 

“I guess that’s my cue,” you whispered, subconsciously drawing random circles on his shirt.

Eddie held you tighter, groaning in protest. “Noooooooooo! Don’t go.”

Laughing, you balled his shirt in your fist, your cheek squishing on his clothed chest.  “I have to! I have to work in the morning.”

“Tell everyone that comes in tomorrow that you're putting the rumor to bed.”

You chuckled a little, trying your best to sit up. “Will do, boss.”

It was Eddie’s turn to reluctantly let you go, the both of you sitting up and getting off the bed. Like a true gentleman, he walked you out of the trailer and to your car. “Thanks for staying for dinner, sweets.”

“I enjoyed it,” you replied, looking at him with a soft smile. You could feel the tension between the two of you, wanting to just plant your lips on his, but knowing you couldn’t. “Well, I, uhh, I guess I should go.”

Eddie groaned in protest, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow after my shift for a little while like always.”

“It’s like you live here.”

“I might as well. We all know that my home life isn’t what I enjoy.” 

You grew up like your other best friend, Steve Harrington. Rich parents, big house, always by yourself. On those days or weeks that your parents were off with Steve’s, you’d both switch off between staying at each other’s houses.

Just like with Steve and Robin, you and him were strictly platonic, if not just as platonic as they were. You liked the relationship you and Steve held. No expectations held between the two of you, other than… being best friends.

“I know, sweets,” Eddie whispered, bringing a hand up to your cheek, holding it in his palm. “Call me and let me know you made it home safe?”

“Eddie–”

“Wayne’ll be fine,” he interrupted. “He’s working nights at the moment, remember?”

Closing your eyes with a squint, you remembered what his shifts were like; a few weeks on day shift, a few weeks on night shift. You felt bad for Wayne’s sleep schedule, the man getting sleep where he could.

As if he sensed his name being mentioned, Wayne walked out of the trailer, lunchbox in hand. “Well, kids, looks like I’m heading off for the night. You two stay out of trouble.”

“Eddie? Getting into trouble? Never,” you joked.

All Eddie could do was give you a deadpan expression. “Oh, ha ha ha. Very funny.” He looked at his uncle, softness in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Wayne. I’ll be fine.”

“Same words, different day,” the older Munson chuckled. “I’ll see ya in the morning, boy.”

Eddie just smiled and patted his uncle on the shoulder, watching as he got into his rundown car and drove off to work. He was always worried about his uncle and that shitbox he drove, but at least it got him from Point A to Point B. Sighing, Eddie looked back down at you, seeing the somber look on your face.

“He’s gonna be okay,” you softly said. “He’ll get there fine.”

“I know,” he sighed, again, wrapping his arms around you. “I just worry.”

Releasing a deep breath as you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his chest, you responded, “It’s okay to worry, Eds,” before moving your head to the side, your cheek pressing where your nose just was. “But you’re gonna worry yourself to death. He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

Perching your chin on his sternum, you looked up at him as he looked down at you. “I know. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Being here for us. He’s not very good with words, but I know he appreciates it.”

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll move in and cook dinner for you two all the time, and make sure your laundry is kept up.” You were joking, but something in Eddie’s mind told him that didn’t sound like a bad idea. “Listen, I would love to stay and keep you company, but unfortunately, my parents are home for the next few days. They’d be pissed if I wasn’t home to greet them.”

Eddie raised a brow at you. “Can I level with you?”

“Sure.”

“They wouldn’t be pissed, and I think… you’re just telling yourself that… to try and make yourself feel better.”

He had a good point. Steve had said the same thing about his own parents at one point when you all were at a party together.

“Okay, fine,” you groaned. “I really don’t wanna go home.”

“Then don’t. Come back inside. Let’s put–”

“I swear, if you say let’s put the rumor to bed one more time, I’m gonna pluck every single strand of hair from your hair.”

Eddie chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I was gonna say, rude ass, let’s put on a movie… and if we happen to put the rumor to bed, we put the rumor to bed.”

“Edward Wayne, you might just be a genius,” you smiled. You couldn’t deny that you had a small crush on him. I mean, who wouldn’t! Everyone in town sees him as a freak, but to you… he’s just Eddie. Sweet, fun-loving, guitar playing Eddie who adores his uncle and Hellfire friends more than anything.

You were already feeling a little tired, so agreeing to Eddie’s offer of watching a movie seemed like the next best thing. As you walked back into the trailer, you set your stuff back down on the small kitchen table before walking to the couch, plopping yourself down while releasing a deep breath before yawning, “What did you want to watch?”

“None of that rom-com shit you like to watch,” he chuckled.

“Well, none of that horror shit you like to watch,” you retorted, smiling at the end to show him that you were joking.

He chuckled, sitting down next to you after he popped a movie into the player, the remote in his hand. Putting his arm around the back of the couch, he smirked, the trailers playing on the screen, the brightness of the screen lighting up his features.

Looking from him back to the tv, you groaned, a small bit of fear crossing your features. “Eddie. I hate this movie. Why would you pick this movie?”

“What’s wrong with this movie?” he asked, tapping his heels on the floor, his legs having been spread since he sat down.

“It’s fucking creepy!” you whined. “And I feel bad for the little piggie!”

“Well, I, for one, like the Horned King.”

“Of course you would. The Black Cauldron is right up your freaking alley.” Crossing your arms, you scrunch your brows, wallowing in your discomfort causing Eddie to lightly chuckle to himself.

Not ten minutes into the film, and you were burying your face into Eddie’s shoulder, your hands up by your cheek. “Oh, fuck!” you exclaimed. This made Eddie chuckle, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, making your face go from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes peeking out from between your fingers. 

“Turn it off, turn it off,” you whimpered as the Horned King spoke on screen.

“How I’ve thirsted to be a god,” the Horned King said.

“You’re fucking creepy as shit, man! You’re no god! You’re just a devil with horns!”

Laughing, Eddie tightened his grip on your shoulders. “That’s the point, babe.” He didn’t mean to use the nickname, it just slipped out. Not that it didn’t feel good rolling off of his tongue.

You looked at him, the movie long forgotten in your mind as you looked at his profile. Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, you moved his head to cast his eyes down at you, which he did after seeing the screen from the corner of his eyes. “Call me that again,” you whispered.

“What? Babe?” he asked just as quietly.

Nodding, you sat up a little straighter. “I think I’d rather put that rumor to bed now.”

“It’s like you read my mind, sweets.” Without missing a beat, Eddie leaned his head down just as you were sitting up a little more, your lips connecting in a searing kiss that had fireworks and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The kiss was everything you had dreamed it would be as you moved to straddle his hips, your hands cupping his cheeks as Eddie’s hands went to your hips. Capturing his bottom lip between yours, you let out  a soft breath before pulling back.

At the same time you moved your hands to his neck, Eddie’s hands moved from your hips to your cheeks, his big palms cupping your face as your foreheads pressed together. “Damn, sweets,” Eddie breathed. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about that?”

“Forever?” you asked, softly. Lightly rubbing your thumbs on his neck, you pulled back just a little to look into his chocolate brown eyes. “Because I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”

“Dreaming about what?”

Well, you can’t turn back now as you decided to just lay it all out on the table. “About you being slotted between my legs, your cock buried so deep inside of me that I could cum just from that alone. I’ve dreamt about your face between my thighs–” 

You felt yourself being lifted from the couch, your legs going around Eddie’s waist as the man in question walked towards his bedroom, making sure the door was locked beforehand as you continued, “- as your tongue and fingers work on my wet, aching core to the point where I have push your face away from how sensitive you made me.”

Eddie groaned as he kicked his bedroom door shut, laying you down on the bed to hover over you. “Keep going, princess.”

“I’ve dreamt of you fucking me from behind, me riding you, us laying on our sides facing each other, you buried to the hilt inside of me. Even me laying on my stomach with you hovering over me, making me feel so fucking good.”

“Shit,” Eddie whispered, working on the buttons of your jeans while his lips worked on your neck.

Quietly gasping at the feeling of his hand working its way down the front of your jeans, you kept up with your words. “I’ve dreamt about making you feel good, Eddie. My mouth around your tip, hollowing my cheeks as I take all that I can into my mouth, wrapping my hand around what I can’t fit - shit.”

Your words were cut off by the feel of Eddie’s finger sliding through your already wet folds, teasing your entrance. “So wet for me,” he muttered against your neck. “You always this wet when you think about me, princess?”

Moaning, you answered, “Yes. Always.” Burying your head into the mattress beneath your head, you moaned again, feeling a rush of pleasure surging through you at the feel of his slender digit finally making contact with your aching bud. Needing something to hold on to for the moment, you reached your hand up, lightly grasping Eddie’s curly brown tendrils. 

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Need you.”

“Need me where, princess?”

“Mouth. Core. Now.”

A light chuckle sounded from Eddie before a sad whimper through the air from you at the removal of his touch. Before you could protest, he placed a kiss to your lips, working on the button and zipper of your jeans. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’m getting there.”

Feeling his body being removed from your own, you looked at him, a pout on your lips as he sat up straight, taking your jeans with him. Eddie looked at you, a smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, m’lady. I’m getting there.”

A sigh fell from your lips as you watched him remove your panties from your hips, dropping them to the floor with your jeans with a soft thud. Gliding his hands up your calves to your knees, you closed your eyes, softly moaning with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

The next sensation had you gasping and looking down, seeing nothing but the top of Eddie’s glorious hair as he started his feast on your core. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered.

He leaned back just a tad to look up at you as he worked his magical tongue over your sensitive bud. Pulling off of your core for just a second, he brought his fingers to where his mouth was, softly working his fingers over your core to continue the sensation his tongue had brought. “You like that, babe?”

Nodding, you hummed your agreement, bringing a hand to his hair to thread your fingers through them softly. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Eddie leaned his head against your inner thigh, smiling up at you softly as he inserted one finger into your entrance. “Ready for your fantasy to be brought to life?”

“Fuck yes, Eddie, please,” you groaned before he chuckled. 

Without saying another word, he brought his mouth down on your clit, gently sucking on the bud as he worked his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. Halting his sucking for just a moment, he watched himself as he brought another finger to your entrance, inserting that finger into you as well, your moans like music to his ears.

No words were exchanged as he worked his fingers in and out of your core and his tongue and mouth on your clit, groans coming from both of you; your groans and moans of pleasure, his groans at your sounds.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you said, using your free hand to grab at his pillow. He saw that and didn’t like it, so instead, he adjusted himself before reaching for your hand that was on his head and laced your fingers with his as you brought your free hand down to his head.

Your breaths quickened as Eddie worked his absolute magic, working you to your release. With your head digging into the pillows, you let out a loud moan as your climax hit. While it felt glorious, you wanted to see Eddie’s face and the smug grin that you were sure he was wearing.

When you looked down, you smiled and chuckled, seeing that exact look on his face. “Enjoy that, babe?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled. “I think you’ve got me tongue drunk.”

Chuckling, he placed a kiss to the top of your clit before moving his lips back up your body, taking your shirt with him. As he brought it up over your head, Eddie lifted your arms, holding your wrists in place as he looked down at your breasts, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Take it off,” you whispered, watching him push it up to reveal your skin to him, his eyes having landed on your perky nipples. Before you could say or even think of any other words to say, a moan escaped your throat, your head digging back into the pillows at the feeling of Eddie’s mouth around your nipple. “Eddie!”

With a soft pop, he released your perky bud, looking you dead in the eyes. “How do you want me?” he asked, reaching towards his jeans button and zipper, the latter sounding as he unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs the best he could.

“Inside. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Eds.”

“Shit, babe,” he muttered, standing to rid himself of his clothes and to retrieve a condom. He started to climb back up his bed to hover over you at the same time you rid yourself of your shirt. Lining himself up after rolling the condom down his shaft, he looked at you. “Ready?”

“More than ready.”

He nodded slightly, looking back down at your entrance to guide himself to your aching core. As soon as the tip of his cock touched your pussy, it was game over. You both moaned at the feeling of him inserting himself.

You gasped and looked down at where the two of you were connected as soon as he buried to the hilt as he groaned in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he muttered. “I’m not even sure I’ll last that long.”

“I don’t care if you last the next four milliseconds,” you said. “I love the way you feel me up.”

With that, Eddie slowly pulled out before all but slamming back into you before doing it again… and again and again and again and again causing you to be a writhing mess under him. Eddie did all he could to hold himself above you, his arm muscles growing the tiniest bit weak.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good, I might cum in the next three pumps.”

“Fuuu–” Your words were cut off with a small yelp at Eddie’s fingers rubbing your clit, your walls starting to flutter around him. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. He didn’t stop rubbing at your clit until you came around his cock, and he in the condom. Eddie didn’t move for a good minute or two, panting above you. “Shit, babe.”

When he pulled out to dispose of the condom, the both of you hissed, your core feeling like he fucked you absolutely raw. “Don’t move,” Eddie whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, you watched as his form retreated from the room, calling out Wayne’s name just to be sure he didn’t come back home early. When neither of you heard his voice, Eddie looked at you and gave you a curt nod before exiting his bedroom, a small laugh playing on your lips.

As you heard the water in the bathroom running, you sighed and closed your eyes, content with how things were playing when an overwhelming thought crossed your mind; what did this mean for the two of you? Were you two together; like boyfriend and girlfriend, or were you two just now friends with benefits?

Those thoughts scared you, as did Eddie when he came into the room, a warm wash cloth in hand. “Spread ‘em,” he said, softly. You did as he asked, gasping at the feeling of him cleaning you up.

Once the cloth was discarded, he crawled up the bed to lay beside you with a smile on his face, but when he looked at the expression on your face, his smile immediately died. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“Just–” you sighed. “What are we now?” Looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel bad at bringing this up right after he fucked you into oblivion. “I just– I wanna be with you, Eddie, but that stupid, annoying voice in the back of my head is saying that you don’t want to be with me, too, which I know wouldn’t be the case if you just fucked me like a damn god.”

Eddie chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “babe, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Cupping your cheek, he continued his words. “When I saw you, I said to myself, ‘damn, I want this girl. She’s perfect, even with her nose stuck in a book.’”

Laughing, you covered his hand with yours, looking into his eyes with all the adoration in the world. “You still want me even though I still have my nose books?”

With a soft smile, he replied, “Always.”

~~~

As you walked into Family Video with Eddie a few weeks later, you spotted Chrissy in the rom-com section of the store, her head tilting up from looking at the second shelf. When her eyes locked with yours, she rolled hers and looked back down for a moment before casting her eyes upward, looking at you and Eddie once more.

Eddie saw this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple before walking over to the horror section, which just so happened to be right behind the rom-com section.

As Chrissy turned to look at the shelves behind her, what she saw made her let out a deep, annoyed breath; you and Eddie were locking lips, not in a high school makeout session, but more of a sweet kiss.

The two of you only broke apart once you heard a throat being cleared. “Can you two please move this somewhere else?” Robin whispered. “You’re going to scare away our customers.”

“Remember that rumor from a few weeks ago about Eddie and I hooking up?” you asked, to which Robin nodded. “Well, Chrissy started that rumor, so Eddie and I put it to bed and… well, now we’re together!”

“Nice, but please, keep it to a minimum,” she asked, turning to walk back to the front counter.

Smiling, you shook your head and turned to look at the selection of tapes in front of you.

“Listen, I know horror isn’t your thing, but I brought you over here to just kiss you in front of Chrissy,” Eddie said, softly.

“So, does this mean I get to go look at comedies now?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face. 

Chuckling, he said, “Sure thing, babe.”

Walking away, you groaned, “God, I love it when you call me that.”

As Eddie walked behind you to the comedy section, he started humming one of your newest favorites songs off of Def Leppard’s Hysteria album. “Gimme all of you lovin’, Gimme all that you got, Ev’ry bit of you lovin’, Never want it to stop, Yeah but are you gettin’ it? Armageddon it! Ooh, really gettin’ it? Yes, Armageddon it!”

Hearing Eddie humming that song had you bursting out in laughter, head tilted back. The second, third, and even fourth time the two of you had rolled around in the sheets, that particular song played. Every. Single. Time.

So, Eddie being Eddie, hummed or sang it every time he wanted take in that particular activity, and you would always respond with a lyric from the song, just like you did now.

“Yes, Armageddon it!”

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[nxtaliaistyping]

I also think that the Riddler would like a dumb reader that strokes his ego/praises him.

The Riddler + dumbification

Authors note: I love the way you think anon, I’ve been in such a riddler mood lately, I think it’s cause I’m replaying Arkham knight and I love hearing him degrade me

18+ nsfw, degradation, gn reader, facefucking

Sure, he loves to be intellectually challenged and stimulated. To be distracted from the endless dimwits of the Gotham City population, and perhaps on occasion you can provide that for him.

But he can't deny, dumbing you down does have its appeal. It strokes his ego to have a pretty thing like you looking up at him with nothing behind your eyes but sheer adoration. To know that he's the center of your whole world, your whole existence.

"I would explain what I was up to today, but i'd hate to fry that empty mind of yours." he explains, condescension dripping from his tone.

He has you on your knees, while he manspreads on the sofa so you can rest your cheek on his green pant leg. A gloved hand idly strokes your cheek, and he smirks at how you gaze up at him with wide eyes.

"You happy down there?" he asks, tapping your cheek when you just nod.

"Mhm, so good. Love being down here."

"And why is that darling?" he asks, adjusting himself as he prepares for your answer.

He hums as you praise him, and he basks in your pathetic whimpers of glorification. You tell him how handsome you think he is, but it isn't enough. Gripping your jaw tightly, he speaks.

"Yes yes, my aesthetic qualities are second to none. But do you really think that's all I want to hear?"

He can see the cogs attempting to turn in your brain, and he laughs coldly at you. But you quickly start to explain,

"You're the smartest man in Gotham."

At that utterance, his smirk widens. "Oh? Please, tell me more."

But you can't keep up with his request when he has his cock down your throat, moving you up and down by your hair. Your glassy eyes just make you more lovely to him, demonstrating just how much you're debasing yourself.

"That's it, not a thought in that head is there?" he groans out, the sloppy sounds of your saliva coating him being music to his ears. "Just concentrate on doing a good job, it's not like you have any other purpose."

You choke around him, not that it makes him slow down, before he cums down your throat with a loud moan, forcing you to swallow every bit of his load.

The look on your face when you pull off...if only Edward could take a picture, how submissive and empty headed you seem. Perhaps next time.

But he gets you on his lap, drawing an orgasm out of you from his skilled fingers before he gets hard again. This time, he bends you over and slides into you effortlessly, his cock filling you up completely.

“Fuck, go dumb for me.” He demands you, fucking you roughly as he uses you. Pulling your hair, he looks at you as your head tilts back. “Look at you, mind completely gone. But that’s okay, isn’t it doll? Yeah it is…I’ll do the thinking for us both, you just keep being dumb and pliable for me.”

There’s not much you can do apart from whine loudly, clenching around him as your eyes almost cross. He squishes your cheeks together as you do, and if you could see yourself your embarrassment would be overwhelming. But you can’t, you can’t see anything apart from him. Always him.

“Take it. Take what I give you.”

Clumsily pleasuring you at the same time, he draws another orgasm out of you, making you gasp and moan relentlessly as your body twitches. But Edward isn’t done yet, so he keeps pounding away into your tight hole, completely using you.

When he cums for a second time, he grunts and buries himself to the hilt inside you. He stays like that for a while, catching his breath and swimming in the sensation of your submission and debauchery. Pulling out, he presses two fingers inside of you to keep his seed from spilling out.

“Keep it inside. It’s a gift from a superior intellect, you’d do well to be grateful.”

At you dazed nod, he grins and pats your cheek with his other hand. Rendering you stupid was always his favourite.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: something for your m.i.n.d— superorganism

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• Everyone's seen how he acted around Kristen before you started frequenting the GCPD

• To most of the precinct, Edward's a fidgety, overzealous guy, with a smile border lining on creepy. He's not the best at socializing, and his lack of understanding boundaries leave him with nearly zero friends

• So when you showed up with that sharp gaze of yours, at least attempting to supply him with the answer to one of his riddles, he knew he had to have you

• As a friend, of course. What else could he possibly mean by that.

• Whether you work at the precinct with him, or just happen to show up there more than considered normal, Ed can't help but hault his day just to talk to you. And he always opens with a riddle. One that he cooked up laying in his bed at night especially for you

• "My life is measured in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" He smiles at you over the rim of his glasses, wringing his hands expectantly

• "Hey to you too, Nygma." You don't even have to look up to know that he's smiling

• "Please. Call me Ed. Do you give up?"

• "As if. Hit me with it again, would you?"

• I'm begging you. Do some kintec type puzzles with him. You will literally win his love and affection on the spot. Even if it's just a mini rubic's cube attached to a key ring; Ed is absolutely enamored with you the moment you pull it out

• It takes him a while to fully realize that he has developed sort of a thing for you. It most likely takes the help of his alter ego to flip the switch in his brain once and for all; something he doesn't appreciate. Especially considering the lack of filter he has when it comes to Ed's romance life

• After all a few months ago, the only one he had eyes for made fun of him in her spare time. Now that he has someone who genuinely wants to know about his day? It's all over for the poor guy

• If Ed ever finds out that you talk about him to other people—in a positive light, of course—he wont stop smiling for days. It gets to a point where even Jim notices and shakes his head, glad to see that forensics scientist is looking happy

• Leaves more than just verbal riddles for you to solve. That odd shaped box that you don't remember putting in your bag? That slip of paper written in a coded message? Edwards by your side the next time you show up, asking if you were able to solve it

• Lee probably knows about his crush on this mysterious figure. She can't help but notice that Edward's a little happier than he should be while digging through a dead guys sternum for a bullet

• Definitely unleashes a soft interrogation on him, only stopping once his ears are a flaming red and he cant look her in the eyes

• When she finally meets you for the first time, she can't help but smile at you knowingly while Ed sweats bullets in the background

• "So you're Nygma's friend huh? He talks about you a lot."

• "Ed?" You draw his name out and raise an eyebrow slowly, leaning to the left to peer over Lee's shoulder quizzically

• "I've suddenly recalled, uh, a uhm, experiment that I uh. Yeah. Bye."

• "Sigh. And he didn't even give me a riddle this time."

• "Oh you two really are just perfect."

• "I have no idea what your talking about."

[diorsluv]

casual , part 4

“ that i’m just a girl that you bang on your couch ”

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jackhughes the sunglasses are pretty stylish if i do say so myself

→ yourusername you actively bullied me when i bought them 🙄

→ vivianliu RIGHT i like to think i pull them off pretty well

→ rutgermcgroarty THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING

→ yourusername YOU BULLIED ME TOO RUT

username53 you’re literally the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen

adamfantilli you didn’t tell me you and rut hooked up.

→ yourusername BECAUSE WE. WERE. DRUNK.

→ luca.fantilli THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING

→ markestapa FR HOW WAS VIVIAN THE ONLY ONE TO KNOW

→ vivianliu don’t drag me into this 😒

→ rutgermcgroarty WE DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING

→ vivianliu that’s not what i was hearing from the other room

→ yourusername OH MY GODDDD STOP

→ edwards.73 ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

→ rutgermcgroarty PLS IM BEGGING STOP EXPOSING US

username89 rut got some game

username70 yall keep talking abt rosie n rut but wb her and ethan??? 😭

username35 are we just gonna ignore ethan’s whole entire comment

luca.fantilli i will never look in those mirrors the same

→ yourusername neither will i 😬

→ edwards.73 fr

→ lhughes_06 don’t worry when i get back i’ll throw all that shit away and change her locks so he can’t get in

→ yourusername LUKE STOP

jackhughes i hate this it’s so hard

→ yourusername umm WHAT

→ jackhughes trying to guess who’s messing around w u

→ yourusername are u dumb i thought i figured it out already

→ dylanduke25 👀👀👀👀👀

→ yourusername please duker no

→ dylanduke25 t-t-t-t-t-that-

→ yourusername NO

→ dylanduke25 t-t-t-t-t-THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID 😉😉😉

→ yourusername goddammit

username39 rut’s comment 💀💀

username4 DROP THE LIPSTICK SHADE PLSS

_quinnhughes you’re lucky mom doesn’t look at the comments

→ yourusername mhmmm

→ _quinnhughes wait but why don’t you just delete the comments

→ yourusername they’re funny ‼️‼️

_alexturcotte young lady why is that finger up 🤨

→ yourusername technicallyyyy it’s pointing down 🤓🤓

→ _alexturcotte 🙄

vivianliu bae what’s that noise coming from your room

→ edwards.73 she’s prob busy rn broski

→ vivianliu you disgust me

→ yourusername IN BISY

→ yourusername IM BUDT

→ yourusername IM BUSY

→ lhughes_06 OH MY GOD WTFFFF

→ jackhughes scarred for life

→ _quinnhughes i don’t need the mental image of my baby sister good god

next chapter notes ) low quality chapters lets goooo (not proofread)

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs

[summercourtship]

please feel free to ignore, but 59. “tell me again” with edward? maybe reader says something reaaallly sweet to him while she’s riding him and he just freaks? like his brain goes mushy and he becomes a broken record, begging for the reader to repeat what she just said. it could be that he doesn’t want to move or reader doesn’t want him to move, but i think an internal struggle to keep his body under control would be lovely. i feel like that it fits with the whole reserved but longing for touch thing he’s got going on.

this ended up being a really short drabble BUT i really like it so. sorry it took so long lmao and sorry its kinda short.

warnings: gentle sex, dominant reader, praise | word count: 332

“You’re so pretty like this.”

Edward’s hips stuttered, and you looked down at him with coy narrowed eyes. Like you were admonishing him, but with good humor. He lay beneath you, your legs straddling his hips. Thin trails of red streaked down his pale chest from where you’d dragged your nails against his skin and you watched as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He was trying so hard to stay composed like you’d asked him, even with the gentle roll of your hips on his cock, nestled inside of you. 

“Stay still. Be a good boy for me, can you do that?” You tilted your head back as you gradually rose and lowered yourself, slowly riding him like you had nothing but time, allowing yourself to feel and relish every inch of his cock against you. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” His voice was a broken record of whispered breaths, his hands gripping your hips with a fierce grip that betrayed his own strength. He may not look it, but if he wanted to he could flip you over and take what he wanted- what he needed. 

But that wasn’t what this was about. 

“Tell me… Tell me again.” He muttered, his eyes screwed shut like he was embarrassed to even ask. His face was flushed, his hair brushed back from his forehead. 

You looked down at him, a quirk in your eyebrow. “You’re so pretty.” He visibly sighed, his fingers twitching against you. You leaned forward, bracing your elbows on the bed so you hovered over his face. “You’re such a good boy, staying still for me. Can you come for me, do you think you can do that?”

Then, softly, his mouth fell open and his hands clenched against you as he pulled you in, close. His hips rocked for a moment as his climax gently washed over him. You pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth as he let out a soft moan. 

“Good boy.”  

[midnightlizard]

hey, could you please do a Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader where the reader is jealous because of Edwards and Amelia reassures her that she only loves her etc...? (they've been together for about 3years)

Jealousy

Amelia Shepherd x gn!reader

Summary: when someone constantly tries to get at your girlfriend it can be irritating, very irritating, but thankfully Amelia doesn't care about anyone else.

Warnings: sexual talk at the end but nothing happens

A/N: I combined this with another request, ("Amelia Shepherd x reader where an intern keeps looking at Amelia in a OR and reader gets mad")

also because I don't write fem reader I changed it to gn reader

Word count: 1247

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It happened again.

You and Amelia had another surgery together.

Which is great, you loved working with your girlfiend. You two operated on different parts of the human body so whenever the rare opportunity of working together presented itself, you always took it. This man had a puncured lung so you had to act quickly and asked the neurosurgeon to make sure the brain never stopped receiving oxygen.

What you didn't particularly like was working with someone else.

Amelia chose Edwards to work on this man with her, because of course she did. Your girlfriend was an excellent surgeon so you trusted her judgment and never tried to change her mind about her residents.

You just wish she did about this one resident.

Edwards wasn't bad at her job per se, but it just bugged you how her attention was half on your girlfriend and only half on the things she was supposed to be learning. It was highly unprofessional.

"right answer Edwards" Amelia chirped from behind her mask after the woman correctly answered her question.

"thank you, doctor Shepherd" you rolled your eyes at that, you were surprised at how she even got it right, since she never stopped looking at her face.

Your feet were starting to ache for how long you've been standing but thankfully the surgery was almost over. "Edwards how's his blood pressure?" of course, she didn't hear you. So you repeated the question.

"uh" she hesitated for a second, probably because the vitals weren't written in Amelia's eyes "110 over 70" she turned her head to look at you, as if she was expecting a scolding "it's good" she added.

"yea I know that, I'm a surgeon" you bit back, your eyes never leaving your patient's lungs. Amelia gave you a look from her spot behind the man's head, but said nothing.

After a minute of silence you breathed out a sigh of relief as you could finally take your hands out of his chest.

"forceps and gauze" you weren't talking to Edwards this time, since it wasn't her job to hand you what you needed, but when your free hand still felt empty after a second and you were about to yell at the intern, he frantically shook his head and pointed at the assistant, who held the tools in her hand, while talking to your girlfriend.

"Edwards!"

You raised your voice to the point even Amelia furrowed her eyebrows at the shift in your behaviour. It wasn't loud enough to be called unprofessional, you have seen much worse under Bailey's guidance. But you were never one to scream without a valid reason, especially in an OR.

The woman instantly whipped her head to look at you with widened eyes, while her shoulders visibly tensed.

"I don't know if you have noticed since you've been staring at Dr. Shepherd all this time" you vaguely pointed at her, your other hand never leaving the chest tube, keeping it in place between your patient's lungs "but we are actually in the middle of an operation. So I'd really appreciate it if you gave me my tools so I can close him up and go tell his family he survived."

You clenched your jaw when silence fell into the room right after your words, only now realizing the tone of your voice. But you didn't regret it, not really.

Especially when your hand was still hanging empty in the air.

Truth was, Edwards didn't hear you the first time and was afraid to give you the wrong tools.

"forceps and gauze." you repeated, your voice lower but still firm "now."

"right yea, sorry"

- - - -

Once his wound was properly sealed and Amelia assured you his brain was completely fine, you instructed your interns to take him to his room and keep an eye on him, and quickly stormed off.

Stephanie took her mask off and approached her mentor with the intention of apologizing for her behavior, but Amelia stopped her, and went looking for you.

She found you in the waiting room, talking to the man's family. "no need to thank me, I just did my job" she could only see the back of your head but she knew you enough to recognise the smile in your voice. "your husband is strong and he's going to have a quick recovery"

Your girlfriend stopped behind you without interrupting your conversation, and kindly smiled at the family as they walked away.

"okay what was that?" she searched for your eyes once they were out of earshot.

"what?" you run a hand through your hair, finally free from the surgical cap "people hug us all the time" and it wasn't a lie, but you knew it wasn't what she was referring to.

"no, not that" she shook her head and crossed her arms.

You opened your mouth while your eyes moved around the room, but the only thing that came out of it was a sigh.

You sat down on one of the chairs, looking up at her "I don't, I don't like Edwards"

"she's good at her job" Amelia didn't waste time defending her resident, but her tone wasn't aggressive.

"I know that, I know she is" you took a big breath, trying to find the right words. This whole thing has been bugging you for months now and you never said anything because you didn't want to sound controlling or irritating. But you couldn't hide it anymore.

"I don't like how close she is to you."

Amelia uncrossed her arms and slid her hands inside her pockets. She had a feeling of where this was going.

"She's fascinated by your work and by your mind and I get it, I love it too. And I get that she wants to learn so she assists your surgeries but she follows you everywhere."

Somewhere along your words, Amelia took a step closer and was now standing between your legs, looking down at you.

"Every time I want to talk to you she's always there, we can't even have lunch together without her sitting with us and asking you questions."

One of her hands came up to rest on your cheek to make you look at her "you're jealous of Edwards?" and despite the amused tone, her smile seemed gentle.

"You don't have to be, (Y/N)" she continued after a small silence "she's interested in my work and yes, she asks a lot of questions. But it's just that"

She saw you shake your head and took both of your hands in hers "and even if it wasn't, I don't care. I'm your girlfriend, not hers. You're my partner, she's not. I'm sorry if it made you jealous, but there's really no reason to worry. I love you, just you, okay?"

You softly nodded your head, and your smile quickly mirrored her own when she squeezed your hands "okay. thank you"

"of course" she muttered. Then she pulled on your hands, pulling you up "come on, I think we need to get our heads off of it and I know just the place"

You chuckled at her words and raised your eyebrows "you want to have sex in an on-call room?"

Amelia's smile never left her lips, if anything, it only got bigger "yes, and please stop acting like it hasn't happened already" she shrugged her shoulders and started guiding you to the room "besides, I need to show you who I stare at all day"

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[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 26 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: My angsty brain has once again entered the chat. Please enjoy the drama and the feels!

Warnings: Sir Eddie/Daddy Steve and Sub Plus size Fem Reader, no SMUT in this one. FLUFF, they found out about the bun in the oven, ANGST, Y/N makes a few terrible decisions (i.e she panics) and her and the guys get into a fight, mentions of pregnancy pains, mentions of a lot of worries when it comes to being a parent as well as their fears of telling her parents or Steve's parents finding out.

Word Count: 3977

Series here

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Prepared this time, Masie opens her front door as soon as a fist pounds loudly against the wood. 

“Steven. Edward. How may I—”

“Where is she?”, Eddie growls, lightly moving your best friend out of the way as he begins searching her apartment. “Y/N?!”

“She’s not here. I told her she needed to talk to you both but—”

“But what? You know something, Maze. I know it. She wouldn’t just disappear without coming to you first or having you help her.”, Steve interrupts. 

“I don’t know where she is.”

“Liar.” Glaring at the metalhead, she sighs as she folds her arms over her chest. “Fine. You don’t know where she is but you know SOMETHING. What do you know?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit. She’s been gone for 24hrs, no one has seen her EXCEPT you, I imagine. If you don’t tell me now, Masie, I’m going to go to Hopper and he can get the truth out of you.”

You best friend chuckles under her breath as she steps forward and starts pushing them out her door. 

“I’m not afraid of Hopper, gentlemen. Feel free to send him my way.”

Eddie plants his heels as his sad, worried eyes take one last look around her apartment. 

“Masie…please. This isn’t like her. Whatever’s going on, it has to be hurting her if she’s hiding. We just want to make sure she’s ok.”

A heavy exhale leaves her as she scans them both over. 

“She came by here yesterday afternoon and we talked. I gave her my advice, she panicked, and left. She said she was about to lose everything…you, her career, her parents… I imagine wherever she is it’s somewhere she can think but where she feels safe.”

A thought hits them both at the same time as they thank her and run to their car.

***

Your feet dangle over the side of desk in Mr. C’s classroom as your eyes scan over the memories. 

This is where it all started. 

Where they initiated the conversation with you during detention and where they fucked you for the first time a few days later. Where you had your first kiss with them and where you first realized they may not be the assholes you thought they were. This is where they fought for you when kids called you a whore and where you first saw them when you came back from New York realizing they missed you like crazy. 

You could still feel their energy in here, Steve’s heavy agitation and Eddie’s cocky sarcasm. 

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…what are you in for, sweetheart?...I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

“You, young lady, are in serious trouble.” You jump at the sound of Steve’s voice as he and Eddie saunter into the classroom. “We have been looking everywhere for you.”

You didn’t say a word as you watch them maneuver in front of you as they visually take you in making sure you’re alright. When you don’t move or speak, the metalhead folds his arms across his chest and leans against one of the desks across from you. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t disappear. In our ‘vows’… you said I’d never have to worry about you disappearing or casting us aside… or was that all just bullshit?” Huffing loudly through his nose, he glances at Steve as he shrugs. “You take over, bud, because I’m at a loss. I didn’t think we had to worry about this anymore but I guess I was wrong. I guess now I have to concerned about you making a snap decision to abandon us.”

Every word he was saying was cutting into you like knife but you held it together as best you could as you tried to avoid their intense gazes. 

“What do you feel like you’re burdening us with, honey? That’s the only reason you pull stuff like this. Was it the honeymoon and reception YOU planned? The five years of love and respect we’ve shown each other? The house we worked hard to buy you because we deserve to have a nice place together to grow old in?”

A tear escaped your eye and you hastily wiped it away. 

“Spare me, princess. They’re all the same, Harrington. You’re just like my mother, Y/N. I don’t know why you put so much effort into this relationship if you were just going to do this.”

“Eddie…”

“NO! Fuck you! Little miss fucking Martyr here always thinks she’s doing us a favor when she pulls this shit but it just fucking hurts!”, the metalhead shouts as he throws something off one of the desks into the wall, startling you with its loud bang. “You’d figure after all this time she’d learn how to talk to us instead of thinking THIS is the best course of action.”

“You know,”, you whimper as tears begin to fall again. “I always love when you get angry like you just did. It really gives me insight into how you see us and this relationship.”

Both men narrow their eyes in your direction as you mimic Eddie’s words from senior year with a slight sarcastic tone. 

“I was gone for a day. Not fucking…11 years. I’m allowed to get away.”

“Is that what you were doing, little girl? ‘Getting away’?”, Steve replied in an equally sassy demeanor. “Is that why you didn’t even give us the courtesy to at least fucking tell us where you were or how long you’d be gone?”

“I needed some time alone.”

“Is that why you ran to Masie first? Keep lying, Y/N. May as well.”, Eddie growls.

“She said she advised you to talk to us. Talk to us about what?” You remained silent as you slid off the desk and headed for the door but Steve promptly blocked your path.

“Vanilla.”

“The fact that you think we’re playing right now says a lot, babe. No, we’re full-on fighting. YOU disappeared for hours, no note or phone call, no one knew where you were or if you were even alright.”, he scolded as he stepped closer to you. “That is not what we do in ANY aspect of our relationship. Now, what aren’t you telling us?”

“I can’t.”, you whisper.

“Why?”, Eddie asks as he comes up on your side.

“I’m scared.”

“Of us? Of someone else? Is someone else hurting you or threatening you?” Steve tone fluctuates from angry to worried as he throws his questions in your direction. 

“No.”

“Then what are you afraid of? Of us leaving you?”

Your eyes divert again as they both stand up straighter.

“What happened? Why would you think we would leave?”

“I can’t…”

“Did you do something?”

“Did you fuck someone? Are you in love with someone else?”

“No…I…”

You felt yourself start to get overwhelmed as they hurled questions at you back and forth causing you to fold into yourself as you tried to shut them out.

“What happened, Y/N?”

“What’s going on?”

“We need to know.”

“We need to know if these last 5 years was a waste of time.”

“I’M PREGNANT!”, you scream as you cover your ears and close your eyes. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

It feels as if all the energy has left the room as it falls into complete silence. Braving the fallout, you drop your hands and slowly open your eyes to meet their shocked, stoic features. 

“I’m pregnant.”, you repeat as your eyes searched theirs for anything. Any spark of emotion that would calm you and your nerves. 

Your heart shattered when you found nothing.

Sobbing, you push your body between theirs and power walk down the hallway as you head for your car. You barely register the sound of sneakers that come up from behind you before a ringed hand grabbed your shoulder and turned you into a strong embrace. 

Feebly, your own hands tried to shove at his chest but Eddie just keeps stepping forward till your arms finally wrapped around him and he held your head to his chest. Incased in sudden warmth, you felt Steve circle his arms around your waist as he rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. 

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The three of you sat at your dining room table not saying a word as you stared at the wood in front of you. 

“Have, um, have you been to a doctor to have one of those…uh…”, Eddie taps his fingers against the furniture as he tries to remember the word he’s looking for. “Uh…ultrasound things…”

Silently, you shake your head as you wipe another tear from your cheek. 

“Ok, we can, um, call your doctor and…” Steve paused when he watched your eyes close as you heavily exhale and lean back in your chair. “Y/N, honey, we’re trying here.”

“I don’t want you to try.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means what it means, Eddie. You don’t HAVE to do anything. You-you can go on and live your lives. This is my fault. I fucked up.”

“Why do you say that so confidently? We don’t even know exactly what happened. You’re always diligent with your pills.”

“And last I checked, Y/N, it takes two to make a baby unless you climbed onto yourself and got yourself pregnant.”

“Or I cheated on you right?” Both men sigh as they try to control their anger. “I’m kind of surprised that even came up in your assessment of things I could be hiding.”

“What are we supposed to think when you’re being so fucking secretive?”, Steve growls as he leans towards you, folding his arms. “It’s not fair for you to hold that against us.”

“It’s also not fair for you to push us out and handle all this alone. I fucking hate that we’re back here, sweetheart. You playing the slut victim for us to be ‘happy’ or some shit. Do you honestly think we wouldn’t be there for you or that kid?”

Silencing yourself again, you shut them out as you pout. 

“You know what? I’m not playing this fucking game again, Y/N. Do you want us to leave? Yes or no? No matter what we’re going to help you with this because it’s not solely your responsibility and that’s our son or daughter in there but you decide, babe. Are we doing this together or separate?”, Steve inquires in a firm tone that frightens you slightly. 

When you don’t answer, he angrily pushes back his chair and stomps towards the bedroom. Eddie shakes his head before following suit and you listen as they bang around with Steve muttering under his breath as he packs.

You slowly head their way, leaning against the door frame as you watched a sight you thought you would never see. 

“We’ll still pay for the mortgage because you and that baby will need some place safe to be.”

“We’ll come with you to doctor’s appointments and then…”, Eddie’s voice cracks as he looks away. “I can’t do this, Steve. I’m not the same asshole I was. Can you…”, he gestures towards you as his friend nods.

“Then we can come up with a visitation and child support thing. We won’t need to go to court or anything. You know we’d give you anything you two need.” 

Stepping further into the room, you reach for his arm and he angerly yanks it away. 

“Don’t touch me, Y/N.”, he snarls in that same voice that kills you. “Is this better? Pushing us away like this? Hurting us?! Obviously you’re still the same meek little girl we met junior year. I suggest growing up before that baby comes.”

“Steve…Eddie…please…”, you cry.

A sharp pain abruptly shoots through you as you wrap your arms around your stomach. 

“Steve.”, the metalhead says with concern when he notices your sudden change in body language.

The other boy’s head turns as they both step closer and he cups your cheek.

“Y/N. What’s going on, baby?”

“Somethings…something’s wrong…”

***

Both men hold each of your hands as your heavy eyes watch the monitor beep next you as you lay in the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to return. 

“Hello there Miss…Y/L/N. Are one of you the father?” a physician smiled as he sauntered in with his nose buried in your chart. 

“We both are.”, Steve announced without any hesitation as the metalhead nodded. “Is she alright? What happened?”

“Oh, uh, yes both mother and baby are alright. It seems here just a lot of stress upsetting the little one. Not uncommon in young mothers especially younger overweight ones.”

Eddie’s head tilted angerly as they both glared at the unlucky man before them. 

“Was her weight a factor in what happened?”

“Um, no, but—”

“Ok, then why the fuck does it matter? You said it was her stress which has nothing to do with her size.”, Steve countered as he folded his arms. “Do you think mentioning it though will make her feel better?”

“Look, plus size women tend to have a difficult time during pregnancy and—”

“Great. We’ll take that up with HER doctor than. Until she gets here, you can get the fuck out of our sight.”

As soon as he leaves, their demeanors soften again as they focus on you. As you began to cry, Eddie sits on your bed by your feet caressing your leg as he tries to comfort you. 

 “Y/N, baby, everything’s ok.”

“I’m so sorry. Masie was right and so were you guys. You’ve changed so much for me and grown… I’m still terrified of ruining that for you. I know we didn’t plan for this but… you two still deserve to follow your dreams.”

“Princess, what are you talking about?”

“I-I-I know you want to be a musician and Steve wants to help so many people with his thing with-with Robin.”, you hiccup as Steve cups your cheek and dries your tears with his thumb as they fall. “I know… I’m going to have to put teaching on hold…for a bit t-to have the baby. I just—”

“Honey, look at me. I need you to breathe for me, alright? There you go, baby girl. In and out. Good. Good girl.”, Steve praises as you do what he asks. “Y/N, Eddie and I have had so many dreams, so many things we want to do and experience. But do you know what our number one dream is?”

“You.”, Eddie answers when you shake your head. “You, angel, and to experience everything in the world with you including a family.”

“I mean…we may be jumping ahead a few steps here but when have we ever been normal?”

“Now, baby, that doesn’t mean we want to push you. If you feel like… you want to…take other steps…you know… That’s ok to. No matter what we’ll be here for you. 

Releasing their hands, you place your palm on your stomach as you glance towards the machine keeping track of the baby’s progress inside of you. 

“I want to keep him. I love him so much already.”

Steve grins softly as he places his palm over yours. 

“He?”

“Just a feeling.”, you shrug. “I’m so sorry. I thought…I didn’t mean to…I was just trying to help.”

“By throwing yourself under the bus? Sweetheart, when have we ever made you feel like you can’t talk to us or that you would have to carry anything alone?”

“So…we’re doing this? We’re having a baby?”

Their gaze shift towards each other before a huge smile stretches across their faces. 

“A little dude I get to play D & D with? Fuck yeah, I’m here for it.”

“Oh my god. Eddie’s going to turn our kid into a nerd. 2 out of the 3 of his parents were basketball stars!”

“Ok, Harrington, and they can’t be a jock and a dork?! Princess here is both so I could argue the same thing. 2 out of 3 of his parents are freaks.”

“3 out of 3.”, Steve jokes as he winks at you.

###############

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey Dr. Dixon.”, you greet as your personal OBGYN enters your hospital room. 

“What happened? I see you had some stress that caused little one here to throw a tantrum? Preparing mommy, I guess.”, she jokes as she moves around the room with her cart grabbing some extra supplies. 

“Speaking of, we were kind of wondering, if you knew how this happened? Y/N’s usually on top of her pills.”, Steve asks as he pets your head before moving to give the doctor some room. 

“So, of course, with birth control there’s always that 1% chance and I know you three just went on vacation recently.”, she laughs. “That being said… before you guys left I remember we had a mix up with her prescription. I remember also telling the nurse to tell you to wait a bit before any activity.”

“A week. Yeah, we waited. It was awful.”, Eddie sighs as his friend pushes his arm. “What?! It’s true.”

“A week? No, two weeks. Cheese and rice.”, she growls as she glides the wand over your lower belly. “Before you leave today, Y/N, tell me who you spoke to.” The three of you waited as your eyes remain on the screen above your head. “Aaaaand there they are… seems to be baking in there quite nicely. See? Nothing to worry about, mama.”

“That’s them?”, Steve asks as he points towards the little blob. 

“Oh yeah. You see the head and we got some little arms here. Oh! You have a little wigglier here. Not much but…”, she grins. “Want to hear something cool?”

After pushing a few buttons on her machine, a fast rhythmic sound fills the room.

“Their heartbeat is normal to.”

Eddie smiles as he leans in closer to device.

“Metal.”

###############

Sitting on your bed, you tap your pen against your cheek as you concentrate on the notepad in front of you. 

“Hey!”, you yelp when it’s suddenly yanked from your grasp and both boys jump in beside you. 

“Stop thinking so hard. You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Things we need for baby.”, Steve reads, glancing at you. “Y/N, don’t worry, baby girl. We have plenty of time and we’ll figure this out, ok? Like Munson said, you’re supposed to be relaxing and taking it easy.”

“I know but it’s just how my brain sorts through things.”

“Oh? So where is the list that says, ‘Reasons I should hide from Daddy and Master instead of telling them what’s going on?”, Eddie remarked sassily as he dramatically flipped through your papers.

“You see… I didn’t get to make that list or any other so…”

“Mhmm.”, he grins as he kisses your forehead before tossing the notebook on the bedside table.

“Eddie? I really am sorry. I, um, you don’t have to worry about me disappearing…I mean leaving…I…”

Both men exhale as the metalhead pulls you to his side, pressing your face into his chest. 

“It’s ok—”

“No, baby, it’s not! It’s not. I don’t know why I do that. Why I…push you guys away and hurt you like I did.”

“Your parents kicked you out when you did something they didn’t like.” You two turn to look at Steve as his gaze remains forward towards the floor. “Like you said at the time, you weren’t running around with all of Hawkins. You just loved two people.” His beautiful eyes shift to meet yours as he softly smiles. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that either but… the point I’m trying to make is…you felt like a burden before we even met you. Were they always like that?”

“Masie said your parents were strict.”, Eddie added.

“Did you both know I never wanted to play basketball?” You smile as their eyes widen playfully. “I always wanted to be in the book clubs but my dad said a sport would look better on an application. Don’t get me wrong, I loved basketball. I have so many good memories with those girls but…I really loved to read and write. My mom at the time said since I was about to start high school, I needed to get my head out of the clouds.”

“Anytime, I would express an interest in something they would counter it with something else. It made me feel like…everything I liked or wanted…was wrong. If I pushed in anyway it seemed to upset them so…”

“You just kind of quietly coasted through school.”, Steve finishes. “The few times you did stand up, the results were intense to say the least.”

“And not just with your parents but your exes to.”

“Which explains why you run and hide. Not just to ‘protect’ us but you as well.”

“Steve…I’m so sorry to. I’ll do whatever I can to make up for hurting you both. I-I-I…”

The man’s lips cut you off as they connected with your own while two set of hands guide you back against the pillows. 

“One step at a time, honey. First thing’s first; you need to rest.”

As you feel Eddie’s palm run along your tummy, you turn to face him right as his lips place a tender kiss on yours. 

“So, we’re definitely going with a heavy metal theme for the baby’s room, right? Dio, Metallica, and all those posters everywhere with like an Evil Dead banner above the bed.”

“Oh my God, Munson, no. It should be nice, cute baby things right?”

“Define nice and cute, Harrington.”

“I don’t fucking know. Just like…the pinks and blues…and cute little animals…”

“Masie’s good with planning and decorating. Maybe we can ask her.”

“Sounds like a plan, babe. Wayne is good at building stuff. Maybe, he can build some of the things we need.”

Curling up in Eddie’s side with Steve’s arms around your waist, you fall asleep to the pleasant sound of them discussing things involving the new little bundle of joy. 

“Honey?” The metalhead glances over your sleeping frame quickly before nodding to confirm that you were asleep. “How are you feeling, man?”

“Nervous more than anything. Right now, I’m more concerned about her and her health. Look what happened when she was stressing about telling us. What’s going to happen when she tells her parents? Mr. C?”

“I think with us, it was seeing us pack and getting ready to leave.”

“Ok, yeah that was a reaction to her hiding things but, Steve, can we guarantee her parents won’t have that reaction to her just saying she’s pregnant? Last time she dropped big news on them I got smacked and you both were thrown out of your house. Jesus, and what’s going to happen when your dad finds out? Is he going to run around Hawkins again calling her a whore?”

“I can handle my dad. You know Mr. C is more than understanding and can take care of her when it comes to her classes. Her parents… I don’t know. Hopefully after everything that’s happened…this time will be different.”

“What about you? How are you feeling?”, Eddie asks.

Steve’s eyes meet his friend’s before focusing down on you. 

“I’m still scared of being a father but I know we can do this.”

“Yeah, same, dude. We can give them a good life and be happy. Uh, Steve. Do you think we’ll still be able to keep this dynamic? It’s not like she can call me Master in front of toddler and we can’t do some of the other things we do—”

“Ed, relax.”, Steve chuckles. “We’ll figure this out. I’m sure couples and parents do it all the time. We’ll, um, add it to our list of things to talk about. Come on, bud. Sleep now and then tomorrow the three of us will start making plans.”

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[danosrosegarden]

edward angst, where he comforts reader over the phone from Arkham :( there both so broken up about not being able to see each other and reader breaks down moments into the call

sick of losing soulmates - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ mentions of violence, mentions of vomiting, angst + fluff}

{word count ♡ ~700}

♡ it just didn't match, the image of him that was burned into your brain and the campfire scary story monster he was when you weren't looking. they were entirely different beings. your edward was the one who wrote handwritten letters and sent wrappings of sweet perfumed flowers to you just because. your edward was the one who'd hug you from behind while you cooked dinner and basked in the warmth of your being. your edward was the one who'd nuzzle into the crook of your neck at night, tracing the curves and dips of your gently rising and falling body. that edward was the one who was ice cold and eerily calculated, slithering into the unlucky mice's lives like a beady-eyed snake. that edward was the one who coiled around them and reveled in the sheen of terror glossed across their eyes. that edward was the one that squeezed, the one that suffocated, the one that took and took and took until there was nothing left to take.

♡ most days you got sick, dry heaving up what little was left in your gut until your eyes poured salty tears and your chin was slick with spittle. most days you felt crushed into dust, broken into shards. you'd gone through the whipping windstorm waves: cold bitterness, broiling anger, dizzying confusion. but most of all, you felt the aching weight grabbing hold of your heart and dragging down: you were sad. you were hurt. you were heartbroken. he had hid his plans from you, he had lied about where he was most evenings, he had trusted a group of deranged strangers before he had trusted you. that all hurt in its own way. but above all else, it would never be possible to again find what you once had with him. that was what hurt the most.

♡ you had questioned whether or not you even wanted to hear his voice again. your kneejerk reaction was of course, of course, give me the phone, please please please please let me have just a few more minutes of his distant presence. but the more it blackened the crevices in your brain like a messy ink spill, the more you felt the deep pit in your stomach lurch. what are you even supposed to say to him? what is he supposed to say to you?

♡ you rehearse the lines in your head over and over. you breathe deep and steady, trying to stable the quivering in your hands as you hold the phone.

♡ "hello?"

♡ you hold the phone to your ear silently for a moment, listening to the smothering quiet in your apartment and the shallow in and out of your breath. "edward?"

♡ for that split second, you're connected by this odd, tightly woven string of silence. you're jammed between what is there to say? and how am i supposed to say everything in this miniscule time frame?

♡ "it's good to hear you." the words are wading through molasses, spoken slowly and thickly, like his voice had been flossed through a filter.

♡ and it all comes rushing back, a crashing tidal wave of every lazy morning spent tangled in his arms, every cool evening spent bathing in the comfortable quiet of your bedroom together.

♡ every line you'd memorized before the call gets crumpled and trashed. you feel the hot contacts of tears rise against your eyes and drop down your cheeks. "hi, eddie. i miss you."

♡ he can't promise forever anymore. he can't promise much of anything anymore...perhaps that's what's most difficult to grapple with, the uncertainty of it all. the dice roll that each new day would bring, the gamble you bet on with every rising and setting sun. but here in this moment, you feel as though he's reaching out. you can sense his radiating warmth from the other end of the line. it numbed the bleeding thought in the back of your brain that you had lost him for good. here he was, here you were, hands outstretched, arms wide open.

[willowbrookesblog]

"I'm afraid of you."

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson x Fem!Reader Uthred's daughter and Stiorra's older sister

Notes: This is my first fic about Sigtryggr so if you notice something out of character for him or some spelling mistakes, please tell me :) I'm also lowkey highkey scared to post this because I've never truly written anything to the public 😩 but I know that by practicing my writing will slowly get better as time goes on so please give me some pointers if you want it will be greatly appricated- anywho hope you enjoy~

warnings: talk of childbirth/death but its just one line and doesn't get talked about again.

Y/n sat in silence - head resting on her hands that were interlocked under her chin starring at a book Sigtryggr asked her to read to him blankly, knowing that her sister was okay and that no one would harm her, she wasn't worried about Edward's family as she had a feeling they were going to be used as pawns or something of the sort.

She had already talked to Sigtryggr and had told him everything he had asked for in return for the security that her sister wouldn't be harmed to which he had agreed - she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her when he had promised that he would not let anyone hurt her or her sister.

In truth, for the past few weeks she had grown quite close with him, Sigtryggr even going as far as to let her see Stiorra herself to make sure she was alright. Sigtryggr managed to figure her out - something most men couldn't do, and that terrified her. She had built walls around herself so that no one could get close to her, she didn't want to lose anyone else and he managed to make his way right into her heart and made her walls crumble to the ground while she stood watching them fall and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sigtryggr silently watched her from the opposite side of the room a small smile playing at his lips as she sighed "What is it?" Y/n turned to look at him "This is so stupid, I'm bored, tired, and hungry, and I'm tired of reading, my brain feels like it's being tortured" Y/n scoffed before pushing the book away and leaning her head on the table.

She heard Sigtryggr chuckle at her and lifted her head "What?" Sigtryggr moved to sit in front of her, handing her some bread, his fingers lightly touching hers as she grabbed it "Well then, you shall take a break. Tell me more about yourself, you said you often thought of your future, tell me about it" He asked her, only for information and totally not just him wanting to learn even more about her or anything "I want to go on a couple adventures, maybe own my own bakery, I refuse to have children so maybe have a cat or two, and then live a quiet and peaceful life," Y/n says as she looked up at him

Sigtryggr smiled at her and tilted his head "No children? why is that?" Sigtryggr asked her curiously and Y/n scoffed at the question not hesitating to answer him "I have no maternal bone in my body, when I hear a child cry I do not feel the need to comfort it instead I pray to the gods that it shuts up, and when a child falls I have no feeling to comfort them in fact i find it rather amusing." Y/n leaned back "Plus i don't want to die giving birth, it scares me" Sigtryggr nodded "that's understandable" it got quiet for a few moments before Sigtryggr got called for by someone and he excused himself, gently touching her shoulder as he went by.

Y/n sat quietly by herself, his touch set her skin on fire and she couldn't help but think of what it would feel like touching all over her body, she quickly shook her head and took a deep breath in trying to calm herself but it didn't do much to calm the heat her body was forming.

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About another two weeks had gone by and her body craved him, she wanted him more than anything and that terrified her, she didn't know it was possible to want something so much, didn't help that she would make up so many excuses just to get him to touch her, it was almost pathetic, she felt herself falling for him and she couldn't stop herself.

Similarly Sigtryggr was having the same problem, every time she asked for this or that and he let his touch linger on her, he knew that he was falling for her, but he wasn't upset by finding out he was, he was just worried about what would happen to her.

She sat down at the table back facing the door when he walked in "I'm afraid of you, afraid of the feelings that you make me have. Of how tempting it is to make excuses just to feel your touch on my skin, of lying to myself. I'm afraid of the feelings that consume my entire being when you come around, or when i think of you. I'm scared about how much I feel for you. I can't hide it anymore- I'm tired of hiding it and being afraid of you rejecting me, Of being scared of what I want" Y/n says to him as she stands up turning to face him

Sigtryggr tilts his head to the side and slowly steps forward to stand in front of her, "And what do you want?" His voice is firm but gentle "I want you" she responded almost instantly "I want you so much it scares me" Y/n said again her voice slightly quivering

Sigtryggr looked at her and nodded his head "Then you will have me, I was just about to come and tell you a deal has been made. You will come with me to Eorforwic, I will give you everything you wanted, adventures, your own bakery, cats, and a peaceful, quiet life"

Sigtryggr gently holds onto the sides of her face "If you would be willing to go with me, will you?" he asks looking in her eyes "I would happily go with you, Sigtryggr" Y/n smiles and pulls him closer to her and lays a gentle kiss on his lips.

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[t-h-i-n-g]

“I’m scared to want you.”

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(jacob black x reader)

-chapter five- series-masterlist

word count: 2.4k

summary: time doesn’t always fix everything

warnings: awkward encounters, internal struggling with emotions, that’s really it

An: I’m going to make a tag list for the series so if you’d like to be added please comment or send it in an ask!!

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“What do you mean I got a D?” You asked, slightly exasperated. 

Edward let out a snort.

“D for Deez nu-“ he attempted to say under his breath.

“Now is not the time Edward,” you hissed. Edwards mouth immediately snapped shut, the smug look on his face disappearing at the sound of your tone. “This is bullshit, I literally looked over it like three times before turning it in,” you mumbled. 

“You can always retake it,” Bella mentioned, almost bumping into someone as you veered around the corner of the school's hallway. 

“Whatever, I have to warn every single underclassman to not take ap biology before doing so,” you muttered, stuffing the already crumpled paper into your jacket pocket. Light laughs were sounded from the two but you didn’t give them any mind. Pushing through the doors to enter the parking lot, you crossed your arms. 

“You want help studying?” Edward asked, taking out his keys. You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t even take the class.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t take it before.” Quirking a brow at him, you waited for an explanation. He shrugged, “I’m just that good that they let me take it last year.”

“You scored an f on our algebra exam because you put every answer as C. Even when it wasn’t a multiple choice question.” 

The boy smiled cheekily.

“I wanted to test a theory.” 

“Just because the internet says c is the best answer for when you don’t know the what to put doesn’t mean it’s actually is the answer.”

He shrugged again, opening the back seat for Bella and you to put your backpacks inside. Tossing his own in, in the process. 

 “I know, but like I said it was a theory.”

“You make my brain hurt in ways I didn’t know was possible,” you stated, walking around the back to hop into the other side.

As the other two settled into their spots, you fastened your seatbelt and slouched into the cushion beneath you. Dragging a hand down your face you sighed. 

“I’m so happy it’s Friday,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

Bella hummed in agreement. Silence filled the vehicle as Edward backed up and drove out of the parking lot. The soft sound of the radio being the only substitute for the absence of your voices. However even if no one was speaking you could tell their was something Bella and Edward were plotting by the way they exchanged glances across the center counsel. Bella fidgeted with her arm rest as Edward nudged her, tilting his head back in your direction.

“You’re not slick I hope you guys know that,” you announced. Together in almost unison the two tensed. Settling back in, Bella cleared her throat. 

“Do you have anything going on tonight?” She asked turning in her spot to peer at you. 

Hesitantly you responded, “No…” Bella bit her lip before elaborating.

“Would you wanna come with me to La Push beach tonight? Edward would just drop us off at my place but we can go to yours before hand to grab anything you need.” Twiddling her thumbs Bella’s looked at you through her lashes. 

“Isn’t it gonna be cold and shit?” You asked already knowing the answer. “You hate the cold.”

“Yeah, but there’s gonna be a bonfire.” Your brows furrowed.

“Are there others that are going to be there?” 

“Yeah, it’s just gonna be the guys.” 

“The guys?” you repeated, tilting your head slightly.

“You remember Embry, Quil, those guys?”

Oh.

The guys. 

Those guys.

“Oh… uh sure. I’ll just have to ask to see if I can but yeah. Sound fun.”

A light in Bella’s eyes lit at your response. Honestly she thought it was going to take physically dragging you to make you go. The way you’ve been so dismissive and uptight since the last time you saw Jacob made her assume you never wanted to see his face again. 

It had been two weeks since the Cullen movie night and since you’ve seen Jake. The Monday at school following those events were quiet when it came to the topic of the boy. Which disappointed Bella since it seemed like the two of you had hit it off and the awkwardness from the game night being put behind you. 

That obviously wasn’t the case as you visibly cringed whenever anything that related to the incident was brought up in conversation. From Jacob himself to skipbo it was as if you were hearing about your childhood dog dying at every little mention of the things that correlated with the event.

But that didn’t matter. The fact you even agreed to join Bella was half the battle itself.

“Cool,” Bella smiled, turning back into her seat. Your eyes lingered on the back of her head for a moment before darting your gaze out the window.

Well that got her chipper. Placing your chin into your palm you watched as people on the side walks passed and different students crossed the street.

Images of the boys flashed over your mind. Even if you had seen them a mere two weeks ago it felt longer. The amount of time you spent away from Jacob didn’t lessen the fact it felt like months. A never ending ache in your chest had been apparent ever since you last saw him. 

And you didn’t understand why.

It didn’t make any sense why you felt such strong emotions towards him. You didn’t even know the kid but it was as if he’s been in your heart for the past decade. 

It was just plain stupid. 

It was stupid that how you were feeling made no sense.

How you couldn’t get his stupid attractive face out of your brain. 

And it was so stupid how he had such an effect on you even when he wasn’t present.

It was like your mind was consumed by him against your will.

Not an hour ticked by without the thought of Jacob taking over your mind one way or another. Whether it be about the first night you met or the encounter at the grocery store. 

You wished it would just stop. You wished for your mind to go blank and all of your emotions to go numb. 

But that obviously can’t happen because the universe hates you.

Bringing a hand up to your lip, you bit your nail. The thought of seeing Jacob again made you nervous. You didn’t know how he would react. You didn’t know how you would react yourself.

-

“This feels illegal,” Jared stated as he tossed an arm over the wall of the bed of the pickup. Quil shrugged.

“Probably not, but just saying if we get pulled over it’s on you.” Jared furrowed his brows at the accusation.

“Excuse me?”

“If you wouldn’t have flipped your car we could’ve taken two vehicles and not have to be squished in the back of Jacob’s.” 

At the sound of his name, the boy in mention glanced up from his lap. Instantly a breeze of air met his face.

“At least I have a vehicle. The fact you don’t even have your license should speak for that,” Jared countered.

“Had. You had a vehicle,” Quil corrected. “And I’ll have it soon. Just need to find my birth certificate to register for it first.”

“Yeah just maybe you should find that,” Embry snorted. 

Jacob chuckled lightly, his shoulders slightly shaking at the action. As the boys continued to bicker, he squinted his eyes to look out past the road. Trees overtook his vision as glimpses of the sun passed through them. Scanning the horizon the sight of Sam through the back window who was in the front seat driving took over his vision. Emily sat next to him, her head thrown back as a silent laugh took over her features. 

Jacob froze, his gaze holding as a familiar sinking feeling fell over him. However, he couldn’t dwell on it for long as a piece of wood was kicked onto his shin. Dragging his leg to his stomach as a response his head snapped over to Paul who was pushing logs away from him with his feet. Quills rambling overtook his senses once more further drawing his attention away.

“No cause I think my mom just doesn’t want me to get it. I don’t know where my social security card is either. She’s the one that has all that shit and whenever I ask she’s always like, ‘But if I give it to you, you’ll lose it.’ Which is true but like what if I piss her off one day and she like burns all that shit for revenge or something. I just wouldn’t have any form of identity anymore,” the boy ranted. 

“You’re mom is so nice though. She wouldn’t do that,” Embry stated.

“Yeah, she’s real nice,” Jared agreed a smirk on his face. Quil’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“Dude… Ew. But you guys don’t see the side of her I do. I swear every time I have spare time she makes me do chores. I do laundry like five times a day on the weekends. It’s so bad.” Jacob raised a brow.

“You mean when you’re not sleeping in till two in the afternoon or playing video games on your jank ass console,” he teased.

“Jacob literally shut up. You don’t even have a Wii, you can’t talk.” Jacob brought his hands up in defense.

“Oh, touched a nerve there,” Jared noted. “What could he even do with a Wii? Play bowling?”

“Could you imagine though? Jacob in his room, perfecting his bowling form as he just bombs every single go,” Embry giggled rather childishly.

“Get his ass beat in Mario Cart that’s what,” Quil stated.

Jacob scoffed, “That is so a lie and you know it.”

“I don’t think you understand how many hours I put-,” Quil was cut off as a bump passed from under them. 

A simultaneous groan passed through the group as Jacob winced, his back straightening off the side of the bed. Muttering curses he looked through the back window passing a glare that was directed to the driver. Sam waved a hand in apology as Emily turned with an uneasy smile. Mouthing a ‘sorry’ before looking back at the road ahead.

“Bro I think my tailbone got shotgunned into my ass,” Quil moaned, now laying on his side, cupping the injured area.

Adjusting his seating Jacob looked once more at Sam, somehow catching his eyes in the mirror. Darting his gaze away he settled into his spot. 

This was the first time Jacob had seen Sam since about two weeks ago. 

The last encounter he had with him was when he had come over to give Jacob… the talk. 

Jacob winced at the memory.

In all honesty it had been more awkward than the sex talk from his dad. 

-

When he heard the door creak open on that Sunday, he knew who it was instantly. Which caused him to scramble around to see if there was any way for him to somehow escape the situation.

Of course he came up with jack.

Which then caused him to end up in his living room across from Sam Uley who held an unreadable expression. Puffing out his cheeks Jacob wiped his sweaty palms over his jeans as he awaited the inevitable. 

“So Jacob, you see when you meet some one who-”

I’ll save you the torture of reading how Jacob was lectured by someone who was merely three years older than him about the concept of that he now has a forever person and that there is no way he can get rid of them and how he’s destined to be trapped in this relationship for the rest of his days and he has to be there for them and love them as unconditionally as the universe wants him to or else-

Yeah… it was that bad. Jacob ended up screaming into his pillow that night till his vocal cords went raw from the amount of cringe he experienced.

-

Though even with the…uh… encouraging speech he didn’t want to dwell on what Sam had told him. The situation felt too heavy  absurd. Distractions were seemingly the only possible exit from the maze of thoughts he was facing.

Taking shifts for patrol became a daily thing for him. The boys were rather accepting of allowing him to take their load of the work. Not that Jake minded. 

Binging became another escape. Watching past seasons of ‘The Bachelor’ became a regular 7-10 every night for him.

Seeing people have more ridiculous love lives than him made him feel better about himself.

Though we don’t talk about the time Billy rolled in to see him sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes glued to the TV screen as the final rose was gifted for season three…

Even with those factors it didn’t change the fact he was all alone with his mind when he went to bed.

The ache in his chest seemed to be growing every day as your face plagued his every thought.

An all too familiar lump in his throat formed as the truck pulled down La Push beach to park.

His attention was pulled away as the boys and him came to a halt.

Hopping over the side Jacob pulled down the trunk door to take some of the wood into his hold. The breeze caught him jacket as he turned to walk it to the already placed fire pit. Tossing the objects into the hole he wiped his hands to rid any potential slivers.

Looking out at the water he squinted at the bright light of the setting sun.

Glancing back over his shoulder, the sounds of a familiar trucks engine came descending down the road.

Jacob had invited Bella the week prior. This would probably the only time she showed for these things for the fact the autum weather would increase so he thought he might as well throw out the invite casually.

Walking up the sand he got ready to greet her. The other boy exhcanged glances as he passed but he didn’t pay them much mind. The drivers door opened and out came the Swan girl in all her glory. Putting a hand over her eyes to block the sun she waved to Jacob. He went to return the gesture but paused.

The passenger side became ajar and two feet planted onto the gravel.

[thegoldfishkid13]

Transformed Jasper Hale x reader

A/n: Please feel free to send me requests for characters :)

Warning: Blood mentioned, death kinda, swearing?, Rosalie being softish

Words count: 794

Type: Sorta angsty with a dabble fluff

Masterlist

  I lay on the ground in agony, pieces of glass scattered around me. The vampire, not one I know, is standing above me wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood! The pain suddenly hit causing me to groan, a fire sensation shot through my body. The vampire bent down to touch my face, I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

   I couldn’t understand what he said, the pain was unbearable. All I want is for the pain to stop. Another agonizing shot of pain runs through my body.

  “Please…” I begged for him to make the pain stop, to do something. He shook his head no.

  “ Sorry sweetheart, but a lesson needs to be taught.” Confusion filled my brain. ‘ Why was I being punished?’ ‘Did Jasper get into trouble and not tell me?’ While questions raced through my head another vampire joined him in the room. She looked down at me and smirked, she motioned something and then they both jumped out of the window. I layed on the floor still, I couldn’t move or more pain would shoot through my body. It felt like I layed there for hours on end, in reality it was 30 minutes. I heard the front door of my house open and then shut. Someone was yelling my name. 

  I tried to scream for help but all that was able to be released was a strangled cry. Footsteps grew quickly and louder, he wasn’t alone, someone was with him. My bedroom door flew open with so much force that it almost blew it off the hinges. They rushed over to my side. I opened my eyes and looked at who was standing there, it was Alice, Jasper and Carlisle.

  “Make it stop please, It hurts!” I beg. Carlisle was quick to get down by my side and the others followed, he turns my head and see the bite mark, which was slowly healing.

  “ We are too late, she will transform soon.” He spoke “The venom has already entered her blood stream and started to take over. The best thing we can do is stay with her.” His voice was calm and serious.

  “There has to be something we can do, right?” Jasper spoke, Carlisle shook his head no, nothing could be done. I close my eyes again, too weak to speak. I felt a cold hand grip mine and I heard footsteps leave the room, most likely giving me and Jasper space. Cold lips connected with my forehead.

  “I’m sorry darlin’, I love you and now we can be together forever, nothing will bring us apart.” His voice shook, if he could cry he would. A strangled groan leaves my mouth and that’s the last thing I remember. 

   I woke up in the Cullen family home. I could tell that it was Jasper's room by the dark sage green walls, the color we picked together. I get up and look in the mirror, to see that I was changed into a black dress, I gasp. My eyes are red and my skin is cold and pale. I open the door and walk down the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting. Most looked solem and others looked worried. Alice was the first one to notice me standing there. 

  “Y/n? You’re finally awake.” She said, excitement filled her voice. Everyone turned and looked at me, I just stood there and nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper rose from his place on the couch and rushed over to me. He wrapped me in an almost bone crushing hug. 

   “Oh darlin’” Was all he said. I hugged him back, squeezing him, rocking us back and forth. Everyone got up and joined the hug, each saying they were glad that I’m okay and everything.

  “What even happened?” I asked. I already knew the answer but it would be comforting to be told.

  “ You were transformed into a vampire and now you're one of us.''Alice said, her voice was giddy and excited.

“You have so much to learn, come one.” Alice grabbed my hand and drugged me out of the house and into the woods. I tried to protest but it’s Alice and she doesn’t listen. Edward stayed inside with Bella, who still had a bandage around her wrist from some sort of accident I’m guessing. Rosalie and Emmet were standing with us. 

  “Y/n I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and I apologize.” Rosalie spoke, this shocked me.

  “ Thank you Rosalie, it means alot.” I said and gave her a wide grin, Emmet gave her a hug and mumbled something causing me to let out a small giggle. Maybe transforming was for the best.

[misswhowrite]

Young mates

Summary: We see more of the connection between Demetri and Y/N.

(English is not my first language!!)

After the discussion between the two coven, the two mate were living in a house at an equal distance between forks and Volterra. At first, the Cullen brothers weren’t pleased that their little sister was leaving but they couldn’t get in the way of her love life. The travel to their new was two weeks after their first encounter. Y/N was shy but wanted to get to know better Demetri; while he was more than excited to be with her, he literally waited for millenniums to meet her.

“_Well...this it, our new home. Does it please you amor mio?

_Yes of course, Demetri. This is a bit like my home in Forks but smaller also cuter but don’t tell mom that!

_Your secret is safe with me. We could go into the living room and tell ourselves our story?

_Yeah sounds good to me.”

The living room was a perfect mix of cosy and modernity, they sat in the sofa, closer than two new friends but considering their bond they couldn’t help it. Y/N started her story first: she told him shes was twenty, she was dying of a brain cancer: her tumor couldn’t be took off and her body couldn’t handle it anymore. Then she told him how Carlisle found her a week before her death, bringing Esme the next day and the woman fell in love with the girl, with a bit of convincing Carlisle decided to change Y/N and told her everything a day before her death, he still gave her a choice while it’s was terrifying she didn’t wanted t die so she accepted. She told him her struggle with the animal diet because she loved them and adored nature, she skipped her stay with the Denali and finally finish with what she felt on the battleground (there wasn’t a battle but you know where u meant) 

“_I felt this pull towards your side of the field, it was like my un-beating heart was beating again, Edward directly snapped his head towards me but I choose to ignore at that moment. Then after the whole thing I met your eyes, it was the best thing that ever happen in my short vampiric life, I felt like I was blushing and had a high school crush again. You’re like my ideal man, you look a bit intimidating but I think your just a teddy bear that I want to cuddle, so yeah that’s my story!”

Demetri also told her everything: the little he remembered from his past life in Greek, Amun bitting and his life with him, how he discover his tracking gift and was recruited by the Volturi, he didn’t told her every details of his missions because it was a bit gruesome for her innocent mind, he came off clean about his reputation of the Casanova of the Volturi and assured that he’ll only be with her now because she’s his mate. He finished like her with the first time he saw her.

“_At first I thought the pull was my gift telling me something was wrong, because I tried to find my mate before but obviously it isn’t working on you. I didn’t concentrate on it much during the discussion but when Master Aro told that you were my mate I was shocked. After millenniums of waiting and believing I’ll always be alone, I finally found you and oh mio dio I wasn’t disappointed. You looked like a little angel, your eyes are two golden stars and I lost myself in them, your smile is gentle and soft, it make me want to kiss your lips forever, and I might be tall but I like that you’re smaller than me I could put you in my pocket. Your aura is just so warm, soft and gentle that might be my favorite thing about you. Living here with is gonna be the best thing of my long life and I already know it.”

If they could cry, they would because the love they felt at this moment was enormous. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking some more, they knew they had eternity to be with each other. Their love will be going for long, with ups and downs but they’ll always be back in each others arms in the end. A pair of mate is something that survive everything as long as they’re together.

[m0ntylee]

My thoughts on the Anthony Warlow Jekyll and Hyde Musical songs. (my thought are in scrambles, and I'm 2 drinks in and FEELING IT!) 1. Prologue (I can imagine him saying the lyrics in eerie darkness, all ominous.) 2. I Need to Know (Jekyll is a fucking Disney princess and this is his moment!!!) 3. Facade (I would be scared if the houses were all flashy and swank.) 4. Bitch, Bitch, Bitch (SHUT YALL'S TRAPS!!) 5. The Engagement Party (I'm going to maul Simon Stride.) 6. Possessed (Lisa my beloved. Nothing can make me hate you) 7. Take Me as I Am (RAAAAAAAH LISAA!! 💖) 8. Lisa Carew (Nothing will make me like you Simon Stride) 9. Board of Governors (Ladies and Gentlemen, one at a time, I cant not understand all that shit) 10. Bring on the Men (how about this.... Bring on the Frogs! They are so funny, I swear.) 11. Lucy Meets Jekyll (Lucy serves and eats here.) 12. How Can I Continue On? (Utterson is so dear to me, I'm going to tear up wallpaper) 13. This Is the Moment (Can this not be the moment… Please) 14. Transformation (Now this is the moment at 3:17. Yea fellas, It's okay to be freaky, no judgment here.) 15. Lucy Meets Hyde (Indeed you are the man, Mr. Edward Hyde) 16. Alive (I SAID IT ONCE, I SHALL SAY IT AGAIN! HEADPHONES ARE NOT ENOUGH, I NEED THIS SONG UP MY ASS!!!) 17. Streak of Madness (The madness.. Its fucking streaking) 18. His Work and Nothing More (I don't like when the boyfriends are sad :(( ) 19. Sympathy, Tenderness (I love this song, and it makes me violently sad) 20. Someone Like You (Full of magic, whimsy, and pining) 21. Mass (Magic) 22. Murder, Murder! ("I brought you frankincense." - "and I brought you Mur.. Murder") 23. Letting Go (I love their bond) 24. Reflections ("As Hyde, I care only for myself- And nothing for Jekyll!" this is simply not true, buddy) 25. In His Eyes (Seep down this song makes me feel joyus and sad at the same time and my brain cant choose what it wants to do) 26. The World Has Gone Insane (MY FAVORITE SONG!!) 27. Girls of the Night (Another song that makes me :( i wish nothing but the best for them) 28. No One Knows Who I Am (I know who you are. :(( I want to give her a hug.) 29. It's a Dangerous Game (this duet goes HARD) 30. Once upon a Dream (Lisa) (Sigh...... Jekyll when I get you.) 31. No One Must Ever Know (I'm going to hold your hand while I tell you this.) 32. A New Life (This song made my mother frown and look at me all sad like. Then I told her.) 33. Once Upon a Dream (I think you were afraid to bud) 34. Confrontation ("I'm what you face when you face in the mirror." Mood) 35. The Wedding Reception (I feel a little cartoon cloud forming over my head.)

I don't know why I did this, but AYYYYY must there be a reason!! WELP TIME TO DO SHENANIGANS!!! (sleep)

[the0retically]

The Suckening #7 The Pulse of the City:

Just my thoughts, spoilers below :)

- Cumpire lore let’s go?????

- GOD THE INTRO EVERY TIME JUST SLAPS I LOVE IT

- “If you don’t call me the suckener, I’ll…KILL YOU!” Charlie pleaseeee

- Oh god the pheasant and the old people, I forgot about them

- “I think he feels guilty for not feeling guilty” shilo you’re so interesting

- “Oh? Still covered in blood” “are you just trying to make things worse?”

- Shilo please be safe, this officer isn’t good get out of there!!!! Prince Edward as the savior???? WHAT???? NO NO NO NO

- HE COLLAPSES?? Feigns unconsciousness???? Shilo please you’re alone with a follower of Edward twilight

- God fuck Edward twilight

- OH! The officer contacted Deacon though! That’s good

- DEACON ARE YOU PART OF EDWARDS THING??? NOOOO

- Deacon semi papa of shilo!! Wooo!!!!

- Arthur!!!!!!! Dude you don’t even know where the twins are uh oh

- But hey Arthur is able to follow the tracks of the bus!!

- Spirits touch????? Arthur????

- Ooooh the audio coming in from the fight is so well done

- HAHAHA ARTHUR PLEASE!!!!! “He’s pretty stoic but he looks horrified by what was said”

- They really just keep bullying Grizz to use spirits touch on the pheasant pleaseee

- “Something is Wrong with this pheasant, it’s not you, but something is Wrong”

- Oh god he takes the pheasant with him

- “I’m coming for you baby boy. Sorry about the other baby boy, but you’re in a sewer and I’m scared of sewers.” GRIZZ OH MY GOD

- “It’s all in a bad state deputy, but just close your eyes.” Deacon please do not hurt Shilo, he trusts you

- Arthur and Grefgore night in!

- Oh no, Grefgore please be ok

- “Hi…..my boy” “hi my boy! :D” oh I love them

- Grefgore don’t leave!!!!!!! The sun is about to rise!!

- Arthur???? You’re leaving?

- And hi to deacon?? Arthur?? 👀👀

- I love Grefgore he’s so fun. He’s just the most himbo someone can be

- What are they doing with the demons and the fangs?? This is So Strange

- “What are you wearing? Demon clothes?” “I’m naked, I wake up naked” “Oh God” HAH OH NO EMIZEL

- “Do you want to kill him? Cause that’ll kill him. ‘Nice cock man’ and you kick his head off” oh my god??

- Oh god Charlie this is a horrible image, “a twisted fashion studio” oh god, Charlie please this is horrifying

- “Their very demeanor scratches my brain” Grizz I’m with you but also Vex is terrifying

- “Do you want to be the guy on the table Grizz?” Oh no, ok but pop off Grizz good voice acting

- “I will be your mommy :)” oh god

- Charlie, Charlie please this now a for sure a horror campaign

- My eyes are just wide, WHAT ARE THEY CONSTRUCTING HUH???????

- Charlie is too good at being a deranged villain

- “He has had no reason to look for you, yeah, yeah he’s in his work right now” my stomach just fell, why is that so scary

- Like goodness Props to Charlie the suckening has me way more scared than bitb ever did, like I love and adore bitb so much and there were moments where I was terrified but there’s something about this that is so haunting. I can just see it in my head so clearly and it’s so freaky

- They never expect Emizel to come back!!

- Oh god but please emizel don’t die again already

- Love how Grizz is just simping for Vex because me too

- “They’re two dogs in me and they’re fucking” WILLIAM WISP IS THAT YOU??

- God I love how Grizz and bizly and just speaking as the ghouls during this fight Charlie is just like “…what?? What are you even saying right now”

- Emizel please just get out of there they’re both already your enemy you don’t need one to hate you more because then they’re going to target Your twin so PLEASE JUST LEAVE

- They’re just singing the climb now oh my god iconic

- Emizel just lying to Viv about how he’s a real boy and doesn’t burn in the sun “but we saw you burn” “it was an illusion, I’m a magician”

- “Vex have you-“ “YES I KNOW!” I love them, they’re fun

- “And you turn around away from her” emizel oh my god

- “You cannot use your twin name and not mean it” honestly based

- I ALMOST SPAT MY WATER OUT OH MY GOD “your name is shameashmai”

- “I’m not letting you guys do this again” “no I’m having all the fun in the world right now”

- DOES EMIZEL LOSE HIS RIBS???? OH GOD

- VEX IS FLESH AND VIV IS BONES????? HAUNTING SO SO SCARY

- “Enjoy the ribs, I’m gonna head out” “what do you mean you’re gonna head out??”

- “Can I prepare an action to kill myself?” “He hasn’t taken his glasses off yet so we’re still ok!” “It’s just me as a dm thinking about splitting the dice pool for movement and killing yourself” I’ve never laughed this hard holy shit “as soon as I see this thing I want to run and kill myself”

- “Bizly give me the scariest animal you can think of” “….peacock, no” “FUCK OFF!”

- PLEASE HE JUST KILLED HIMSELF IN FRONT OF THEM OH MY GOD?? AND HES BEEN NAKED THIS WHOLE TIME

- “One of mine or one of yours” sooooo Viv and Vex have some stake in the fangs and the demons, but what does that mean??

- SHILO TIME! Please be ok

- Why is shilo healed and ok, this isn’t real it can’t be, Charlie is too smiley right now, he sounds way too happy

- Fucking Edward twilight oh my god why is he like this

- THEYRE BLOOD BONDED????? OH NO I cannot believe this

- Grizz is just loving this encounter

- Why is this so sexual I hate this, Edward twilight please stop why are you crawling up the sheets to shilo???? This is so—I cannot

- Deacon! You’re here!

- God why is Edward like this, Charlie really just locks in as him it’s insane

- Oh god shilo has to tell Edward about emizel oh no

- Shilo tripped no!!

- The wallpaper is Edward in the phone oh my god

- I do love shilo and deacon’s relationship though, he seems to genuinely care for shilo and I just love them

- Back with Viv and Vex! Oh god

- Ok thank god he’s just leaving

- “William wisp mode” emizel cosplaying as William is so funny like Grizz called it, that’s exactly what he looks like

- GREFGORE FOUND SHILO!!!!!!!! AWWWWWW LETS GOOOOOO

- HE FOUND EMIZEL TOO!!

- I love Grefgore so much

- Arthur just left them? Ok the boys gotta find him

- What is happening to emizel and shilo? Why do they have pain? WHAT?? It’s the Edward twilight smoulder??? Huh??? Charlie WHAT?

- SOMETHING TWISTED IN LA?? What did Edward do?

- A full day good god

- Arthur’s just on a plane omg

- ITS AFFECTING ARTHUR TOO???

- Absolute bat shit episode I loved it