#him trying to apologize / be nice about it when he shows nothing to say that he means it genuinely is so frustrating
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My dad was able to explain fear and how to work through it so well that I apparently rationalized and created my own coping mechanisms for my OCD and didn't realize I actually had the disorder until I was 30.
No one can touch my room. I sound like a teenager saying this and in college I didn't actually care, but in my teenage years and when living in certain unsafe homes, I would have a goddamn break down if this was not listened to.
My life was high stress at one point, like HIGH STRESS. My brain redirected this to having utter and complete control of my room. One day, while I was at camp, my mom moved a stack of games from one shelf to another because she thought it would look nice. I came back, saw the change, and broke down sobbing, curled in a ball on my floor for twenty minutes. I had to move it back. I then moved it again to the same location later because she was right. It looked better that way. The problem was that I had to be the one to do it.
I knew it would change when I left home and I was right. I didn't care as much. The stress and the danger was gone from my life for the most part so the coping went away too. Fast forward to when I'm 30 and I move back into a high stress environment. My mom borrowed my sewing kit BY ACCIDENT. I was helping her with a craft project and apparently put it in the bag for her to take to work with her. She got back, unloaded it, and I found the kit. Out of order. It was a pretty raggedy thing in a ten-year-old plastic Ziploc with safety scissors and scraps of cloth. I had duct tape on the bag to cover the holes in it. But: The needles were out of order. The scissors were in the needle and stray-thread tin. There was a stray, white thread just floating around.
I stared. I hadn't had a breakdown in ten years. I told myself it was fine. I tapped my fingers on the table. Made a weird noise. Finally muffled a scream. Slammed my fist on the table to get the feeling of STRESS out. It didn't work. My brother asked what was wrong and I told him nothing because I KNEW it wasn't serious. I ended up in a ball on the floor trying not to sob as I told myself it didn't matter.
My mom apologized to me when she found me and I told her she didn't need to and that it wasn't her fault because I knew it wasn't. I was likely the one that had put it in there. I was still crying. It took me FIFTEEN minutes to be able to even look at it and fix it. I tried around ten minutes and I had to look away and stamp my feet to get the horrible feeling out and not cry. I was antsy for the next hour even after I fixed it. It doesn't even bother me to think about it now, four days later, but at the time I wanted to dig my nails into my own skin and make myself bleed just to distract myself from the feeling.
It was just a slightly messy sewing kit.
I never show signs otherwise. I check for my wallet, phone, and keys when I'm out several times but that's not all that odd. I've lost things before and am an expert at finding them. I guess I wash my hands a lot but I have dogs and I don't like getting sick. That's it.
My dad taught me that the repeating voice in my head that tells me everyone finds me annoying isn't real and that if you don't try that you'll never even know otherwise. He taught me how to identify what the fear looked like and what it was and how to call it a liar. Once I knew what to call it and what it was, I knew it was never who *I* was. It was normal to be scared and if other people could fight it then so could I.
[He taught me a lot actually. He taught me how to recognize social queues and what they meant. I got shouted at a lot as a child for not being able to react to them properly even if I saw them. Pretty sure the man is ND in some way and just found a super positive way to cope, which he passed down to me.]
I am still not normal, likely never will be, but I've been told so many times that no one would ever guess that I suppose I slot right in here. I didn't know it was actually called OCD until I was 30 and talking to another friend that had been diagnosed and thought 'that... sounds familiar.'
fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents
the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.
the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations
the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily
the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.
you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.
feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten đ
since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it
#OCD#I taught all my ND friends how to deal with fear and anxiety because I thought it was normal#and that literally everyone dealt with the weird horrible thoughts that I did#I could defrentiate between 'wow that's a horrible weird thing to think' and 'this is not reality so it doesn't matter'#like fear matters#but not if it stops you from anything else#being sacred of being bit by a rattlesnake while hiking in AL is normal#assuming you're going to randomly murder children is not#I've had both thoughts
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Craving (Part 5) || Coriolanus Snow || Smut
Outline: After many attempts, youâre finally pregnant but you need Coriolanusâ help to induce labor.
Word count: ~ 4â000
Warnings: marriage of convenience, pregnancy, explicit smut.
Authorâs note: I finally felt like continuing this series but Iâm a bit rusty, itâs been a while since I wrote anything, especially in English, so my apologies if I missed some mistakes while editing this.
(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 2 - Snow Lands On Top )) - ((Part 3 - Insatiable )) - (( Part 4 - The Bitter Taste Of My Fury )) - (( Masterlist ))
He still remembered how you told him the news, so casually, standing in his office and interrupting his work. He didnât mind, the moment you had walked in, all his senses went wild, his body alert and ready like you had somehow managed to train him to react that way to the infernal curves of your body. It was a day like any other day, he imagined you were visiting him in hopes to put the small amount of time he spent home to good use. Especially with how nice you looked in that dress, the fabric highlighting all the curves and dips he so enjoyed to touch⌠But, instead of approaching him. Instead of sitting on his lap or bending over his desk with your dress pulled up for a quick - but efficient - hookup, you remained on the other side of his desk, a nervous expression on your face that he noticed right away.
âIâm pregnant.â You told him, dropping it like a bomb. If his blood had rushed down straight to his cock the moment he saw you, it took another turn as he heard your words, making his veins buzz with adrenaline. And maybe a bit of fear too.
But what was there to be scared about ? He was Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem, youngest - and most brilliant - head gamemaker of the Hunger Games and a wealthy and powerful man, nothing scared him⌠Especially not a baby. Yet, he felt his hands tremble slightly as he ran his fingers in his hair, trying to process your words and figure out a proper way to react to them but he felt lost and probably a bit dumbstruck too.
The fact that you seemed to be waiting for his approval, his congratulations or something - anything - only made it worse. He was a charming, charismatic politician, able to play with words to his advantage, he always knew exactly what to say and when to say it⌠But the news had rendered him silent. Or maybe it wasnât the news, but the fear that seized him at the throat when he had heard it.
His voice was gone. His lips were sealed. But he found a bit of strength to nod at you, quietly. You gave him a cold nod back and turned around, your high heels clicking against the wood flooring of his office before your mesmerizing silhouette disappeared behind a closed door.
And that was when he realized⌠That was exactly what he was so scared about. Not the pregnancy, not the baby itself but you, returning to your life as if he no longer existed in your eyes now that you had fulfilled your part of the contract.
He knew it was a selfish fear, coming from a man who barely knew anything about you a few months prior. But now, he knew how to make your body react to his touch, he knew that you liked it when he was rough when fucking you and he knew exactly what to do to get you to cry out in bliss. And he dreaded the idea of never putting all that knowledge to good use ever again.
A few months later and he almost was used to the distance between you both again. His political duties were consuming the most of his time and energy so, even if you still haunted his every thought, he barely had the opportunity to feel miserable about it, too busy having to put up a show of perfection for his electors.
Every once in a while, he met you for lunch or supper at the manor, always surprised by how round your belly was getting. It seemed to him that it kept inflating like a balloon day after day. The bump you carried with you was a constant reminder that you were about to give him an heir yet, he never felt so feral at the idea of fucking you and breeding you. The way all your outfits always seemed too tight around your chest, your breasts so swollen that they seemed desperate to spill out of the fabric of your clothes, how your hips looked larger and wider than before, enhancing the shape of your body and making you resemble a work of art⌠All of that was close to making him lose his mind with the intense desire he felt for you.
But, despite his desperate need for you, he was determined to respect your wishes. If you no longer wanted him to touch you, now that you were about to give him what he had asked of you, then he wouldnât force you to accept him, even though he knew very well that he could. He didnât even try to take his frustration out on another woman, because none of them compared to you. All he had left was his hand and the blurry memories of your body and how it felt when he was buried inside you.
âMrs Snow.â He greeted you, casually, as he always did so that there was no way for you to be able to tell what effect the sight of you had on him.
âMister Snow.â You replied, taking your seat at the end of the table.
He liked when you called him like this, even if it sounded cold and distant. In the intricacies of his mind, he firmly believed that it was your way of calling each other pet names.
âThe pond you wanted to add to the greenhouse is finished.â He told you, hoping that small talk would help him focus on something other than the plumpness of your lips.
You didnât say anything, simply nodding, as two of your house employees placed a plate of fuming food in front of each of you. Coriolanus found it odd to see you react with such little enthusiasm, considering that the pond was one of the few things you had asked in exchange of giving him an heir.
âIs everything alright ?â He asked you, as unpleasant images of your body in a hospital bed and thick smoke danced in his mind.
âAbsolutely.â You replied, in a tone that meant the opposite.
He watched as you shoved a huge piece of filet mignon in your mouth, chewing with determination. He decided to do the same, carefully cutting his meat in small cubes before bringing one to his lips. His tongue instantly tingled in reaction, his tastebuds catching fire as he struggled to chew and swallow the overly spicy piece of meat. He tried to put out the fire in his mouth and throat with a big gulp of water but the numbness that the burn left in its wake almost felt worse.
Coriolanus looked at the avox standing by the door, wondering if somehow, one of his servants had attempted to poison him but then, his gaze landed on you, chewing on your meal as if the spice barely affected you.
âWhat is going on with the chef ? Itâs the third time this week that weâre served spicy food.â
âIt was a request of mine⌠I was hoping for something stronger, Iâm a bit disappointed.â You replied, placing a slice of pepper directly on your tongue.
âWhy would you want to eat⌠This ?â He asked, unable to conceal the expression of disgust that appeared on his face.
âI read that it helps to induce labor.â
Coriolanus almost choked on his water at your words, he wiped his mouth with the luxurious napkin placed on his lap before looking back at you, skeptically.
âIsnât it a bit early for such experiments ?â
âEarly ? Iâm over forty weeks pregnant and there are no signs of the baby coming out anytime soon.â What ? Forty weeks ? How was this possible ? If the time he spent longing after you felt like an eternity, surely his daily life didnât seem to be passing by as quickly. âI want this baby out, I wonât be able to stand being pregnant much longer.â
He couldnât help but chuckle, finding your distress a bit amusing but, judging from the way you were glaring daggers at him, you did not agree with him.
âItâs not so bad, is it ?â
Your eyes darkened for a moment and he wondered if you were plotting his demise.
âAre you kidding me ? My whole body aches constantly, Iâm hideous and our baby wonât let me sleep because he or she is too busy kicking my bladder from midnight to morning.â
âIâm sorry.â He said, hiding his smile by taking another sip from his glass because he knew you might kill him if you caught it. âI wish I could help.â
âWell, you can.â You answered, a spark of something unusual in your eyes. Coriolanus raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what he could possibly do to take away a bit of your discomfort. Whatever it was, he was willing to give it a try and that made him realize that, maybe, sex wasnât the only thing he cared about after all.
You winced and before he could ask you what was wrong, you stood up to join him by the opposite end of the dining table, placing his hand on your belly, where your skin was stretching out under your babyâs ferocious kicks.
âSee, I swear he does it on purpose.â
Coriolanus didnât answer anything, amazed but what he felt under his palm. Life he had helped create, moving and stretching, right there inside you. It was unbelievable.
âIt must be⌠Uncomfortable.â He finally managed to say, keeping his hand there for a moment longer.
âVery.â You confirmed and, when he looked at you again, he noticed the soft blush coloring your cheeks. âI was told that orgasms are another good way to induce labor.â
He took his hand off of your belly like it had burned him. He wasnât used to you being so⌠Blunt. The proposition was tempting, extremely tempting, especially since he hadnât touched you since the moment you had told him your efforts had paid off and you were finally pregnant. Even if, most nights, he couldnât sleep, thinking about how he missed fucking you. He missed how you moaned his name and how you cried out in pleasure. How your pussy perfectly fitted his cock each time. How good it felt to be inside you and how much he loved the fact that everyone in Panem knew that you were his.
It was impossible to refuse what you were asking of him now, not when all he had been thinking about for the past 40 weeks was how different your body must feel now, with your breast so much bigger and tender looking, your hips wider, and that round stomach that would bounce with each of his thrusts. But if the goal was to get you in labor faster, then he couldnât do it. Not if it meant taking the risk to shorten his time with you, if anything went wrong and he lost you⌠If he could never see your beautiful face again, fuck your perfect body until he was satisfied and hear the way you laughed at other politiciansâ bad jokes, he wasnât sure heâd ever recover from such heartbreak. Because that was what it was, even though he fought against it with all his might.
He loved you.
âI think you should rest, the baby will be here soon enough.â He told you, his chest tight with the realization of his feelings for you and his body begging for him to change his mind.
âPlease.â You pleaded, taking a step closer to play with a button of the burgundy vest he was wearing. âDonât make me beg, Mister Snow.â
He would do anything for you and you knew it, didnât you ? All you ever had to do was ask nicely and it was yours. This request was no exception, he couldnât say no. Not when his cock was throbbing with desire in his pants and his body was calling for yours like a magnet desperate to connect with its rivaling force.
There was no guarantee that this old wivesâ tale would work and provoke the birth after all. And he couldnât pass up on this opportunity to be inside you once again, fill you up with his cum, one last time before heâd avoid it at all cost after that. He was determined to not get you pregnant again, not if it wasnât necessary, the risk of losing his most valuable possession - you - in childbirth was far too high to take.
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned your voluptuous body with hunger. The sight of your lush curves and the scent of your perfume filled the room, a heady aphrodisiac that made his cock throb painfully in his pants. With a low growl, he stood from his seat, grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, and pressed his thickening erection against the soft mound of your belly.
Without a word, he scooped you up and sat you down gently on the polished mahogany table gleaming under the soft glow of the pendant light. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your swollen breasts and tracing the curve of your hips. His fingertips grazed your clit, and you gasped, arching your back.
Your pussy was a wet, already soaking the crotch of your silky panties, leaving a damp spot on the fabric that grew darker by the second. He slid his hand down to feel the heat emanating from your core, and his cock grew even harder at the thought of plunging into your tight, wet warmth for the first time in such a long time.
He took his time, tugging your dress off and unhooking your bra, revealing your swollen breasts in all their glory. He took one in his mouth, sucking your nipple with a hunger that only a man who hadn't tasted his wife's flesh in weeks could muster.
You reached down to unbuckle his pants, your eyes never leaving his as you freed his cock. It sprang forth, thick and veiny, the head a dark, angry shade of purple. You stroked it gently, your thumb circling the precum that had gathered at the tip, smearing it along his shaft and making it glisten. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily at your touch.
The tension grew as you stood before each other, naked and wanting. Your belly, a testament to the love and lust he felt for you, served as a tantalizing reminder of the passionate moments you shared. He stepped between your legs, his cock standing at attention as he leaned in to kiss your pussy, his tongue sliding along your slit and teasing your clit. You threw your head back, your hair cascading over the edge of the table. His tongue delved further into your depths, savoring your taste, while his thumb played with your clit in slow, deliberate circles. Your moans grew louder, your body tightening around his mouth as you approached your climax.
He glanced at you, mesmerized by how your breasts heaved with each ragged breath you took, the sensation of his mouth on your most sensitive flesh driving you wild. Your hands clutched the edges of the table, your knuckles white with the effort of holding on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Finally, your climax crashed down on you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you cried out in ecstasy. He didn't stop, though, his tongue lapping up your sweet release as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm.
With a smug smile, he straightened up and positioned his cock at the entrance of your slick pussy. He paused for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent challenge, before he thrust into you with a force that sent shockwaves through both of your bodies. You were tight, tighter than ever before, and the sensation was both painful and exquisite. You both gasped as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching you to the limits of your new capacity. Your walls clamped down around him, a velvety vice that seemed to pulse with every beat of your racing heart.
His hips slammed into you, his cock plunging deep inside you with each powerful stroke, while you met him thrust for thrust, your heels digging into his backside. The friction of your skin was electric, sending sparks of pleasure along every nerve ending as you pushed each other closer and closer to the brink.
You could feel your orgasm building again, a slow burn that started in your toes and worked its way up your body. You reached down to rub your clit, your fingers slick with your juices, and your pussy contracted around his shaft, urging him deeper. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, as he felt you tighten around him. He knew you were close, and the thought of you coming again was almost too much for him to bear. He gripped your hips and drove into you with renewed vigor, his own orgasm fast approaching.
Your bodies moved as one, your hearts racing in sync. With each thrust, he grew more desperate, more frenzied, his breath coming in gasps and moans. And then, with a final, guttural cry, he erupted inside you, filling you with his hot, sticky seed. He felt your pussy clamp down around him, milking every last drop as you shuddered through your own climax, your walls pulsing with the force of your pleasure.
You stayed like that for a moment, panting and spent, your bodies entwined and your hearts racing. Then, with a sly grin, Coriolanus whispered in your ear, âIâm willing to help you out like this whenever you want.â
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Gifts (And Feelings) Exchanged
When the Karasuno boysâ volleyball team decided to organize a Secret Santa, you were initially excited. You love the players and your fellow managers, and you were looking forward to picking something out for them. That was, until you picked Tsukishimaâs name out of the hat.
You gulp and give a nervous smile before walking back and sitting down next to Yachi. She gives you a sheepish smile.
âDo you already have an idea of what youâre going to get him?â she asks.
You groan internally. âZero clue.â
She raises her brows in surprise. âReally? I wouldâve thought otherwise, considering youâve been on the team longer than me. N-Not that I meant that in a bad way!â She starts to apologize, but you cut her off.
âItâs okayâitâs justâŚâ You groan. âI donât even know what he likes.â She hums thoughtfully. âWanna see who I got?â
âYou donât have to show meââ she starts, but you hand over the slip of paper.
She lets out a quiet âOhhh.â
âYeah, I see the dilemma.â
You and Kei had a⌠certain relationship, to say the least. You provide him with minor feedback; he calls you rude names. Itâs all very pleasant. The worst part of it all is, you love the banter. At first, you dreaded practice, but over time, you started looking forward to seeing his stupid, gorgeous face. You think Tadashi might be onto you, too, because last week, when he and Kei started to walk off, he turned and gave you a thumbs-up for some reason. Weird.
You sigh again and stare at Keiâs name on the paper. âWhat to get you?â you mutter.
Kei hated buying gifts for people. It felt much too personalâespecially when it was for people he hardly knew. He could stomach buying a birthday present for his family or maybe Tadashi, but his teammates? No thanks. When he drew your name out of the cheaply made Santa hat, he frowned. He crumpled the paper and immediately walked back to sit next to Tadashi.
âWhoâd you get, Tsukki?â Tadashi asked.
âThat would defeat the whole purpose of the âsecretâ in Secret Santa, Tadashi,â Kei replied snarkily.
As Tadashi starts rambling on about what heâs thinking of getting Hinata, Keiâs mind begins to driftâspecifically, to his favorite manager. While he would rather die than admit it, he truly enjoyed the banter between the two of you. At first, you were a bit shy and didnât want to talk back to him, but over time, you started giving him hell. And he loved every second of it.
âTsukki? Are you thinking aboutââ
A quick smack shuts Tadashi up.
âShush,â Kei mutters.
As the days go by, both you and Kei find yourselves with a bit of a problem. Trying to find the perfect gift for each other is harder than either of you expected, especially since youâre both determined not to go the predictable route. Youâd die before giving him something as generic as a water bottle or some volleyball gearâKei deserves something personal, even if heâd never admit to liking it.
Finally, after a lot of thought (and some input from Yachi and Tadashi), you settle on a gift: a small, framed photo of the team celebrating their last win, with Kei in the background, a hint of a smile on his face. You remember catching that rare moment and thinking how nice it would be to remind him of it. You also throw in a mini potted cactus, with a tiny note that says, âEven prickly plants can grow if you give them some light.â You canât help but laugh at the idea, knowing heâll probably roll his eyes at the cheesy note, but maybe⌠just maybe, heâll like it.
Meanwhile, Kei is just as stuck. He considers a sarcastic, borderline rude gift but somehow canât bring himself to go through with it. Instead, he finds himself at a music store, almost embarrassed as he searches for something youâd like. Finally, he picks out a simple pair of high-quality earbuds, with a note that says, âFor when you need to block out annoying people.â He cringes at his own softness but tells himself itâs fine. Itâs practical, he reasons. Nothing more.
The day of the Secret Santa gift exchange arrives, and youâre doing your best to act casual as you hand Kei his present. He takes it with an unreadable look on his face, his usual cool and indifferent expression firmly in place.
As he opens it, you see his lips twitch upward for just a second at the sight of the cactus and the note. But he quickly clears his throat, trying to play it off as uninteresting. âVery⌠thoughtful,â he says, not meeting your gaze. His eyes linger on the photo frame for a moment, and youâre almost sure heâs touched, even if he wonât say it.
âYeah, yeah,â you say, crossing your arms and looking away to hide your own embarrassment. âDonât get too sentimental on me, Tsukishima.â
âPlease. I wouldnât dream of it,â he replies, though you both know heâs trying not to smile.
Then, itâs your turn. Kei hands you a small box, and you open it to find the earbuds. At first, you blink in surprise, then read his note and canât help laughing. Itâs such a Tsukishima thing to say, and somehow, that makes it all the more endearing.
âThanks, Kei,â you say, softening a bit as you look up at him. âIâll make sure to use them when youâre being especially irritating.â
He smirks. âThatâs probably wise.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and both of you look away, unsure of what to say next. Practice is wrapping up, and everyone else is getting ready to leave. You clear your throat and try to act nonchalant.
âSo, uh⌠do you want to grab something to eat after this?â you ask, trying to sound as casual as possible. âI mean, since weâre⌠already here and all.â
Keiâs eyebrows raise, and for a split second, he looks genuinely surprised. But he quickly regains his composure, shoving his hands in his pockets. âSure,â he says with a shrug. âI guess I could tolerate your company a little longer.â
You roll your eyes, smiling. âHow generous of you.â
As you both head out together, walking a little closer than usual, you feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the winter cold. You both canât help but be happy with what your secret santa got you- somebody to be with.
note: i know itâs early november but i want it to be christmas already đ
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#hq x reader#hq#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#kei x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#haikyuu tsukishima
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someone please tell me why blue lock is consuming my entire brain.
i have made a short prologue for the fic. shinsei ayame is my new baby girl and i love him. he is my personal way of distributing justice against isagi for making niko cry and kuon for being an ass.
it's going to be slight yan / yan tendencies, probably just more obsessive love interests than considered normal but we can blame that on everyone being trapped in a football prison. i think it makes sense
anyways i'll probably post the prologue on friday? depending on how fast i finish writing the second chapter. i think it'll go pretty fast once i get into it i've already got notes on the first episode so
#seriously i love ayame he's just my way of simping for bachira chigiri reo and nagi and beating up everyone else#just so many of them deserve to be punched and ayame is going to punch them for me#i was gonna replace isagi at first but then i realized that would make me have to do so much work#AND if i did that ayame couldn't punch him#like. bro he made niko CRY. the baby??? the BABY???#so much about isagi infuriates me if you're gonna leave people behind like in 2nd selection just do it#him trying to apologize / be nice about it when he shows nothing to say that he means it genuinely is so frustrating#like just go stop being a twofaced dick#we all know you wanna be the best and to be the best you know you're going to have to step on other people. and we know you enjoy doing tha#so commit and stop being a coward#it would make him so much more likeable in my opinion#like ok sadist apologizing even when we SEE YOU enjoy crushing other people. ok.#aneways ngl kinda obsessed with bachira rn he's gonna get alot of screen time at the start. lil cutie deserves it#chigiri is going to be here too but i'm not sure if that's going to be romantic or not#i just like him :)
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your birthday party || katsuki bakugou
tags: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, mha, bnha, y/nâs birthday party
cws: cute pre-relationship fluffđźđź
katsuki bakugou who doesnât want to admit that he likes you, at first. all of his friends were enamored with you â things like âsheâs just the sweetest!â from mina ashido, and âdamn, do you see that ass?â from eijirou kirishima â but he couldnât bring himself to speak his own thoughts out loud.
katsuki bakugou who pretends to be cool and nonchalant when you finally work up the nerve to talk to him individually, but his heart is pounding just as hard as yours.
katsuki bakugou who is nothing short of shocked to find itâs you knocking on his dorm room door, holding out a sparkly invitation to your birthday party the next weekend. [he accepts it with a âyeah i can try to be thereâ, but definitely mumbled something about the âfucking glitterâ after you walked away grinning.]
katsuki bakugou who complains to kirishima when he canât find anything you might like as a present in the mall, then gets red in the face when kiri asks why he cares so much. [âbecause itâs a nice thing to do, shitty hair!â]
katsuki bakugou who shows up to your birthday party with no gift in his hands [you donât care, his presence is enough], but goes out of his way to tell you âhappy birthdayâ discreetly.
katsuki bakugou who almost brings the building down when he finds a guy trying to make a move on you after youâre clearly uninterested and uncomfortable, berating him in front of the whole party. [âshe said no, you dumbass idiot! get the fuck out of here before i really explode on you!â]
katsuki bakugou who finds you sniffling on the balcony, apologizing for causing a scene. [âhey, iâm sorry about that back there⌠i didnât mean to ruin your party.â]
katsuki bakugou who smirks proudly when you tell him he did not, in fact, ruin the party, and that you were just teary-eyed with relief that the future number-one hero came to your rescue.
katsuki bakugou who pulls a small box from his chest pocket and sets it on the railing beside you. [âi, uh â saw this and thought you might like it. but donât get any ideas, nerd.â]
katsuki bakugou who bought you the most gorgeous ruby necklace, with a pendant that has your name engraved on it. [you definitely started crying again. âthis is the nicest thing anyoneâs ever gotten me!â]
katsuki bakugou who gently puts the necklace on you, heart pounding as his fingers brush the nape of your neck, smirking as he pulls away and gets a good look at it. [âit suits you. pretty necklace for a pretty girl.â]
katsuki bakugou who promptly excuses himself, saying itâs past his bedtime and leaving you flabbergasted on the balcony. [he definitely canât stop smiling and replaying the moment in his head when he closes his dorm room door.]
#katsuki fluff#katsuki x y/n#bakugou scenarios#bakugou x fem!reader#bakugou x reader#bnha scenarios#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha x reader#mha scenarios#bakugou katsuki#mha dynamight#mha bakugou#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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Asking to Sketch Them
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*cough* I forgot this series was a thing I was doing uwu
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DIASOMNIA
Malleus Draconia
"Oh? How bold of you to think you could capture my visage in a mere canvas."
He says with the goofiest smile imaginableďźââ˝âďź
He's already summoning a chair to sit on
Very experienced with posing so it's a breeze
You have a nice chat about philosophy, gargoyles and culture while you draw him
When you're done he's fangirling internally
Asks if he can commission you to draw a portrait of the both of you tgt
Hangs it up in his room <3
Becomes a regular commissioner
Mostly gargoyles
10/10 honestly nothing bad to say he's lovely
Lilia Vanrouge
"Fufufu, I've been in thousands of portraits over the years, you'll have to try your hardest to really impress me~ No pressure though!"
100% pressure once again
The old bat man will probably be hanging from the ceiling no negotiating
So it's either you draw him upside down or get upside down too
If you choose the second option you best hope no one walks in on you cuz damn wtf
How are you doing that you aren't even using magic???
When you're finished he jumps down and looks and goes
"How nice! Art has truly evolved so much since the last time I had one done~"
Starts showing you some of the portraits he had before like he's showing you baby pics
One of them has him looking like those medieval babies TT
4/10 I can't explain why I'm not giving him a lower score he's just funky
Silver
"No problem. If I fall asleep you can just wake me up, I won't mind."
He doesn't have much experience in posing but he's a natural
He's lookin like a disney princess fr, animals have started gathering
You're having a pleasant chat abou-
Oop he fell asleep
You think about waking him up but like
He looks so peaceful and like he's not even really moving so-
By the time you're done he's probably up and he starts apologizing
Tbh it's Silver so it would've been beautiful whether he was awake or asleep
Bonus points if you include the woodland critters snuggling into him
Human anatomy AND animal anatomy practice!!
9/10 he tried his best and it did turn out well
Sebek Zigvolt
"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS HUMAN! MY VALUABLE TIME IS SPENT GUARDING AND PROTECTING THE HONOUR OF THE GLORIOUS YOUN-"
once again someone kiss him and shut him up omg
Or actually just show him the Malleus portrait he'll shut up
Yeah you have to do Malleus first if you wanna draw him
Stiff like a ramrod his face looks constipated
Ask him a question about his young master and he forgets he's being drawn in exactly 3 seconds
His face really lights up as he talks about him it's kinda cute
By the time you're done he's probably still talking so interrupt in a speech break
Thinks you did a good job and asks for some advice with art
Then starts trying to buy the malleus portrait off of you
I should've tried harder to not make 80% of his just him talking about the dragon boi but it's really hard cuz he's just him TT
7/10 he's not that bad but your ears are bleeding
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Can you pretty please write a fic where Logan and Deadpool are having an argument about how they should be fucking the reader, like going over techniques while the reader is just drooling and mindless like âwhaaaâ
hell YEAH i love getting fucked stupid by big strong men >:3333âŹ
this is a rly good prompt btw so i could GLADLY expand on this but for rn hereâs a snippet đ
warning: dp, painal, sadomasochism, mild transphobia, slurs, degradation, overstim, dubcon, daddy kink
anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/bussy
They talk about you like youâre not even there.
Well, physically you were right there with them. Mentally you were nowhere to be found, certainly not on their conversational level. Wade had been bouncing you in his lap for god knows how long. His cock in your cunt had thoroughly fucked your train of thought off the tracks. Your internal monologue was nothing but bitchy whimpers and primal burning for more. Welp. What do you expect? Back to back orgasms will do to that to you. You couldnât even recall how the argument started, and context wouldâve really been helpful.
âWow! Okay! Thatâs a shitty thing to say to our guest! Wanna apologize and maybe try that one again, JK Rowling?â
"Oh, get fucked. That's not what I meant and you know it." Logan kept his firm hands on your shoulders, assisting your bounce, since your legs were damn near liquified.
âMmmmm, ah, gah-fuuuck⌠Wh... Wha? Huh?â
âHow is that not what you meant?" Wade, questioned, maintaining his steel grip on your ass. He felt that he had to protect you from the big bad wolf and his transphobia. "You just said heâs not a real man because he has a pussy. A tight, sweet, JUICY pussy that feels like a fleshlight full of microwaved angel dust. And yet SOMEHOW this makes him not a real man to you? Maybe youâre just not man enough for HIM, sugar-tits!â
"I said you gotta fuck him like a real man. Youâre being too good to him. It's gonna fuel his ego, and Iâm not letting you turn him into a spoiled brat. Fuck him in the ass, that'll teach him a lesson. Show him this shit ain't a joke."
"No way! Ass is ass is ass is ass. Everybody's got an asshole, peanut, and newsflash? They all feel the same. But this boy's pussy? This hot buttery premium A5 wagyu bussy that'sâSQUEEZINGmyfuckingdicksotight, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, angel baby, sweet boy, you feel so GOOD! Making your Daddy feel so good, good boy!"
Praise was easy enough to process. It didn't require any cognitive effort on your part. You didn't have to weigh in and have an opinion, you just have to take it, and be grateful for it. "Hah, fuck! Thankâthank you, Daddy! FUCK! Wade! WadeWadeWadeWadeâWADE! WadeWadeWade..."
But Logan wouldn't let it go. "I'm serious. Make him take it up the ass, or I will."
âUn-be-lievable. You know something? You must be the one guy in this universe who could see a whimsical forest path that leads to a magical unicorn fountain, and says 'Oh, no, none for me. Let me go spelunking in the poop-chute, thank you very much!' And if that's not the single gayest thing I've seen in my entireâ"
"WADE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Eeep!"
Oh, you poor thing. He nearly gave you a heart attack! It's terrifying when someone yells out of nowhere, especially when that someone has you naked and vulnerable in their hands. Logan had slammed you down on Wade's cock when he yelled, completely stopping the scene and trapping you between them. Woah. Time out. Shit has officially just gotten real. You and Wade held bated breath, and traded a glance that said "We're cooked. Nice knowing ya."
But Logan just laughed at you both. Delighted by the atmospheric tension he had just created.
"Heh... heh heh heh..."
Then he relaxed his grip on you, and those big strong calloused man hands started to explore. They massaged your shoulders, rubbed your neck and jaw, and groped and squeezed wherever they pleased. All the while, his hot breath, tinted with whiskey and malice, ghosted over the shell of your ear as he talked. He spoke very firmly. Targeted. Slow. He wanted you to get every fucking word.
"Listen, bub. Iâm not about to question whether or not youâre a man, okay? But Iâll say this. When real men wanna take cock? It hurts. Oh, it hurts real bad. And most of âem donât get the luxury of a cushy little cunt thatâs meant to take a pounding. No, son. Real men get ripped apart by cock. It makes them cry and scream and sometimes their tiny little rims even bleed because of it. And you know what? They love it. They love how much it hurts them. Cause theyâre men. Strong men. And youâre no fuckinâ better than them, you know that? You think just cause you got another hole that you can take the easy way out? Everything's gonna be peaches and cream, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my watch, you little shit. You wanna act like you're such a fag? Well then youâre getting fucked like one of us too."
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âJesus fucking Christ, babycakes, if you donât want him up your ass Iâll GLADLY take the heat for you.â
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ŕ¨ŕ§ â duck (nrk)
pairing. idol bf! nishimura riki x fem! reader synopsis. you want a sonny angel hipper genre. est. relationship fluff wc. 1947 notes. ft. enhypen library.
ever since your friend showed you her sonny angel hipper on the back of her phone you knew you needed one.
it had been about a month ago when you had set your eyes and manifestations toward getting the duck baby for your phone.
specifically, because the duck reminded you of your boyfriend, riki.
riki being an idol, garnered him a representative animal. amongst a few others, the duck stood out the most.
you thought it was the most accurate and adorable animal they could have chosen for him. he looked exactly like a duck to you.
you had even told his members that he resembled a duck before being told it was his emoji.
he reluctantly told you all of his self-revised profile after a while of dating.
when you had first met riki you accidentally bumped into him while trying to get the sonny angel furthest from the front of the display. convinced that by some miracle a sonny angel would be hiding amongst the smiskis.
defeated you had stood up and accidentally bumped right into riki.
you stared up at the tall figure clad in a hat and mask apologizing. until your eyes landed on the small box in his hand. the only baby you had seen all day.
âwhere did you get that from?â you asked curiously, looking up at him.
âoh um iâm holding it for my friend,â he coughed. âit was the last one.â pointing towards another boy with a mask and sunglasses on in the corner.
âoh.â you frowned, looking back over at the shelf.
your older sister had texted you saying she was on her way back to pick you up from downtown and you were sad again leaving the store. as you came every week in hopes of getting another baby.
you had plenty of regular sonny angels but you hadnât been able to find any marine series ones. you had been coming for a whole month straight but every time the store employees had apologized for being sold out.
he saw how sad you were and decided sunoo could always get another one. he had to buy it for you.
you had walked off to look around the store.
riki was scared you were about to leave so he quickly rushed to the cashier and bought the toy baby. he asked the employee for a pen. he quickly wrote his number on the receipt and ran after you.
nearly stepping out of the exit you were stopped by riki with a shopping bag.
âi got this for you!â he huffed, catching his breath. how did you walk so fast?
surprised and confused you took the bag from his hands and opened it.
riki watched your eyes widen and your lips break into a smile.
you opened the blind box and ended up getting the exact one you wanted, the penguin. you jumped up and down excitedly for a couple of seconds before remembering you were celebrating in front of a stranger. a cute stranger.
âoh my gosh thank you thank you thank you!!â you exclaimed. âthis was the exact one iâve been hoping for oh my gosh!!â
âitâs no problem really,â he chuckled. âyou looked so sad and i didnât want to see a cute girl leave empty-handed.â
you could feel your cheeks heat up but thank god for your full coverage foundation.
âthank you so much..?â
âriki. iâm riki nice to meet you.â
âiâm ____!â
then looking back at your new sonny angel and bringing him up to your eye level.
âi guess his name will also be riki since you got me the penguin iâve been hoping for!â you said giggling, turning the baby around to show him your new toy named after him.
âhow can i repay you?â you asked.
âitâs nothing! but my number is written on the receipt if you ever need someone to buy you another one.â he winked at you.
you swore you were dreaming.
you two stared at each other for a couple of seconds but then were interrupted by the honk of a car. which when turning around happened to be your sister parked on the side waiting for you.
âthank you so much again riki!â
âtext me when you get home.â
then in the blink of an eye, you were driving away with your sister. not forgetting to wave at riki who watched from the doors of the store.
you let out a laugh when you saw his friend come up from behind him with an angry look on his face.
the rest is history.
it was around 11 am and you were now desperately trying to shake riki awake. you needed to buy a sonny angel hipper like your friend and needed him to come with you. it was not like you couldnât go alone but you hated driving alone.
âki wake up plz!!â you sighed, rolling over him a bunch of times like you were a human-sized lint roller.
which you were then stopped by a long arm locking around you, preventing you from moving.
âjust go back to sleep baby,â he mumbled, moving you next to him and burying his face in your neck.
âbut i need to buy a sonny angel hipper!â you exclaimed, squirming around.
âwhy donât you just buy one online ____?â
âbecause!! i want the duck one and having you there ups my chances of getting the duck because you're a duck.â you complained.
âcan we go later? iâm still sleepy..â he yawned, tightening his grip on you.
you shot up and went to the bathroom to get ready. you were going to get him to get up now no matter what.
âyou know, i could always go with sunghoon! maybe iâll get the penguin and name it after him!â you yelled from the bathroom.
the mere mention of his hyungâs name made him shoot out of bed and head straight to his closet to get dressed.
he heard you squeal in victory and laughed to himself.
in 20 minutes you were finishing your makeup while riki stood behind you doing your hair. he had already dried it for you and was now contemplating which hairclips he should add to match your outfit.
you applied some lip balm and then grabbed rikiâs arm to put some on him since his lips were awfully dry and you both set out for the kitchen.
you were met with the smell of pancakes made by jay waiting for you at the table.
two plates next to each other, you however having waffles instead of pancakes since jay always remembered that you liked them better than pancakes.
âso where are you two off to?â asked jungwon, as he took a sip of his drink.
âi want to buy a new sonny angel!â you told the table. âitâs going to look just like riki!â
âso youâre getting the duck one?â said sunghoon, to which you nodded.
âoh can i come??â jake spoke.
âoh well itâs a date-â
âno.â the other 6 answered for you.
âworth a try..â jake sulked, taking a sad bite out of his chocolate chip pancake.
âmake sure to cover up, are you taking the train?â jay advised.
âwhat no! i can drive remember!â you reminded them.
you had had your driver's license in the states for about 2 years now and now have your license here. when you first met riki you were visiting your sister for the summer as she decided to study abroad. you and riki did some long distance for about a year until you moved and followed in your sister's footsteps.
ârikiâs your passenger princess.â jake quipped, causing the other members to laugh.
ânone of you can drive anyways, what if someone were to try and chase your van but the driver wasnât there to start the vehicle? you are all doomed.â
âitâs ok ____ you would save us!â said sunoo.
âno iâd save riki.â you replied, earning some joking eye rolls and a chorus of âboosâ.
you and riki finished eating and brought your plates to the sink. riki made sure to grab 2 masks for the both of you and some sunglasses for himself. then you were off.
you parked the car in the closest parking spot you could find next to the store you and riki met at. heâd paid for parking before you could and then you both quickly crossed the street and walked inside.
making a beeline to the wall of blind boxes, you and riki got to searching. high and low in every section of the store to see if someoneâs mom had said no and a kid was forced to put it back. but no luck. just like the first time you met, no luck.
you sighed and riki dragged you to the nearby cafĂŠ to buy you some cake to cheer you up.
on the drive home riki fed you spoonfuls of the cake since it was getting late and driving at night was not your favorite.
once you entered the doors you went straight to rikiâs room to mope and rot in his bed. you really wanted the duck so you could have something on your phone to match the riki polaroid in it.
riki followed shortly after, after greeting his members and putting the leftovers you guys had brought home in the fridge.
you felt the bed dip next to you and you turned around to see riki. by nature you rolled on top of him, resting your head on his chest.
it wasnât that late, but the sunsetting had made you feel the need for a nap.
riki ran his fingers through your hair, humming, and lulling you to sleep.
once he was sure you were asleep he reached to unplug his phone from his bedside table. he started to search the internet for the duck hipper you had been so determined to get.
he scrolled for 20 minutes trying to find the cheapest one on ebay and eventually settled on one going for 20 dollars.
he quickly paid and then he fell asleep.
a couple of days later it arrived and now it was rikiâs turn to forcefully wake you up. you woke up but didnât budge, resulting in riki having to carry you to the living room couch while he opened the box addressed to him.
once he had cut all the tape he placed the box on the coffee table, sitting down next to you and moving you to sit in his lap.
â____,â he called softly. âitâs for you.â
you rubbed your eyes and picked up the small box. pulling the top back to reveal the duck sonny angel you had been wanting.
your eyes shot open, feeling wide awake now. you threw your arms around rikiâs neck and thanked him continuously, kissing both of his cheeks in the process.
running back to his room to retrieve your phone, he used that time to throw the box in the garbage.
you came back with the new duck hat baby-clad attached to the top of your phone. being way too hyper and running back to your boyfriend you bumped into heeseung.
âhee! look i finally got my riki sonny angel!â you said waving the figure around in his face.
âwow, looks just like him,â he said, patting your head and passing you to go to the fridge.
you went back to the couch to sit next to riki and grabbed his phone. you made him pose with your phone case and photocard in a point-five photo. which you then changed to your lock screen.
riki giggled at your phone being strictly him-themed and brought you into a quick kiss.
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Dating Headcannons for The Boys characters!
Please send requests, i need motivation
Characters listed; Hughie, Butcher, M.M, Frenchie, Kimiko
Warnings; Mentioned drinking and cannon typical violence/language. Also iâm barely on season 2 please bear with me
Hughie;
- Heâs so so sweet about your relationship
- He gets you flowers for no reason other than he saw them and thought youâd like them
- He has thousands of reminders so he wonât forget anything, from a drink you liked to your anniversary he will have it written down.
- Later on in the series he gets protective and cautious about the relationship, scared someone (homelander) will mess it up by hurting you
- Heâll probably push you away a bit to try and protect you but after you knock some sense into him heâll be back to normal
- Loves park/library dates, going on a picnic during the summer and to the library when itâs to cold out.
- He will do so much for you (flowers, gifts, dates etc) and insist itâs nothing but will cry (happy tears) if you do the same
- Donât get me wrong tho, heâs still a bad ass (sometimes). He just dosnt want you to think differently of him because of it, heâs hurt people, killed people, and he honestly isnât too keen on focusing on it. Even if you two are in the same line of work.
- And if you two donât work together he tries to keep his âworkâ life and dating life separate, very separate.
âYouâve never told me what you do for work, maybe i could stop by and meet your co-workers.â
âUh, actually, i donât think thatâll work.â
âWhy not? is everything ok there or something?â
âI-, uhm, work alone, so i donât even have coworkers for you to meet really, itâs really boring infact youâd probably fall asleep just from me talking about it hahaha.â
- You find out like two days later
Butcher;
- Little shit
- I mean that affectionately
- His pet names will range anywhere from âDarlinââ to âFuckerâ and i WILL stand by it
- Heâll probably introduce you to his work before he does his dog
- But his dog is the big ticket, you meeting Terror is essentially his way of proposing before proposing
- Heâs protective but not in the âiâll watch your every moveâ more in the âim teaching you how to use every weapon to ever existâ way
- Honestly work would probably come before you for a while before he sucks it up and actually makes an effort
- Dates will be at the most shity bar imaginable, unless heâs apologizing for something then heâll take you to the nicest place he can and put on a suit. (itâs the Cheese Cake factory and heâs wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his jacket but heâs trying)
- Unlike Hughie he will introduce you to his work at some point, granted it would still be a while before he did but he would at some point.
- Heâs sweet in his own way
âDarlinâ, look what i got ya.â And itâs a Garfield shirt a size to big but you still wear it anyways
MM;
- Definition of husband material
- remembers anything and everything after being told one time
- makes you baths with rose petals and candles and all that stuff if you mention youâve been tired lately
- Takes you out to the movies and a nice restaurant at least twice a month
- Good gods heâs sweet to you
- He knows how to cook/bake and will make stuff for you all the time
- My guy will make a meal from your culture and practice making it almost daily just to give you a taste of home.
- He really loves back massages and cuddling after a long day
- Put on some crappy reality show for background noise and nap together
- He wants you as far away as humanly possible from his work, will literally say shit like âeveryone at work has the plague you canât visitâ as a joke to try and change the subject
- Chances are you wonât find out
- His favorite flowers are tulips and nothing will change my mind about it
âBaby what are these?â
âTulips, I bought them from a street market on 11th today. Theyâre your favorite, right?â
âGods, sweetheart youâre perfect.â
Frenchie;
- When you two meet you both think itâs just going to be a one night stand
-âŚthen itâs two nights, then three, then a week, then you start spending more time at his place than your own. One day you guys just realize youâre moved in and dating
âAre we dating?â
ââŚWas there anything else we could be mon cĹur?â
- honestly i donât think you two would get together if you werenât working together, or at least you were also into some shady shit
- But overall you guys have a strong relationship, one gets hurt the other kills someone, someone is hungry the other is already cooking, stuff like that
- He also cooks but itâs only french food, itâs like a super power. He can cook any french food effortlessly but literally anything else he messes up
- If you are french heâll be super happy someone else will appreciate the same stuff in a similar way
- If not then heâll be happy to share stuff with you, teach you some french words and tell you about stuff he grew up with
- Honestly heâs just happy someone (other than Kimiko) will listen and take an interest
Kimiko
-I have a confession to make, Kimiko is my favorite and i have a very blatant bias towards her
- Kill anyone you want bby i donât care ill always like you
- Anyways, It probably takes you a while to get close enough to her that sheâll consider dating you
- Once yâall get to that point i donât think you could break it tho
- I think she would like constant minimal physical contact, like hand holding or leaning on each other
- I think sheâd be pretty protective over you, like someone looks at you wrong and she wants to maul them
- Learn sign language with/for her she will love it
- Draw with her, get her supplies, like those alcohol markers iâm sure sheâll love them
- Honestly i donât think sheâd be big on pet names, she wouldnât object to it but i donât think sheâd give you one first
- Cook for her, i just think it would be sweet and she deserves it
âI got you some of those markers youâve been looking at for a while.â
Thank you, this is nice
- Please sheâs perfect i love her
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Bullshit (part 3/3)
Third and final part of my angsty Steddie âBullshitâ story where Steve changes himself to try to keep Eddieâs love. I swear the happy ending is finally here everyone! Please put the pitchforks and torches away!
I hope it lives up to expectations and thank you everyone for showing such a keen interest in my story. This final part is LONG and dialogue heavy but hey, at least you finally get the fluff.
Part 1 || Part 2
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It had been two weeks.
Which, sure, wasnât the longest theyâd gone without seeing each other before due to their lives being hectic, but it had been the longest theyâd gone without even so much as a quick goodnight phone call since they finally got together. Steveâs hand had hovered over the phone every night, wanting to call Eddie and apologize and promise to do better, but he was too much of a coward.
Because, you see, as long as they werenât talking, Steve could still pretend that they were together. He knew though that the moment his resolve crumbled and he called Eddie, or Eddie finally had enough and called him, that it would be over. Eddie would officially break up with him and this time Steve didnât know how he was going to pick up the pieces.
He loved too much, too quickly, too earnestly. But it was never enough. It was always just bullshit and he didnât know how to stop it from being bullshit. The first time he hadnât taken Nancyâs own needs into account, had been too caught up in his own trauma to realize that she needed more than just to pretend that nothing had happened and move on from what couldnât be changed.
Neither had been in the wrong, of course, both dealing with trauma and guilt in their own way, but in the end they had simply been too incompatible. He hadnât been what she needed and she hadnât been what he needed. They couldnât change that, not even back when that spark between them still burned in an ember. But who they were simply couldnât change to be what the other needed, or deserved.
So then he tried to change, for Eddie. Once Eddie and he got together, it was obvious they were too different. Their friends had commented on it enough, and then when Steve changed to be worthy of Eddie, they commented on that too. But Steve was fine with changing. He loved Eddie enough to become what would make Eddie happy. Heâd do anything to make Eddie happy.
Except he failed. He failed and now he had gone two weeks without speaking to his boyfriend who probably hated him now.
Their friends wouldnât tell him anything either, not that he really wanted them to know of his failure. Only Robin knew because she had been the first person he had called when Eddie had ran away from him when it became obvious Steve wasnât good enough.
Robin, who had threatened to make Eddieâs balls into earrings, had muttered about how sheâd always known he was trouble, but Steve also remembered how happy Robin had been when she discovered she wasnât alone. She and Eddie had gotten on like a house on fire, bickering like theyâd been siblings all along, and it had been so nice to have both his soulmates so close to him and each other.
He couldnât let Robin hate Eddie because of Steveâs own failings. So he talked to her, told her it was fine, told her not to hate Eddie just because Steve couldnât be what he wanted, though that only seemed to make Robin worse.
Until a few days ago.
She had suddenly returned with a smile on her face, and though she seemed impatient at times, she had at least stopped threatening bodily harm towards Eddie. She stopped bringing Eddie up entirely, actually, though she looked like she wanted to say something more than once.
Normally, Steve would have pried it out of her. It would have been easy too. A flash of wide eyes, downturned lips, tilted head, a soft whine to her name, and sheâd be spilling state secrets to himâŚthough he already knew all the state secrets that she knew. But she couldnât hide from her soulmate. Ever since that first bathroom confessional, they were never very good at keeping secrets from each other.
Steve was too tired for that now. He just wanted Eddie. But Eddie didnât want him.
Because he was bullshit.
Steve was curled on his couch, Dio blasting from the music system, the fancy new CD player rotating the shiny disc over and over again on repeat. Eddie had said he preferred vinyls, so Steve tried to only listen to vinyls when he was around, but Steve enjoyed the way he could set the new CD technology on repeat without having to get up. It let him wallow for longer.
Robin had been by earlier, though she seemed jumpier than normal, constantly looking at her watch. Sheâd finally jumped out of Steveâs bed they were lounging in and said she had to go about an hour ago, stuttering excuses and refusing to meet his eyes.
He wondered if Robin was beginning to realize he was bullshit too.
He couldnât blame her. They didnât really have much in common either. It was only trauma bonding that tied them together, or at least thatâs what she had called it a few nights after everything to do with Starcourt, when sheâd biked all the way to Loch Nora and pounded on the door until a bewildered Steve had answered.
Sheâd thrown her arms around Steve then, and heâd realized sheâd been crying, and she kept whispering over and over âyouâre safe youâre safe youâre safe youâre safeâ as though she needed to reassure herself. Steve had at first thought she was talking about herself, but then he realized she was talking about him.
That particular realization had been electrifying. No one had ever really checked up on him before. But apparently Robin had been unable to sleep, plagued by nightmares of what the Russians had done to Steve, plagued by the what-ifâs of Steve not making it out of the underground bunker. It was the first night they slept in the same bed together, but it wasnât the last.
Sheâd told him that they were trauma bonded, them and the rest of the group, that no matter how different they were, they would always have each otherâs back. That was also the first night sheâd called him her soulmate though, making certain he knew she meant it Platonic with a capital âPâ and nothing else. Steve realized that it didnât make it any less important.
But maybe that had been a lie too.
Maybe Robin was beginning to realize that they were too different. That Steve would never be good enough for anyone. Not good enough for his family, not good enough for Dustin, not good enough for Nancy, not good enough for Eddie, and not good enough for Robin. Always wanting, always worthless. Always bullshit.
It was during this spiral that a very polite, though loud, knocking came from the front door. He supposed they had to be loud to be heard over the sounds of Dio, which he had cranked up to try to drown out the thoughts in his head.
Steve rubbed at his eyes, which felt crusty from dried tears, sitting up from where he had collapsed after showing Robin out the door. Heâd think that it was Robin returning for something she forgot, a regular occurrence, but she rarely knocked anymore. She typically just let herself in with the spare key heâd given her. Heâd given one to Eddie too.
Pushing thoughts of his maybe-still-his-boyfriend away as he hit pause on the music, Steve shuffled towards the front door. He gave a brief tug of his Iron Maiden shirt, which was actually one of Eddieâs, to attempt to make his rumpled appearance look a little more presentable, and then he was swinging the door open to revealâŚ
Eddie???
ExceptâŚit wasnât an Eddie he recognized. No, this Eddie was wearing an orchid pink polo and light khakis, andâŚwere those Oxford shoes he was wearing?? With a matching belt??? His hair was smoothed fully back and clasped into a professional looking bun and not a single ring adorned his fingers, made obvious by the way Eddie held up a bouquet of roses. Even the ever present pick necklace from absent from Eddieâs neck.
Steve gaped.
âHello, Steve,â Eddie said, even his voice seemed softer, less wild, and his smile was the sort Steve had seen his fatherâs business associates give to each other when a good deal had gone through. Happy, pleased, but restrained. Nothing like the manic grins he was used to from Eddie.
âE-Eddie?â he croaked out, absolutely in disbelief. Behind Eddie, Steve could see a station wagon parked where Eddieâs van should be. âWhatâs going on?â
Eddie held the flowers out towards Steve, who automatically took them. He couldnât help but give a bemused smile even as he brought them up to smell. Eddie took a deep breath, indicating the foyer with a small motion of his hand.
âSorry, but may we talk inside?â
This strangely polite version of Eddie was making Steve feel weirdly uncomfortable, so used to the exuberance that normally surrounded the other man. He took a step back, however, because it was Eddie. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest at seeing Eddie again, even if he looked different.
Steve closed the door behind Eddie after the other man stepped forward, though not before wiping his shoes off on the doormat, which Steve could not recall Eddie ever doing before. He felt like he had somehow fallen into an alternate dimension, and not of the Upside Down variety. Maybe that would have been better; he knew how to handle that kind.
âUmâŚlet me put these in water?â Steve said, though it sounded more like a question, at a loss for what was happening right now.
âOf course, sweetheart. Do you mind if I put on the game?â
Sweetheart.
Steve felt a hopeful flutter in his chest and gut at the use of an endearment. Sure, Eddie was no stranger to using such terms in retaliation to bullies or anyone else he disliked, but that was not the tone Eddie used just now. No, he used the tone he always used with Steve, making Steve hopeful towards the idea that he hadnât actually ruined everything yet.
He was so caught up with that fact that it took him a moment to process the second part of what Eddie said. âUhâŚyeah, sure?â he answered with a question again, brows furrowing, as he wondered if he had somehow forgotten that he was supposed to host Eddieâs campaign night that night.
He hurried quickly to the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in, suddenly worried about how his home looked. He hadnât been expecting to host Dungeons and Dragons, didnât have the snacking station set up or anything. Did he have enough beverages? Who all was coming tonight? He felt his hosting anxiety start climbing at these questions, as well as the worry that this was a test.
If he failed tonight, would Eddie finally be done with him?
Steve was just settling the vase full of roses on the counter when he heardâŚwas thatâŚ?
âOh come on, Coach! Take him out!â Eddieâs voice filtered through to him as Steve slowly made his way towards the living room. âThat asshole is making Gochnaur look like a capable shortstop!â
Was EddieâŚwatching baseball?
Did Eddie know about John Gochnaur?
What was happening right now?
Steve stood in the doorway leading into the living room, watching with a completely gobsmacked expression as, yes, Eddie was currently watching baseball and giving correct commentary. Steve hadnât even known Eddie knew what a shortstop did.
Eddie glanced over at Steve and his annoyed expression smoothed into one of happiness. He pat the couch next to him invitingly and Steve could do nothing but walk forward and take his place at Eddieâs side. His furrowed brows shot up into his hairline when Eddie pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he started rattling off statistics of the players on screen like he did monsters during his DnD campaigns as he indicated the probability of home runs and errors.
âWhat the hell is going on right now?â he mumbled mostly to himself. This wasâŚthis was weird. He wasnât sure he liked this. No, he knew he didnât like this. Whatever this was, it felt wrong. He turned his head to frown at Eddie who still looked caught up in the game. In sports.
âEddie, whatâŚâ Steve shook his head slightly, wetting his lips. âWhy are you watching baseball? Why are you wearing those clothes? You just left the other days and now you look like a completely different person. What is going on?â
Eddie glanced over at Steve, his own brows high into his bangs. âI donât know what youâre talking about, Steve. Iâm wearing perfectly normal clothing. And sure, itâs only baseball, but itâs not like itâs basketball season yet.â
Eddie paused then, his expression settling into a neutral look for only a moment before slowly morphing to one of pained regret. He sight and hung his head for a moment before grabbing the remote and muting the screen. He then released Steve just enough to turn slightly on the couch to better face him.
âIâm sorry for leaving though, baby. Thereâs no excuse for just running out on you like that. I didnât want to hurt you, I justâŚI had a lot on my mind and I needed to figure some things out. But donât worry, Stevie. I have it all figured out now and now I can be an even better boyfriend to you,â he finished with a wide grin that looked nothing like his typical crazed charming smile. It looked more like the grins he used to make before he felt comfortable around Steve and the others.
Charming, yes, but not right. Not Eddie.
But Eddie was leaning forwards, brushing one of the limp pieces of his hair that he hadnât even bothered to style these past two weeksâhell, had barely had the energy to even washâback behind his ear. He then pressed forward to lightly kiss the tip of Steveâs nose with a smile, and Steve could only smile back. Eddie was here, with him, and that was all that mattered.
ExceptâŚ
Except.
Eddieâs pink polo was still in his line of vision. It was Eddie, but it wasnât Eddie at the same time. He looked nothing like the metalhead he loved. Not that there was anything wrong with what he wore now, of course, and honestly seeing Eddie in a polo was kind of hot, butâŚit wasnât him.
Steve pulled back, his smile turning back into a small frown. His eyes tracked over Eddieâs outfit. Sure, Eddie looked nice in it, but it was incredibly wrong. The khakis even looked pressed. âBut seriously, Eddie, what the hell are you wearing?â
Eddie looked down at his own clothing with a look of not understanding before looking back up at Steve. âI honestly donât know what you mean. Iâm wearing clothing. A shirt and pants Iâve even got underwear on underneath. Though I can wear a lot less of it if you prefer, baby,â he added in that sultry voice that never failed to get Steve going. Heâd once accidentally slipped into it while DMing when he narrated a succubus type NPC and Steve had popped a boner right then and there at the table.
And Steveâs dick made a valiant effort to respond now actually, but everything was wrong and Steve didnât like that. He continued frowning at Eddie.
âWhy are you wearing a polo?â he asked more directly, because he knew from experience with Dustin and Robin and even Eddie himself that sometimes you just have to ask directly if you wanted a proper answer. And seriously. A polo?? âWhere are your regular clothes. And why are you watching baseball?â
âI like baseball,â Eddie replied easily with a shrug. âItâs not as bad as I thought. I like that the players can have their little music intro. And I wear polos now, theyâre surprisingly comfortable.â He gave Steve a gentle smile. âIf you donât want to watch baseball, we can do something else. You wanna put on some music? Have you heard Debbie Gibsonâs new song? Truly heartbreaking. I bet itâs on the radio right now.â
Steve just gaped. It was like Eddie was speaking an alien language even though he knew that all that was English and he understood each word separately. All together though, coming from Eddieâs mouth? Yeah, nothing made sense.
âEddie,â he breathed, slowly reaching out for Eddieâs left hand and feeling another swoop of wrongness at the lack of rings there. âWhen you said you wanted to put on the game, I thought you meant a campaign. And Debbie Gibson? Babe, youâre in a metal band. Debbie Gibson isnât cool.â
âHey! You treat Deb with respect. Girlâs got an excellent voice,â Eddie said with indignation. Steve could only roll his eyes because yeah, he knew that, but Eddie saying something like that? Unreal. It was Eddieâs next words that made him freeze solid, however.
âBesides, I quit the band. Dungeons and Dragons too. Figured Iâm too old for that nerd shit. Iâm thinking about getting a real job now anyways, so I donât have time for all that anymore. Actually, do you want to go through the classifieds together with me later? Gareth said heâd try to get me an in with his dadâs company, but itâs better to be prepared.â
Eddie quit the band? Quit Dungeons and Dragons? Was talking about a corporate job? What. The. Fuck.
Steve scrambled up from the couch, his fingers moving up to squeeze the bridge of his nose before both hands settled on his hips as he stared at Eddie in disbelief. âYou love Corroded Coffin. And Dungeons and Dragons! Why the hell would you stop doing something you love?â
Something flashed across Eddieâs expression then, something pleased like Steve had said exactly what Eddie had hoped he would, but it was gone the very next instant leaving Eddie simply staring up Steve with wide and imploring eyes.
âBut Steve,â he said, and his tone was too earnest that it made Steve pause. âI love you more, and you donât like those things. So Iâll change, for you.â
The words were like a bucket of ice water thrown back in his face. He couldnât move, couldnât react. Couldnât resist when Eddie reached out and grasped his hand to pull him back to the couch heâd just vacated, pulling him against his side once more.
âYou changed for me, so now Iâll change for you,â Eddie said like the solution was obvious. Steve mutely shook his head, but Eddieâs smile was toothy and sharp and so much like the smile he was used to that he couldnât speak. Which was just as well, since Eddie wasnât done. âYou changed who you were because you loved me so much and didnât want to lose me. Is it so preposterous to imagine that I love you so much that Iâm willing to do the same?â
Yes! Steve wanted to exclaim, wanted to shout and shake Eddie, because of course Eddie didnât love Steve the same way that Steve loved Eddie; no one ever did.
Well, except maybe Robin. They were Platonic soulmates after all. He knew that he had started doubting her earlier, which made him a little nauseous to do actually, but she had been the only one so far who had never abandoned him. Who seemingly cared for him the same way he cared for her.
But to think he could possibly be blessed with someone who loved him, romantically, that same way? To think that he might be lucky enough to have that sort of fabled love twice? Impossible! BecauseâŚbecause he knew. He knew he wasnât good enough. He wouldnât ever be good enough. He didnât deserve it. He wasnât a good person. He wasnâtâ
âDo you know why I love you, Stevie?â Eddie murmured, cutting off Steveâs thoughts and causing him to stiffen beside him. It wasnât like he was unused to these declarations; Eddie never really shied away from telling Steve he loved him, though Steve had to fight back the inane temptation to make a bitchy little joke about it like heâd had before, teasingly crediting his ass or how pretty he looked on his knees. Eddie had given them as reasons enough for his love when theyâd joked around before, just as Steven had teasingly cited his love as being because of how skilled Eddieâs fingers were, or the talent of his mouth.
He could sense, however, that trying to trivialize the moment would not go well this time. No, Eddie was looking at him earnestly once more, was reaching out again for Steveâs hand to hold and clutch between both of his against his chest. He thankfully did not seem like he was expecting an answer from Steve.
âItâs because you thought about my safety first, back then, at Skull Rock, even after Iâd shoved a broken bottle at your neck. Even though we ran in two totally different circles, you immediately put me as a priority. Itâs because you didnât hesitate to jump into the water, not in belittlement of Wheeler and Buckley for being girls, or me for beingâŚwell, meâŚbut simply because you were aware of your own qualifications and knew you were best for the job.
âItâs because, at the first real opportunity of being relatively alone with me, you immediately thanked me for coming to help you after youâd been pulled under, like there had been any other option. As if it wasnât a given that you deserved to be made a priority too.â
Eddie paused then, thickly swallowed as his eyes closed momentarily. âThough you totally saved your own ass there, tearing that bitch apart with your bare hands. Youâre a total badass, sweetheart,â he rumbled, the heat of hungry appreciation in his voice. âWrapped up in soft yellow sweaters and ridiculously styled hair.â
Opening his eyes to look at Steve again, Steve could see some of that (still surprising) hunger lingering. Because yeah, he knew now that Eddie had near creamed his pants when heâd pulled an Ozzy with the demobat, and even though he questioned his boyfriendâs tastes at time, he was also always so gleeful to know that Eddie thought him sexy as hell.
But it was more than just that, and Steve felt his heart hammering away beneath his ribcage as Eddie kept going on, singing his praises as if Steve was truly something to be admired.
âItâs because,â Eddie continued saying, bringing Steveâs hand up to lightly nuzzle against his knuckles, âyou always put everyone else first, even if you hide it behind your bitchy little snide words. Because you care about everyone else and would throw yourself directly into the path of danger to protect them. Protect us. And more than that, you take care of everyone around you, whether they show their gratitude or not. Dustin wasnât wrong when he talked about how great you are.
âItâs becauseâŚâ Eddie drew in another shuddering breath, his eyes wide and deep with emotion. âItâs because, when you look at me, you see me, not just another trailer trash failure who couldnât even properly graduate high school. You see someone worth loving.â
âEddie,â Steve broke in then with a cracked voice, his guilt unable to keep him quiet. âYou were right about me, though. I was a douchebag. Even about you I was an asshole until everything went down. I called you a freak, and I didnât try hard enough to stop Tommy from attacking you or the others, and I only cared about myself back then. Iâm not the person you think I am.â
âSweetheart,â Eddie said with a shake of his head. âI wonât deny past dickishness, but Iâm not so innocent either,â he pointed out. âI held my own prejudices, my own selfishness. I ostracized Lucas for daring to like sports, I nearly abandoned my bandmates the first time I thought I could make it solo, and I continually ran away when things got tough or hard, try as hard as I did to pretend otherwise.â
Eddie released Steveâs hand from one of his own so that he could snake it behind Steveâs neck to pull him in for a gentle kiss. Steve melted into it, terrified Eddie would eventually leave him still, while also taking great comfort in the kiss. It wasnât a goodbye kiss, that much he was certain.
âYou love with your whole heart, Stevie,â Eddie whispered when he finally pulled away. âI will never be able to apologize enough for taking advantage of that, for not realizing what was going on.â He dropped his gaze to the Iron Maiden shirt Steve was wearing, sliding his hand from Steveâs neck to his chest. âThe fact that I ever made you feel like you werenât enough exactly as you are will always haunt me.â
Steve didnât want Eddie sad. He didnât want Eddie to blame himself for Steve not being enough. He couldnât get the words out though, not when Eddie looked so utterly heartbroken.
âIâm so sorry, baby. And Iâm so sorry for leaving. I justâŚI realized what I did to you and I couldnâtâŚI couldnâtâŚâ
Steve was horrified by the tears that began flooding Eddieâs eyes, causing him to reach out with his own freed hand pull Eddie in by his polo for another kiss. He didnât understand what was going on, butâŚbutâŚ
Was Eddie truly not upset with him?
âChrist, baby,â Eddie murmured against his lips. âI love you in your polos. I love you listening to your own music in the car, the way your hair flops about as you jam out to Queen and Wham! and even Cydni fucking Lauper. I love how passionate you get about sports, the way you fuss over Henderson and the others, the way you call out other peopleâs shit. I love all of you, not in spite of you.â
Eddie pulled back to look properly at Steve, and this time it was Steve with tears brimming in his eyes. Everything Eddie said was like a revelation because the tone of Eddieâs voice, the look in Eddieâs eyesâŚhe meant them.
âButâŚweâre so different,â he protested, because how was he supposed to accept that when they were nothing alike? Certainly Eddie had to have some regrets, or wish for some changes.
âSteve,â Eddie said on a near whine. âOf course weâre different. Weâre different people.â He shook his head suddenly, taking a deep breath. He then reached out and caught Steveâs chin to force him to look at him, catching his eyes with his own. âDo you love me any less for being different than you?â
âNo!â Steve yelled aghast. How could Eddie ever think that?
âThen why do you think I would ever love you less for the same?â
Steve opened his mouth, ready to protest again, exceptâŚexcept he didnât really have an answer to that. Not beyond the fact that he would always be less than. Less than Eddie, less than the kids, less than everyone else he ever cared about.
ExceptâŚ
Except.
The way Eddie was staring at him now, the way Eddieâs own pain reflected in his dark brown eyes, didnât make Steve feel like he was lesser. Eddie had never made him feel lesser, actually. Eddie had instead made him feel likeâŚlike he mattered. Like he was something worth cherishing. LikeâŚlike he was loved.
âIâŚI donât know,â Steve admitted, voice cracking, and the tears heâd been keeping at bay slowly spilled over and slid down his cheeks.
Eddie cupped his jaw with both hands then, and though his tears didnât fall, he sniffled in a way that revealed that it was a very near thing. âI love you so much, baby. I was so ecstatic that you loved me too, that you seemed to be willing to take interest in the things I loved, that I didnât realize I never did the same. I thought you were trying to figure out who you were, I never noticed that you stopped being you.
âI donât want you to be just another metalhead who likes everything I like. I want you to be your own person, to like the things you like even if I donât like them. I want to meet you in the middle of who we are, not a compromise, but as a sign of our love. Iâll take you to metal concerts and you can take me to sports games, even the ones with laundry baskets,â he gently teased. âAny of them, I donât care. As long as Iâm with you doing things you love, Iâll be happy. Because you make me happy, sweetheart.â
Steveâs eyes darted away, eyes catching on the screen where one of the players just stole a base and made themselves that much closer to winning the game, before looking back at Eddie. He didnât see anything false in his expression, only genuine, hopeful sincerity. Like he truly meant his words.
âIâm fine doing whatever you want,â he mumbled. âYou donât need to sacrifice anything.â
âBaby,â Eddie implored. âItâs not a sacrifice to be with you. Youâre so perfect for me, just like you are. Like you truly are. I fell in love with you not because of what you can give me, but because of who you are. I never thought you were actually trying to change to be who you thought I wanted you to be. Because I just want you, baby. If you still want me.â
âOf course I want you,â Steve murmured immediately, his hands moving to claps at Eddieâs forearms. âIâll always want you.â
Eddie grinned at him, though it was still emotional. He at least managed to keep his tears at bay, blinking rapidly until there wasnât fear of them falling anymore. He leaned in then to press a soft kiss to Steveâs forehead, his thumbs lightly stroking over Steveâs cheeks. âAnd Iâll always want you. Hell, baby, Iâd marry you right now if it were legal.â
That got Steveâs attention.
He pulled back again, pulling Eddieâs hands from his face to stare at his boyfriend with wide eyes. Again there was only sincerity in Eddieâs gaze, and patience, as he let Steve process and work through his words. To understand just how much Eddie meant it.
Eddie loved him. He knew this of course, butâŚhell, they hadnât been dating all that long, all things considered, and heâd once heard Eddie denounce marriage as just another conformist expectation used to take your individuality away, but here was Eddie saying he would marry him if given the chance. He knew Eddie wouldnât say something like that unless he truly meant it too. Eddie loved him.
âButâŚweâre so different, Eddie,â he repeated in barely more than a whisper. âA-and I donât want you to quit your band or Dungeons and Dragons or anything like that for me. I donât want you conforming for me.â
Eddie just grinned again, his expression so full of love for Steve that it made Steve almost physically ache. âAnd I donât want you changing for me,â he simply said, andâŚand maybe Steve was starting to get that, butâŚ
âBut you were so happy when I started listening to metal, and not all of it is bad,â Steve admitted. âI actually liked some of it. More than I thought I would.â
âI was happy,â Eddie admitted right back, letting out a soft sigh. âI was happy to share something with you, happy to help you develop your interest since I thought it was something you wanted. I didnât mean to push it on you. I was justâŚI thought that if we had a shared interest like that, you wouldnât decide I was too much. When you started dressing like thisâŚâ
Eddie moved to lightly tug at the hem of Steveâs shirt. âI had been so terrified that you would realize you could do better than someone like me,â he whispered. âHaving you not be put off by the way I dressed, by the music I liked, by anything I liked made me happy because it calmed my fears that Iâd scare you off or something, that youâd move on to greener and better pastures.â
And that was just not right. Better than Eddie? Someone like that simply didnât exist. And all because Eddie liked a certain kind of music, or dressed a certain way? Absolutely not.
âEddie,â Steve breathed, and this time it was him reaching out to cup Eddieâs cheek to make him look at him properly again. âYouâre so amazing, Eddie. How in the world could someone better than you exist? Youâre a fucking hero, man. And donât say youâre not,â he said firmly when Eddie opened his mouth to say just that, like he always did when it got brought up. âYou are. Youâre brave and selfless and literally out your life in the line to protect others. Youâre badass, baby. Just like me,â he grinned in tease.
Eddie softly snorted, placing his hand over Steveâs on his cheek so he could hold it as he turned his head slightly to kiss the palm. âYou are a badass,â Eddie agreed. âAnd youâre sweet too, even though you deny that too. I love you so much, and I should have paid more attention to why you were suddenly into all the same things I was instead of just being happy to share them with you.â
Eddie squeezed Steveâs hand, placing another soft kiss to his palm before trailing his lips into gentle kisses against his fingertips. âAnd I should have done more to meet you halfway. I should have been doing this from the start,â he admitted, indicating the muted TV. âYou were always willing to join my hobbies but I never even offered to join yours. Iâm truly very sorry, baby.â
âPlease stop apologizing,â Steve complained. âI forgive you, okay? Itâs justâŚyouâreâŚâ Steve swallowed, making himself actually stop and consider Eddieâs words, their meaning, their truth. âIâd love you even if you always hated sports,â he said softly, a small light of understanding settling over him. Because if he could love Eddie without needing Eddie to like everything he likedâŚ
âThen canât I love you even if you hate the things I like?â Eddie murmured, as if finishing his thought for him. âI donât need you to be a carbon copy of my interests, baby. I love you for you, Steve. Iâve missed your polos and your preppy look,â he grinned. âItâs hot.â
Steve flushed slightly at that, Eddieâs eyes telling him again just how truthful those words were. He hadnât ever once considered that Eddie actually liked that part of him, not when Eddie always wore dark clothing and looked the way he did. They were so differentâŚ
His eyes moved once more over Eddie, taking in that ridiculously pink polo and khaki pants, so unlike the things Eddie would wear but so similar to something Steve would. AndâŚyeah, okay, that was hot, but he didnât want Eddie to wear it all the time because it just wasnât him. If Eddie wanted to then of course heâd never say anything about it, but he would miss the way his metalhead usually looked. LikeâŚthe way Steve looked now, while EddieâŚEddie looked like how he would have normally dressed.
Because Eddie said he would change for Steve, would give up the things he loved, just to keep Steve happy. But Steve didnât need that to be happy. He was happy just to have Eddie, exactly the way he was, without Eddie pretending to be something he wasnât. He didnât want Eddie to change for him, even thoughâŚyeah he would like to be able to share his own interests with Eddie sometimes. And maybeâŚ
Maybe, if Eddie had started dressing like that gradually, started expressing interest in Steveâs hobbies slowly, he wouldnât notice how much Eddie had been changing to try to fit in with him. Maybe he would have just assumed Eddie was genuinely branching out his own interests because he felt safe enough to do so without being ridiculed, likeâŚlike Steve had slowly done.
But Eddie had appeared so drastically changed that Steve couldnât help but rebel against it, couldnât help but clock it as wrong, could only see it for what it was:
Bullshit.
Steve grinned suddenly at that revelation. A bright happiness began filling him until he felt like he was full of fizzy soda and Pop Rocks. He realized that it was bullshit, but he wasnât. What was bullshit wasnât his love, or his inability to be exactly like Eddie, but the fact that he tried to be someone he wasnât. Him trying to change who he was was bullshit. Because Eddie?
Eddie loved him anyways. Eddie loved him even if he was an ex-jock prep who cared about his appearance maybe a little too much, who cared about keeping his home and car clean, who listened to popular catchy music on the radio simply because it was fun. Eddie had fallen in love with Steve because of who he was, not who he could change himself into becoming.
Eddie loved him. And love like that could never be bullshit.
When Steve finally looked Eddie in the eyes again, truly looked and saw and heard everything Eddie had been trying to tell him, he felt tears escape down his cheeks again but he couldnât bring himself to care. Because he got it now. He understood. Eddie hadnât wanted him to change, he had just been supporting Steve in what he thought Steve wanted.
âIâm such an idiot,â Steve wetly laughed, throwing his arms around Eddie to bury his face in Eddieâs neck.
âHey now, donât insult my husband like that,â Eddie admonished, but his words sounded wet too as his own arms moved to wrap around Steveâs back and hold him close.
âWeâre not married yet, asshole. You didnât even ask me,â he pointed out with a giddy roll of his eyes.
âRight, right, silly me,â Eddie said, and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. âGuess I better go buy a ring first. And ask Buckley for her blessing.â Eddie drew in a shaky breath before huffing it out in a laugh. âMaybe sheâll let me keep my balls now.â
Steve pulled back with a confused furrow to his brows. He hadnât told Eddie that his balls were in any danger.
When Eddie caught his expression, Eddie rolled his eyes next. âAfter I left, I spent probably a week trying to process everything, trying to figure out where I went wrong and horrified with myself for unknowingly encouraging you into changing for me, going over every little thing I fucked up. Then Buckley showed up and read me the fucking riot act.â He shuddered. âSheâs terrifying.â
âI told her not to do that,â Steve frowned, though his lips twitched at his boyfriendâs dramatics. Christ, he loved him so much. And Eddie, somehow, apparently loved him just as much.
âWell Iâm glad she did,â Eddie said with a small chuckle and shake of his head. âWe came up with all this together,â he added with an indication of his clothing and the TV. âShe heard my side of things and realized that if thereâs an idiot in our relationship, itâs me. And then we came up with this plan to show you why Iâd never want you to be someone you werenât. Figured if I showed up completely changed too, youâd realize why it wasnât what I wanted.â
Anxiety hit Steve suddenly and he stared at Eddie with wide eyes. âWait, you didnât actually quit the band, did you? Eddie!â
âNo, no, not really.â Eddie paused. âMostly.â He gave a little wincing smile at Steveâs fierce glare. âI told them what I was going to do, as well as saying that I may end up actually quitting if thatâs what you needed of me. Because I meant it, Stevie,â he added with his own fierceness. âI love you more than I love being in the band or anything else. Youâre it for me, hot stuff.â
âYou are an idiot,â Steve groaned, and he didnât know if he should be upset with Eddie, relieved, or insanely happy. He somehow felt all three at once, giving Eddieâs arm a small slap. âBut I am absolutely determined to have a hot and talented famous rockstar boyfriend, Munson, so you better not quit. Or Iâm dumping your ass for Jeff,â he said with a wicked little grin.
âBetrayal!â Eddie gasped, his hand moving to clutch at his shirt over his heart, falling back against the couch cushions dramatically.
Steve merely rolled his eyes again, though he couldnât keep the deliriously happy smile off his face because this was his boyfriend. This dramatic, goofy, absolute loser of a man. He was so fucking lucky.
âAnd that station wagon out front?â he asked, eyebrow arching.
âBorrowed,â Eddie grinned, propping himself up with an elbow to look at Steve. âJeffâs momâs. Really had to make it authentic, ya know?â
âAnd the baseball knowledge?â
Eddie laughed at that. âWayne gave me some pointers. I think he was ecstatic to finally be able to talk to me about sports knowing I would listen. He also says weâre all watching the season finale together.â
Steve just rolled his eyes. âItâs called the World Series, asshole.â
âKind of pretentious to call it that, donâtcha think, seeing as how itâs only America playing?â
Letting out a huff, Steve crawled over Eddie to look down at him, straddling a thigh as both his brows raised high over his forehead. âYouâre ridiculous, I hope you know that. ButâŚâ Steveâs expression softened into a small, almost shy smile. âThank you. For loving me.â
Eddie smiled back up at Steve, settling back against the couch cushions and bringing his arms up to lightly hook over his shoulders and crossing them behind Steveâs neck. âThank you for letting me,â he replied simply. âNow, will you please go back to my preppy sexy boyfriend who listens to ABBA and complains about bad hair days? I miss him dreadfully.â
Steve felt his happiness bubbling up inside him again, grinning down at Eddie before leaning in to take his lips in a giddy kiss. âMaybe you should take your Iron Maiden shirt back then, right now,â he murmured meaningfully against Eddieâs lips.
Eddie grinned beneath him. âFuck yeah,â he breathed. âAnd get this pink monstrosity off too.â
Steve pulled back at that, planting his hand flat on Eddieâs chest to stop him from moving to do just that, causing Eddie to still beneath him. Steve slid his gaze over said pink monstrosity, wetting his lips with darkening eyes.
âNo,â he murmured, voice roughened as he slid his gaze back up to Eddieâs widening eyes, a soft pink flush entering pale cheeks. âKeep it on.â
And he did.
At least until it was too ruined to be saved. But they could always buy Eddie another polo later.
Steveâs insecurities werenât magically gone from one conversation, of course, but it proved to be a great start. There were still moments when Steve felt like he wasnât good enough, but it helped to know that Eddie felt the same way at times too, that they were both so in love and would do anything for the other person.
After that day, the two worked together to find a new middle ground. Steve still supported Corroded Coffin at all their shows, wearing their shirts and other merch frequently, and even kept his studded leather bracelet that matched Eddieâs own. He went back to wearing his polos in his day-to-day life, however, and styling his hair with near ridiculous amounts of hairspray.
They talked about their hobbies, with Eddie making a mix tape of the metal songs that Steve actually ended up liking, and Eddie even found enjoyment in playing the occasional game of ball with Steve and even Lucas and the others sometimes joined in. (Sure, he mostly liked the way Steve looked all sweaty and flushed with exertion, but he had some genuine fun shooting balls into âlaundry basketsâ all the same too.)
They made compromises in the movies they watched, the foods they ate, and Steve took on a more passive role during DnD nights. His character decided to strike out on his own, in story, though he would occasionally rejoin the adventurers when their paths crossed, allowing Steve to play when he felt in the mood and sit out when he wasnât. Steve had even cajoled Nancy into rejoining the game with him sometimes, much to the Partyâs (especially Dustinâs) delight.
Eddie never really took to polos for regular wear, though he did wear the occasional Henley and Steve had convinced Eddie to take better care of his hair, helping his boyfriend set up a couple different routines based on the time frame he had to work with before events or daily life, earning numerous compliments on the healthy curls he now regularly sported. Steve loved the mornings where they got to primp together, and even Eddie flushed with happiness when they caught each otherâs eyes in the mirror or helped each other fluff their hair.
Eddie also summoned the Party and acted like a drill sergeant as he commanded each of them to give Steveâs car a deep cleaning and detailing, shampooing and vacuuming and waxing the inside and outside until the BMW gleamed like practically new. He also helped enforce the rules about leaving no mess behind, either by forbidding open food containers or by picking up after themselves. Steve was so impressed by it that he couldnât help dirtying the car a little again by taking Eddie into the backseat after everything.
They took down the posters and flyers and random crap that covered Steveâs walls, though Steve kept up the Black Sabbath and Dio posters, even if he made Eddie straighten them up. He also kept up the Corroded Coffin flag Eddie had made him, though he began adding his own decorations as well through encouragement from Eddie. Eddie even got him a banner for his favorite sports team, hanging it up right next to the Corroded Coffin flag. (Later, when Steve eventually moved out of his parentsâ abandoned house, Eddie would cut a swatch of the wallpaper from the wall, framing the bit of plaid for Steve to carrying with them to their eventual shared home.)
Robin was a menace, of course, and continually made passing comments about needing earrings. The threat was not lost on Eddie and he always made certain he showered Steve in praise and confirmed his love for him whenever Robin gave him the stink eye. Steve may or may not sometimes signal when he wanted the threat made, especially around important dates like holidays and anniversaries.
And Eddie did make good on his comment about asking Robinâs permission for a certain question, though in his nervousness and excitement he fumbled actually asking Steve for forever and instead accidentally threw the ring at Steve one night after a dinner heâd tried to make but inevitably burned. They ordered take out and laughed about it, then Steve made certain Eddie never had to doubt his âyesâ right there in the kitchen. And living room. And bedroom. And then for good measure in the shower.
Steve always remained a prep, and Eddie always remained a metalhead, but over the years they slowly adopted and adapted bits and pieces of each otherâs style, though Eddie couldnât ever wear a polo to tease Steve without Steve immediately dragging him into bed. Or to the nearest flat surface.
There were days that the insecurities would crop up still, of course, for both of them. These days grew less over the years, the commitment Steve and Eddie felt for each other reflected in the matching rings they wore, exchanged during a small ceremony that, though not legal in the eyes of the law, was no less absolute in their hearts.
Because Steve knew now what those insecurities were, what the voice was that whispered that he would never be good enough for anyone, and he knew what to say when they tried to tear him down. And he would smile when he said it, safe, content, and secure in his and Eddieâs love.
âBullshit.â
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Benefit of the Doubt PT.2
Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader
Viewer discretion is advised
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff to Angst to comfort, General Adam TWâs, Reader lowkey-highkey has a complex about being loved, Panic attack (Iâm not even sure if this is correct term or not), Adam is afraid of heights (makes sense in story) This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader (Y/n is once again not used lol)
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
Request Box: Open
Word count: 3136
A/N: Hi! Iâd like to Thank you all for the love and support on Part 1! It means a lot that you all enjoyed it as I loved writing it! Iâd also like to apologize for this being a week late, I honestly had 0 idea on how to start this one and then a bunch of stuff in my life happened, so it was a mess.
So as an apology I tried to make this one longer than the first! (I seemed to go a little overboard but itâs fine)
Anyways I hope you all enjoy part 2 to âBenefit of the doubtâ and as always, if you do, please tell me if want another part in replies/requests/DMâs!
Proofread but of course could have missed something
Tags: @tired-of-life-86
To think love could feel this good.
You were made for it, to give it, receive it⌠Youâve waited your entire existence for this love, This closeness. It doesnât even feel real now, even as youâre walking down the golden lined streets of heaven with his arm wrapped around you, all while youâve been showing him around. The best places to eat, entertainment, or just a nice park. You made sure to show him all of it.
He kept his wings tucked to his sides, the gold contrasting with the white of his robe. The feathers at first glance looked sharp, but now, being so close to him, you could see each of them individually and how soft they must be.
âHey Sweetcheeks, my eyes are up hereâ
You jump slightly âSorry⌠Adam.â You avert your eyes away from him and focus them in front of you.
Adam laughed âI didnât say you had to fuxkinâ to stopâ
His wings truly were beautiful. It was hard to keep your eyes off them. Adam had only got to heaven recently, it made you wonder if he had the chance to use them yet. You remember when you were first created, wings took forever to get used to. You crashed and fell so many times before you figured out how to use them
Properly.
âOk seriously, you keep staring, what the fxck is up with you?â
âItâs nothing, justâŚ. Have you tried out your wings yet?â
âUh, yeah totally, theyâre rad as hellâ Adamâs voice drifted off, the LED eyes of his mask looking away from you as you both walked. Was he⌠lying? Why would he lie?
You quickly walked in front of Adam, leaving his warm embrace, gently you took his hands as your wings picked you off the ground. The gust of wind with each flap softly blew around you.
âWell, come on, it will be faster than walking.â Your voice was soft and airy. Slowly, so very slowly, you lifted yourself higher from the ground, Adamâs hands locked firmly in yours, as he was pulled with you in the air.
âW-Wait a- shit- Wait a- motherfuxking secondâ Adam yelled strand after strand of curses as you both lifted further and further into the air. His body flailed and his legs kicked against nothing. You pull him to you, his arms quickly snake around your waist, holding on for his dear After-life.
âAdam⌠did you lie to me?â Your voice was still so soft, so calm, so sweet.
âFuck- yes I lied, Iâm sorry, so put me the fuck down you crazy asshole-â Vulgar as ever, his voice had fear in it, the LED eyes were forced shut and his grip around you was getting tighter and tighter.
Your arms wrapped around Adamâs head as you laid back, letting The wind breeze from the air pull and push you along its path with your wings soaring through the clouds..
âAdam, itâs ok, I promise youâre fine, all you have to do is open your eyes.â
You pet the back of his neck trying to sooth him which seemed to work after a few seconds. Adam didnât want to, he really didnât want to open his eyes. But the longer he kept them close, the more you would whisper soft words of encouragement to him. Eventually, his eyes slowly but surely opened.
âSee? There is nothing to be scared of. Iâve got you.â
You hold him closer in your embrace. Adam looked below, the white vastness of heavenâs clouds beneath you both felt unreal, but as amazing a sight it was, Adamâs grip on you didnât loosen.
âSo⌠Iâm guessing you donât know how to fly yet?â You laugh a little, rubbing a spot on his back, just between his wings comfortingly.
Adam huffed and looked away âoh! I couldnât fxcking see that!â
You held him close to you. The embrace seemed never ending, and you loved every second of it. Feeling the warmth of his plump body next to you was like a dream come true.
âHere let me justâŚâ
You moved your hands slowly down his arms, caressing the soft flesh as they moved to eventually be at his hands behind you. You began to leisurely undo the grip he had around you.
âWhat do you think you're doing-â
âShhh, relax, just trust me, ok?â
With each finger being removed from you, the grip lessened bit by bit, until eventually his hands were fully in yours. Your face leaned closer to his,
âCome on, just give your wings a good flap, trust me.â
âUghâŚ. Fine but I swear to god if you let go-â
âI wonât.â Your voice was firm, yet still remained reassuring.
Adam didnât want to do this. He really didnât want to. But what other choice did he have? He gruffs and extends his wings from his body. The wind brushed and tickled at his feathers. The way the light hit them caused a glare of gold to be cast from them, enveloping you both. Then, he gave two hard flaps of his wings, he lifted up slightly before quickly falling back to where he was.
âThere you go! Now keep doing that.â
Adam continued, his wings slowly pushing him up and up before being sent back down when he stopped. This repeated for a few minutes until he finally got a grip on it. The entire time, you were laughing. Pure unadulterated laughs of joy.
Truly, to think love could feel this good?
âSee? You're a natural!â
âOf course I am! Iâm the Original Dick, obviously Iâd⌠be good at this⌠flying⌠shit.â With all the parading he was doing he kept forgetting to use his wings causing him to fall. âA naturalâ may have been an overstatement on your part, but hey? At least he hasnât fallen flat on his face yet!
Gently, you led him through air, giving him reassurance every few feet you flew, never letting go. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Before you knew it a brisk orange sunset encased you both with its hue. Thatâs when you realized just how long you both had been flying.
âYou must be tired with sightseeing all day⌠I think itâs time we go home and rest, yeah?â
âHome?â Adamâs voice sounded for a moment genuinely confused. Had he not been told heâd have a place to live in heaven? As much respect you had for Sera, youâll have to file a complaint to avoid this with future souls.
You gripped his hand and opened your wings letting the wind lead you through the clouds and above the city. The angels below look like ants at the height you both were. It was peaceful, the flight back home. But it did seem⌠off? So⌠quiet? You couldnât put it together, at least not at the moment, But Adam hadnât spoken a word since you both left.
Adam, while yes, he was initially confused, it made sense to him, why wouldnât heaven have a place for its people, a place for each of them to relax, to feel safe, happy, at home.
Home was such a weird word for Adam. Has he ever felt like a place was his âhomeâ? The closest thing to it was the Garden of Eden but even that proved to be anything but a home for him. Ever since that snake entered his garden.
No. He canât think about that now. He doesnât want to have to think about that again. But oh-do thoughts love to worm their way back into your mind when you least want them to. Heâs snaps out of his thoughts when your voice picks up
âOk, weâre here! Just get yourself settled in and Iâll go make us something to eat. I didn't really know what food youâd like so I mainly just have junk food⌠I hope that's ok.â
Adam nods his head nonchalantly
You smile, waking him over to the small, plush couch in the living room and handing him a blanket and some pillows. Telling him to wait a second as you fetch some food, leaving him alone.
Adam thought your house seemed welcoming enough, âwell⌠our houseâ Adam thought. The living room was dark aside from a few luminous lights around the room as well as the small blue gleam from the windows from the night sky.
The couch was comfortable and the pillows just as much. And the blanket you gave him was soft and warm. This really was heaven, huh?
His thoughts are, once again, interrupted by your voice, âOk here we go, Iâve got snacks and some sodaâ you say, handing him some of the many food you ravaged from your fridge and sitting beside him, wrapping yourself in the shared blanket.
Grabbing the remote lying next to you, you flick on the TV flipping through the channel before ending on a cheesy sitcom, you keep the volume low wanting to enjoy any conversation with Adam. Except⌠he never started one. So thatâs what felt off.
The entire time you flew back home, got snacks and found something to watch. He hadn't said a word. You may not have known him long but even you had already picked up that he was an advid talker in a conversation.
âIs⌠everything ok Adam?â You whispered, not want to scare him with your random words.
âWhat kind of question is that, Iâm fxcking fine⌠Iâm fine.â His voice trailed off at the end almost getting as quiet as yours.
âAre you sure cause-â
âI said Iâm fuxking fine!â His voice roared through the dark room. Gritty and callous, but you could tell it was meant to hide something. Something he didnât want you to see.
âIâm sorryâŚâ you paused. What did you want to say from here? What could you say? You took a deep breath and tried to continue. âI⌠I know I said this earlier⌠when Sera left.â
Adamâs LED mask looked away from you half shut eyes and a frown forming a scowl on it, but still he let you continue.
âBut Iâm going to say it again anyways cause⌠I mean it. Iâm really happy to have you here. To finally have you homeâ you place your arm around Adamâs back rubbing it soothingly as let your head slowly lax onto him, gently cuddling close to him.
That word again⌠home. Thatâs all he could think about ever since he first heard you say it. Why? Why couldnât he get it out of his head? His breathing was becoming unsteady with each new thought and image his brain made. Lilith and Eve, they were made to be apart of his home, for him to be apart of their homes. So why? Why did it end that way?
Suddenly Adam leap from the couch as fast as he could, the shear force knocking you to the other side of the couch, sending the food to scatter and drinks to spill to the floor.
âAdam!?â Your voice was frightened at the sudden movement. Adam looked just as frightened as you, at least from what you could tell through the LED mask. He suddenly began running, where? he didnât know, the rooms in the house looked the same. But all he knew is that he needed to be away from you. You followed quickly behind him and pleaded for him to tell you what was wrong, but eventually he ran into a room and locked the door.
He looked around, already out of breath. He was in a bathroom. He felt his knees give out under him as he tried to slowly sit down by the tub. His breath heavy, it was hard to breathe, this stupid mask. He needed it off. But just as he went to do so,
*rattle rattle rattle*
The doorknob began to move followed by frantic knocking on the door.
âAdam! Are you ok?!â Your voice pleaded through the wood of the door.
âFuxk- I'm fine! How many times do I have to tell you that shitâ his voice cracked a few times followed by a strand of curses leaving his lips.
Home. The word repeated like a mantra in his head. Like it was mocking him. Was he not meant to have a place he called a home? To have someone to return to, who would tell him âwelcome back!â Without even being told to?
Lilith hated him, Eve betrayed and hurt him like no one else before, ever. They were made to be with him, one was literally made to be his other half. The garden, his home, was taken from him because of something, someone he couldnât control. it all comes back to him. That albino snake in the grass.
Lucifer, âThe dreamerâ⌠was this some sort of game to him? To toy with his emotions, treat him like some kind of plaything to mess with, to screw over? What kind of life was it? To have every opportunity and opening be broken down by him, And Adam being powerless to stop it?
âAdam! Please open the door!â Your voice was even more frantic now, knocking every few seconds before it quickly quieted down. Your body slumped against the door.
âAdam⌠Iâm sorry if I hurt you or⌠or if I was going too fast⌠I didn't mean to⌠Iâm so sorryâŚâ your breath hitched with tears.
And then there was you.
You have been nothing but kind to him since you met him. You showed him around heaven, taught him how to fly and welcomed him home without having being told to. You were so different. So, so very different. Adam figure that out a while ago now. But in reality, itâs exactly why he was terrified.
To have someone who loves him so... unconditionally.
*click*
The sound of the door unlocking drew your attention and was followed by it slowly opening from Adam on the other side, still on the floor.
âAdam!â Your voice was low, already tired from crying. You crawled your way toward him before stopping in front of him, tears still falling from your face, âIâm sorry Adam, Iâm sorry-â you were cut off by a quick movement.
Warmth enveloped you, clouding your senses as a soft weight laid onto you. Arms wrapped their way around you in an embrace.
âShit- it's not your fault, it was never your faultâŚâ Adamâs voice was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his regular tone. Sincerity evident with each word. All you could do was hide into his large frame and cry at the words.
Adam was never good at comforting people. He himself was never comforted, so the concept was more than a bit foreign to him. But even still, he tried. Slowly he helped you both up from the bathroom floor and made your way back to the couch.
The floor was covered in the discarded food you both left behind. The spilled soda is now dried and sticky. Crumbs everywhere.
âHere.. let me get a mop and broom-â
âNo just sit down, Iâll clean up the shit I madeâ you lay down on the couch and watched as Adam swept and mopped the mess from the floor. The entire time the silence hung in the air by a thread. Neither of you wanting to be the one to snap the string and speak.
Finally Adam got done cleaning the mess and made his way to the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to come closer. Crawling over to him, he wrapped the blanket around you both allowing you to snuggle into him.
âDoâŚâ your voice barely audible âDo you want to talk about it?â
Adam looked hesitant but nodded.
âYou know about everything, right? About⌠what all happened in Eden?
You nod against his chest content on listening.
âWhen⌠When Lilith left me, I thought I didn't care as much as I did. I thought she was a bitch and that was that. And it didnât help that as soon as she left, I got EveâŚâ
He paused
âThen, when I found out about that shit between Eve and Lucifer⌠I didnât care then either, but I didnât understand whyâŚâ his voice hitched âbut when I ate that damn apple⌠I realized how hurt I should have been. All the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil, learning all of it through that fruit, I realized one shitty truth⌠that the one I loved betrayed me.â
You hugged him tighter softly, your hands caressed his stomach as some form of comfort before he continued.
âFor the same person- Both of them for that snakeâŚâ
âAdam⌠Iâm so sorry you had to go through that.â
âAnd thatâs why⌠Iâm scared. Scared that I will fuxk up again and get⌠attached to you. Because every. single. time. He ruins it. And I don't want to see that happen with you.â
Your heart ached for him, the saddening look of his LED mask as he talked only furthered your emotions. Slowly your hands made their way to his face, he looks at you confused, your fingertips crept under the mask before his hand shot up and held your wrist slightly, carefully not holding it too tight.
âSorry fuck- Iâm.. Iâm not ready.â
You smile and nod understanding âAdam. I love you⌠with all of my heart. And I would never do what those two done to you. â
Adam thought for a moment deciding what to say.
âPromise?â was all he could think of, his voice, mind, and body were all too tired to speak more about it.
You slowly remove your hands from his mask, instead taking one of his hands into yours.
âI promise, I would never betray you, let alone talk to that manâ ever-so lightly, a soft golden glow burned between yours and Adamâs hands, the gold flame was warm and comforting to both of you as it rose and grew in strength.
From the flame, a string wrapped and warped itself around both yours and Adamâs pinky fingers. The string tightened and loosened as it moved, before finally melting away leaving only two solid gold rings behind, One on Adamâs finger and the other on yours.
âWhat the hell was that?â Adamâs voice was filled with bewilderment
âA deal- or I guess a promise. In this caseâ
âShit, You didnât have to do that-â this time it was your turn to interrupt him. You bring Adamâs hand to your lips, and give a kiss on his newly formed ring before lying down and cuddling into Adam.
âI know.â
For once in his life, Adam felt at ease with love. How easy it was to fall for you.
Is this what home feels like?
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Hello! I was wondering if I could please request the Hashiras taking reader to a summer festival? I love a good fluffy seasonal scenario lol thank youđŤśâ¤ď¸ I love your writing style and canât wait to see what you come up with!!
Hashira x Reader - Summer Festival
author's note: sadly i did not manage to imagine Shinobu in this scenario, for the sake of not misinterpreting her character, i decided to leave her out of my post. i apologize and hope you'll get to enjoy the other pillars.
pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader, Mitsuri x reader
content warning: none
Tengen:
you cocked your eyebrow at Tengen when he made a loud noise, imitating the sound of a buzzer telling you that you're in the wrong.
"what is it?" you ask, more than confused and mildly annoyed. he wore his hair down today, multiple pieces of jewelry making him stand out more than the other visitors.
"your outfit, it's good, but it could be better!" he claimed, pointing at the yukata you were wearing. you looked down at yourself, almost feeling a bit insulted by his words. it was rather simple, but you thought it would be enough.
"you need something more flashy!" he said, making you sigh. now you understood what he meant, his hands already on your shoulders, leading you to the next accessory stand.
"and what would that be?" you asked back, watching the people around you look confused by the man dragging you around.
"we need something showing off your beauty even more, beautiful." he deducted, stopping when you finally looked down on the beautiful jewelry.
this wasn't how you planned to start the festival, but you couldn't complain when he managed to fluster you once again.
Obanai:
"i'm sure we were supposed to meet here.." you mumbled, looking around the area. when Obanai invited you to the summer festival, he had explicitly asked for a spot without many people.
now you felt lost, you were sure he should've been here by now. it wasn't like he was late, but he usually came earlier than planned when you two wanted to meet somewhere.
before you could worry about his wellbeing, you saw something slither near your foot - Kaburamaru. the snake made it's way around your ankle, making you shiver.
"Obanai!" you scolded, looking around until your eyes stopped on a tree. you marched towards it, not surprised when you saw Obanai sitting on a thick branch.
"you could've said you were already here!" you said, watching him jump down the tree and land on his feet without much trouble.
"i'm sorry, i got distracted.." he admitted, your features slowly relaxing. he had been distracted? you found yourself asking him for more information. "for what?"
he looked at you, his eyes drifting to your outfit and then back to your face. his gaze softened, looking towards the festival's lights.
"nothing important.." if only you would've known he had been occupied watching your beautiful body, soft eyes trying to spot your lover.
Rengoku:
"excuse me?" another man said, his eyes fixed on you. naturally, you turned to face him, wondering if he needed help.
you had been walking through the crowds with Rengoku a moment prior, watching the different people interact with each other.
"i just wanted to say that your yukata fits you extremely well." the man said, almost appearing a bit bashful. and suddenly you weren't surprised anymore, realizing he didn't need help.
did it not look like Rengoku was your boyfriend? you wondered whether the man not knew or was bold enough to ask despite the obvious.
"you are right, my love is indeed beautiful in every way! it's not the festival alone, but every other day as well!" Rengoku answered, as if he didn't realize what kind of situation this was.
the man's face fell, realizing he had probably made a mistake by approaching you - at least while Rengoku was near. he soon turned away with a grumble, leaving the two of you alone.
"what a nice man!" Rengoku concluded, making you chuckle, looking away from him.
he really didn't know what the man's goal was. however, that somehow made Rengoku's compliment even sweeter.
Sanemi:
you were walking past the different stands with Sanemi, chatting about random topics that came to your mind, when he turned away from you, seemingly having spotted something interesting.
"wait here." he said, marching off before you even managed to ask what happened. you tried looking over the crowd, wondering where he had wandered off to.
not able to see him, you decided to do as he said, patiently waiting for him to return, yet you wondered what must've happened.
you didn't expect him to come back with something in hand, almost looking a bit flustered now. he moved past the crowd until he finally stood next to you again.
"i remembered you like them." he told you, extending his hand. you looked at the cut pieces of watermelon in his hand, neatly placed on a small rectangular plate.
he had gone out of his way to buy something you like from one of the booths.
"Sanemi.." you mumbled, slowly taking the plate out of his hand. your eyes stayed on the watermelon for a moment, glancing at him when you managed to answer.
"let's search for a nice spot and eat them there." you said, smiling at him in content. he nodded silently, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked off.
Giyuu:
"damn it..!" you complained, seeing the small plastic fish fall off your miniature fishing rod. you gave up the small festival game, standing up again.
Giyuu looked at your sulking form, his eyes glancing at the prize sat in the festival booth. you had looked really happy when you saw it earlier, it hurt him to see that you weren't able to win it.
"let me try." he quietly said, giving the salesman another 500 yen. neither you nor the salesman would've expected Giyuu to be so good at the game though.
"you can stop now!" the man whined, seeing Giyuu get the last fish. there had probably been a dozen in total, but he didn't mess up once.
Giyuu looked at the man, standing up from his kneeling position to claim his reward. "my prize?"
"you can have it.." the man sobbed, handing Giyuu the prize you had grown so fond of earlier. without another word, Giyuu turned around to hand you the small gift.
"for you." he merely said, putting the small object into your hands. you awed at his actions, immediately throwing yourself against him.
"thank you, Giyuu!" you cheered, watching him hold you in surprise. he couldn't possibly ignore the little things that made you happy when he was rewarded with this kind of reaction.
Gyomei:
"are you sure? i'm not good with words." you told him, looking down at your hands. the two of you sat on the meadow, other couples sitting in the distance.
"you'll do good." he answered, placing a supporting hand on top of yours. you silently nodded, his encouragement always working wonders on you.
when you watched the first firework shooting into the air, exploding with a loud bang, you stared in fascination, eventually shaking your head to snap out of it.
you thought of a fitting way to describe it, knowing that colors wouldn't do for him. you decided to try a different approach, looking at the man you adored.
"it looked exactly the way a summer breeze felt. warm and somehow familiar." you told him, watching his lips pull up into a smile. you felt your heart beat harder than before.
you would've liked to comment on it, but the next firework was too fast for you. you watched the sky light up in a refreshing green color, feeling Gyomei scoot closer.
"and this one?"
Mitsuri:
"the sakura mochi here is so good!" Mitsuri cheered, pushing another one of the treats past her lips. she munched on the sweet food, swallowing it down in satisfaction.
you chuckled at her words and actions, taking one of the mochis and biting into it. "it is, the flavor is really good."
"another bowl please!" Mitsuri called out, turning your head to see the chef nod at the two of you. she had even stood up, waving her arm at the woman making her favorite food.
you looked at Mitsuri's clothes, the pink cloth she was wearing matching her hair and the sakura mochi perfectly. somehow she was fitting for this place.
you placed the empty bowl of sakura mochi on the other bowls, watching the stack grow. she had already eaten 7 bowls, but you guessed she was long from finished.
you two chatted as the chef brought you another portion, smiling at the two of you and walking away again.
"i'm full, you can eat that portion alone." you answered, a small smile on your face. Mitsuri looked surpised, putting the treat down again.
"we can go too, i don't mind..!" she said, wanting to show you that she wouldn't keep you here. you could only laugh in response, shaking your head.
"i really don't mind either, if you want, we can even get you another bowl." you answered, watching her eyes light up. a bright smile formed on her face, nodding in agreement.
you smiled back, after all, the festival felt better this way.
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Headcanons Phantomhive Manor.
Summary: So, you're a new addition to the Phantomhive mansion, how about some headcanons for everyone in this cute family?
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You arrived on a nice sunny and windy day, the mansion was so big that you didn't realize you had knocked on the front door instead of the one in the backyard. A short, blonde-haired young man greeted you, looking at you curiously before introducing himself with a bright smile. Finnian, that's how he introduced himself, but he begged you to call him Finny, he liked it much more.
He couldn't ask you more than your name, since almost instantly a tall and very attractive man appeared there beside him, he could be a model for product brands if he wanted, that's why it surprised you when he introduced himself as Sebastian, the butler.
He began to interrogate you with some questions, after all Phantomhive had certain enemies, he had to be cautious and careful with the people who came to his estate. Sebastian observed you meticulously, even when he guided you through the halls towards his master's office, his eyes watched you carefully.
His master seemed to be... A child, which surprised you even more. He was quite short in stature, his eye patch seemed curious to you, although you didn't say anything about it, his face looked so unmovable and distant, as if he was trying to hide and conceal some kind of pain, he seemed to say a lot without even saying a single word.
When Sebastian left them alone, the boy introduced himself as Ciel Phantomhive, from his chair he watched you as if he was expecting something from you, as if he wanted to know your true intentions.
Why do you want to work at the Phantomhive mansion? They already had their own servants there, what could you do to make a difference? The boy was very harsh and direct with his questions, nothing was clear in his eyes, he didn't even give you a clue.
Would he have noticed the way your words indirectly pleaded for the need to get a job? The way you look so tired from having fought against society itself? Maybe the way you seem to not give up, wanting to prove that you could give more than others believed. Maybe it was that, maybe not, but your eyes look at him in shock and gratitude when he calls Sebastian and asks him to give you a work uniform and show you around.
Sebastian leads you to the kitchen where all the servants seem to be gathered, breaking the news that there would be someone new on the staff. You were part of it now, you would have a job, your coworkers, your own money, something you had worked hard to achieve and you had finally achieved it.
You find it funny how each servant had their own way of introducing themselves, they were unique in their own way. The first to approach was the same boy who had greeted you today, Finny, who quickly welcomed you, apologizing when he almost broke your hand when he tried to shake it, it seemed to you that he had great strength even though he seemed to be quite harmless at first glance.
You help lift a girl with glasses when she slips and falls on your feet, Sebastian shakes his head at her clumsiness and you assume that it is something that happens often. The girl smiles at you as she adjusts her glasses, introducing herself as Mey-rin, perhaps you could help her in the future so that these stumbles don't happen so often.
A blond man with a flamethrower in his arms grumbles when Sebastian looks at him warningly, as if he were telling him to burn the chicken that was on the kitchen counter. He gives you a friendly greeting by waving his hand as he tells you to call him Bard, the chef, proudly emphasizing the word "chef", which made Sebastian shake his head again when he heard it considering that the chicken on the table had been burned.
An old man was sitting on a chair while holding a cup in his hands, giving you a simple "ho ho ho". Sebastian introduced him as Tanaka, telling you that he was the former butler of the mansion, judging by Sebastian's expression it seemed that Tanaka wasn't someone he had to worry about.
You look on curiously as Sebastian pushes a boy who was hiding behind a wall, looking at you shyly. He had scaly skin and a snake coiled around his neck, he looked very peculiar. You smile as you notice that the boy wasn't used to introductions or people, you ask him his name politely and he hesitates for a few seconds before introducing himself as Snake, although it seemed like he wasn't speaking for himself.
Sebastian guides you to where your room would be and hands you your work uniform, he had shown you everything you needed to know and the places in the mansion, also telling you the tasks you would do from the next day onwards.
Once he left you alone you looked at your room and the details, it wasn't very big, it had a small bed, a small dresser and a mirror, but everything seemed perfect to you. It was more than you could expect knowing that the masters weren't exactly the kindest when it came to servants. Maybe it would be different, maybe in this place it could be different.
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Ciel Phantomhive:
Since you arrived you had shown that your words had not been in vain, you worked hard from the first day, from the most difficult tasks to the simplest.
He carefully watched each of your movements for a while, he wouldn't say it out loud, but perhaps he had begun to trust you, when he went on certain missions with Sebastian and then returned to the mansion he found it impeccable. From the smallest details to the smallest places they shone brightly.
You were always very kind to him and, although you know that he is your master, you have always cared for him beyond a master and servant way. You always said good morning, afternoon and night to him, you asked him if he had eaten already and sometimes you were able to bring him some dessert, even after Sebastian scolded you upon discovering you, While you told him that Ciel was just a child and that eating a dessert outside of his schedule would not do him any harm.
The time he got sick again due to asthma you were very worried, serving him the dishes he liked the most, putting cold cloths on his forehead, keeping him company before he fell asleep, cheering him up so he felt better.
It was strange for Ciel because, certainly, no one had ever worried about him as much as you, if someone did it was to have something in between, but you simply did it out of concern. You cared about his well-being and looked after him as if he were your own brother.
Deep inside him, perhaps he liked the way you sometimes pampered him or protected him. You had earned his trust and perhaps, deep inside his heart, he appreciated you like every one of the servants in the mansion, but that would never come out of his mouth, he would keep it to himself, because he is Count Phantomhive, the queen's watchdog, someone like him should not show that kind of feelings to anyone.
Sebastian Michaelis:
How strange and unique humans were. In his millions and millions of years of existence he had seen all kinds of humans, you were no exception, you were nothing special, but there was something about you that made Sebastian marvel at times.
Maybe it was the way you were always so modest with everyone and even with him. You didn't have to, you had no reason, yet you were kind by nature. How strange.
Like Ciel, Sebastian kept an eye on you for a while, trying to set traps from time to time and trying to figure out what your true intentions were. Surprisingly, he saw no evil in you, no bad intentions, he saw nothing of what he had seen in other humans, why? Were you really as good as you seemed to be?
His stress increased when Ciel confirmed that he had hired you, should he deal with another fool who will make disasters? He already had enough with the other three.
It was quite a surprise (and relief) for Sebastian to discover that you weren't causing any trouble, and although he was suspicious at first, he started to get used to it. You did your job perfectly, you didn't break anything, you didn't dirty anything, you didn't bother anyone, you even took time in your free time to help the other servants with their tasks or to justify them when he scolded them for doing something wrong.
You didn't see them as fools who couldn't do anything, you helped them so they didn't do things wrong and you encouraged them when they did something right. You called them friends, family even, it was strange for Sebastian.
But that's how they were, right? When he thought he knew everything about humans, they surprised him again. What strange creatures.
Finnian:
He always thought you would be good friends, from the first time he saw you there at the door with your suitcase you seemed so warm and nice to him, you treated him so well. Finnian was used to being seen as someone rough because of his strength, an experiment, someone dumb and very hyperactive, but you treated him like a brother and taught him.
The time under the strong rays of the sun you were in the garden, Finny had mistakenly planted some orchids instead of lilies, you planted the seeds one by one and left everything as if nothing had happened. The time Finny destroyed the greenhouse you went to the rescue, cleaning everything and fixing the plants before Sebastian arrived and saw him. The time he almost destroyed the living room trying to fix a sofa you were there and helped him control his strength, always being so empathetic and gentle.
You always seemed to save him from trouble, but there was also something, your sensitivity to the small things, your love for others, how you tried hard day by day. He felt⌠Inspired? Enthralled? His admiration for you grew as he spent more time with you, as he got to know you even more he seemed more captivating and he didnât want to leave that side anytime soon.
It was nice to share nice moments with you like chatting while watering some plants, going out to nice places on his days off, laughing and improving when one made mistakes. He knew that if he fell you would be there to help him, you would give him a hand and you wouldnât let go until he got back to the surface.
He couldnât see you as anything other than a figure he wanted to follow, his family, the family he had never had, you and the others were his true family and Finny couldnât be happier to spend every little moment enjoying them.
Snake:
He was shy, you had to understand that, he didn't want to hide from you as if he was afraid of you, he didn't want to stay quiet when you talked to him as if he didn't care, the poor boy wasn't used to it and even though Emily and Oscar helped him most of the time, it was still very difficult for Snake.
You took your time giving him his space, respecting the moments, being patient with him when he seemed to not know what to say or do.
Didn't he seem disgusting to you? His scales, his skin, everything about him? Snake couldn't help but wonder why, why were you so kind and didn't look at him with disgust, why did you seem to have fun with his snakes instead of being afraid of them, why did you see him as someone normal. He wasn't used to that, he was supposed to be a phenomenon, something wrong with nature, someone who didn't even deserve to breathe next to others, so why?
It was hard for him to approach you on his own, to talk to you. He had a hunch that you weren't like everyone else and his snakes seemed trusting too. On the manor the others treated him well, they didn't make fun of him, they treated him like a normal person, he could trust you, right? He could.
You helped him read, you showed him the book you'd had for as long as you could remember teaching him the words and notes, you helped him with the hardest jobs, accepting the hard sacrifice and you even got some mice for his snakes in case they were hungry.
His friends adored you, they couldn't be happier with you around them. Snake got nervous when Oscar would playfully curl around your neck or shoulder, he was afraid that he would scare you or disgust you and you wouldn't want them around anymore; however, you seemed to be fine, forming short conversations with the snakes that accompanied you or simply laughing at their antics.
The moments when they were together were kept in his memory, you were someone important to him, his most precious person, someone who didn't judge him for how he looked and appreciated him for who he was, it felt good to be like this. Could he trust and see them all there as a new family? He didn't want to lose anyone again. Maybe everything would be different, maybe everything could change.
Bardroy:
He gave his best, even though the result was pitiful, despite Sebastian's constant criticism of his cooking, even though all his preparations ended up charred and impossible to digest, Bard was still willing to learn and improve.
He was scolded practically every five minutes and in front of the perfect dishes that Sebastian prepared, he found it a little depressing not being able to prepare a meal without burning it in the process. That's why when you offered to help him he was a little reluctant at first, perhaps because no one had helped him before, it had always been him who had to help himself, no one else.
You took it upon yourself to teach him patiently, even when Bard got frustrated by ruining the food over and over again, you taught him simpler ways to prepare an egg without having to use the flamethrower on each occasion. It was nice for Bard, he wouldn't deny it, you didn't seem to mind when he failed at almost everything, you encouraged him when he managed to do the minimum like turning on the stove without it exploding.
He would deny it until the end of his days if someone told him that your proud smile at seeing the dish he had prepared without a single flaw had thrilled him, that your words full of satisfaction âwell done, chefâ had struck his heart and made him blush. He would deny it, but deep down he was grateful to you because at no time did you treat him as a loser but as someone skilled.
You were pleasant, a breath of fresh air in the face of all the chaos that used to be in the mansion, but it was something delightful to his sight when you also joined in that chaos. You complemented everyone there and that was endearing.
Mey-rin:
You became such good friends, she appreciated you so much, your company was something Mey-rin always enjoyed. Of course, everyone at the estate was nice, but she finally had a great friend with whom she could chat about everything, those boy talks she had never had with anyone, those laughs until midnight until Sebastian scolded them because it was too late to talk so loud, that friendship she had never had.
Mey-rin was a clumsy girl, always stumbling and making mistakes, that's why she was surprised and appreciated when you agreed to do some of her chores so she had less work, even if she didn't ask you, even very embarrassed telling you it wasn't necessary, you agreed to do it without any problem, even when she broke some dishes you offered to pay for them even if you didn't have half the money.
It felt good when Sebastian seemed surprised at the end of the day to notice that Mey-rin hadn't broken anything nor had she messed anything up, your help and recommendations seemed to have made her less clumsy, not to mention that you had a tissue handy for her glasses when she couldn't see well.
You two were undoubtedly a great duo, always supporting each other and being quite comical when you spent too much time together, that's why a strong bond of friendship and appreciation was created. She saw you as someone she trusted and loved, she was happy to have in the mansion, the closest thing to what a family would be, even if it wasn't really like that, everyone there had accepted her and hadn't judged her.
There she had a place where she could sleep in her own bed, with a comfortable mattress and soft blankets, where she wasn't subjected to work against her will, where the food wasn't cold or moldy, and that was something Mey-rin had never had.
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đš a/n: I know some were shorter than others, it really depended on which characters they were since I may have more writing ideas for one and less for another, I also regret not adding Tanaka, I didn't have ideas for him :( should I do the same later to complete it with other characters? Idk.
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Hearts and Badges Rookie! Leon x fem! reader
warning: NSFW, unprotected sex, mastubation, semi-public sex
summary: Rookie cop Leon gets the normal cop life he deserves.
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Joining the R.P.D you knew youâre going to be up for many tasks, but didnât expect babysitting to be one of them. Leon S.Kennedy, a new member in your team. Top of his class back at police academy, savior complex, and is following you around the police station like a lost puppy.
Well, he was told to do that anyways. Chief thought youâd be the best to show him around on his first day, as if everything in this department doesnât get shoved into your lap to deal with. Youâre nice, you promise you are. But god, itâs so hard to not lose your shit under the pressure your under. âDiamonds are made under pressureâ, your balding at the ripe age of 23.
Showing him around and teaching him how things are done here, wouldnât be too hard if he didnât have room temperature IQ. You were explaining to him to how to file reports and submit them on the computer for 15 minutes. And when youâre done with your explanation, you turn around to see if he understood, all you get in return is an empty stare. Not a single thought behind those blue eyes. Youâre positive at this point that he uses his maximum brain capacity for his lame ass jokes.
âOkay so, all of your guns and gears are placed in your assigned locker. Yours happens to be 209 right over thereâ you say the last part while pointing at the end of the row of lockers. His expression looks⌠is he constipated? Why does he look like heâs holding something back? Is he confused about something but is too shy to ask?
âIs there anything you wanna say?â
He stays quiet for a moment then speaks.
âWhat do you call a gun that likes to party? A shot gun.â
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It took all of your willpower to not grab your gun from your holster and end it all. There is no way he said that. Your expression remains bland, trying to decipher what was his thought process when he decided to say that. His cheeks heat up with embarrassment as he apologizes under his breath. You nod pursing your lips and move on to the next room with him following behind.
Worst part of it all, is that heâs cute. Dirty blonde hair, puffy lips, sky-blue eyes, and a boy band haircut. All giving a boy next door look to him. He has the girls at the station gushing over him, as if they arenât pushing 30, and heâs completely oblivious of it all. You had the misfortune of watching Summer the Slut Miller flirt with him, as if fucking the whole station wasnât enough. Biting her teeth into his neck marking him as her next victim with each hint of hers flying right above his head. Either her tits short-circuited his brain or heâs just that clueless, telling you how nice she was after she left.
Although your task of training him is complete and he graduated from your daycare, he still follows you around. Attached to your hip is an understatement, it feels like heâs riding on your back at all times. âWhat are you doing?â âWhere are you going?â âCan I come with you?â He talks to you so much; youâre starting to hear his voice and stupid remarks even when heâs not there. Heâs basically haunting you but the motherfucker isnât even dead. God forbid he dies, the only thing stopping him from following you home is his morals. As soon as he becomes a ghost, nothing is stopping him.
Itâs not like he doesnât have anyone else to talk to at the station. He made more friends in the 2 months heâs been here, more than the amount youâve made in the past 2 years. Leon is pretty popular in the station now adays, heâs nice and hardworking, everyone likes him. You are nice too, but instead of being invited to Andersonâs grill party, you get peer pressured into taking on tasks that arenât yours in the first place. While Leon got assigned the title of the happy go lucky rookie, you on the other hand got assigned the title of⌠nothing. You doubt anyone other than your teammates and chief know your name.
And as a result of that, here you are sitting at your desk writing another report while everyoneâs out on lunch break. The sound of your keyboard keys clicking fills the silent office as you type away. Your eyes are genuinely starting to get fuzzy from staring at your screen all day today. Amidst your endless typing, you hear the sound of boots slowly approaching your desk.
âWhat do you want rookie.â You say without even looking up. Of course itâs Leon, who else would even bother walking anywhere near their desk during break. Not that your colleagues do much anyways.
âMike got some donuts for everyone; I brought you one. I got you this cause Iâve seen you eat it before, figured it might be your favorite.â
You look up from your screen for the first time in what feels like ages, and your eyes land at the donut that is placed on your desk, with a tissue paper beneath it, then back at Leon whoâs now standing in front of your desk. It was your favorite, and it actually came at the perfect time. You barely slept last night so you could use some sugar.
âThanks Leon.â You reply with a weak smile and he reciprocates with a smile as well. One that isnât quite as tired of yours. You take a bite out of the donut then start typing again.
âSpending another lunch break here again?â He asks staring at you then at the cute decorations you have around your desk. You spend more time at this desk than at home, so you might as well make it a bit more pleasant to look at.
You sigh defeatedly and nod, as he leans on the office desk in front of yours. He looks at you and purses his lips together, aware of the bullshit you go through every day.
âPeterson is having a party over at his house this weekend, you coming?â
âWasnât invited.â
âOh.â
You never were, itâs not like youâd go anyway. Â Parties are not your thing, especially with this much work load. As soon as you come home you shower before passing out on your bed at 10 oâclock sharp. He starts telling you about some random thing he saw at patrol last night, giving you a report that you hopefully donât need to type for him as well. You honestly doubt youâve ever seen him converse with anyone else at the station as much as he does with you. Maybe itâs because you were the first to introduce yourself to him here, or maybe heâs just clingy, or both.
A couple minutes later, youâre finally done with your report and just need to print it out. You press print and wait for the printer at the end of the room to start printing it. But it doesnât, somethingâs wrong. You sigh and slump onto your chair.
âIâll go checkâ Leon says as he walks over to the device. âItâs out of paper.â
Great, these assholes canât even bother to refill the paper.
âWhere are you going?â
âSupply closet, donât follow me.â
You say, grabbing your keys and leaving the room. Itâs not long before the sound of boots start following up behind you, not surprised. Reaching the supply closet you unlock it and start looking for paper in the dusty and dim place. Crouched down while you look at the bottom shelf, you sense a presence at the door frame behind you.
âWhat part of âdonât follow meâ is difficult for you to understand rookie?â
ââŚIâm bored.â
âThen at least come here and make yourself useful.â
You hear him approach then crouch down next to you. The sound of the plastic bag covered items rustling fills the tiny space as you both continue searching. Shouldnât these closets be full with paper anyway? But instead, all you find is old reports and boxes of pens, tape, and paper clips. You mentally cross your fingers and hope you find them here; youâre not in the mood to walk up 2 flights of stairs to the other storage room.
âAmelia asked me out on a date.â
Leon says after a while. Your expression remains the same, that was random, but youâre used to him spitting out nonsense at this point.
âS.T.A.R.S office Amelia or West office Amelia?â
âWest office Amelia.â He whispers back.
âWhatâd you say?â
âI said no.â
Your brows furrow in confusion and curiosity. You donât know much about her, but heard that sheâs sweet. You look over to your side at him. His expression is hard to see in the dim room, but he doesnât turn around to face you and instead keeps searching.
âWhy? Sheâs pretty.â You reply, as you retract your hands back from the shelf and stop searching.
âYeah, she is⌠but Iâm just-â He says before he stops himself.
Oh, now youâre interested. Papers and reports can wait, but Leon talking about his love life to you is something he has yet to overshare about.
âYouâreâŚ?â You ask, hand rolling forwards gesturing him to continue. He stays quiet for a minute; you doubt heâs even searching anymore but is simply trying to distract himself.
âIâm interested in someone else.â
Your eyebrows raise in shock. Did Summer finally blind him with her ass? No, heâs not the type to go for these types of women. Youâve seen him talk with Emma at the library a few times, and she giggles a little too hard at his jokes. Could it be her? Or maybe itâs someone you donât know? Either way, you want to know who managed to win over the heart of prince charming over here.
âWho?â Alright, usually you donât really care when someone tells you life updates or station gossip. But youâre a sucker for romantic drama. A huge part of it is because your love life is as nonexistent as Leonâs ability to take a hint, but thatâs besides the point.
The rustling caused by Leonâs hands stop and he turns around and faces you. The light from outside from the hallway seeps into the dingy room highlighting a part of his face. The two of you stare at each other for a couple of seconds before he speaks.
âI donât think she likes me; it doesnât matter.â
âHow can you be so sure? Tell me and I swear I wonât tell anyone.â
The two of you sound like elementary students whispering about their crushes and pinky promising to keep it a secret. Except youâre not, and you donât know why heâs making such a big deal out of it. He contemplates for a bit, biting his lip.
âŚ
âI like you.â
The three words slip out of his mouth and you can hear the sound of glass shattering. You? He likes you? There is no way, how can he possiblyâŚ
It feels like you got slapped in the face, and the pieces all fall in place. You kept talking about him missing hints and being so socially unaware when you were doing the same thing. You, out of all the women at the station who are fighting over him, he chooses the one that has been barely giving him attention at all. Men are interesting creatures. He notices your silence and starts speaking.
âYour just really cool and hardworking, I couldnât- Iâm sorry if you feel-â
You kiss him.
You donât even realize what youâve done till itâs too late. Why did you even do that? Sure, you do find him cute, and his jokes started growing on you, and youâre actually secretly happy that he keeps you company-
Yeah fine, you like him too.
His lips feel soft as they start to kiss yours back, his hot breath fanning out on your skin. He starts leaning in more into your touch, letting out a soft whine doing so. You pull away slowly, as your eyes meet with his once again. Heâs shocked? Happy? You canât quiet pinpoint what it is exactly.
âYou al-â
âShut up.â You interrupt again, pulling him in by his vest and he crashes his lips into yours. His eyes flutter close as the kiss transitions from passionate to fiery, his hand reaches out and intertwines with yours, thumb caressing it gently. While his other hand is situated on the ground next to your hip providing him with support to kiss you even deeper. His tongue nervously enters your mouth and you accept it. Your heart is doing backflips from how fast things are moving, or youâre having stroke.
He helps you get up while your kiss is still ongoing and guides you to stand near the corner of one of the shelves, his hand shuts the closetâs door. You moan softly into his mouth as he grabs your hip. One of your hands is places on his neck, thumb caressing it, while the other is placed on his chest. His dick is pressed up against your abdomen, you can already feel how rock solid it is and you have barely even touched him yet.
Both of your mouths separate and he lifts up your shirt with one of his hands and starts kissing your breasts and your abdomen, grabbing the hair on the back of his head as you bite your lip. His kisses are abrupt, and all over the place almost as if he canât believe that this is actually happening. Heâs clearly pent up, or just really excited to have you like this.
Getting up, and letting your shirt fall back to its place, he leans into your neck placing open mouthed kisses there. Hot shaky breath making you shiver. You feel his hand grab yours and guides you towards his clothed cock before whispering in your ear.
âPlease touch me.â
You comply, palming him through his pants as he groans like heâs in pain. Leon S. Kennedy is asking- no begging you to touch him in a staff closet was not on your bucket list for this year.
âYea- Fuck yeah just like this.â
He ruts his hips into your hand and his eyes lock with yours. He looks like heâs not even with you anymore. Completely blissed out from the feeling of your hand on his dick. The sight alone has slick pooling on the gusset of your panties as he starts kissing your neck again. Your head falls back as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive flesh so desperately.
Your hand abandons his boner and starts unbuckling his belt, the sound of his leather belt coming undone is then followed by his pants dropping to his boots, while your hand slips under his boxers pulling his dick out. So much precums itâs practically dripping. Your hand squeezes the base a bit and starts stroking him as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Skin hot, mouth open, brows furrowed while your hands continue their motion, up and down his length.
His hands fumble with the buttons of your pants and pull them down along with your underwear. His hand reaches for your cunt, fingers running through the slit collecting the fluid on his fingertips, before rubbing your clit. If anyone walks in, youâre both so done for, your hands on his dick and his fingers nearly inside of you.
He removes your hand off him and places it on his shoulder. Grabbing his cock himself, he teases your entrance, other hand grabbing one of your thighs pulling it towards him, giving him better access. His tip nudges your clit a few times before penetrating you. You both let out a whine, before he bottoms out completely. Chest to chest, face to face, your fingers snake up the back of his soft hair.
âThought about this every day, wanted you for so long.â He confesses under his breath, and you pull him in for another kiss. His hips start moving, the tip of his cock hitting the right spot thanks to the position youâre in. The wet sounds in the closet are then joined with the sound of your colleagues chatting and laughing while walking into the hallway.
âLeo-â
He bullies himself into you once more making you change your mind about ever stopping.
âPlease, I need you so bad.â He whimpers grabbing onto you so tight like you might run away, as he keeps drilling into you. The pleasure is starting to get more amplified at this new pace. You place your hand over your mouth muffling your moans and Leon bites your shoulder to muffle his.
The smell of sex fills the small space, hips smashing against yours like your colleagues arenât a few feet away. Your hand caresses his face delicately as he places his forehead onto yours, tears beading on his waterline as the pleasure gets overwhelming. Your hand drops down to your clit stimulating it, making your peak approach faster.
âLeon, Iâm gonna cum.â
He nods eagerly, eyes fixated on your hand and the point connecting the two of you. âAlmost there too.â
He struggles to form the words as your heat squeezes him tightly, you can feel him throb inside of you. Seconds later you cum, as Leonâs eyes drink up your blissed out expression. Eyes lidded, head mindlessly moving side to side, body tensing up before going limb. Only for him to follow you a millisecond later, feeling his sticky hot release coating you walls. Babbling nonsense about how good you feel, how hot you are and so on. He continues fucking both of you through your orgasms as a white-ring forms around the base of his dick, that he couldnât help but admire, taking a mental screenshot.
He stays in you for a moment as the two of you catch your breaths, looking up into your eyes and kissing the corner of your mouth. You smile at him, and he like always reciprocates. Eventually, he pulls out of you and quickly helps put your panties back on before your mixed fluids start dripping out. Soon enough, you both are fully dressed and you decide that its best to wait for everyone to leave before heading out.
ââŚThere are no cameras in here, right?â He whispers looking around the space.
 âOf course there is, there are cameras everywhere.â His face, although you canât see it well, you can sense it going pale. His mouth opening and closing without words coming you, almost like a fish.
âGod, youâre gullible.â You say with a chuckle before opening the door and checking if the coast is clear before you step out. A smile forms on his face in relief, following closely after you. And you both head back to work⌠Only for you to go back 3 minutes later to grab those papers.
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stray kids soulmate aus | l. felix <3
a/n: another day, another soulmate au :,-) i listened to a lot of jazz while writing this, so i hope you get extra serotonin and comfort from it as a result! i truly cannot resist the precious energy of felix <3333 pics not mine~
content:Â fluff, soulmate au |Â wc:Â 1.4k |Â warnings:Â none! |Â pairing:Â soulmate!felix x gn!reader |Â requests:Â open
âĄÂ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin âĄ
your soulmate's birthday and birth time are written on your wrist.
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felix practically threw everything he was carrying the second he stepped through the door, desperate to make it to the kitchen. washing his hands, he glanced at the clock. he tried to calculate how fast he would need to move to finish the cake before midnight. of course, today of all days, his schedules would run over.
he let out a few frustrated noises but quickly gathered the utensils, dishes, and supplies he needed to make the perfect birthday cake. just as he was starting to relax, his hand felt nothing but air in the corner of the cupboard.
âoh no!â felix groaned, âweâre out of sugar!âÂ
doubting his reality, felix rummaged through the items he spread out over and over (and over) again. no matter how hard he wished, sugar did not materialize in front of him. what did materialize, however, was a cloud of flour. in his haste, felix had knocked into the bag, leaving a nice pile of the powder on the edge of the counter and a few streaks on his shirt.Â
âis everything okay?â seungmin called from the doorway, slipping off his shoes beside jeongin.
âno!â felix rushed back out of the kitchen, racing towards the door, âiâll clean that up later! i gotta go!â
the boys barely avoided a collision with felix as he put on his shoes and grabbed his bag in one fell swoop. felix almost crashed into minho at the building entrance, his apology flying behind him as he ran.
minho chuckled at the sight of felixâs hair whipping back and forth as a result of his fast pace, but then his face fell, âah! we forgot to buy sugar!â
minho called out felixâs name to offer help. felix had already made it far enough down the road to be out of earshot. minho shrugged and strolled toward his home, curious if felix would reappear as quickly as he had disappeared.
the bell chimed as felix opened the store door, a calm sound clashing with his heaving breaths. he hadnât the slightest clue how far or fast he had run, but the feeling in his body was reminiscent of how it felt to compete in variety show games.Â
he caught his breath just enough to greet the store employee, trying his best to speedwalk to the baking aisle, rather than sprint across the store. when he turned the corner, felix swore he saw a halo around the bag of sugar. he nearly squealed from excitement and relief. it was the last one on the shelf, almost as though it was meant to be.Â
at least, thatâs what felix thought until another hand grasped the bag of sugar the second his fingertips brushed against it.
âah, sorry! were you trying to grab this?â you lifted the bag of sugar in your hand, feeling both awkward and obliged to say something to the stranger in front of you.
âoh! uhâŚâ felix shook the stunned look off his face, âyes. iâm so sorry, normally i wouldnât even think to ask this, but i need that bag of sugar. iâm in the middle of a baking emergency, and iâm running out of time to finish the cake.â
you bit the inside of your cheek to hide your laughter. the person in front of you certainly looked like the poster child for a baking emergency. hair messy fromâpresumablyârunning, flour smatterings all over their shirt, and a very sincere look in their eyes when asking for a bag of sugar. they looked both silly and overwhelmingly cute.
you sighed, ânow iâm sorry. i wouldnât usually care about giving up a bag of sugar to someone in need. this time though, i need it. iâm trying to avoid a baking emergency of my own,â you paused, figuring out how to convince this frantic baker that you werenât lying, âthis sounds like a lame excuse, i know, but todayâs my birthday. i canât make myself my usual birthday treat unless i have this sugar, and iâd really like to have some of it before the dayâs over.â
felixâs eyes went wide. his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion to deep thought to bewilderment to excitement in 20 seconds. you couldnât even begin to comprehend what was running through his head, especially when you noticed that he was nearly vibrating withâŚexcitement?
âtodayâs your birthday?â
you nodded.
âcan i see your wrist?â
your brow furrowed, not sure why the first question was about your birthday and the second about your wrist. as your lips formed the word why? it clicked in your head. either in an attempt to conceal your hopefulness or out of disbelief, you stretched your arm out far enough to be in felixâs view. he bent forward, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body. you held your breath, waiting for him to say something.
instead of a reply, giggles fell from felixâs lips. he offered his wrist to you, muttering something along the lines of please tell me this is yourâi canât believe thisâjust looking for the sugar!
his smiles and giggles infected you. both of you seemingly forgot about your time crunch, basking in the happiness you felt at the hands of fate in the baking aisle.
âmaybe we can share the sugar? i was about to bake your birthday cake when i ran over here.â
you tilted your head in confusion, still smiling from felixâs gleeful demeanor, âyou were baking my birthday cake?â
âyeah!â felix bounced while nodding, âevery year since i can remember, iâve baked you a dessert on your birthday. i wanted to get in as much practice as possible before we met, so i could make your favorite treat on our first birthday together! obviously, i donât know what your favorite is. iâve done a lot of different recipes over the years though, so iâm sure i can figure it out, even if it takes me a few tries. i promise iâll perfect the recipe so it matches your taste exactly! ah, this is great! i can finally show you the recipe book iâve compiled with everything iâve tried so far! do youââ felix paused, cheeks blushing when he realized how quickly he was speaking, âsorry, i got a bit excited for a second, didnât i?â
you laughed, looking at him with nothing but gratitude and fondness, âi love the excitement, and i would love to talk about my favorite treats with you. first though, could you tell me your name?â
felixâs jaw dropped. he couldnât believe he had forgotten his manners. how could think to ask you about your favorite dessert before asking you for your name?
âyes, of course! iâm felix!â he smiled, eyes twinkling, âwhatâs your name?â
âiâm y/n,â you smiled back.
ây/n,â he repeated, savoring the way it felt to say your name for the very first time, ây/n, it is so incredibly nice to meet you!â
âit is so incredibly nice to meet you too, felix!â
the two of you stood smiling at each other until felix remembered the original mission that brought him to this store, âwell, since itâs getting late, would you want to maybeâŚcome over to my placeâŚso i can bake your birthday cake? i understand if you donât want to come over! i live up the road, and i would love for you to enjoy a treat that you donât have to make yourself.â
the sweetness of the man in front of you melted your heart entirely, and you couldnât resist the surprise of your soulmate making your birthday cake this year. you agreed, prompting felix to rush to the register to pay for the sugar. as he guided you towards his place, he asked you question after question about your favorite treats, how you like your baked goods decorated, what your normal birthday traditions were, and what kind of present you wanted. you matched the speed of his enthusiastic conversation as best as you could, giggling here and there at his passionate reactions to every word you said. it felt entirely surreal to be walking side by side with your soulmate, but here you were.
âoh, y/n?â felix faced you outside his apartment door.
âyes, felix?â
âhappy birthday!â
beauty radiated off felix and warmth flooded your senses. while your birthday celebration was starting way later in the day than planned, there was absolutely no better present than this. standing beside felix, who giddily held that fateful bag of sugar, you knew that this would always be your favorite birthday.
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Thinking about Eddie using an old trick his father taught him when he was eleven years old to sneak in any big place by just carrying a ladder and looking like a worker, to get Steve in a concert that had been sold out for weeks.
Thinking about Steve complaining all the way there, calling Eddie irresponsible, reminding him that he followed the rules, that he's a good guy, telling him that they were going to be caught, that it was stupid and wasn't going to work.
Thinking about how hard Steve rolls his eyes when it actually works and Eddie is just one breath away from his "I told you so," but it never comes.
They actually get to see for free that show of Tears for Fears and Steve expects Eddie to complain about shitty music, or how lame Steve taste was, or even Steve's lack of faith in his poor soul.
And again, it never comes.
Everything in Eddie's behavior is so nice that something must be awfully wrong, and Steve spends the whole concert trying to get a reaction out of him, spiraling, thinking that maybe he'd been ungrateful by spending all that time complaining and that he very much earned that silent treatment (not really a silent treatment, more like a not 'in your fucking face, Harrington' treatment), so immersed in his own thoughts he barely enjoys the concert.
Thinking about a comfortable silence in Eddie's end, when they're driving back to Hawkins, and Steve breaking it by finally muttering a soft "I'm sorry."
Thinking about Eddie puzzled about whre that apology came from and asking why he's sorry, and pulling over when he just glances at Steve's troubled face when he can't actually answer.
Thinking about the heaviness of Eddie's voice when he asks a second time, looking Steve in the eye, why is he apologizing, and Steve breathing that he doesn't exactly know, for whatever he did that Eddie's mad, he guesses.
Thinking about Eddie pulling every bit of knowledge about Steve Harrington together, and finally, finally realizing where Steve's coming from.
Thinking about Steve's face when Eddie tells him softly "I just wanted to do something nice for you. Just wanted to make you happy."
Thinking about the ten seconds of full silence, ten seconds both of them staring at each other, the air feeling heavy, Steve's shallow and fast breathing, and his whispered "but why?"
"Because you deserve to be happy. You really, really do, Steve."
Thinking about every fiber in Steve's body yelling "that's a lie", and Steve having no energy to actually discuss Eddie's estatement. Steve looking down, then away, then swallowing around nothing. Steve just saying "uh, okay," in a shaky, whispered voice.
Thinking of Eddie finally hitting the road again, with his eyes ahead, his heart in the passenger seat, and his head replaying the chorus of Head over heels in repeat (and he's shocked to his core that he's actually liking it.)
#inklessletter#ficlet#stranger things#st fic#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#just feeling a bit soft okay?#just leave me be
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