#i love my emotional support modern au

[crazylittlejester]

*slides bowl of oranges across table*

I am requesting one (1) blorbo rant, please. Any topic of your choosing

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE IM BEING ENABLED!!! thanks for the ask :3

I’m gonna yap about Time and Twilight’s relationship in my emotional support modern AU

So Time is his uncle, however Twilight’s mom (Time’s sister) died when he was one and his biological father wasn’t around as an option to care for him, so he ended up with Time and Malon, which ended up working out well cos they can’t have their own biological kids but they still got to be parents (which HAD been something they wanted, and they’d been discussing adopting a kid, they just hadn’t anticipated they’d have to adopt their nephew). They’re the only parents Twilight has ever known, and they have a very good relationship with him. They don’t keep secrets from him, he knows they’re not his biological parents, but that’s never really mattered to him because he’s never felt anything less than loved. Time answered any and all questions Twi had about his biological mom, and there are pictures of her around the house because Time misses her a lot and it was as nice for him to be able to talk about her with Twi as it was for Twi to learn about her through him

Time and Malon raised him to be kind and respectful and to think for himself, they taught him to logically think through why things might not be the best decision when he asked for something instead of just shutting him down and saying no. Which is part of why they’re so close, because Twi could always expect a reasonable explanation for something if there was something he didn’t understand and he needed to ask a clarifying question and he never had to fear getting yelled at for not understanding. They were really supportive of everything he wanted to, whether that be after school activities or him temporarily dying his hair for a week before deciding it wasn’t as cool as he thought it’d be. He wanted a piercing at 17? Time and Malon didn’t care, they just wanted him prove that was something that he actually wanted and not just an impulsive decision and that it’s something he’d take care of. Tattoo? Sure, he just had do the research and find an artist and save up the money so he had time to think about whether this is something he was serious about (and then Time paid for it anyway because it was Twi’s birthday and he had always intended to let Twi keep the money he saved for something else because it was never about who paid, it was about making sure Twi would be able to save for a big purchase while still being able to pay for snacks and gas because Time wanted to make sure he’d be responsible when he sent his kid off to college))

Twi is very very close to both of them and like all of his friends are so in awe of this because Wars (who has no father but more than enough mommy issues to make up for it) and Sky (who gets along well with the people who adopted him at 14 but has his own issues from his bio parents) simply cannot wrap their heads around the fact that Twilight’s parents are his best friends. Like Time will text Twi to let him know he’s in the city the college is in and Twi will drop everything he’s doing to go grab lunch with him, Twi will literally call Malon and ask if she wants to see a movie with him because all his friends are busy and he wants to see something. Twi never feared them growing up, they never raised their voices at him, they may have had arguments because Twi was 13 once but Time and Malon stayed very calm and just sent Twi out to go chop some firewood until he calmed down enough to have a conversation because they wanted to give him an outlet for his frustration. They raised a very well rounded, emotionally mature young man and they’re very very proud of him and they miss him because he’s been off at school :( (he sees them in person once a week and calls them every night because he is a sad wet mess and he misses them too)

(also just as a funny little side note, it is a running gag in this au that Twi was TERRIFIED of the muppets as a kid, which is 100% Time’s fault, not that Twi blames him for it but it IS his fault alskdkkd)

[fandom-junk-drawer]

This 👇. Just this 👇.

This is my favorite picture of them, and I'm glad I had it on my phone and not my hard drive. At least I have this.

[kitty-mactabbysh]

If Rain is What You Want

It's movie night and it's raining... should've been the perfect date. Except for one little detail: Ghost let all their popcorn burn.

Word Count: 979 (yayyyy)

And the song for the title being way too melancholic for the story itself but Idc, it's a bit of a writer's block exercise ^^"

The rain outside was soft, but it could still be heard as it hit the tiles of their shared home. Soap was comfortably snuggling up against Ghost, a blanket draped over them as they watched a random movie showing on the TV.

They didn’t even bother with picking something specific, as the point of the evening was, rather than entertainment, spending some time together. 

Ghost rarely enjoyed his leaves of absence, but whenever the Sergeant was with him, he didn’t even see the time pass. Before he knew it, to his own disappointment, they were back on active duty, the nights spent together all but a fond memory they would reminisce over dinner, or when they were alone.

“It’s fine, Simon.” Soap said for the third time since they sat down, a bowl of charred popcorn resting by his side, and he would, from time to time, take a careful fistful of the burnt food. “It’s just popcorn.”

The scowl on the blonde’s face deepened slightly, but he said nothing. It was his turn to make the popcorn for their movie night, and he got so distracted by Johnny, with reason, that he completely forgot all about it.

He remembered his eyes widening, clumsily getting himself off of Soap, speeding towards the kitchen while the Scot couldn’t stop laughing. They were lucky the smoke didn’t trigger the fire detector, which would have undoubtedly ruined their evening.

“Si.” Soap spoke again, his voice still carrying the same note of amusement it had ever since the incident happened. He lifted his head up, Ghost’s frown was still there. The Sergeant tried not to laugh at this, shifting on his seat so he could give his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “Simon, it was not your fault.”

“I know this, Johnny. Just let me pay attention to the fucking movie.” The sour comeback was expected. Ghost hated when he committed mistakes of any kind, especially the ones that would, in his head, make a fool out of him in front of the people he cared about. Soap had told him many times that it didn’t matter, but it didn’t erase the fact that he messed up.

Soap wasn’t worried, though. Simon’s tough act did not bother or scare him one bit. Undeterred by his boyfriend’s all consuming scowl, he kissed the Lieutenant again, on the lips this time.

He simply sighed, but said nothing.

Realizing that stealing kisses like this wouldn’t work as well as he hoped, Soap rolled his eyes, moving to adjust himself on the taller man’s lap, careful not to let the blanket fall on the floor.

“Bloody hell, Johnny!” Ghost finally said something, but didn’t stop the Scot from wrapping his arms around his neck, a small, tricky smile on his lips.

“Told you to stop fretting over this, Si.” He replied, his voice barely a whisper. “If you don’t, I will make you.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, some amusement finally showing on his face.

“Really, now?” Ghost's tone lowered down to a more seductive one, a sweet defiance Soap knew and loved. “And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?”

Instead of replying like the good brat he was, the Scot pulled Ghost closer, who did not protest, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. He closed his eyes, drinking in the feeling of his boyfriend so close, the heat of his body, the big, surprisingly gentle hands on his waist, pulling him closer, craving his company… craving him, with just as much need as he craved the other.

Never in his life had John MacTavish dreamt of being so loved. Never had he cared so much about another person than he did Simon… who never truly had anyone he could say with confidence that he cared for.

“You know why it doesn't matter what you do, yeah?” He smiled, kissing the Brit again. “It's because I'm so in love with you… I don't care about anything else.”

Ghost chuckled softly, as he always did when he heard his boyfriend's declarations. Was he even worthy of so much love?

He leaned down slowly, kissing his boyfriend again and deeper this time around, pulling him closer before parting, a very serious look on his face.

“You wouldn't be saying this if the fire detector triggered.”

His lips curled up at the end of the sentence, completely breaking character and making Soap realize he was no longer mad about the whole situation.

The brunette clicked his tongue, but didn't argue. Chances were, if that happened, they would lose some furniture but he'd be laughing for weeks.

Poor Simon.

“Well, that would've been the fuck-up of the year if it happened.” He stated, fingers gently caressing the blonde's face. “I wouldn't tell anyone.”

“You'd tell Gaz.”

“Just him.”

Ghost laughed, resting his forehead against Soap's.

“Alright, I'd let that one slide. But if the rookies ever found out, there would be hell to pay for both of you.”

It was Soap's turn to laugh, head shaking a little in disbelief.

“Like I would expect anything different, love.”

He closed his eyes, resting his head on Ghost's chest.

The rain continued to pour outside, and the night would be a cold one, by the looks of it.

At base or inside a random safe house, that would’ve been a problem. But on leave, together like that? The weather was the least of their worries.

Johnny didn't even realize he fell asleep, body resting comfortably against Simon's, the movie they began watching became nothing more than background noise.

As for Simon himself, his eyelids were heavy with sleep, the rhythmic sound of Johnny's breathing became a soothing lullaby. And soon, forgotten by the world and away from all their worries, they could finally rest.

Together, as it was always meant to be, from the moment they first saw each other.

[matamisin]

Against my own will, I haven't seen the afternoon in a week

[valalice]

✮ YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A GAMEGIRL .ᐟ ft. 𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓼.

ʚɞ summary. a collection of streamer ellie headcanons.

warnings. streamer!ellie. modern au. fluff i guess? this is basically crack. ellie's chat can't give her a break. loser!ellie also if you so fancy it. talk about a strap on but it's nothing serious. ellie fights with kids for a living. wc. 1.4k

a/n. and the crowd BOOO'S... i know, i know literally everyone to ever exist on this app has their own thoughts on streamer!ellie, but i thought it would be fun to do my own thoughts on her <3 remember to support your writers by reblogging & commenting !

m.list | tlou m.list

࿐ streamer!ellie who grew to stardom during quarantine. much like everyone else in the world she had a lot of time on her hands, so what's better than increasing her addiction to gaming and worsening her already bad eyesight by staring at a bright monitor in the dark? it's not like she had much school work (she did) to care about anyway.

࿐ streamer!ellie whose fan base are her biggest haters that always clown on her. many of the fans who have been around since the start still joke about younger ellie, ellie who was in high school and still cringe when she started streaming. “so, yeah i graduated college. that's the reason why there wasn't a stream on saturday.”

[user000] did you get a degree in loserology?

[user001] bro has a whole college degree and still streams 💀

“i’m talking about my accomplishments and you guys are clowning me!?"

࿐ streamer!ellie who succumbed and adopted a kitten a few years ago, a ginger one at that. her face lighting up when she realizes she has yet to introduce her son to chat. taking off her headset (for once) setting it down on her desk, “i’ll be right back, chat.” leaving her room to find where the small kitten could be.

when she comes back, she holds the small ginger puff of fur in her arms with a cheeky smile. taking the kitten in her hands and holding him to the webcam “say hello to little bro, chat. haven't named him yet, was thinking we could do a poll.”

it was best and worst decision ellie ever made adopting a cat. the best because she loves the little stinker. and the worst because anytime she's on the chat is filled with

[user002] DONTTT CAREEE WHERES RICK

[user003] show us the child

࿐ streamer!ellie who has the worst eyesight ever. she wears glasses and still squints whenever she has to read something in game or the chat.

࿐ streamer!ellie whose desk is some second hand desk she got years ago. it’s gone from place to place with her and chat jokes that it's her emotional support desk. it's often littered with pop cans, various wrappers, notebooks and sketchbooks, figurines, comic books, scratched up stickers, and guitar picks. if she's lost anything her best bet is that it's somewhere on her desk.

࿐ streamer!ellie who swears she's not a scaredy cat when playing horror games, but the moment she hears any sound she's freaking out “chat, you heard that right?” "I'M NOT GOING FUCKING INSANE!" and when out of nowhere her character is getting chased her voice will pitch a little higher “HE’S CHASING ME! HE’S CHASING ME!” when the character ultimately meets their doom she’ll deadpan the webcam, “that game wasn't even that scary.”

[user004] whatever you say bud

[user005] that clip of u screaming like a little girl says otherwise

[user006] now we all know who's dying first in a horror movie

࿐ streamer!ellie who starts to get an inflation of views on her streams from clips of her being posted on tiktok (her audios have gone viral a few times). and who rolls her eyes at all the ‘wuh luh wuh?’ comments, “is the sky blue? are there forks in the kitchen? is the grass green? i love women, women love me.”

[user007] women may have we in it but we do not love you

[user008] is the women in the room with us???

[user009] BRO NO NEED TO LIE WE KNOW U DONT PULL

࿐ streamer!ellie who's mic blows out the any time she screams from a game.

࿐ streamer!ellie who is genuinely so shit at shooting games. chat knows that within the first few minutes without a fail ellie will get shot and killed, yet they still get hyped as ellie gets focused on the game. and when she does get killed, her hands will come down crashing on her desk, causing her setup to shake before stretching out in her chair stretching, letting her hands come on top over her headset before falling down over her face.

[user010] just load up roblox bro

࿐ streamer!ellie who hits a milestone and decides to do those ‘letting my followers spend my money’ it's very short lived because chat is just as unhinged and chaotic as her. “why the fuck is there a maid’s costume? fuck no.” and when her eyes rake over the cart to see that someone added a strap harness and dildo, “YO CHAT? THE FUCK?”

[user011] now thats just sad

[user012] AINT NO WAY

[user013] guys stop being mean :/ we all know it's just going to collect dust and cobwebs :/

[user014] ellie bitchless williams

࿐ streamer!ellie who enjoys doing more laid back and casual streams like building lego sets or setting up a new action figure. she’s done quite a few cooking streams which all end in disaster, “chat is there a huge difference between baking power and baking soda?” “i don't give a fuck if i shouldn't be eating raw cake batter, salmonella fears me.” “uh, should the oven be smoking like that?”

[user015] can't believe i'm witnessing ellie burn down her place in real time

or even once in a blue moon an outside stream.

[user016] ayeeee the gremlin is out of its dungeon

[user017] how does it feel to see sunlight again?

࿐ streamer!ellie who rarely post besides the casual spam of her stories, but is somehow extremely chronically online.

࿐ streamer!ellie who got banned from her mic privileges in roblox and later completely banned. all because she has no self restraint when arguing with little kids, “your avatar is ugly.” some random kid would say, “yo daddy is ugly.” ellie would bite back. and when she finds herself in yet another shooter esc game and a kid thinks it's smart to say "your aim is butt!" ellie’s retaliation to the critique is “that's not what your mom said last night you little fucker!” then shooting the kid’s character.

[user018] kid sounds like he's 8 MAX

[user019] ellie desensitizing these kids young

[user020] TO A CHILDDDD?????

[user021] bro can only get a kill if it's a child

࿐ streamer!ellie who thinks all her jokes are knee slap worthy, but her chat couldn't be less phased.

[user022] pack it up

[user023] 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

࿐ streamer!ellie who met you in a lobby when she's coincidentally not streaming, her team needed one more player so she shot her shot, “uh, hey,” she's totally cool right now, her palm totally isn't sweating off of her mouse “would you like to join my team? we just need one more player.” and she plays it chill when you accept “cool, cool. thanks.” but afterwards she put herself on mute and jumped out of her chair, all while her phone is blowing up with text from the groupchat.

࿐ streamer!ellie who tells her chat about it the next time she streams. “had a pretty girl on my team. i've never seen her, but i don't need to. i know it in my soul, it's my spidey sense.”

[user024] u sure u weren't dreaming???

[user025] didn't happened unless we have proof

࿐ streamer!ellie who hopes she'd see you in another lobby, but in reality it's probably a few weeks or months before she notices your handle in a lobby again, but she's always on the lookout for it. and when she does she thanks whoever is out there that she's streaming. she's solo playing this time so there's no opportunity for her to be on a team with you again, but she swears she could ascend into the heavens when you giggle at her wishing you luck in the game, covering her face from her webcam to hide that her face is turning bright red, "good luck to you too."

[user026] we all know she needs it

[user027] OKAY ELLIEEEEEE WE SEE UR GAME

“chat, i’m threw the roof. calling it know we're winning this.” ellie in fact did not win. she yet again got killed in recorded time, by none other than you. she couldn't even be upset over it “pretty and talented, damn.”

[user028] bffr u were her easy kill

࿐ streamer!ellie who by the end of it you initiate a conversation with her “i would apologize for killing you, but i just couldn't help myself.” “oh no, no. it's no problem. i’m shit at this game, it's all good.” "well maybe you could get better if we play together more?” and chat could just see the wheels turning in ellie’s head “uh—” her voice fucking cracked, “shit, yeah!” realizing she's getting a little too excited, so she's gotta tone it down “that would be cool.” smoothing a sweaty hand on her sweats. to say her chat explodes is an understatement.

[user029] WE ARE WITNESSING HISTORY

[user030] WINNERS LOVE WINNING

[user031] U BETTER DUST OFF THAT STRAP!!!!

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

virgin!sukuna x virgin!reader, modern delinquent au

request: can you write modern au!sukuna and fem reader taking each others virginity with a established relationship tags: fluff, fingering, penetration, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), sukuna is a delinquent; @mangiswig notes: minors dni, sukuna is lowkey ooc wc: 2.0k

Despite spending a significant portion of his formative years behind bars, the weight of consequence failed to curb the rebellious spirit of Sukuna. Emerging from the confines of incarceration with a hardened demeanor and a penchant for defiance, he returned to the streets that had once ensnared him with a renewed sense of determination. To Sukuna, the rules of society were nothing more than shackles, constraining him from the freedom he craved and the life he believed he deserved.

Fuelled by a potent cocktail of resentment and bravado, Sukuna navigated the urban landscape with the swagger of someone who had stared into the abyss and refused to blink. From petty theft to brazen acts of vandalism, he left a trail of chaos in his wake, a testament to the indelible mark of his troubled past. For Sukuna, the cycle of delinquency was a familiar refrain, a symphony of defiance that echoed through the corridors of his consciousness, a reminder of the streets that had shaped him and the choices that had defined him.

Yet Sukuna found an unexpected beacon of light in the form of you, a college student whose innocence and sweetness stood in stark contrast to his own turbulent world. Your love was a fragile bloom in the midst of concrete, delicate yet resilient, defying the odds with each passing day. Drawn to your gentle spirit and unwavering kindness,Sukuna found himself navigating unfamiliar territory, his rough edges softened by the warmth of your affection.

For almost a year now, you have been the anchor in Sukuna's stormy sea, a steady presence amidst the chaos of his life. With your unwavering belief in his capacity for change and your steadfast support, you became his guiding star, illuminating the darkest corners of his soul with the light of your love. Despite the whispers of doubt that lingered in the recesses of his mind, Sukuna couldn't deny the profound impact you had on his life, your presence a balm to his weary heart.

Your love for Sukuna knew no bounds, transcending the boundaries of societal norms and expectations. Despite the whispers of caution that echoed through the halls of your mind, you refused to turn away from the tumultuous storm that raged within him. To you, Sukuna was more than just the sum of his mistakes; he was a complex tapestry of darkness and light, a flawed masterpiece in need of redemption.

While others cowered in fear at the mere mention of his name, you stood unwavering by his side, your love a shield against the slings and arrows of judgment. You understood the depths of his anger, the ferocity of his defiance, yet you chose to love him all the same. For you, love was not about changing someone into who they should be, but rather embracing them for who they were, scars and all.

The decision weighed heavily on your heart, a tender offering you longed to bestow upon Sukuna, a symbol of your unwavering commitment to your love. With trembling hands and a courage born of devotion, you found yourself standing before him, your heart laid bare in the flickering light of your shared intimacy. “I want you to take my virginity tonight, Sukuna. I’m yours, fully.”

As your words pierced the air, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over Sukuna. His heart quickened with excitement, the prospect of possessing you in such an intimate way igniting a primal fire within him. Yet, beneath the surface, a flicker of nervousness danced in the depths of his eyes, betraying the weight of responsibility he felt in this moment. There was something he never told you. Sukuna, the known and feared criminal, was a virgin himself. He didn’t have the chance to lose it since most of his teen years were spent in jail and he met you shortly after his release. Yet, Sukuna was sure that he would manage to not have to confess to his virginity. 

Yet his dominant nature surged forth, a primal instinct asserting its dominance over his senses. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Sukunas demeanor shifted, his posture becoming more assertive, more commanding. He saw this as an opportunity to claim you, to mark you as his own in the most intimate way possible. “Get on the bed, baby”, and you followed his command.

With a magnetic pull, Sukuna led you to his bed, your eyes locked in a heated exchange of desire and anticipation. The air was charged with electricity, every touch igniting a wildfire of longing between you. As you sank into the soft embrace of the mattress, a primal hunger consumed you, driving you to explore each other with an urgency born of passion.

With a possessive grip, Sukuna claimed your lips in a searing kiss, his dominance asserting itself with every fervent movement. His hands traced the curves of your body with a possessive intensity, his touch igniting a feverish need within you. You yielded to him willingly, your own desire mingling with his in a potent cocktail of longing and surrender.

“You’re so pretty, baby. I love you so much.”

Your clothes became mere obstacles, discarded in a frenzy of desire as you bared yourselves to each other without reservation. With each caress, each whispered promise, you delved deeper into the depths of your desire, your bodies becoming one in a dance of carnal pleasure and primal need.

“You belong to me, baby. All of you. Only to me. I’ll be your first and your last.”

As your passion reached its zenith, you lost yourselves in each other, your moans of ecstasy filling the air as you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of your desire. In that moment, on Sukuna's bed, you were consumed by the flames of your passion, your love, a blazing inferno that burned brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise of forever.

With a possessive hunger burning in his eyes, Sukuna trailed his fingers along your trembling form, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence that bordered on worship. As he settled between your parted thighs, he felt your pulse quicken beneath his touch, your breath hitching in anticipation of the ecstasy to come.

“You’re already soaked, princess. Been waiting for this, huh?”

With a predatory grace, he teased you with feather-light caresses, his fingers dancing over your skin in a tantalizing rhythm. Your soft gasps filled the room as he explored your most intimate depths, his touch sending shivers of pleasure cascading through your body.

With each stroke, he felt you surrendering to him, your barriers crumbling in the face of his relentless desire. He relished in the power he held over you, reveling in the way you arched into his touch, your cries of pleasure music to his ears, the way your wet pussy clenched and pulsated around his slender fingers. With a primal hunger driving him forward, Sukuna delved deeper into you, his fingers becoming an extension of his own desire as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

“Don’t cum yet, babygirl. You wanted something else inside you, remember? Do you still want it?”

“Y–yes…ahh…f–fuck, yes, please, Sukuna.”

As Sukuna's touch grew bolder, you surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through your body. With each deliberate stroke of his fingers, you melted further into submission, your moans filling the air as you abandoned yourself to the overwhelming pleasure he bestowed upon you.

Your body quivered with every skilled movement, each sensation amplified by the electric tension that crackled between you. Your  breath hitched with every caress, your heart racing as you surrendered to the blissful torment of his dominance.

With a possessive hunger burning in his eyes, Sukuna reveled in the sight of you laid bare before him, your submissive surrender stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. Your moans of pure lust were like a siren's song, drawing him deeper into the abyss of his own primal urges.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, Sukuna's touch grew more demanding, more possessive, his own arousal building with each intoxicating sound that escaped your lips. With each whimper of pleasure, he felt the intoxicating rush of power surging through his veins, his dominance asserting itself with an almost feral intensity.

“I think you’re ready, baby.”

Sukuna positioned himself above you, your submissive form trembling with anticipation beneath him. With a possessive grip, he guided himself to your entrance, the throbbing heat of his arousal pressing against your quivering flesh. As he poised himself at the threshold of your innocence, a fierce determination coursed through him, driving him forward with an urgency born of primal desire. With a forceful thrust, he pushed himself inside your pussy, the sensation of your tight warmth enveloping him like a velvet vice.

“Oh– Fuck…fuck, it’s tight. You feel so fucking good, baby.”

You gasped at the intrusion, your body tensing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. With each powerful thrust, Sukuna claimed you as his own, his dominant nature asserting itself with every primal movement. As you moved together in a primal dance of passion and possession, Sukuna felt a surge of ecstasy and lust coursing through him. You felt so good stretching around him, he could feel your heartbeat through your wet, tight cunt.

As your bodies intertwined in the fervor of your passion, Sukuna's arousal reached a crescendo, the intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm him entirely. With each hard, deep thrust, he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his primal instincts driving him ever closer to the brink. He pounded into you like a wild animal, feeling the undying urge to not only claim your soul as his but also your body.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck no.”

But then, in a sudden and unexpected rush, Sukuna's control slipped away, his body betraying him in the most primal of ways. With a gasp of disbelief, he felt his release wash over him, his climax crashing over him with a force that left him trembling in its wake.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Sukuna grappled with the intensity of his own pleasure, his body pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. And as he collapsed against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he realized with a sinking feeling that he had cum far sooner than he had anticipated.

“…’kuna?”, your eyes shot wide, feeling him release his hot cum inside you. Usually it takes you far longer to get him to finish with your mouth. 

In the hazy aftermath of their passion, Sukuna's heart raced with a mixture of embarrassment and shame, his mind reeling with the realization that he had revealed his virginity in the most humiliating of ways. And as he looked into your eyes, he saw the confusion and concern reflected in your gaze, knowing that he would have to find a way to explain himself, even as his own insecurities threatened to consume him. Slowly he pulled out and grabbed the box of tissues next to his bed to clean you up.

With a heavy heart, he knew that he couldn't keep his secret any longer, not from you, not from the woman he loved more than life itself.

Summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, Sukuna steeled himself for the confession that weighed heavily upon his soul. With slightly trembling hands and a voice thick with emotion, he reached out to you, his eyes searching yours for understanding and acceptance.

"Baby," he began, his words coming out in a rush as he struggled to find the right ones. "I need to tell you something...something I should have told you before."

As he spoke, Sukuna felt the weight of his secret lifting from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of vulnerability unlike anything he had ever known. With each word, he bared his soul to you, revealing the truth of his inexperience, his virginity laid bare for you to see.

To his surprise, your reaction was not one of judgment or scorn, but of compassion and understanding. With a gentle touch, you reached out to him, your eyes filled with love and acceptance.

"Sukuna," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "It doesn't matter to me. What matters is us, and the love we share. I’m yours and you’re mine."

[xiouahh]

☆ numb

scaramouche x gender neutral reader　|　social media au

SYPNOSIS.　You had always been the independent, strong-willed person who didn't need anyone's help. Despite your best efforts, your trauma continues to plague you, making it difficult for you to trust and connect with others. That is, until you meet a young man who is everything you've wanted in a partner. Despite his aloof demeanor, he manages to break your emotional barriers and become a source of healing and support for you. As you learn to trust and open up to him, he becomes the healer of your heart, helping you heal from your trauma.

STATUS.　Ongoing

GENRE.　fluff, angst, smau, college au, slowburn ( ? ), friends to lovers, modern au,

INFO.　Timestamps don't matter unless stated otherwise, Contains themes related to LGBTQ+, Some characters might be ooc, swearing, the pictures used are not meant to represent the reader, but rather focus on the pose or background!

AUTHOR.　First time using Tumblr, plz don't bully me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). Originally this wasn't a smau and I posted it on Wattpad, but I didn't like it that much so I decided to rewrite it !! ++ First smau !! Might also be cringe in some chapters. Also [name] is actually a reflection of my own personal experiences with love, specifically my difficulties with being both capable of loving and being loved in return ! So I decided to make this for the people out there who have the same situation as me.

TAGLIST.　Open !!

[name]’s crew　♡　Scara’s friends

ACT ONE .ᐟ

01.　letters

02.　love

03.　how

04.　midnight snack

05.　student council

06.　overwhelmed

07.　friends

08.　friends 2

09.　exams

10.　school

ACT TWO .ᐟ

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EXTRAS .ᐟ

2024 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL　

[steddieas-shegoes]

new things

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'winter sports'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 732 words | no cw | tags: modern au, slice of life, hockey parents trying to navigate figure skating bless them

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Rory barrels through the front door. Eddie follows behind at a slower pace, looking somber and resigned.

Steve watches as Rory runs to her room without even saying hi. Eddie meanders to the kitchen bar and sits in his usual spot.

He gently puts his forehead against the counter and sighs.

“She wants to try figure skating.”

Steve’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“She…who? Rory?” Steve asks because there’s no way Eddie could mean their daughter.

The girl once complained that figure skates were sent to ruin the ice for hockey players.

Eddie nods, not lifting his head from the counter.

“Rory Munson wants to try figure skating?” Steve asks for further clarification.

Eddie nods again, but lifts his head up this time. He looks like he’s in mourning.

“What brought this on?”

“They’re offering three free lessons to any hockey player who wants to try,” Eddie explains. “Ryenn is trying it so now she wants to.”

“But…”

“Dad!” Rory yells as she runs from her room. “I’m gonna do figure skating!”

“Um.”

Eddie raises his brow at Steve to silently tell him to be more encouraging, which is bold coming from the man with a red mark on his forehead from the emotional support countertop he was just laying on.

“Are you sure you wanna have toe picks?” Steve settles on, which is the best he can do right now.

“The coach said I’ll get used to them,” Rory shrugs. “If I like the free lessons, it’s only half price to do the beginner program!”

Steve nods, already doing the mental calculations for the cost plus the time minus his sanity equals burnout.

“What’s for supper?” She asks, already moving on from this jarring conversation.

“Uh, I’m making chicken parm,” Steve’s still lost in thought as he speaks. He looks back over at the stove where he was just about to start frying the chicken cutlets before they walked in. “Homework?”

“Just math,” she says as she looks at the contents by the stove. “Can I have two chickens?”

“Sure,” he says because she’s a growing kid and because he knows she probably still won’t even finish one.

She walks back to her room, presumably to do homework, and Steve tries to put his mind on the task at hand.

“This must be genetics from the other side,” Eddie interrupts Steve’s thoughts. “You would never have this in your DNA.”

“Have what?”

“A figure skater.”

Steve snorts. “Baby, she’s not gonna like it.”

“You hope.”

Steve sighs. “Well, kinda. Balancing that schedule on top of hockey would be a nightmare. Plus having to deal with figure skating parents and hockey parents makes me nauseous.”

Eddie nods in silent agreement.

“But if it makes her happy…”

“Ugh! I know!” Eddie puts his head back down on the counter. “If she’s happy, I’m happy. But why can’t she be happy with just hockey?”

“She might be, baby,” Steve reminds him. “And she’ll always love hockey most.”

“We hope.”

****

Rory hated figure skating, but she stuck it out for the three lessons because Ryenn did.

Steve smiles as the last lesson finishes up with Rory once again forgetting about the toe picks and falling on her hands. It’s not like he ever wants to see her fail, but he saw the schedule for the beginner program. He likes having two nights a week at home with Eddie and Rory. The program would take those right off his calendar.

She comes off the ice with a frown.

Steve unlaces her skates even though she can do it herself.

Her arms are crossed over her chest.

“I don’t like figure skating,” she finally admits.

“Okay,” Steve replies.

“Okay?” Rory sounds unsure now, less mad and more worried that Steve might be mad.

“Yeah, green bean. I could tell your heart wasn’t in it. No harm in trying, though. Now you know.”

Rory nods, relaxing as she slips her sneakers on.

On their way out of the rink, she points out a poster that shows curling lessons every Saturday.

“Look! Only $10!”

Steve resists a groan as he turns to the reception desk to sign her up for a lesson.

“You and daddy can do it with me!” She says as she bounces on her feet next to him.

He smiles at the front desk person and sighs.

“Three for the curling lessons please.”

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Sep 12th

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1. In the mood for wangxian fics where:

A) Mo Xuanyu and We Wuxian are siblings/besties or any platonic relationship which makes them very close a la siblings (anything goes except fics set in CQL verse)

B) Dragonji AND dragonxian fics (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

C) werewolf wangxian (if smutty then bottomxian AND non-cql only)

D) childhood friends to lovers/growing up together/wei wuxian grows up in gusu [any AU/universe] (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

E) Soulmate AU's where elements like soulmate marks, strings, etc or any other obvious signs of having a soulmate exist (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

F) wangxian age difference fics...how much or less the age difference is doesnt matter (older lwj, if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

G) what if/no war canonverse AUs (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

Thank you for all you do Mods!! <3 @stellatosparkle

1A)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

1D)

soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, LQR & JFM, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

1E)

🔒 Bright the Day We Met by ereshai (G, 1k, WangXian, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Outsider, Fluff, Supportive LXC, Soulmates)

Bleachwhite Linen by MonocerosRex (T, 44k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, JYL & WWX, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Modern, Soulmates, not the traditional kind of soulmates exactly, Hospitals, Fluff, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Touch-Starved, lwj and wwx are the softest husbands and they aren’t even together yet, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Sibling Bonding, handwaving medical procedure and magical systems, worldbuilding is for chumps i’m here for the sugar, Sickfic, or more like convalescence fic but that isn’t a tag, POV Multiple, Family Feels, Family Fluff, lxc is a troll and he ships wangxian so hard, wwx deserves and gets gets hugs, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sleepy Cuddles, Hugs, JYL is a queen)

it goes like this by moonsteps (T, 15k, WangXian, College/University, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Humor, Fluff, Oblivious WWX, in which wwx is jealous… of himself, some drunken LWJ shenanigans, someone pls save JC, two idiots in love)

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

(( 💖 nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl (T, 31k, WangXian, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Alternating, Golden Core Reveal, Depressed WWX, WWX Has PTSD, JC & LWJ Friendship, friendship may be too strong a word more like allies who are gonna love the shit outta post-burial-mounds WWX whether he likes it or not, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery) It is cql only tho, I didn't realize before adding the rec, that said I'll let it there because I know other people might find the fanfic interesting 😓 ))

1F)

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Suicide of a Parent, References to Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, References to Anti-Depressant Medications, Escort Service, Loneliness, Everybody’s Abandonment Issues, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Moving In Together, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Hopeful Ending, Recovery, References to Escorting/Sex Work but No Actual Escorting/Sex Work)

Wangji's Beautiful Stranger by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 47k, WIP, WangXian Modern AU, Soulmates, older lwj, younger wwx, Minor NieLan, LWJ is So Whipped, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Modern: No Powers, Not Jiang Family Friendly)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

1G)

For you by 10thNoNamePerson (T, 16k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Canon Divergence, No War AU, Teen Wangxian, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jealous WWX, Soft WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) What if the Wen clan is too busy to attack anyone & WWX has time to think about his place in the Jiang sect

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing) What if WWX doesn't attend the Wen indoctrination

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, no one dies, LQR finds out about WWX’s core, WWX and LQR are friends??, In My Fic?, its more likely than you think, LWJ in the bg like whats happening?, Fluff, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal) What if LQR finds out about WWX's missing core (note: this one is tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall any specific cql stuff in there

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending) What if WWX realises who the mysterious 'maiden' who kissed him is (also tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall if there's any cql stuff in there)

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts) What if WWX doesn't take WN with him to Lanling (also tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall if there's any cql stuff in there)

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2. Hi is there any fic about wwx sleepwalking?

Mud on Your Feet by AvoOwO (Not Rated, 59k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Nightmares, Sentient Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds, Possession, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Good Sibling JC, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Feels, Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Delusions, JC Loves WWX, Insomnia, Good Sibling WWX, Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking, LWJ just wants to sleep with his husband, Protective JC, WWX Sees Dead People, LJY pulls through, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses, PTSD, Post-Canon, YLLZ WWX, resentful energy, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, WWX’s Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX is tired, LWJ literally just wants to sleep with WWX again is that too much to ask for??, Soft JC, Yunmeng Siblings Feels) THE wwx sleepwalking ff

who could stay? you could stay by martyrsdaughter (G, 12k, WangXian, Meet-Cute, Modern AU, Fluff, Sleepwalking, Literal Sleeping Together, Crush at First Sight, Neighbors)

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3. I'm In The Mood For a fic that embraces how much of an exquisite bitch Lan Wangji can be. "You are not qualified to speak to me", etc. Please and thank you! @aralintheobsessive

the only way out by cafecliche (T, 12k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Post-Canon, this is one part character study, one part comedy of errors, and one part fix-it, WWX is a people pleaser in this essay I will, my event planning experience rearing its head again, Podfic Available)

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan’s late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ’s Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

🔒 Revenge is a Side Dish Best Served With Tea by merakily (G, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Protective LWJ, Petty LWJ, Fluff and Humor)

💖 Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, wangxian, protective LWJ, genius LWJ, post-canon, fluff & humor, getting together, chief cultivator LWJ)

🔒Here With Me by iamwish (T, 58k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, wwx turns this into a no war!au, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Bad Parent YZY, POV WWX, POV LWJ, POV JC, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Has PTSD, and also depression sometimes, Unreliable Narrator, (all of them)) It's a small part of the fic, but time traveller LWJ decides to befriend JC & JYL for the sake of his future husband & his thoughts on this are hilarious

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4. Hi I have an itmf request! Favorite fusion-style aus? For example wangxian fic in an AtLA setting, but more obscure crossovers are fine too

To Prepare for a Hidden Knife by liverbiver9 (T, 103k, WN/WWX/LWJ, Inspired by Mr. Queen (TV), Emperor WN, Empress WWX, Trans WWX, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Political Intrigue, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Isekai and Transmigration, Gender Identity, Slow Burn, chapter 11 rated E but entirely skippable!, Gender Exploration, Gender Changes, Female JGY, Female NHS, Scheming NHS, Scheming JGY, Trans Female JZX, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Polyamory, BAMF WN, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Romantic Comedy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Out of character WN, I mean I don’t think he’s ooc but he certainly doesn’t follow the fanon characterization)

🔒 Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, WangXian, Sky: Children of the Light Fusion, POV Multiple, Pre-Relationship, Reunions, POV LSZ, POV LWJ, POV WWX)

The Weight of the World by KouriArashi (T, 67k, WangXian, XiYao, XuanLi, Pacific Rim Fusion, Robots, Monsters, robots fighting monsters, Family, Romance, Developing Relationship, Angst, (but not about the romances), Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Happy Ending)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist, Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin by Mikkeneko (T, 83k, WangXian, Juuni Kokki | Twelve Kingdoms Fusion, mdm yu’s a+ parenting, Identity Issues, Cultivator Politics, Yin Iron Poisoning, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, WWX Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Temporary Character Death, Happy Ending, Pacifist WWX, MXTX Big Bang 2021)

our reflections as seen (when the water stills) by chatonnerie (E, 121k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Modern, Tokyo Ghoul Fusion, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, This is a ghoul au, but everyone is also in university, so dumb energy is peak, Gore, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Biting, both the goryand the horny, WWX's inability to Shut Up)

Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian)

🔒 some lovely, perilous thing by varnes (E, 24k, WangXian, Inception Fusion, Criminal Associates To Lovers, Heist, Case Fic)

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They’re Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex)

Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 41k, wangxian, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion, personified Chenqing, canon typical violence)

🔒 Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (YZY & JFM), Past Child Neglect)

🧡 The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, Modern AU, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Junior Quartet is the best Quartet, JYL is the best, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, The Old Guard AU, Temporary Character Death)

🔒 the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 15k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, But it will be ok, PTSD, Nightmares, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Mild Gore, Tarsus IV, mentions of medical procedures, attempting to accept the love you deserve, pangs!)

Beneath The Skin by daltoneering (E, 40k, WangXian, Fairytale Retelling, Canon Adjacent, Beauty and the Beast AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, farmer LWJ, he has a braid and the fact that everyone knows this is very important to me, Chronic Illness, (not any of the MCS), sad LWJ, LQR is in this purely as a plot device, vague background nielan, One-Sided XiYao, JGY is a real creep in this im sorry but someone had to be gaston, Dark WWX, WWX: master of crows agenda, self-worth issues like woah, Blood, Body Horror, Crows galore, this is incredibly gothic and melancholic don't @ me, Drugging, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Anal Sex, Some questionable worldbuilding, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, (or in wwx's case), (loved), LWJ POV, please read a/n for further warnings)

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 71k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Vulcan LWJ, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pon Farr, Mind Meld, Fuck Or Die, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort)

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5. hii this is for itmf!

I'm sure someone has already asked for this before 😅

fics which focus on, or significantly mention, lwj raising a-yuan after he gets whipped, like while being heavily injured (no wips if possible 😅)

ty! @bunnycoffeeumcat

🔒 the map of days by everythingispoetry (M, 20k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

Inquiry by incendir (G, 10k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian)

🔒 no new age Series by everythingispoetry (M/T, 145k, WangXian, XiYao, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Self-Discovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship)

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ) It's not a major part, but as soon as LWJ finds out WQ is trying to help piece together the fragments of WWX's soul, he insists on tagging along on the quest with LSZ, despite his injuries

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6. In the mood for: I wonder if there is some fic where Lan Zhan dies at that cliff battle instead of Wei Wuxian. Or maybe if they both die there together. And then someone would ressurect them both. That would be really interesting to read.

💖 Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending) LWJ accidentally kills WWX during the fight & they both find themselves back in time during CRSA

🔒 Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Role Reversal, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, SuicideI, mprisonment, Violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Pining, Identity Issues, Getting Together, Happy Ending) this is similar, LWJ isn't present for the First Siege of the Burial Mounds but due to a soulmate bond, he dies instead of WWX. 13 years later, he's resurrected. (It's a WIP and hasn't been updated since 2020, but well worth reading anyway IMO)

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7. Hi! Do you have wwx and nhs friendship in comp fic? If not, i think you could consider adding that to the upcoming comp fic list (We can add it but I'll also add it here in a Itmf for you ^^ - Mod C)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, NHS needs a new hobby, And apparently that’s spoiling his Wei-Xiong, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

while covered in mud by merthurlin (T, 12k, NHS & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & Wen remnants, mentioned wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, NHS goes farming and Hates It)

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

Gone Shopping by nirejseki (G, 2k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, Crack, Post-Canon, Mad Scientist WWX, Too Clever For His Own Good NHS, WWX is High INT Low Attention Span, WWX Joins the Nie Sect, Sort Of)

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence) WWX reaches out to NHS while living in the Burial Mounds

IF by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 94k, WangXian, QingJue, Aftermath of Violence, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Fix-It of Sorts, BAMF LWJ, Golden Core Reveal) NMJ decides to give sanctuary to the Wen Remnants, so WWX & LWJ stay in the Unclean Realm & spend a lot of time with NHS

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8. Hi! This is for ITMF

A) Age reversal. Like nhs is the older sibling or jyl is the youngest, etc

B) Role reversal. Like sect leader jyl, wwx is a weak cultivator, instead of jyl and jzx it was wwx and lwj who are in arrange marriage, etc

C) Personality swap. Like between yunmeng trio, etc

Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

8A)

Role Reversal series by Cosmic_Biscuit (T, 13k, NHS & NMJ, JGY/NHS, JGY & XY, NHS/WRH, Major Character Death, Age Swap, Dysfunctional Family, Murder, Necromancy, Guilt, Heavy Angst, Nightmares, Mixed Adaptation, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, One-Sided Attraction, NMJ Is This Close To Committing Murder, Assassination Plot(s), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Gallows Humor, Character Undeath, First Meetings, Fluff and Humor, Family Dynamics, NHS Stress Cooks, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship Protective Siblings Terminal Illnesses Implied/Referenced, Euthenasia, Angst and Feels, Murder Implications, Canonical Character Death, Politics, In Which Everything Goes To Hell, Verbal Abuse, Reunions, Assassination, Wakes & Funerals, Intrigue, Undead, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Issues, Sibling Rivalry, Of The One-Sided Sort, Period Typical Attitudes, Implied Favoritism, Family Drama, Baby Steps To Reconciliation, Sibling Bonding, Fluff and Angst, Sick Character)

🔒 Wooden Sabers and Paintbrushes series by East_Of_Akkala (T, 11k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & LXC, NHS & Sect Leaser Nie, Age Changes, Age Swap, Sect Leader NHS, NHS is da-ge, Onesided XiSang, Fluff, Light Angst, Brotherly Love, POV LXC, NMJ gets a birth name as a treat, Humor, Canon Divergence, Light XiSang, Light NieYao, POV NMJ, NHS gets a birth name as a treat, Nie Siblings Feels, Nie Siblings Dynamics, Scheming NHS, POV NHS, NHS-centric, Violence, Qi-Deviations, Mental Instability, Character Death)

Three Figures on Your Heart (all of them will be me) by MarsDiogenes (M, 6k, LXC/NHS, slight LWJ/NHS, WangXian, WIP, Age Swap, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

🔒 Nie Huaisang's Guide to Political Nonsense by Tavina (M, 58k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WX, NHS & JGY, NHS & WQ, NHS & WRH, NHS/WX/OFC, Sect Leader Nie & NHS, NHS & LQR, Canon Divergence, NHS-centric, BAMF NHS, Scheming NHS, Nie Brothers Age Swap AU, NHS Needs a Hug, NMJ Needs a Hug, Intergenerational Trauma, Politics, Poison, Medical Conditions, Hiding Medical Issues, Chronic Pain, The Da-ge!NHS Agenda, there’s a Nie-zongzhu loose in the jianghu, NMJ & JZX Friendship Agenda, Wildly Inaccurate Qi Deviation Lore, Unconventional Relationship, Polyamory Negotiations, Age Swap, Mental Health Issues, Entire Nie Sect Needs a Hug, LQR Needs a Pay Raise and a Spa Day, JGY is a Mess, JGY is deeply long suffering, Pray for WX, WRH is his own warning tbh, Everyone's Obsessive Sibling Feelings, NHS Jianghu Goose Agenda, POV Outsider)

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9. Can I submit an I'm in the mood for? Fem Wei Wuxian and fem Lan Wangji? @starrie-amethyst

A Touch To Calm This Aching Heart by Multifacetedinterests (E, 12k, wangxian, F/F, fox WWX, dragon LWJ, fem!wangxian, not YZY friendly, face slapping, touchstarved, emotional manipulation, enemies to lovers, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, non-con collar usage, smut)

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10. Hii, this is an ITMF req/question:

Do you know any fics that address wangji’s punishment after wuxian has been cleared of crimes and/or the elders realizing they were wrong all those years ago

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11. Heloooooo can you please give me badass mafia fics where everyone EVERYONE except Wei Ying is mafia/ gangster/ underworld person. I don't mind Jiang bashing, but I'd like reading good Jiang fics too ✨✨ @constellationdks

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12. Hi! This is for ITMF. An aftermath of sunshot campign where wwx is not in sunshot side. Like he is a hostage/a wen weapon/a wen soldier. Something like Make Me Your Villain by YilingSani or At the end of the winter, I met you who became the spring by abCEE

Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

burning camellias by AvoOwO (M, 284k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Prisoner of War, Genius WWX, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, BAMF WQ, BAMF WWX, BAMF WN, POV WWX, Hurt WWX, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Sentient Burial Mounds, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Has No Golden Core, Golden Core Destruction | Golden Core Melting, Poisoning, Protective WQ, Medical Torture, Cannibalism, PTSD, Dubious Consent Consent Issues, Heavy Angst, MIND THE TAGS) please mind the tags

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13. Hello! I have a request for the next itmf.

I'm in the mood for

A) longer omegaverse wangxian that explores politics of the cultivation world

B) preferably longer (20k and above) post-Sunshot Campaign fic that focuses on Wei Wuxian and his mental health, his relationships with other people (can be the Jiangs, Nie Huaisang, Wen sibling or others) and Lan Wangji. It would be awesome if the Lans or the Nies found out about his golden core.

Thank you so much for all your hard work! @broodyelii

13A)

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow by izanyas (E, 321k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Rape Recovery, Unplanned Pregnancy, Discrimination, Slow Burn, the slowest burn imaginable, Violence/Gore, Child Abuse, Suicide, post-partum depression, a painful but gentle journey into the intricacies of bodily autonomy) mind the tags

13B)

Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 42k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, NMJ & WWX, JZX & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, protective Jiang siblings, Unreliable Narrator, due to WWX assuming ppl hate him, JYL is gonna dropkick her baby bro into having friends)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it's open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ’s emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole)

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, WangXian, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, fix-it of sorts)

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek, the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), The Core Issue, & IF that I've linked above for other requests probably also work for this request (links in 1G & 7)

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14. I'm looking for fanfics where Wei Ying dies in Guanyin Temple

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15. Hiiii, how are y’all doing? Today itmf three things, hopefully at least one already exists:

A) jfm makes wwx sect heir right before indoctrination so he has to go and jc can stay behind

B) jyl confronts her brother for the position of sect leader with the support of the sect

C) jc is the one who pushes wwx away from danger in nightless city

I hope your day/night is going great. Tyvm!

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16. Hello, Itmf works, where Wei Ying is living in extreme poverty in his adulthood and his brilliant mind can't provide him with means, because government is blocking all the ways for his case or he is an invalid ( permanent injury or severe chronic illness). Second option in modern settings is preferable.

I've already read the one where he stock counts the warehouse with lan zhan and the one where he lives in school and lqr finds him and the one where he is living in the veteran house.

Any other suggestions are welcome 🤗 Thank you!

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17. I’m itmf something where wwx or lwj can read the others mind in some way- either thru like a cherry magic au or a curse or anything, just something where one or both is aware of the others thoughts and they work thru their communication issues lmao

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Confessions, Curses, Embarrassment, Vulnerability, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Honesty, Communication, beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

🔒 the language of flowers and silent things series by Reverie (cl410) (M, 107k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & Madam Lan, NHS & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & NMJ, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the YZY warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX)

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by thunderwear (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Truth Spells, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Post CQL, Getting Together)

So Why Not Crack Your Skull When the Mind Swells by greenteafiend (E, 13k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Confessions, Drunkenness)

Too Beautiful For Words, Will My Thoughts Suffice? by Watermelonsmellinfellon (T, 8k, wangxian, fluff, crushes, flirting, telepathy, falling in love, LWJ pov, drama, golden core reveal)

My Heart is Yours to Fill or Burst by anancites (E, 67k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Inspired By Cherry Magic, Telepathy, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Major Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Cherry Magic AU)

💖 Blossom by triedunture (E, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Curses, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, virgin LWJ, Touch-Starved, Telepathy, Cherry Magic AU, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, sad masturbation, First Time, canon typical self harm, Bisexual Disaster WWX)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers, it's only enemies to lovers in WWX's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU, Getting Together, Podfic Available)

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[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (Epilogue)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: description of hard childbirth, fluffy sex, hate sex, smut, angst, kid catching his parents having sex, anxiety, depression, childhood feeling of rejection ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

We have reached the end of this journey: I hope this epilogue gives you a taste of what their family life was like. I had a lot of fun writing this from three perspectives and I think it's a great ending to this series. Thank you to everyone who was with me and supported me. You may cry that the main series is over, but there are still two modern AUs in which we will see Aemond and Rhaenys again!

Aemond & Rhaenys's Children Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond

It turned out that there was a role that terrified him more than being a ruler-regent alongside his wife and it was fatherhood. He was ashamed to admit it, but it was easier for him to understand the needs of the kingdom than his own son.

He was dominated above all by a sense of terror which made him freeze all over, not knowing what to do or how to behave. He first felt it when his niece suggested that he should take their newborn child into his arms.

"I don't know. You better hold him." He muttered, seeing in his mind all the possibilities of what he could do wrong and inadvertently hurt their son. His wife looked at him indulgently.

"Come here. Sit next to me." She said, encouraging him with a nod. He pressed his lips together, tense, and approached her slowly, sitting down beside her on the soft bedding. Viserys yawned loudly, twisting in his mother's arms, calm and content, his belly full of her milk.

He swallowed hard, horrified when she shifted towards him, wanting to hand him the infant in his hands. He immediately put his arms under him, afraid to drop him.

"Put his head here, on the bend of your arm. Just like that, support him with your hand on the other side. There you go." She said warmly, pleased at this sight. His heart stopped in his throat as her hands let go of his small body and his son remained in his embrace.

He was afraid that without his mother's familiar presence his son would begin to cry and become anxious, but he slept peacefully, snuggling into his leather tunic.

He was ashamed to feel the emotion and the burning tears under his eyelids looking at his small face, his tiny hands clenched into fists, thinking how great a burden was on him, though he did not yet know it.

On his son.

He swallowed hard when he felt his wife's hand on his back, her temple pressed against his cheek, looking at the scene.

"Isn't he beautiful?" She asked softly, and he was silent for a moment, feeling that he was struggling to find the right words to answer her.

"It's the most beautiful, innocent being I've ever seen in my life." He muttered and closed his eye in surrender, feeling a hot tear run down his cheek. She heard his heavy, uneven breath and leaned in, wanting to see his face.

"– oh, my love – my sweet, sweet husband –" She whispered tenderly, placing warm, wet, lingering kisses on his cheek. He snuggled his face into her neck, wanting as always to hide from his fear, insecurity and pain in her familiar vanilla-scented flesh.

From that moment on, holding Viserys no longer frightened him so much – what's more, he felt a sense of satisfaction when his son squirmed and squealed at the sight of him, happy, reaching out his small, chubby little hands to him, longing to be in his arms.

His father had never done that, but he had no intention of making his mistakes.

For this reason he took turns reading to him at bedtime with his wife. Sitting on his lap, Viserys gazed with big eyes at the richly illustrated legends of their ancestors, his little legs willowing in excitement every time dragons appeared on the pages of the book.

"Soon your dragon will hatch." He whispered in his ear, pointing his finger at a large vessel hanging over the hearth with a dragon egg inside, Daemon's gift to his grandson.

"You will fly in the skies. You will be king of the Seven Kingdoms. You will be fearless, fair, loved. I will be by your side." He hummed and kissed his plump, pink cheek.

His wife watched them with a smile, relaxing in a warm bath after a long, tiring day full of their duties.

The evenings, nights and mornings were just for them.

For their family.

She finally stood up from the water, throwing only a soft, cream-coloured robe over her body, tying it around her waist, reaching out her hands for their son, who had just fallen asleep in his arms.

"Don't wake him." He mumbled out in pain, purposely not moving from his seat unwilling to interrupt his slumber, handing Viserys to her. She laughed quietly under her breath, walking with their child towards the bed, sitting down on the sheets.

"I won't. Our little boy will eat his meal in his sleep." She hummed, slipping the sleeve of her robe off her shoulder, revealing her sweet, plump breast, all swollen with milk.

He swallowed hard, watching enthralled as his son, still asleep, in a natural reflex clamped his lips around her nipple and began to suckle with a purr of satisfaction.

He was ashamed of how he himself loved tasting her now, how warm and sweet her milk was melting on his tongue, how hard he was getting at the very thought that as soon as she laid their son down in the cradle, he would sink deep between her thighs as he did every night, cuddled into her fragrant body, listening to her sweet moans, only to fill her again with his seed.

The news that his wife was expecting his child again filled them with joy, and the birth of their third son reassured the entire kingdom – Viserys, Aegon and Daeron had secured the line of succession.

However, this time his niece endured the hardships of childbirth worse than before.

"Aemond!" He heard her desperate cry from behind the door of her chamber and, despite his brother's attempts to stop him, he walked inside.

He was horrified to see her blood all around her, her face at once pale and red from tears of exertion, her swollen lips parted in loud, pitiful moans.

"– uncle – the baby won't come out – oh gods, oh gods, oh gods –" She muttered, tilting her head back in a sudden panic attack, her mother began to comfort her quickly, squeezing her hand in her own.

Not knowing what to do with himself, he walked over to her, sitting down next to her on the bed, grasping her hand in his.

"– I'm here – I'm so sorry, my sweetest – I'm so sorry –" He mumbled out in a trembling voice, cradling her in his arms, feeling her go breathless all over, a squeal escaping her lips and a quiver of discomfort as another contraction shook her body.

"– fuck – fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, gods, please! –" She sobbed, and all he could do was cuddle his face into her hair, his heart pouding like a mad in horror.

He wasn't sure he'd experienced anything more terrifying, more heartbreaking in his entire life.

"– just a little more – I can see the head – there it is, push, Princess, push now –" She commanded, and by some effort incomprehensible to him, after several attempts, his niece forced his son out into the world, who wept loudly in Alys Rivers' arms.

"– he has your hair, Princess –" She whispered, and his wife breathed a sigh of relief, wailing loudly from the exhaustion, horror and pain her whole body went through.

Alicent and Rhaenyra promised to look after their children so that their mother would have a few days to recover – Viserys and Aegon were only allowed to see her for a moment, once the bedding had been changed and he had helped her dress in a clean, snow-white nightgown.

"– I envy him – your dark hair is more to my liking –" Aegon muttered, glancing over Alicent's shoulder at the infant she held in her arms.

"– enough – your mother needs to rest –" He said shakily, unable to pull himself together after what had happened, seeing with what difficulty his niece was smiling at their sons, trying to pretend that all was well.

He knew it wasn't.

She burst out crying in his arms as soon as they were alone, panting and whooping with her tears, his hands stroking her back and hair tenderly, trying to soothe her.

"– I'm so sorry – I know, my love – shhh – I'm here –" He whispered, kissing the top of her head again and again. His niece swallowed loudly, trying to catch her breath.

"– forgive me – forgive me for making you watch this –" She muttered helplessly, as if she was ashamed that she had forced him to look at something that was meant only for the eyes of women.

"– no – I would not forgive myself if you had to go through this alone – my sweet, brave wife – now just rest –" He whispered. She breathed a loud sigh of relief and snuggled into him, calming down slowly, exhausted after the hardships of childbirth and the emotions she had experienced.

He carried her in his arms because she couldn't get up or sit up, helped her bathe, change and eat, wanting her to know that her suffering and sacrifice for him and their family was not indifferent to him. Knowing that she needed rest, for days he would fall asleep by her side stroking her head, shoulders and back, letting her sink into the safe embrace of his arms.

However, he couldn't help what he felt as he looked at her, that he desired her and her body, that he wanted to touch her.

That he wanted to make love to her.

At some point, he realised that the desire she aroused in him was different than it had been at first: from a fiery, burning feeling of wanting to taste the forbidden fruit again and again, his needs had changed over the years and he knew that no other woman could satisfy them.

It was not because he did not find other women beautiful or worthy of desire, but because only her body brought him solace, only her hands touched him in a way that made him hot, only her scent sent shivers down his spine, only her bright eyes shone with a wonderful warmth at the sight of him.

Her insides were always ready to receive him, silky, moist and hot, giving him a sense of security, her naked body soft and inviting – his manhood, already without his mind's involvement, reacted with a joyful, excited pulsing and twitching in his breeches at the sight of her, equating her with the pleasure he experienced every time.

He concluded that, just as men became addicted to wine or cards, he became addicted to his wife's closeness.

Therefore, he couldn't explain to his painfully swollen erection why suddenly, despite his wife's constant presence next to him, he couldn't touch her and had to be patient: he craved her constantly and died lying next to her, unable to sleep from the tension.

One night his niece, feeling the way his swollen length was pushing, tucked into his breeches, against her stomach, took pity on him, gripping his fat, warm manhood in her hand. He moaned like a helpless little boy, rolling his hips to the rhythm of her strokes, her fingers giving him an encouraging, assured squeezes at the base making his heart begin to pound like mad.

"– please –" He muttered, his hand sinking into her smooth hair, his lips, puffy with desire, found hers in a hot, wet, sticky kiss full of their teeth and tongues.

His wife knew his manhood well – she teased the head of it, leaking with his desire, with her thumb, making it pulsate all over and tremble in her embrace, her tongue gently licking his, making him fall apart in front of her after a moment, desperate. He groaned with a loud sigh of pleasure, closing his eye in relief when he felt his hot seed spurt out onto her nightgown.

"– fuck –" He gasped, feeling a complete and wonderful emptiness in his head, her small body snuggled into his.

He heard her smile.

"Try to sleep now, husband."

That night, indeed, he slept a stony sleep like a small child.

Over the following months, they both slowly pushed the boundary: his niece again let his fingers sink tentatively into her fleshy, velvety folds, his fingers teased her nipples when, after his tender treatments, she finally reached fulfilment in his arms, moaning his name loudly.

"– put it inside me, uncle – please –" She mumbled helplessly one night, rocking her hips so that again and again her buttocks rubbed against his yearningly swollen manhood.

"– I can't, my sweetest – not yet –" He muttered – her small hand clenched on his arm which embraced her, her warm womanhood all pulsing, leaking with her sticky wetness under his fingers.

"– please – please, husband, I can't take it anymore –" She cried out in despair – he grasped her cheeks in his hand and twisted her face, only then seeing that tears were running from her eyes.

"– are you sure? –" He muttered in a trembling voice, feeling his whole manhood tremble and pulsate with desire, dreaming only of sinking into her warm walls again. His niece nodded her head quickly, making him grin involuntarily.

"– this little cunt misses me so much? –" He murmured affectionately and she nodded again, her pink, puffy lips parted in a sigh as the tips of his two fingers began to stretch her swollen, wet slit.

"– come here –" He murmured and she cried out loudly as he released his swollen erection from his breeches in a sure, aggressive motion, dreaming of feeling her this way again for weeks, immediately directing the head of his cock dripping from his moisture onto her tight, throbbing opening.

The feeling of being deep inside her again was an almost spiritual sensation – they both sighed and groaned as if relieved that they could be one body, one person again.

"– that's it – there you go –" He gasped, rolling his hips, sliding slowly deep into her only to slide out of her almost fully a moment later, again and again opening her swollen entrance on his thick, pulsing erection with the quiet clicks of her wetness.

"– good gods – I didn't fill you for so fucking long – my poor wife left without my seed –" He muttered with difficulty, his eyes closed while he longed to focus only on this, on her warm, soft, moist walls squeezing him greedily where it was so safe, so good, thrusting into her more and more confidently, feeling the familiar tightness in his stones proving that he was surprisingly close to reach his peak.

"– Aemond –" She mumbled, and nothing more than their sighs, moans and cries left their throats until they came together, panting heavily, all soaking wet and hot from the exertion.

His arms embraced her tightly, his lips placed quick, hot kisses on her shoulders as his chest clung to her back, their legs entwined together in disarray.

"– gods, I missed you –"

Viserys

Viserys knew no other married couple who behaved as his parents did in the solitude of their chambers. He had witnessed many times conversations between his mother and his father, the fearless, menacing One-Eyed Prince, rider of the mightiest dragon walking on the world.

He could hear the man he feared and admired at the same time listening silently to his wife's words, her comments on his decisions and their validity.

His mother had never challenged him in public during the meetings of the Small Council, but she did so often when they were already left alone, and his father, to his surprise, did not explode with anger, as was his custom, but listened to her with calmness and respect.

His father allowed himself to be touched only by his wife – only she could take his hand, stroke his cheek, sit on his lap when they thought no one could see.

He had witnessed them embrace, his father's lips pressed against her ear as he stood behind her back, his hands met with hers on her lower abdomen, stroking her skin hidden beneath her night robe, his words meant only for her.

Only once had he seen his father terrified: when his mother, standing by his side in the throne room as they listened to the lords' speeches, suddenly fainted, unaware that she was already carrying his sister in her womb at the time.

He remembered that the day had been exceptionally hot, and his mother had been feeling ill since the morning: in accordance with the agreement, neither she nor her husband could sit on the Iron Throne, so they stood before it during a gathering of the whole court.

His father, usually cool and composed in his actions, rushed towards her to catch her, and then began shouting at the guards to lead the lords out of the room and bring in the maester immediately.

Viserys sat by her bed with his younger brother, Aegon, holding her hand in his, listening in silence to the exchange between his father, the maester and his grandfather.

"The Queen Regent should not strain herself. She is expecting your child, Your Grace."

"So soon?" Mumbled his father, as if surprised – his youngest brother, Daeron, had been born only five months earlier.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Are you surprised? Don't you know how children are brought into this world?" Daemon hissed.

Viserys and Aegon pressed their lips together, looking in horror at their father, who was staring at their grandfather wide-eyed, breathing heavily, furious.

He had never heard anyone speak to him this way before.

His father looked away as if he felt ashamed, bitter apparently at having contributed to his wife's suffering.

His mother awoke after a few hours, but she was weak and the maester ordered that she should lie in bed for a few days and gain strength.

His father gave up his daily routine to simply sit by her side, sinking into reading great volumes about the history of Essos.

He wanted to make his mother smile and lift her spirits, however, he had no idea how he could do this and was afraid to ask his father.

He decided to seek a woman's advice.

"If your mother was tired and sad, what would you give her?" He asked Alyssa, sitting with her on the grass under one of the trees. His cousin pressed her lips together, swinging her legs, lying on her stomach.

"Field flowers. Or cakes. No, some beautiful letter. Or you could recite her a poem!" She began to quickly throw out ideas, excited, her blue eyes bright and beautiful, her long white eyelashes and hair pinned up in a braid glistening in the sun.

"I'd rather it be that one thing." He muttered, not wanting to make a jester of himself in front of his father.

"Field flowers." Alyssa decided.

"How will I know which ones are the right ones?" He asked reluctantly, as a man never delving into these, in his mind, girly, tendentious matters.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his cousin suggested they go to the gardens and pick them together.

Already standing outside the door of his parents' chamber, he began to feel doubts about whether what he wanted to do was a good idea.

What if his father will think that he is weak?

That he is behaving like a little girl?

If he looks at him with disapproval and embarrassment?

"My Prince?" He heard a voice behind him and saw a smiling woman, one of his mother's servants, who had apparently brought her warm soup.

He could no longer escape or retreat, so he went inside with her.

His father rose from his seat, his face expressing cold frustration.

"Why did it take so long?" He asked, the woman lowered her head.

"Forgive me, Your Grace."

"What is it?" He turned his words to him, looking at what he held in his hands. He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks turn red with shame.

"Flowers for my mother. I wanted to make her smile." He muttered. His father blinked, silent for a moment.

"Good. Go to her. But don't torment her for too long. She needs to rest." His father said, and he nodded quickly, feeling the hard pounding of his heart, all hot with terror.

His mother was delighted with his bouquet composed of carnations, daisies, poppies and dandelions, her warm smile and look full of tenderness made him immediately calm down.

"Thank you, sweet boy." She whispered, stroking his cheek with her soft, familiar hand. She wanted to embrace him, but he moved away involuntarily, because he didn't want her to do this in front of his father.

Nine months later, his first little sister, Visenya, was born.

He remembered only a few years of his life during which his mother had not been with child.

He did not understand why, when he already had four siblings – two brothers and two sisters – there was still a need for more to be born.

Aegon, his brother, once told him that it was because of what married couples did at night – the septon explained to him that offspring resulted from a marital, physical union.

When he was sure he was alone in the library, he read in shame a small volume devoted to the begetting of descendants. He felt disgust and discomfort when he read about a man inserting part of his body between the woman's thighs, filling her with his seed.

It sounded foreign and unpleasant, and he wondered more and more whether his mother was actually in pain and needed to experience a bit of rest.

He dared to raise the issue one day during their supper together, which was a great mistake on his part.

"Aren't you tired, Mother?" He asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She and his father looked at him puzzled, his father having just handed her a tray of goose pate.

"What do you mean, my love?" She asked softly, as always looking at him with a tenderness and attention that made him feel safe.

He swallowed hard, looking reproachfully at his father, who was just taking a deep sip of wine, watching him vigilantly, his healthy eye shining uneasily in the firelight.

His father was mysterious, distant, beyond comprehension.

Cold.

Frightening.

"I struggle to recall a time during which you did not carry a child inside you. After all, your inheritance is secured, shouldn't you be able to rest at last?" He asked, bewildering his mother. His father pressed his lips into a thin line, frustrated by his remark, setting his cup down on the table with a loud clink of steel.

"Don't ever address me or your mother this way again. Apologise to her immediately for your inappropriate words." His father said slowly and coolly in a manner from which an unpleasant shiver ran down his spine, his eye wide open.

"Aemond." His mother turned to him, stroking anxiously her slightly rounded abdomen.

His father looked at her and licked his lower lip, silent – he knew that they communicated now, as they were sometimes in the habit of doing, by sight alone, without using words.

"Perhaps it would be appropriate for you to explain to your first-born son why I carry your child inside me again?" She asked with emphasis, her husband's lips curved in displeasure.

His father looked at him with a gaze from which he lowered his head, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart – he heard him lift the cup to his lips and take a deep sip of wine from it.

"There is no need."

Although when he was a little infant he had been in his father's arms as often as he had been in his mother's, the more he matured the more distant his father's figure seemed to become, inaccessible as a stone fortress.

They spent time together during sparring in the courtyard, where he trained him in the wielding of the sword, and while studying the language of Old Valyria, bent over old tomes.

His father was a strict and demanding teacher – although he never humiliated him or mocked him, he could see when his father was frustrated and he suffered deeply because of it.

He knew that there was only a three years left until he would be crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms and felt that he did not deserve it. It seemed to him that his father, looking at him, thought the same thing.

Compared to him, he was weak.

How could he surpass the greatest warrior in the world, able to speak as much about war as history or philosophy, knowing the language of their ancestors, riding the mighty Vhagar?

"Father does not love me." He muttered once, when they were alone in his chamber and his mother was helping him dress before they all set off for the Great Sept. She shook her head, cupping his cheeks in her hands.

"Your father loves you, Viserys. He cares about everything about you, but he can't show it." She said, looking at him in pain.

"He can show it to you, Mother." He replied reproachfully, not understanding why he did not have as much understanding and patience for him as he did for her.

She was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the stone floor beneath his feet.

"I am his wife. We are connected by a different bond, the kind that a man and a woman share." She explained, and he pressed his lips together and shook his head.

"No. He just loves you more than any of us." He replied dryly, pulling himself out of her embrace and walked out of the chamber, fastening the buckles of his tunic himself.

He was now thirteen years old, he was already a man and his mother, no matter how much he loved her, no longer had to help him dress as if he were a small child.

One evening, as he was about to inform his parents of his decision as to the guest list for the celebration of his Name Day, he heard from behind the door of their quarters sounds that disturbed him.

It seemed to him that his mother was moaning in pain.

When he opened them quietly and peeked inside, he saw his father's body from the side, pressing his mother to the bed, his hips rocking inside her in quick, deep thrusts with loud clicks of something wet and sticky, his hand holding her cheeks between his fingers in an iron grip as he looked down at her.

Although he always wore it in their presence, now he didn't have his eye patch on his face.

"– do you like the way he looks at you? – hm? – do you think I don't see him following you with his gaze? – dreaming that it is his child that you are carrying inside you? –" He hissed maliciously, pounding into her aggressively, making his mother squirm beneath him, driving her short nails into his shoulders as if trying to defend herself.

"– n-no – no, uncle –" She mumbled, panting loudly, her breath heavy and ragged, droplets of sweat on her skin.

Why was he hurting her?

Should he scream, come inside, tell him to stop?

"– no? – maybe I should gouge his eyes out? – if he doesn't know he's a fool, that he has no fucking right to desire you –" He growled, pressing his forehead against hers, panting and moaning along with her as the bed began to creak loudly under them with each of his thrusts, his mother tilting her head back and closing her eyes, an expression on her face that he didn't understand.

"– Aemond – Aemond, Aemond, Aemond –" She cried out, pressing her husband's body against hers, crossing her legs over his bare back as if she didn't want to let him go, and after a moment they both made loud, almost animal-like sounds as if relieved, and his father's body fell on top of her without strength.

He swallowed hard, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart as he saw his father's hand brush his mother's cheek, his lips placing tender, lazy, loud kisses on her face as if she were a small child, whispering something to her.

His healthy eye opened suddenly, his pupil narrowed in shock when he saw him standing in the threshold of their chamber.

He ran away quickly, terrified, thinking his father would kill him with his own hands.

He trembled as he ran back into his chamber, sitting down on the bed, feeling that he was quivering with fear.

That his father would surely deprive him of his throne and banish him for what he had done, that he dared to look at their naked bodies like some disgusting sinner.

He shuddered and jumped up in his seat when, a moment later, the door opened and indeed his father stood in it, already wearing a shirt and breeches, his sapphire glowed in the warm firelight.

He curled into himself, prepared for his blow or scream, but his father just stood there looking at him, breathing heavily.

He sighed loudly and closed the door behind him, then walked slowly towards him, surprising him by sitting down next to him. For a moment he sat bent over, leaning on his elbows with his face hidden between his hands.

He finally looked at him and, to his surprise, he did not see rage in his gaze.

"Viserys. These are intimate moments meant only for my and your mother's eyes. What came to your mind to do this?" He said coolly but calmly.

He swallowed hard, red with shame, feeling that he was shaking, trying not to cry like a little girl out of fear.

"I thought… I thought you were hurting my mother. That's what it sounded like. Like she was in pain." He muttered.

His father pressed his lips together and licked his lower lip, then nodded.

"I see. It's good that you care about your mother's safety and want to protect her. However, know that I would never hurt her." He finally replied.

"Then why did she suffer?" He asked further trying to understand what he had actually seen.

His father sighed, picking at the cuticles around his fingernails as he always did when he felt discomfort.

"She didn't suffer. When we are very close, we experience pleasure so strong that it borders on pain."

"Is that why mother is expecting a baby again?" He asked quietly, and his father swallowed hard, tense.

"Yes."

"Is what you are doing... a sin?" He asked in a trembling voice, his father throwing him a quick, surprised look.

"No. Not when it takes place between husband and wife. It's… you cannot be closer to another human being than during this act. Me and your mother want to be as close as possible and we derive pleasure from it."

They both remained in an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

He felt that this was his chance, an opportunity to ask his father about all the things he had been unable to comprehend and had never had the courage to bring up in his presence.

"Why do you call my mother Rhaenys? After all, that is not her real name, is it?" He asked, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

His father swallowed hard, staring dully ahead, thoughtful.

"For me, it is."

"Don't you like her real name?" He continued, trying hard to get anything out of him.

"She always said she wanted to be like Rhaenys, the younger sister and also one of Aegon the Conqueror's two wives. She called herself that to frustrate me, because I always said I would rather one day have a woman like Visenya as my betrothed. She used to call herself that in the letters she sent to me."

"Letters? My mother sent you letters?" He asked, surprised, hearing about it for the first time.

His father fell silent for a long moment.

"Yes. More than fifty over eight years. I never wrote her back to any of them."

He blinked, looking at him in disbelief, feeling his heart pounding like mad in his chest.

"Why? Didn't you love her back then?"

There was a kind of sadness, weariness and regret on his father's face that he saw for the first time in his life.

"Quite the opposite."

"Then why? She must have been so sad."

"She was."

He lowered his gaze, thinking with despondency that his father's mind was indeed beyond comprehension.

"When she appeared after eight years in the Red Keep, I asked her if she still wanted to marry me. And she, despite everything, still wanted to. Your mother always showed me more understanding than I deserved." He stated finally.

He nodded at his words.

"How did you know for certain that she would become your wife?" He asked uncertainly, playing with his fingers in a reflex he inherited from him. His father lowered his head, thoughtful.

"Your grandfather the King betrothed us when we were still small children." He replied.

"When you betroth me, will I also be that close to my wife?" He continued, and his father nodded.

"Yes. You will beget your offspring together and prolong your lineage." His father said.

"Will I also feel pleasure from her closeness as you feel it with my mother?" He asked uncertainly. His father pressed his lips together and scratched his chin, tense.

"I don't know."

His answer sent a cold shiver down his spine.

"I want to have a wife like you, Father. I want to love her." He whispered, thinking about Alyssa, about what he felt when he heard her light laughter, when saw her smile full of warmth and sympathy.

She was full of understanding and joy, always eager to listen to him and his, in his mind very adult, problems and musings.

It seemed to him that his father's breath had become louder, but he didn't dare look at him.

"I can't promise you that."

He squeezed his eyes shut at his words, unable to stand it any longer, warm, burning tears running down his face. He felt like a little child, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he was suffering.

"How am I going to be a King without a Queen to worship and love? How will I make you proud if I feel lonely and weak next to her? I want to be able to love someone just like you. I don't want to be alone all my life like I am now."

"You are not alone."

"I am alone. For you, I am only the effect of your pleasure and the relief of the Kingdom. You love only my mother. You see only her. You trust only her. You look only at her."

"That is not true. I watch over you even though you don't realise it. I am trying to make you strong so that the crown, when it is finally placed on your head, will not crush you. You are my first-born son. We have awaited your birth like a miracle." His father said. He shuddered when he felt his hand on his head, and then his strong arm drew him close, letting him cry into his chest.

He stroked his hair and his back the way his mother always did, feeling him place his forehead on the top of his head.

"I love you, but I cannot be weak in front of the court. You will understand me when you become king and father yourself." He said, and he nodded, snuggling into him tighter, his strong arms giving him the feeling that he was safe, that nothing threatened him.

"– my son –" He said in a way from which he felt warmth in his heart, pride and acceptance, the closeness of a man who in his eyes was closer to gods than men.

"I will not fail you, Father."

Rhaenys 

Between looking after her first-born son and bearing her husband another child, she had to focus on helping him create the Small Council from scratch. According to her mother's will, they were both to be equal rulers as regents, and her uncle did not give the impression of being humiliated by this fact.

On the contrary, he relied on her advice and opinion more than she expected.

"Daemon cannot become the Hand of The King. He is too unpredictable. We need someone who is calm and composed. Putting your mother or my brother in that position could lead to further divisions, which we don't want. The person who takes over this role should be as neutral as possible." He said, pacing around the room, immersed in his thoughts. She sighed heavily, stroking her slightly rounded belly, inside of which her second son, Aegon, was growing slowly.

He knew he was made for long disputes about the role and amount of taxes, armies, harvests and all the needs of the kingdom, analysing it for hours on end, however diplomacy was not his domain and in this aspect he left a wide berth to her.

"The Queen Who Never Was. She will take neither side. Let her husband remain the Master of Ships. Let Daemon be, as he was in your father's reign, the Master of Laws – a sign of our respect for tradition, a tribute to King Viserys, who betrothed us. Let Borros Baratheon have his place according to your agreement so that he does not undermine our marriage. He is a stern and honourable man, so let him take charge of our treasury and become the Master of Coin. Let my mother and your brother be honorary members of the Small Council, without function, of equal position."

She said, spreading out comfortably in her chair. Her husband hummed under his breath and nodded, as if he recognised that, indeed, what she was saying was logical. He stopped in half a step, looking blankly at her abdomen.

"Pillows." He muttered more to himself than to her, as if he had realised something.

She raised herself up on her elbows and blinked as he took some from their bed and walked over to her, sliding them under her back for her comfort. She smiled involuntarily at his subconscious concern.

"I am grateful to you, husband."

"My mother insists that Criston Cole remain a member of the Kingsguard, but only as her sworn protector. I have decided that Ser Harrold Westerling should be reappointed Lord Commander in his place." He said, running his fingers over her lower abdomen, swollen from his legacy.

She nodded her head at his words.

"Yes. Ser Harrold is a man of honour."

They looked at each other for a moment, somehow surprised at the ease with which they had come to discuss this.

The prospect of building the Kingdom anew and the perspective of argument and tension frightened them, they were, however, closer to each other than ever.

With the birth of her third son, Daeron, the entire Red Keep breathed a sigh of relief, resolving the last remaining tensions between the Black and Green factions.

Her son refused to leave her womb for a long time, tormenting her for hours, but finally, with the help of Alys, who had come from Dragonstone especially to accompany her through this ordeal, her dark-haired son, came into the world.

The entire court rejoiced in the thought that their three sons secured the line of succession.

It seemed to her that the Red Keep was now divided into three parts: in one, the most representative, intended for the King and Queen, she resided with her husband and their three sons; in the second lived Daemon, her mother, their sons and Joffrey; in the third resided Alicent, Aegon, Helaena and their children.

The first meeting between Alicent and Rhaenyra after the pact was established in the Great Sept was full of tears. They locked themselves alone in one of the chambers to speak to each other about everything that had happened over the years.

The fact that Aegon had condemned his grandfather to death meant that both Daemon and Rhaenyra endured the presence of his family with understanding, however they each ate their suppers separately.

They, as part of the conflict to bring peace, also ate alone, accompanied by their little sons.

Viserys was a sweet and curious child – as soon as he began to speak, he immediately began to demand that his favourite books with large, colourful illustrations depicting great dragons and kings be constantly read to him.

Aegon, however, was a stubborn and expressive: he voiced his opinions and displeasure loudly, knowing, however, where the limit of her and his father's patience lay.

Daeron, on the other hand, was a smiling and joyful infant, laughing loudly whenever he saw the faces of his brothers above the cradle tickling his belly with their fingers.

"He makes such funny sounds out of himself. Like a little puppy." Aegon said.

Their life was happy and peaceful, and she felt that she could finally breathe and have a little rest from the hardships of carrying a child.

And then, a few months after that very difficult delivery, she fainted in the throne room, losing control of her body, falling numbly to the ground.

When she awoke, she immediately smelled his familiar scent, his broad hand stroking her head.

She lifted her eyelids and saw that he lay beside her without his eye patch, his hair loose, only his shirt and breeches on his body. He was lying next to her on his side, his other hand holding a book lying on the bed between them, absorbed in his reading.

He shuddered and looked up at her as she touched his chest.

"– Rhaenys –" He whispered, closing the book, placing a warm, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"– how are you feeling? – you fainted –"

"I know. I think it's the weather. It's been so hot today, my head has been spinning since this morning." She whispered, smiling warmly at him, wanting to comfort him with the thought that it was nothing too severe.

The look on his face and the way he swallowed loudly made her feel uneasy.

"That's not what made you feel this way, my love. It's…" He began, but fell silent, pressing his lips together. She realised after a moment what he meant, a shiver of fear and discomfort ran along her spine.

"So soon?" She mumbled, her eyebrows arching in disbelief. Her husband lowered his gaze, heartbroken.

"Yes. Forgive me." He muttered. She clamped her lips together as he covered his face with his hand and drew in air loudly, as if trying not to cry. "I knew you endured it badly this time. I knew it, but I didn't think it would happen so soon."

"I know. I know." She said, pulling his head towards her, allowing him, as he always did when he was scared and tired, to snuggle his face between her breasts and take solace in the embrace of her arms.

She could hear his loud, broken breath, could hear him sniff with his nose, his broad hands clenched on the material of her nightgown at her back, seeking comfort.

"– Rhaenys –"

Although by the next day her sadness and fear had vanished, replaced by joyful anticipation of what their next child would be like, her husband still remained withdrawn and thoughtful, clearly feeling remorseful towards himself.

His openness in her presence resulting from their bond and understanding remained only in the sphere of their marriage: in her husband's eyes, she was a person whose behaviour and needs he understood perfectly, with whom he knew how to speak, around whom putting his thoughts into words came easily.

Having witnessed daily his directness and lightness in conversation at her side, the change that occurred in him was all the more striking when anyone else joined their company: his mother, his brother, some lord or even their own son.

Her uncle was deeply affected by what a heavy burden and responsibility Viserys had to carry on his shoulders. He saw himself in him: quiet and withdrawn, filled, however, with her empathy and sensibility, making him more thoughtful and sensitive to someone else's hurt.

Her husband feared that the crown and what it carried with it would crush him: he did not know how to strengthen him, make him a man without breaking his spirit.

He feared nothing more than that he would become like his father: insensitive, blind to his real needs, to his cries for help that his son could not articulate.

How similar they were didn't help them communicate: her uncle cut his discomfort with harsh, short sentences, while Viserys shut himself away, terrified of his coldness.

"He is afraid of me. I can see it in his eyes." He told her one day, undoing the buckles of his tunic, wanting to lie beside her in their bed. She looked at him with worry, stroking her rounded abdomen and swallowed quietly, lowering her gaze.

Father does not love me.

"I fear that he sees himself in your eyes as a disappointment. He cannot understand the source of your harshness and distance, which I know is due to nothing other than your fatherly concern. Nevertheless, he needs to hear a few warm words from you for once in his life." She said pleadingly, looking at him as he lay down beside her, sighing heavily. He shrugged his shoulders, pulling the eye patch off his head, throwing it carelessly somewhere on the floor, frustrated.

"What should I tell him? That I'm proud of him? That he will always be my son? He shouldn't be king if he's such a fool as not to understand that without my affectionate words." He said dryly, a clear discomfort and pain in his words, his jaw clenched in a rage whose reason she did not understand.

She stared at him dully for a moment, stunned.

"Can you hear yourself, uncle?" She asked at last, and he looked at her with a sharp, warning look that told her to be careful of her next words.

"He craves your appreciation like a thirsty person craves water. But not only that. You are his father, and he does not know you, does not comprehend your person, your behaviour."

"Good. Does he need to understand everything? It's for his own sake."

"In your mind it's easy because you know what drives you. From his perspective, you are a cold, raw stone. He told me today that you don't love him. That you don't love any of your children. That you love only me. You don't even know how much those words hurt me and I know they hurt you too, but gods, he is your firstborn son. Have an honest conversation with him. Do you think he will ever come to you for advice or support when he feels weak? He will be ashamed, he will fear your wrath and he will drown in his own despair." She said in pain, feeling a squeeze in her throat.

Her husband looked at her with clenched lips and she noticed in disbelief that his gaze was exactly the same as hers.

He wanted to cry because of what he had heard.

She pressed her forehead to his cheek, placing her hand on the place beneath where his heart was beating, and he stroked her arm with his fingers, swallowing hard.

"What he said tonight, during supper. When he suggested that you should rest. He hurt me with those words. I felt like my own son was rebuking me. As if I were a bad husband and father." He whispered in shame – she shook her head, placing a warm, moist kiss on his cheek.

She felt him twist his face, sinking his nose into her hair, his hand hugging her waist and drawing her closer to his body in a natural need for closeness.

"He doesn't understand it. He only sees my tiredness during the hot days, the pain in my back, hears my screams when I bring his siblings into the world. He doesn't know what happens when we're here, alone, or the reason for it. Just as we didn't know it when you told me you wished to have seven children, just as there are seven gods."

Her husband accepted her words in his heart, and she hoped that with this, he and their son would finally speak honestly with each other.

Apart from that, there was one more thing that was occupying her mind – his Name Day.

Her husband did not like to celebrate this day because of unpleasant memories from the past and she wanted to change that at last. She knew that he despised pompous, grand feasts and dances, so she had no intention of giving him a surprise that would make him unhappy.

She did, however, want to give him something completely different.

A written and lavishly illustrated book on the history of Aegon the Conqueror and his two wives in one gigantic volume, bound in red dyed leather decorated with gold, made especially at her request.

She wanted to give him something that would delight and move him at the same time, ordering the scribe to put a quote on the first page from the philosopher and poet, Areon, whose book she had borrowed from him that day when she kissed him for the first time.

Turn behind me, companion

see if I am at your side

The darkness frightens me

but you are like a torch

with your light I will not die

In order for the surprise to remain a surprise, the request could not pass directly through her hands, hence she asked one of the guards for help, which, however, proved to be a big mistake on her part.

She thought at first that the man's open and eager approach was due to his friendly, warm nature. He agreed to help her and reported to her what stage the work was at, assuring her that the book would be done on time.

The first worrying signs began to reach her consciousness when she noticed that Ser Brandon was looking at her while he was guarding the chamber during the Small Council meetings in a way that made her uncomfortable.

She feared that he had perceived her proposal in an ambiguous manner thinking that it was merely an excuse to get close to him.

To her horror, his surreptitious, shameless glances were noticed by her husband.

"– are you fucking him? –" Her uncle asked as soon as they crossed the threshold of their chamber, grasping her cheeks in his fingers warningly, his eye wide in rage, making cold sweat run down her spine.

"– n-no – never – I –" She mumbled, feeling that her heart was pounding like mad – she moaned, surprised, as his swollen, wet lips pressed against hers in a hot, aggressive kiss.

"– I'll kill you if you lie –" Her growled into her mouth, his slick, moist tongue forcing its way again and again down her throat with quick, impatient, furious clicks as he made her retreat towards their bed with every step.

"– I swear, husband –" She exhaled wearily and squealed as he pushed her onto the bed, making her fall onto her back. He stared at her as if completely mad, breathing heavily, undoing the buckles of his tunic with aggressive swipes of his hand.

"– undress –" He hissed furiously, throwing the material of his garment to the floor, pulling his shirt off his chest, ripping his eye patch from his face a moment later. She nodded her head quickly, feeling her heart in her throat as he climbed onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of her body.

Whenever he was terrified he spoke in this dramatic way, as if he wanted to show her that her betrayal would be the end of his and her life.

She couldn't help how much it aroused her, his desperation and how much he needed her, his feigned aggression only for her to soothe him, for her body to reassure him that he was wrong.

She tried to untie the bonds of her gown as quickly as she could, however, it was not easy – her husband paid no attention to the delicate knots at her sleeves and literally ripped the fabric off her in a gesture that was more animal than human.

"– uncle –" She whimpered pleadingly as his hot, swollen lips pressed into hers again with his loud groan of pleasure and rage, her hand sliding lower to the material of his breeches, finding his hard, throbbing erection beneath them at last.

"– fuck – spread your thighs wide – that's it –" He breathed out, and she obeyed his command without a word, watching with excitement as the black leather material slid down his legs, leaving him wonderfully naked, just like her.

She cried out loudly, clasping her hands over his bare buttocks and back as he immediately stretched her swollen opening on the fat head of his erection, a low, helpless sigh escaping from their throats.

"– A-Aemond – mghmm –" She cried out, trying hard to fit in what he was forcing her to take, his manhood pulsing all over deep inside her, betraying how close he was to fulfilment, how aroused he was by what had just happened between them.

She, at his mercy.

She began to moan when he immediately imposed a fast, sharp, aggressive pace on her, his hips rolling to the rhythm of her body, thrusting again and again deep between her warm, leaking folds, despite the initial difficulty welcoming him with ease.

They both lost their temper, falling into a complete frenzy, their naked, sticky bodies slamming against each other with loud splats of their shared moisture.

"– do you like the way he looks at you? – hm? – do you think I don't see him following you with his gaze? – dreaming that it is his child that you are carrying inside you? –" He hissed through clenched teeth, gripping her cheeks again with his fingers, the thrusts of his hips teasing again and again the little bud inside her made it difficult for her to gather her thoughts: she was only able to look at his face, his lips parted in lust, his gaze filled with rage and love at the same time.

"– n-no – no, uncle –" She mumbled out with difficulty, her breath heavy as her fingers tightened on his naked, sweaty shoulders, her puffy nipples rubbing against the skin of his chest with his every thrust making the tension in her lower abdomen slowly reach its peak.

"– no? – maybe I should gouge his eyes out? – if he doesn't know he's a fool, that he has no fucking right to desire you –" He growled, pressing his forehead against hers, panting into her mouth, their hips coming up to meet each other in a desperate attempt to achieve fulfilment, her hands clamped down on his buttocks, again and again guiding his soaked, fat erection deep inside her.

"– Aemond – Aemond, Aemond, Aemond –" She cried out, tilting her head back, feeling a sudden wave of hot, tickling pleasure and relief surge through her nipples, through her lips, the tips of her fingers and her little cunt, which began to squeeze him greedily, her legs crossed over his back, refusing to let him pull away.

Her husband let out a low, helpless, almost animalistic groan and reached his peak inside her, filling her silky insides, clenching around his twitching manhood, with his seed. He fell on top of her after a moment without strength, his hand stroking her cheek hot with emotion.

"– it's not your fault – he's been watching you for weeks –" He whispered, placing tender, gentle, moist kisses on her face.

"– I swear to you that he is already… –" He sighed and froze suddenly, his body tensed in her embrace.

"– hm? –" She asked sleepily, struggling to open her eyes, trying to calm herself down after what she had just experienced.

"– fuck – Viserys –" He muttered horrified, pulling out of her quickly and grabbing his breeches, putting them on his legs.

"– what? –" She asked, rising up on her elbows, not understanding what had frightened him so suddenly, only noticing after a moment that the door to their chamber was slightly ajar.

"– has he seen us? Aemond, don't do anything foolish, don't shout at him! –" She called after him in despair as he put on his shirt in a careless, quick motion and left their chamber, closing the door behind him. She pulled her nightgown over herself, stroking her swollen abdomen with her hand, thinking about what to do.

After many minutes that felt like an eternity she became impatient, scared and tired, wondering why it had taken so long, whether she should go there and react.

She jumped up in her seat, feeling her heart in her throat when finally her uncle returned to their chamber, pale, his eye wide open. He cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed.

"We were just having a conversation. Like father and son." He assured her, seeing the look on her face as he headed towards their bed, laying down powerlessly on the sheets.

She immediately moved towards him, laying down beside him, pressing her forehead against his exactly as she had when they were children.

Her husband rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

"You were right. It helped. He opened up to me and I opened up to him. I feel lighter." He whispered quietly, as if he was telling her his embarrassing little secret.

She smiled involuntarily at his words, placing her hand on his back.

"I'm so happy."

Her uncle hummed at her words, a gleam in his eye that she knew all too well.

"I also paid a short visit to the guard who finds it so pleasant to look at my wife. We discussed this… matter properly." He murmured, tucking an unruly strand of her hair behind her ear, causing a cold, wonderful shiver to pass through her.

"It turns out he's very attached to his two eyes."

[meiieiri]

water’s edge | concept dump

₊˚.༄ pairing: crown prince!gojo satoru x f!reader | setting: modern royal au

₊˚.༄ summary: in a world where titles define their fates, gojo satoru, the crown prince of japan, and his wife-to-be, face a tempestuous court of deception and schadenfreude. as they waltz on the edge of ruin, can their love endure the treacherous waters that threaten to pull them apart, or will the whims of the enigmatic chrysanthemum throne prove strong enough to drown them both?

₊˚.༄ warnings: mean!gojo (but that’s not even the worst of it oh my god what monstrosity have i created), arranged marriage, illness, allusions to criminal activity that may include reckless homicide, physical battery and attempted murder. mentions of depression, cheating, physical and emotional abuse, trauma, adultery. fictional depiction of the japanese imperial family, etc.

LINK TO FULL FIC MASTERLIST HERE!

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who is the only son of the emperor and empress of Japan, the beloved and long-awaited child of his parents. As a child, he had been showered with endless praise and veneration as the one, true, legitimate heir to the chrysanthemum throne. The entire imperial household had expected the prince to inherit an unwavering sense of duty to the crown and to his people much like his fore-bearers, only to be severely disappointed when the prince turns out to be a pathological card shark with ambiguous morals, and a serial womanizer who has slept with countless women from aristocratic backgrounds during the height of his bachelor years.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who finally incurs his father’s wrath after a nasty bar brawl that leads to him getting unceremoniously arrested and is stripped of his title and properties as crown prince, favoring his half-brother, Prince Suguru Geto, who had been born of the emperor’s affair with one of the empress’s ladies-in-waiting. This incident has prompted his mother, the empress, to help in ratifying his public image by arranging Satoru to marry a commoner with an impeccable standing in Japanese society in a bid to re-portray Satoru as a responsible, married man. The empress, in turn, offers to grant you, Satoru’s future wife-to-be, anything your heart could ever desire.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who engages in a pantomime act of being a loving husband to you during a state banquet by showering you with endless praise in his speech addressed to all the world leaders in the Akasaka Palace’s reception hall. When he was asked to introduce you, his new wife, the honeyed words came so easily to him. “You see, the princess (Y/N) is no ordinary woman,” he chuckles into the microphone causing the guests to giggle at the sight of what looks to be a bashful newlywed.

“Other than being the first breath of fresh air our family has ever had the pleasure of knowing in so long, and the most active member in our family when it comes to supporting the many royal charities and foundations, she is…” he trails off. You dared to follow the wandering gaze of your husband, who seems to be searching for another pair of eyes in the room. His eyes eventually stop their search, softening at the sight of the one he loved. For a second, you think he is looking at you, and your heart naively skips a beat in your chest as if all these months of inattention and animosity were finally coming to an end.

“…My better half, the keeper of my own heart.”

Many of the ambassador’s wives who sat beside you nudged you in congratulations for being so blessed with such a devoted husband. You crane your head back to smile warmly at them for the kind words only to have ice coat your veins instantly when you see his Chief-of-Staff, Himiko Zenin, sitting about two seats behind you, staring directly at your husband with a wistful look in her eyes, exchanging words of love in a silent oath — one that is far more certain than the rising and the setting of the sun as each day passes with your husband hating you a tad bit more than yesterday, and one that is far more truthful than the wedding vows you shared.

Of course, writing this godforsaken death march-like speech was easy for Satoru, simply because these words of devotion and love were never intended for you anyway; this poetic spiel was written with another woman ensnaring his mind.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who sneaks out of bed during your wedding night, sparing one last cold glance at your sleeping form before he saunters out the imperial villa to meet his girlfriend in a nearby mountain resort, about half a mile away from the villa. His personal chauffeur had been sworn to secrecy, else, he would incur the wrath of the crown prince.

“I thought you couldn’t get away,” Himiko moans wantonly into his mouth as he roughly takes her from behind, the lewd wet sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the room. He had taken the liberty of secretly bringing Himiko along to your honeymoon, by booking the most expensive suite in the resort for her under another name.

“The bitch is too fucked out to even notice I’m gone— mmph—“ he throws his head back, releasing a pleasured groan when Himiko meets his sharp thrusts, grinding teasingly on his cock as she does so. He grips her hips tightly, readjusting his hips to pound into her from another angle, the muscles on his abs tightening as he gets lost in the feeling of her tight, luscious walls. “Sh-shit, ‘m-m gonna cum—“

“—Ah! S-Satoru,” she was close too, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as the fat tip of his member roughly prods at her cervix.

He half-expected Himiko to be angry with him for engaging in intimate acts with you, but she simply acts like she didn’t hear him. And even if she was upset, why should he, of all people, apologize? She should have known that becoming his mistress entailed having to endure these kinds of things as these were simply Satoru’s marital duties, and by extension, his duty to the crown.

His high washes over him like a tidal wave crashing into the rock shore, grunting as he involuntarily thrusts as he releases inside her, Himiko collapsing onto the pillows as he does. “O-oh, haaa- agh,” his deep tenor moans into her long black hair as his seed paints her walls, holding her close to his form, their heartbeats racing a million miles an hour.

He pulls out his flaccid cock, plopping down next to her, pulling her small frame for her head to rest on his chest. “I just need to have father reinstate me as heir apparent and return all my estates, then,” he kisses her once, his lips moving in sync with her soft ones.

“…We’ll get rid of her.”

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who blatantly and publicly humiliates you by bringing along Himiko Zenin to a state visit to the imperial family’s counterpart in Monaco rather than you, his rightful wife. And when asked of your whereabouts, Satoru simply replies with a casual shrug, his hand squeezing Himiko’s smaller ones as she usurps the banquet thrown in your honor by the Monacan royal family while you watch the horrific scene unfold on your television screen, your heart shattering into a million pieces as Himiko and Satoru uncaringly waltz with one another in front of the watchful eyes of the entire world throughout the evening.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who crucifies you for your acts of sincere charity, believing you to be actively humiliating Himiko despite having no intentions whatsoever resembling his baseless accusation. “Did you honestly think your little publicity antics would go unpunished? I bet you were just itching for the attention, weren’t you?” he snarls at you the second you come back from a visit to one of the hospitals you had commissioned for the treatment of children with rare diseases, a compassionate act which had been heavily televised by national broadcasting stations and even international news agencies. “If you wish to compete with Himiko, wife, then, by all means. But I swear to you, I will do everything — everything I can — to make the entire world know just how much of an opportunistic whore you are—”

You gaze up at your husband with fear in your eyes. “…I was not competing with Himiko, can I not care for our people — your people? I’m sure they need someone to promote their interests when their own prince couldn’t be bothered to do so!” you retaliate but are quickly shot down when he throws his scotch glass at the wall, causing you to flinch when it shatters on impact.

“I will make sure this humiliation you dealt to Himiko will return to you tenfold, (Y/N),” he dangerously seethes, coming to the aid of his mistress. “Celebrate your victory all you want, wife, but make no mistake, this is far from over.”

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who indifferently scoffs when you crumble into a sobbing mess after yet another argument with him. “W-what can I do to make you not hate me so much? P-please tell me, Satoru.” The only response you receive is your husband dangerously moving closer to you, his eyes, dark with pure loathing. Instinctively, you step backward, only to be met by the cold wall of your shared bedroom. “S-Satoru—“

“—Here’s what you can do: do exactly as I say, without question,” he traps you between his arms, his breath hot on your skin, his lips dangerously close to yours, his voice dripping with the venom that could turn every silver thread in your heart into a hue that resembled charcoal black. “If I tell you to kiss me, you kiss me. If I tell you to get out, you get out. If I tell you to shut up, you sew your mouth shut or rip your tongue out, I really don’t give a damn. If I tell you to die…”

…

…

“…You drop dead.”

a/n: meh, just wrote this at the top of my head to get rid of this stupid writer’s block since hehe i have like eighteen drafts of jjk smut and drabbles in my tumblr folder rn help :’)

might turn this into a multi-chapter fic depending on how it is received. so lemme know your thoughts by reblogging, liking or commenting on this post!

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Sorry its been a while, last month was crazy! Not too crazy for my emotional support fandom, though! You guys are giving me life. So please have another fic rec list. :)

We two boys together clinging by Aliquis

Charles and Edwin explore their romantic and sexual hangups and also help Crystal search for Niko. This fic has everything: excellent writing, developing relationship, rituals, first time, Beltane, a hot priest. This is already a fandom classic and now I've finally read it, I can confirm it's very good! Read the rest of the series too!

The stranger the better by ghostinthelibrary

Everyone's alive and basically the supernatural version of the Men in Black. I love the whole series, but this installment has the boys' first meeting, Edwin insisting he doesn't need a new partner, office gossip and an intriguing case. The prequel also has palasaki and background catwin! Anyway, I'm obsessed with this AU.

Partridge in a Pear Tree by Vamillepudding

Cinderella AU! Charles is basically a Disney Princess and Edwin is Secretly The Prince, it's wonderful. I also loved the worldbuilding and nods to old school Cinderella lore, like the gift-giving tree. So charming, highly recommended.

Wunderkammer by dear_monday, two_ravens

Edwin and Charles (and later Crystal) are functionally immortal and running a magical museum. This fic has a fantastic sense of place (the Athenaeum is a character in its own right) and an intriguingly gothic horror vibe with its sentient exhibits, doors into other planes and unnerving nonchalance about disappearing staff and guests. I would probably die, but I would absolutely go there.

pinch me (I don't want this to be a dream) by shadowquill17

The pince-nez fic! Charles finds a pair of glasses that show him a person's desires. Then he looks at Edwin. It goes about as well as you'd expect. It was inspired by this wonderful comic by technically-human so check that out too!

Let Me Follow by LikeMmmCookies

Time loop fic! The boys get trapped in Crystal's mind, replaying the day of Charles' death. Only Edwin is the New Boy in school and he's alive... Fantastic concept, so intriguing. Plus Crystal being a badass, The Sandman crossovers and Niko!

Oaths of the Forsworn by e_va

Vampire AU! The boys meet while Charles is dying so Vampire!Edwin agrees to turn him. The story is ongoing, but so far it's been focusing on Charles coping with being a fledgling vampire. Compelling.

lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate by KiaraSayre

Edwin is in Hell. Or is he? Fabulous writing, Hell worldbuilding and gut-wrenching detail. Cw for body horror and torture.

'Cause You Cut Through All the Noise by DontOffendTheBees

Edwin doms Charles in a therapeutic and non-sexual way. That's it and it's great. I loved this for its exploration of intimacy, trust and kink.

Instructions on Being by thewritingotter

Everyone is Alive Modern AU based on an AITA post featuring Charles convincing himself he's homophobic when he realizes he hates Edwin dating other men. It sounds like a funny premise, but really brings the angst and poignancy.

in an alternate timeline's light by plentyghost

Charles finds comics!Edwin hiding in the office. Sweet.

Become So Numb by snowkatze

AU where the Night Nurse doesn't help Charles and Edwin spends another 50 years in Hell. Loved Edwin's mechanism for escape, kind-of-dark Charles and the angsty reunion.

unidentified affectionate object by lyres

Edwin is struck by a curse that manifests his feelings as random objects. Good thing Charles isn't also effected... Very cute with mild angst and a happy ending.

between you and me, suddenly something is on my mind by lolotr

Beach episode! A proper one. Just fun, friendship and emotional support. Plus Edwin in an Edwardian swimming costume, complete with a handy visual aid.

Other Types of Intimacy by Asidian

After a tough case, Edwin takes care of Orb!Charles. (Chorb? Is this chorbwin?) I guess I have a thing for non-sexual intimacy. Seriously, though, what could be more beautiful than someone cuddling your soul?

(black is the colour) of my true love's hair by ObsessedWithFandom

Charles has long hair: the fic. Interesting ghost lore with Charles' hair kind of working like his mood-ring polo and growing when he's happy. And this is an established relationship payneland fic, so lately he's been very happy. 😜 Honestly, as a child of the 80s, Charles deserves to have long hair. I need more fanart!

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[targaryenluvs]

Hii! I saw that you like au's so i ask if you can make a time travel au?

Where the modern reader goes to their time and meets simon, he falls in love and asks her to marry him but she gets weirded out bcs she is still so young and doesnt plan on having children.

Dark-ish plsss? 🥺

Totaly get it if you dont want to write it, up to you 🌹

Thank you

(this was pretty short but here!)

warnings: darkish simon? young reader (16ish since she’s young but nothing happens!! pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader MADE UP ROYAL NAMES IDK HOW IT WORKS

notes: (my writing usually tends to lean towards an indian reader i’m sorry i don’t even realise when i do it 😭) i’m going to make a part two and post it tomorrow since i actual love this idea!!! you’ll meet simon!

Infatuation

summary: the one where you somehow travelled into your favourite tv show along with your family. and as you debut in society, you catch the eye of a certain duke.

part ii

shonda rimes was nothing short of a goddess in your eyes for her casting abilities.

you’d been obsessed with the books ever since they came out and the second you’d heard of it being picked up by netflix you screamed so loud your family thought you’d died.

it was the release day of the first season and you had to meditate before watching since your heart was absolutely running hundreds of miles inside.

you’d settled into bed, had your favourite snacks to your side and your emotional support water bottle clutched in your arms as you pressed play.

you’d overestimated the power of meditation to calm you down, and underestimated the power of warm cocoa.

you’d dosed off after the second episode, and you were aware of it as it happened. the sounds of your favourite show lulled you to sleep and you’d never felt happier.

but after a while, you’d realised the sounds never really faded away, they became, stronger?

the sounds of the bickering bridgertons echoed through your head, preventing further sleep.

what the fuck?

as you opened your eyes, you felt, energised.

and as you rolled over you couldn’t believe your eyes.

daphne bridgerton by your side?

“y/n, are you alright?” she questioned as she closed her book, giving her undivided attention towards you.

you reeled your shock back in as you cleared your throat, “uhm, yes, i’m alright. where are we?” daphne smiled at the question, “we’re at my home.”

you nodded as you took it in, you fell asleep last night in your own bed and woke up in your favourite book, great!

this was quite literally the epitome of all of your daydreams and you couldn’t believe it was happening. you took into account that if you were with daphne you were most likely good friends with the bridgertons, you looked down and saw your nightgown, definitely not the same pjs you wore to bed, your hair was in a braid, and-

“since you’re finally awake, let’s get ready. i’ll send the maids in! i’m so excited and nervous for today y/n/n. this is our day!” she gushed as she allowed the maids in.

our day? this most likely meant that this was starting of like the first episode. oh god, you were going to meet everyone. anthony, benedict, violet- oh god you loved violet.

the next hour was a blur, maids everywhere, millions of dresses, hair pieces, jewellery sets and so on. you’d settled on a (obviously) white dress, with a diamond like waist details, puffy sleeves, gold details/flecks around the sleeves, a tiara, bracelets and a sweet yet simple necklace. daphne had on a similar dress, but the details were different and she wore a feather in her hair.

gods, she looked amazing. the two of you stood in the middle of the mirror, clutching eachothers arms as maids touched up your hair. “you look phenomenal sister.” daphne spoke to you admirably. over the hour you realised many things, the two of you had been friends since kids despite your age gap, your mothers being the best of friends and the same for your fathers, and since hers passed the two of your families had only grown closer.

your own family were very well-known amongst the ton. your father, being marquess of anderton, lord y/f/n l/n and your mother, lady y/m/n l/n, and your brothers, eldest son, earl of anderton lord b/n, and lord b/n. then you, the youngest, lady y/n l/n.

your brothers were also best friends with the bridgerton brothers, your eldest and daphnes, your second with benedict and colin due to their shared/similar responsibilities as second/third sons. but they all got along, nothing happened in the bridgerton family without you knowing and nothing happened on yours vice versa.

you all usually visited eachother whenever, living not too far from eachother. your town home being larger than theirs, and anderton being an three hour ride from london, your country estate being much larger. you were wealthy as hell and you loved it. not that you weren’t back home, but obviously nothing like this.

you still couldn’t tell if this was a dream. usually in your dreams nothing seemed as realistic as this, and you had free reign of your body, you controlled your body, nothing odd had happened, no floating unicorns, no random nightmares, nothing. all realistic. and despite your age gap of of roughly four years, yourself and daphne got along well, she at first saw you as a younger sister and soon enough, her best friend.

even if it was a dream you’d take as long as you could here.

as the doors opened yourself and daphne stood proud and happy. the nerves dying down after you reassured one another.

your mother and lady bridgerton stood infront, teary eyed. “our girls! you look-” “breathtaking.” anthony cut his mother off as your families stood, shocked.

daphne squeezed your arm as you walked forwards, you were so relieved to see your family looking all the same, just a change in clothes, and it was odd. everyone looked so- regal! somehow your brothers had cleaned up.

“enough fussing! let’s get going now.” daphne spoke as you all made your way down. “are you going to marry a princes sisters?” hyacinth squealed as you and daphne laughed, “i wish! we do not know who we are marrying yet sweet hyacinth, that’s what the social season is for, to meet people, make friends and to meet the person you’ll marry. soon enough you’ll be in our position and you will have a line of suitors waiting for you.” you answered sweetly as she grinned from ear to ear before it was struck down by george.

“don’t lie to her! the men won’t be lining up to get to her they’ll be running to get away!” he joked as hyacinth gasped, “how dare you?!” she shouted as she chased him down the steps. for some reason this all felt, right. you felt like you belonged here. once you’d gotten past the initial shock everything just came to you so easily. the manner of speech, how to act, what to say etc.

maybe it was due to your constant daydreaming of being here but it was so easy.

“kids slow down please! you will hurt yourselves!” your mothers shouted at the same time. you were all one big family and you loved it. it was like double the love, and whilst the bridgertons may not have had their own father with them any longer, your father did his best. he spent time with the brothers and sisters, giving the support they needed, doing what he can for the children of his best friend, his family.

you had really underestimated the chaos of the bridgerton family.

you were surprised your own mother wasn’t greying in the hair at the constant bickering and fighting. but at the end of the day you knew everyone loved eachother. but right now you wanted to lunge across the carriage to strangle your eldest brother.

“it’s no big deal.”

“you’ll be fine stop fussing.”

“what’re you worrying for.”

as if this wasn’t one of the biggest days of your entire life. you had to make a good impression upon the queen, god knows the gossip in this town else wise would drive you into a hole.

“i am sorry sister, i should do well to remember the seriousness of today, i apologise.” he responded, reaching across to grab your glove-clad hand, squeezing in support.

“we should all remember the seriousness of today. but do not worry, our dear y/n will do well, i believe it wholeheartedly. you are sweet, confident, intelligent, understanding and so much more my daughter. you will find a good husband, someone whom you love preferably. but otherwise a good man, someone deserving of such an amazing woman as you and it doesn’t matter if you do not marry this season either. there is always the next. if you are not ready you should say so now.”

you’d never seen your father so absolutely understanding. you would’ve thought. especially in this day and age that he’d press you to marry but no.

“eloise has postponed her debut has she not? would it be alright for me to do the same? at ten and eight she will debut and so will i. i fear i am still to young, a lot of the others are older and know more than i.”

“no one knows more than you dear sister.” your other brother spoke up with a smile, “besides eloise of course.” he said as you all laughed, “very well then. we do not have to explain ourselves to anyone and i will send forth someone to relay the message to the queens servants and withdraw your announcement card. and i am not against the idea of keeping you caged up with us for another year. the dread!” your father joked as you all laughed.

the debut had gone better than you could’ve wished for. besides a fainting or two, and you having to endure prudences whining and complaining. the queen seemed to favour daphne and you could not have been more thrilled for her. the two of you chatted everyone’s ears of at dinner to the point where you were separated from sitting together, which did nothing as you both spoke from across the table!

at home you were restless.

your room was much larger than your own.

but you loved it nonetheless.

you couldn’t help but continue to think, you hadn’t woken up yet, you’d literally spent an entire day here, and you hadn’t awoken. you’d pinched and slapped yourself which earned you a few strange looks from the maid that you’d forgotten was in the room and nothing. you hadn’t woken up, annoyed at leaving the bridgerton world.

what you were most excited for was to meet more people if you woke up tomorrow. penelope slipped through your fingers due to lady featherington fussing over her, lady danbury hadn’t been seen, you hadn’t been able to visit madame delocroix nor anthony’s opera singer and perhaps the most disappointing of all,

simon.

you had the fattest crush on him, especially after seeing him in the show. if you woke up tomorrow, you were going to make sure to see everyone you’d missed.

and at the top of your list.

a certain duke.

and if you’d known what would happen once you met him you would’ve steered clear of him.

[hellfire--cult]

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: angst at the beginning, sexual tension, mutual pining, mentions of nausea but from nerves, hints of jealousy, sneaking around, kissing, allusions to smut

wc: 14.1k

A/N: REPOSTED CAUSE MY DUMBASS DELETED IT - It didn't take a month for Roe to update, SUCCESS! The slow burn is finally burning folks. @andvys always proofreads, so a lovely shoutout to the bestie 💕

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CHAPTER 19

He was scared.

He was so scared.

He didn’t know what he was feeling or what is what he should be feeling at all. Who was he? Who is he? What is he? How can he live like this?

“Son, I told you I would protect you, no matter what. I got the best doctors–”

“I’m a fucking freak! Why me!? I have it rough in life as it is, and now I have to live with this fucking condition!?” He was crying into his hands, sobbing, not caring if he was smearing his mucus all over him because in his sixteen years of life, he never thought he would have a physical condition to live with apart from the emotional one. The turmoil and hurricane of trauma and emotions he was born into, and now he had to add this shit on top of all of that.

“You are the strongest boy I’ve ever met, and this– this is new Eddie, but I’m glad I could come across Dr. Murray… He was the only one who identified it.” Everything was so expensive. Everything his uncle had to pay and put himself in debt for Eddie to be checked and for medicine that did nothing until this mysterious man helped him and now he is better, even if it’s just little. 

“New!? I– How can someone live like this!? It hurts and I feel like I’m losing myself each second it passes!” He felt so angry, his sobs becoming rougher, more like groans rather than cries. His breathing became heavy as he looked at his uncle who was trying to be strong for his nephew, his features twitching as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down in a gulp.

“I know, I know–”

“NO YOU DON’T!” And Eddie’s hand grabbed the lamp that was on his night table and simply ripped it off the wall, the light going off, and then he sent it flying against his closet door, shattering the bulb and breaking the top cap from the metal. He was panting, feeling his body as if it were in the pits of hell, and he was so angry, just furious and filled with rage, but–

He looked at his hands, trembling as he frowned in worry, because he never intended to smash his lamp. He never intended to have an outburst like this but he couldn’t help it. It was too late when his body reacted before his mind did. Wayne was standing next to him with widened eyes, glossed over, and he slowly embraced his nephew in a tight hug.

“Son…” And Eddie only cried into his uncle’s shoulder, holding tightly onto him. How is he supposed to live like this? With these outbursts? With this way of living? How is he going to afford it? Is there a chance to have friends with someone like him? A lover? 

Will he remain lonely forever?

He grumbled in his sleep, shifting on the bed as he moved to his side. He was slowly gaining consciousness once again, hearing soft droplets of rain smashing against the window, and a distant thunder being heard. His nose picked up scents, various ones. The most potent one though was floral, a perfume. That made him open his eyes.

He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hands and letting out a big yawn. His eyes were still squinting from just waking up but he looked around to find himself in your room, and it was not a surprise to him at all. He looked down on himself to see the shirt he lent you when you passed out after your first kiss. Eddie groaned as he stretched out, putting his hands all the way up, feeling his back pop.

“Shit…” He exclaimed and sighed out as he relaxed once more, a bit more awake now. He looked at the floor, seeing his clothes from the night before there, while yours were on the chair against your desk. He eyed the black dress, remembering it bunched up on your stomach as you bounced on him. He closed his eyes as he gathered his thoughts, trying to forget how good you looked taking him, or how you moaned his name, or rather screamed it, or how you drooled–

He groaned as he felt himself growing a bit hard, opening his eyes to throw the sheets off him so he could glare at the bulge of his boxers. He is definitely not coming out of your room until that dies down a bit. He sighed as he sat at the edge of your bed, feet on the wooden floor. He looked to the side to see a picture of you and Robin at work so it seemed. You were half smiling, while Robin was full of teeth in the picture. He wondered if this was taken when you barely moved here, your expression rather cold than excited, compared to how you were now.

He stood up from the bed to walk towards your desk, seeing a picture now of yourself and your mom in your teenage years, probably when you were fifteen or sixteen. That age made Eddie’s eyebrow twitch, but he focused on your mom. You had her eyes. He wondered what your father looked like, someone you haven’t talked much about with him, and he doesn’t see a picture of him around your room.

He turned to look at your vanity now, a smirk appearing on his lips as he remembered how the two of you played cat and mouse the day of the club. He remembers your face, watching you in the mirror while you remained oblivious. He could see and sense how much you were thinking, how conflicted with your arousal towards him you felt. He grabbed your perfume and he sniffed the cap of it, a shiver being sent through his entire system. 

Eddie put it down and then he could the other scents again. Coffee and something sweet. Pancakes? Maybe waffles. Should he put pants on to greet you? He frowned at that thought process because– who the fuck cares at this point?

But he couldn’t deny the nerves he was feeling, because he didn’t know what was really going to happen when he walked out of this room. He didn’t know what he wanted you to say, or what he wanted you to do. There’s one thing he knew. His eyes went to your bed, remembering the night before after the two of you got to your house.

You two didn’t talk at all. The only words were that he could take anything from the fridge and then him asking if you had something for him to wear for bed. Then it was him offering to sleep on the couch but you had denied it, telling him it would be hypocritical to do that now. He couldn’t agree more, and after each of you took turns in the bathroom, you slipped into your bed.

Someone would have probably gotten the itch to touch again, to feel the other person once more, to kiss them and hold them, but as soon as his head touched your pillow, and his eyes closed, he was gone. He didn’t know how exhausted he was, and that was probably because of just how much of him he released yesterday night. He had been trying to satisfy himself the entire week and nothing felt right. Nothing felt like it felt with you. 

And now, the thing he knows is what he wants on that bed of yours. He doesn’t want to just sleep on it next time. He wants to make a mess out of it, probably break it, make you buy a new one since he knows with whom you shared that bed with. A bastard that could not change an inch for you. A bastard who didn’t deserve you at all after how selfish he was with you. Yeah… he wants to break that fucking bed so you could get a new one. One you would baptize with him. A bed you would have only used with him.

He shook his head in shock, pressing his fingers against his forehead, trying to push those kinds of thoughts away. Fuck– He has to keep that shit in check. It doesn’t happen often, and it shouldn’t happen with you. Especially not with you.

He clenched his jaw as he cracked his neck from side to side, taking deep breaths as he looked at your door. He then looked down at his boxers and– okay, good, it’s gone. He walked towards the night table again and picked up his ponytail, putting it in his mouth as he opened the door of your room and started putting his hair up in a bun, and in three steps he was in your living room. 

You were preparing the last batch of waffles, coffee ready in the pot. Syrup on the island counter as well as nutella and strawberries. You didn’t know what he liked, but he will have to eat whatever you have. You honestly didn’t know if you were going to be able to digest anything down because there was just a rollercoaster of nerves and it never stops, not until you two have a talk.

You heard the door opening and then barefoot steps, making your body flush in anticipation. You were wearing a loose silk long black camisole, very open and comfortable to sleep well and– it was pretty. You weren’t going to deny the fact you now felt like riling him up at any given chance, but you honestly didn’t think of it yesterday night. You could have changed this morning, but where was the fun in that?

But you knew that today was not for fun. You two had to talk. You two had to have a rational and adult talk about what was going on between you. You both cannot just go and say fuck it, you have to either have conditions or really look into the pros and cons of this situation.

But, first… you have to face him. So you turn your head over your shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame as he tied his hair up in the messy bun you know him for and fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What is he doing to you? You fucked him two times only and you already want a third one? You have to control yourself. 

“That smells fucking good.” His voice was hoarse and he finished putting his hair up, finally looking up to see you. His body turned into a furnace in just a second, biting the inside of his cheek as he scanned the back of your legs, his eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin as he could. “Well, damn.”

No more hiding whenever you two check eachother out so it seems. It makes you feel weird, nice, but weird. You cleared your throat and pointed at the stool next to the island counter where the plates were.

“None of that. Sit down.” You quickly turned to take the last waffles out of the waffle maker and put them on the plate that already had six waffles on it. 

“Demanding. I like it.” A shiver ran down your spine at the compliment. It… was a compliment, wasn’t it? Or rather, a kinky remark. Your face heated up when you remembered how you acted the night before. Yeah, it was definitely because of that.

You unplugged the waffle maker and grabbed the plate, turning around to put it in the middle of the counter, in front of Eddie. You could sit next to him, but for the sake of keeping this civil and adultlike, you sit across from him, earning a soft chuckle from his part.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing…” He knew you were keeping distance in order not to come onto him, because he doesn’t know what he would have done to you if you sat next to him. He understands. A conversation has to be had first, and he will wait for you to start it, even if he wants to launch himself across the counter to have you on the kitchen floor. He prefers something else than the waffle he is serving himself on his plate as you fill the glasses with water.

You didn’t know how to start, the whole preparation of waffles done in complete silence. You saw how he put maple syrup as well as nutella, and– Your eyes went wide when he was putting everything you put on the table, including the strawberries and chocolate chips.

“Eddie, that’s– How can you eat that!?” You were surprised, not knowing he had a sweet tooth for this. Your own waffle was simple, whipped cream and strawberries. His? It was a monstrosity. He stopped mid squirting more chocolate syrup on his pancake and looked up at you with a squint of his eyes.

“I’m a growing man. I need my nutrients.” 

You stared at him in surprise and then you finally let out a snort, covering your mouth as you started laughing into it. You heard him follow you right behind and– you didn’t notice how tense you were. You didn’t notice just how hard your shoulders were even before he came into the kitchen, and this interaction finally made you relax because… he was still Eddie.

“Nutrients? That is a nuclear bomb, Munson!” 

“Bomb!? I take offense to that. This is barely something.” At that, you heard the squirt of the syrup as another gush of chocolate dripped down and you raised your hands to signal him to stop.

“Okay, enough! When I said you could take anything from the fridge, I didn’t mean for you to use up ALL of my things!” He shot a pouty lip your way and you shook your head at him as he put down the bottle of chocolate syrup. 

“This is a prison.” You rolled your eyes, but the nerves you felt flew away thanks to him breaking the ice. It almost looked like nothing happened between the two of you yesterday night, but the soreness in between your legs told you otherwise. You took this chance to take a bite out of your own waffle before your stomach closed up once more.

“Do you get waffles in prison?” You heard him chew and then talk with his mouth full, making you wince in disgust and scrunch up your nose at him.

“If you suck a cop’s dick, probably.” 

“Ugh–” You disgustingly looked away, clenching your eyes at the image. It wasn’t pleasant at all, but it still made you giggle, the ice breaking even more than before, letting you take another bite of your waffle. You were unaware of the intense gaze that was being directed your way right across the counter. 

He was glad to make you lose the tension you were carrying, but he really wanted to get this talk out of the way and know your true feelings or intentions with what the two of you had going on right now. He let you finish the waffle as he devoured his and he was about to start preparing a second one, but a clear of your throat made him look at you expectantly.

“Yes? I promise I’m not going to use all the nutella–”

“We have to talk.” You blurted out. The quicker you get this over with, the quicker you two can decide what route your friendship takes from today on. He blinked your way a few times and then took a sharp breath in, pushing the plate away to cross his arms over the table, leaning with his elbows. 

“Yeah, you start.” What? Fuck. What do you say? What do you ask? You didn’t really think of what to say of the situation or how to start talking about it. You felt your heart beating into your ears, the tension now back on your shoulder as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and licked it while keeping his gaze on you.

Oh, what an asshole.

“What the fuck are we doing?” It came out from deep within your soul. It was a question you have asked yourself the week before, and today as soon as you woke up and saw him sleeping next to you. What the actual fuck are you doing? What the fuck is he doing? Where do you both think this is going?

He was not prepared for that question. Taken aback, he sits a bit straighter in his stool, looking down at his food in thought. He had to be the most honest possible today, cause if he wasn’t, he might not have another night with you ever again.

“Fucking. That’s what.” You rolled your eyes at that answer. It wasn’t the one you expected even though you didn’t know exactly what you wanted.

“For fuck sake, that’s not what I meant, and you know that.” 

“Then what do you mean?” His eyes locked with yours again and you fought the butterflies that were disrupting your insides as you looked down at your plate.

“We… We couldn’t stand eachother before, then we finally built a friendship, a good one and–” You closed your eyes as you tried to look for words as carefully as possible but there was no need for that. He understood you, and he also had that same train of thought once. But then, he tasted you, and gone were all consequences from having more of you from his mind.

“I get it… We don’t have to lose that friendship, you know?” You scoffed at that, shaking your head.

“What if one day something goes wrong, like I mentioned before?” Your eyes locked with his again as you continued talking, pouring your thoughts out. “What if I get a partner one day? Or– you do? I don’t know if they’re going to let us keep talking to one another if they find out we slept with eachother. Multiple Times at that.” 

Oh… he didn’t think of that. He felt his stomach twist with distaste at your words, at your rationality. He hated the fact you were right, but he also hated the thought of not talking to you again… or was it hating the fact he might lose your touch someday? But he knows something you don’t–

“I don’t have the same chances to date as you do.” His eyes looked at his plate again and his words caught your attention, staring at his form. You could sense sadness coming from the way his shoulders are slightly slumped, yet still tense, signaling you it was a sensitive topic.

“Why do you say that?” He took a sharp breath in as he looked at you with a determined gaze, something that signaled you to stop asking questions, a shiver running from top to bottom in your body.

“I just know. But you are right, I didn’t think of that.” And he probably would have never thought about that possibility. You felt dejected by the way he changed the topic from him, and the memory of the flask in his bathroom cabinet came back to your mind. Was he sick? You knew there might be something going on with him, but you didn’t think it could be that serious. 

“Yeah…” You two remained silent for a while, the appetite gone as you looked at the plate before you. This was… not how you expected it to go either. Rationally, you should stop this, but deep down you really don’t want it to be over. Your stomach twisted, feeling regret for your choice of words or what you brought to the table that made Eddie be the one to back out this time.

You took a sip of your water as you heard him take another bite. You wondered what he was thinking right now. Maybe coming to terms you two have to go back to the way you were? Go back to your boring hook up tales? Fuck, you were not ready to go back to looking through your contacts to find someone to satisfy you, now knowing someone like Eddie exists. You jumped when you heard his rough voice talk again.

“I don’t want to stop this.” 

Your eyes widened slightly, gazing back up at him and his eyes were piercing through you, waiting for your reaction. Your belly did a flip, and your thighs tightened against one another and maybe you imagined it, but you saw one of Eddie’s lips twitch upwards for just a second. You gulped as you straightened up in your own stool. He was being honest with you, and maybe this time you could push rationality aside.

What’s wrong with some fun between friends?

“Me neither…”

The air in the room changed. It became heavy, almost humid, a tad suffocating. You saw his jaw clenching as he stared at you, and you couldn’t look away. It was almost as if he were hypnotizing you, telling you to come closer, to move towards him, but you remained seated, clearing your throat for him to continue the talk.

“Then, I guess we start establishing rules.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise to then squint at him in question as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, his plate in the middle, and his chin on top of his joined hands. You copied his stance, suddenly feeling as if this were some tense job meeting going on with him, a smirk breaking on his lips.

“Rules?”

“Yes. What we can and can’t do. What we like and what we don’t. And how we do this arrangement.” 

“How we do–” 

“If we schedule it for certain days, or if we simply call eachother up.” Oh. A pang of something stabbed you in the side of your stomach, feeling as if something was boiling inside of it.

“You seem experienced doing these kinds of arrangements.” He was looking at you with amusement in his eyes, his body starting to tremble with the need of touching you again for how you were acting once more with him.

“Jealous again?” You rolled your eyes as you shook your head.

“I am pointing out something that seems obvious, that’s all.” He hummed at your response. Bullshit, but this is not the time for some flirty bantering because it will end with you being railed into on top of this counter and the waffles you prepared on the floor.

“Okay, so, back to before, what’s it going to be?” He was curious for your answer, wondering if you were thinking the same thing he was. You bit the inside of your cheek in thought as you looked away from him to think. If you scheduled it, you would have a secured fuck once or twice per week… but if you two called eachother… maybe there’s more…

“I guess calling. It’s how I normally do it.” Oh you were a fucking– His jaw went to the side as he grinded his teeth together. He wasn’t going to be the only one pissed in here. 

“Good, same thought process.” You took a deep breath in as you controlled the burning anger inside your chest. So you were just a normal hook up to him, huh. You turned to look at him again, his eyes now more fierce than before and you felt a little smaller than you did seconds ago for whatever reason.

“What else?”

“Hmm… What we do and what we don’t.” Your eyebrows frowned for a second as you thought about that answer.

“Definitely not telling the group.” You remembered how Steve sighed of relief knowing you hadn’t slept with Eddie. It signaled you that you should never do it, yet here you are, having a talk with him on how to do this whole friends with benefits thing.

“Alright, I can agree on that one… Um, no acting awkward. Like I said I–” He wanted to be honest with you, feeling his heart clench in his chest as he pulled his arms back down, now pushing the plate away to cross them over the counter, leaning forward. “I want to keep the friendship with you. We have fun together and we laugh at what we send eachother and we talk about our days–”

“Yes.” You were happy. A small smile appeared on your lips as your shoulders lost the tension, putting your arms down and hands resting on your lap. He smiled back at you, leaning back again.

“Okay… Um… staying over?” It was an interesting question. He almost never spent nights with his hook ups, nor did he like them staying over, but he really does not mind it with you, in fact, he wants you to stay. Your hands felt sweaty all of a sudden as you flushed all over.

“I… don’t mind that.” He wanted to sigh of relief. It was two times in a row that you had woken up before him, and he really wanted to see you sleeping too. Wake up first to look at you for a while. He didn’t really know why he wanted to do that, but he was curious to know how you looked as you slept, and as you slowly woke up.

“Perfect… anything else?”

“Condoms are a must.” He rolled his eyes at you but nodded nonetheless. You were nervous at this other step, but since Eddie was probably going to be a very recurrent hook up– “And we need to get tested.”

“What?” He was shocked at your request, his eyebrows frowning in confusion as he stared at you. You took a nervous breath in and looked down at your lap as you played with your fingers.

“Yeah, I mean… It’s not like we are going to fuck once every two weeks…” He smirked at that, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Damn Peach, how many times are you planning to fuck me per week?” You felt burning on your cheeks, on your whole face as your eyes shot back up to look at him.

“I– I– That’s not what I meant! But–” Fuck, you dug this hole all by yourself. He laughed at your reaction and continued talking.

“I never said I disliked the idea.” Your eyes connected with his and the air didn’t enter your lungs for about three seconds. Fuck, he has you wrapped around his fucking finger, doesn’t he. He continued talking after nodding once, “Fine. We both get checked.” 

You sighed in relief, giving a nod as well in appreciation to his answer. You were getting checked either way, your annual visit already coming up. But if you were completely honest… you didn’t see yourself fucking someone else other than Eddie for a long while… you knew no one could fuck you or fill you the way he did, and for now, you are becoming a tad addicted to it.

“Thank you.” You waited to see if there were any other conditions he would like to comment on, but you saw him thinking, maybe trying to remember anything he might have missed. He looked good while he was in thought. Fuck. 

“That’s that. What about what we like?” He looked back at you and you felt a little bold after this talk, a new surge of confidence coming in now that you know you have him and he has you for an indefinite time. 

“I guess we can find out along the way.” He felt a chill run down his arms as he stared at you, surprised by your response, yet he couldn't help the twitch that was happening inside his boxers. Oh he wants to find it all out. He wants to know everything, if you like to be smacked, choked, tied up, pulled, manhandled to his liking, but he already knows that. He remembers how he held you up against the wall and you were in complete bliss from it, or how he smacked you yesterday and even if you were surprised, you didn’t tell him to not do it again. 

He wondered if you would let him put his hand around your throat.

The waffles were forgotten as the temperature in the room got hotter each second that passed, at each stolen glance and each breath taken. The hunger was now for something else entirely, and for him, it was sitting right across, and in between a pair of thighs. So why not take it after everything was said and done?

He got up from the stool, your breathing quickening as you saw him slowly round the counter, his hand gracing the marble on top and his eyes never left yours. Your thighs clenched again, or maybe it was something else that clenched, because you started feeling hot with need. How could it be? Your thighs hurt from the position of yesterday night, and you were obviously oversensitive, and it will probably be a tad painful at first but–

“How about we start finding out, Peach?”

Fuck. Now that the barrier was gone, the line was completely erased, and the only thing you had to do was wrap your arms around his neck to get him, it only made your belly yell in need of him. You’re in deep shit now. You turned around in your stool to slowly open your legs for him to step in between. He smirked at the action, his mouth salivating at the invitation and he licked the inside of his bottom lip as one of his hands came to hold the side of your face, stepping in between your parted thighs.

You closed your eyes as you let his touch render you stupid even if for just a second and he tilted his head with amusement. You’re gonna be the fucking death of him. You opened your pretty eyes, begging silently for him to do something, anything at all. His hunger for you grew, and his face started getting close to yours as your hands went to hold onto his waist, your breaths mixing with one another’s and–

RING.

Your heads snapped towards the kitchen door, and you both frowned in confusion at it. Eddie slowly turned to you, a low whisper in his lips.

“Were you expecting someone–”

And then, the yell of a frantic Robin calling out your name, “ARE YOU IN THERE!? ARE YOU ALIVE!?”

Your eyes widened as you gasped, your hands slamming against your mouth and then Eddie stared at you alarmingly as you moved down from the stool, him pulling away from you as you two went to the living room to look at the front door. You whispered to him, but it was more like a silent yell.

“I don’t– I don’t remember inviting her–” Realization hit you like a train wreck. Last night. In the middle of your endeavors with Eddie, when taking the condom out of your purse you had seen your phone glinting with notifications… and you never charged your phone when you returned… and when you woke up, checking your phone was the least of your problems. “Oh, fuck–”

“Peach, you’re a fucking–” He made a movement as if he wanted to strangle you but he contained himself when more banging was heard, making him jump.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE WITH SOMEONE IN THERE, BUT I’M COMING IN WITH MY SPARE KEY!” You gasped, pushing Eddie into your room, and your closet wasn’t big enough for a person to fit. You were both panicking and then you closed the door when you heard the lock of your front door being opened. 

“Don’t make a fucking sound!” You grabbed Eddie and threw him onto the bed, an oof coming out of him and before he could say anything, you immediately threw the comforter all over him. Your heart was in your throat as you heard Robin calling out your name in your living room. Act normal, for fuck sake act normal.

You got out of your room, tip toeing, pretending to close the door slowly, seeing Robin relax in her spot, her hand on her chest as she breathed heavily. You made a shushing sound as the door fully closed. You walked towards her, the vile lie appearing in your throat.

“What are you doing here!?” You whispered-yelled and she looked at you as if you had grown a second head, her eyes bulging out of her scalp as she waved her hands at you.

“Why the fuck are you whispering!? I haven’t heard from you since yesterday night! I know I was drunk but I remembered you left and–”

“Shh!!” You wildly signaled your door and she looked over your shoulder with a confused frown and then back at you, a whisper this time.

“Who the fuck is in there, and why the hell did you not answer!?” You rolled your eyes, sighing.

“I forgot because well, I was kind of you know… busy. And then I forgot to charge it and I just woke up.” Robin now raises an eyebrow at you, looking towards the kitchen, and then back at you. You felt like you were sweating all over as you awaited for her answer, begging for Eddie to not make a fucking sound from your room.

“I smell food though… Are you lying to me?” When did Robin become so observant? Fuck–

“Um… yeah I prepared them and went back to bed–” You saw how her eyes fixated on the door, her head cocking to the side and you felt your heart in your throat, pulsating, feeling your vein about to pop. Is she putting the pieces together?

“You left with Eddie last night.” Fuck– You felt your forehead sweating, your fingertips running cold as you started feeling the waffle swirling in your stomach.

“Yeah…?” You tried to sound confused, nonchalant, as much as you could.

“And he brought you home.” Her eyes were back on you, a squint appearing as you admitted defeat by now. You sighed and looked down, nodding at her. It was no use to lie to Robin anymore is there?

“Robs–” And suddenly Robin gasps, and you raise your head to look at her, your mouth opening to talk to her, but a cheeky smile appears on her lips, confusing you. Her voice now whispered as she pointed at your room’s door.

“Is that Jeff?”

Your eyes were wide as you stared at her. What…? How the fuck did she– Your lie. She thinks you actually did sleep with Jeff before, and she thinks… Oh, this is great. This can save your ass and Eddie’s in more ways than one. You pretended to shush her again, your eyes widening in faux worry.

“Lower your voice!” She giggled and rolled her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. She moved her eyebrows up and down, making your stomach turn and turn, not wanting her to ask any questions. 

“So Eddie is being your wingman?” You rolled your eyes and were about to speak– “Do you think he’ll stay for long? I want to stay to cure this hangover and I deserve your waffles for the worry you made me go through!”

You felt a cold sweat as nerves wracked you all over. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as you opened your mouth to protest, denying you from saying no. Fuck. Shit. You looked at your bedroom door and back at her nervously.

“He doesn’t know all of you know, just that Eddie knows!” 

“I’ll just stay in the kitchen! I won’t say hi to him or anything!” She giggled at you and you saw her walking to your kitchen and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. How the fuck are you going to pull this off? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You rushed into your room, seeing Eddie pulling the blanket off of him, his hair all wild despite the bun. You were wincing as you looked around, not really knowing what to do while Eddie got up from the bed, still in his boxers and the shirt you lent him. He whispered to you once more as he looked at the door.

“What the fuck is going on, did Buckley leave?” He asked and you looked at him, shaking your head, biting your bottom lip.

“No… fuck, no, she didn’t and she won’t leave and is going to stay and–” You winced while looking at him, knowing he was going to be mad. “I told her Jeff was in my room…”

His eyes widened as he watched you in complete shock, his hands starting to wave around, not believing you lied with Jeff again instead of saying he was a random person. 

“Peach, what the fuck–”

“Think about it! If you ever say you are ‘taking me home’ and it’s just the two of us in the car, they will always believe you’re taking me to Jeff’s!” He couldn’t believe your lie, but he also couldn’t deny that it does make sense and that it works for the two of you. He didn’t fucking like it, he hated it. He hated that everything he did to you was going to be tarnished by Jeff’s image, and he groaned in distaste but nodded at you nonetheless.

“Fine. Fine. Now tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to get out of here! We know she is going to peek, so how the shit are we doing this!?” He was whisper/yelling and you bit the nail on your index finger, looking around and then at the door. An idea popped in your head, and it was risky, but it was the only solution, or the only viable way of escape for Eddie.

“Okay… okay… I’ll distract her, and you sneak out… I’ll try to make her not face the door.” He was looking at you, a fake smile appearing on his lips as he crossed his arms.

“What a great fucking plan!” He was being sarcastic and you glared at him, slapping his arm. 

“Any other good ideas!?” You saw him sighing and his head falling back, displaying his neck to you. This was not the time for you to stare at his veins, or the bite you left there the day before. You sighed and nodded, trying to look away from him to focus somewhere else. “Okay, I need to get out before she becomes suspicious…”

You saw him look back down and nod, sighing. Oh… shit, how are your greetings going to be? Do you… kiss him? You want to kiss him, but what if he thinks it’s weird? Should you wait for him to do it? What if he doesn’t do it? He was looking at you, his head slightly tilting to the side and your heart banged on your chest as you just looked at him, waiting.

And he realized it. You were expecting him and he wanted nothing more than to do that. He wanted to kiss you again the moment he woke up, hungry for you as the memories came back to him as consciousness was fully reincorporated in his mind again. He was a bit insecure, not knowing if this was a barrier for the two of you, something that is more intimate than just having sex. 

But it was kind of stupid to worry about that now, wasn’t it?

So he took a step towards you, and you felt your breathing cutting off as he got closer. You licked your lips absentmindedly and Eddie wanted to groan at the sight, devour them and Robin can go to hell for all he cares. He wants to throw you on the bed again and make you moan, scream, pant, but now he has to say goodbye to you and he fucking hates it.

His hand was about to reach for your waist when the two of you heard glass breaking and a yell. Your eyes widened as you two pulled back, looking behind you at the door as well as Eddie. He was worried but he couldn’t run out to check on Robin, but the itch was there, needing to make sure his friend was okay. 

“Okay, um– I’ll talk to you later, whatever happened I’ll take care of it and you use that to your advantage to sneak out.” You looked back at him and you two stared into each other's eyes in silence, waiting to see if a move was made, if one would take the leap to greet one another the way you both want to. 

But another yelp made you snap out and your worry made you turn around and motion for him all over your room for him to change. He gave you a quick nod, letting you know he got the message. You took a deep breath in as you quickly got out of the room, closing the door behind you and rushing to the kitchen to see Robin in the sink, her hand under it as water ran down, washing herself off. Her head turned over her shoulder, a sheepish smile on her lips.

“I uh… a glass slipped from my hand…”

“Did you… grab a waffle with your bare hand and use that same hand to grab the glass?” You said this as if this has happened before, and yes it has. Four times, at least those were the amount of times you were present at. Robin often forgot that waffles use butter on the pans so they wouldn’t stick. She whined and looked at you with helplessness. 

“Don’t make fun of me and help me! I picked up a shard and cut my finger…” She pouted at you and you already knew that it was the smallest thing ever, a splinter maybe. You walked towards her, avoiding the glass on the floor. You stood next to her, grabbing her wrist and taking it out from under the water to look at it. Yeah, you couldn’t even see it. 

“It’s just a little splinter Robin–”

“Still hurts!” She sounded like a child, but that’s just who your best friend was. You took this opportunity to sit her on the stool, her back facing the kitchen’s door. You turned on the light and grabbed her wrist again, putting the index finger closer to your eye. You really couldn’t see shit, so you pressed on it, making Robin yelp again. 

“It’s so tiny Robin, I can’t even see it!” She whined, her feet kicking a bit as she pouted at you.

“I can feel it!” You sighed, shaking your head at her.

“Okay, try to look for it yourself, you know where it hurts.” She nodded at you and she put her index finger close to her eye, inspecting it carefully with help of her other hand as you watched her. Out of your peripheral vision you saw a shadow and you looked up to see Eddie tiptoeing with his boots in his hand, now wearing the clothes from the night before. Your eyes widened as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

If Robin were to feel his presence and turn around, you’re both screwed– Eddie’s eyes widened as he motioned with his free hand the open door of the kitchen with a ‘Are you serious?’ face on and, okay, you were stupid leaving that open. He has all the right to be looking at you like you were a moron. You rolled your eyes and gave a strong tilt towards where your front door is. He looked at your front door and then back at you, making your heart skip a beat.

He made a motion with his free hand, as if he were texting on his phone and you nodded, getting the message. Robin’s head suddenly snapped up towards you and you felt the blood leave your face as she looked at you with a confused frown. Eddie’s eyes widened and froze in his place.

“What are you looking at?” She was about to turn her head and your hand went to grab her index finger and press, making Robin turn again towards you and yell, ripping her finger away from you, “OW! What is wrong with you!?”

“Just… trying to help?” Eddie gave you one more alarmed look and ran off. You were breathing heavily and then, the front door clicked and you finally relaxed, relief flooding your limbs. Robin’s eyebrows met in the middle as she snapped her head around and then back at you with her mouth opened and an offended gaze.

“Did he walk behind me and you distracted me!?”

You smiled innocently and shrugged, trying not to show just how nervous this whole situation made you. 

And you regretted not telling Eddie goodbye the way you wanted to.

It was as if nothing happened between the two of you.

Memes being sent, Eddie bashing on you for not changing your old car, and the only time you two talked about anything regarding what happened, was about Robin. He wanted to know if Robin had asked anything, or if she was suspicious about how ‘Jeff’ ran out like that. 

She was, but she still believed it was Jeff. You only told her that he is very shy, not a person that normally has a booty call, so he doesn’t know how to act about it. That was that. Then Eddie had sent you like forty tiktoks, and you sent back sixty.

That was how it was all week, and you liked it, but you didn’t at the same time. On wednesday you had gotten… needy. Your eyes lingered on your bed more than one time as you contemplated messaging Eddie. You had paced and thought about it, but the more you did, the more you lost confidence on actually pressing send. One of you has to break the ice with it, after all, you did say you would contact eachother if needed.

Yet it didn’t happen.

You wondered if it was going to be not as usual as you thought it was going to be. He did say he wasn’t against your comment on being a recurrent fuck, but now you couldn’t help but doubt it. You didn’t want it to be something that happened once per month, not even once every two weeks. You were hoping at least one fuck with him per week, and hopefully to not become addicted to it the more it happened… Now that you’re thinking about it, maybe it was a good thing to not have a recurrent fuck.

Now friday, you had invited them all for a movie night, and your nerves were there, but it was more of an anticipation, of the hope that he might stay back. Argyle and Eden were not coming, and Jonathan had to work, so it was just you, Robin, Steve, Nance and Eddie. You had worn something comfortable yet, tried to make it catching. A buttoned blouse that was flowing with the first three buttons open, your cleavage showing, and then it was tucked in your pants. 

It was casual but not too obvious for your friends to question your clothing choice. You wondered if he was as nervous, or as expectating as you were about tonight. You hoped he was. You have been yearning it heavily for a few days already, burning from inside out as you tried touching yourself to the memory of him, but nothing could satiate you. Only Eddie Munson could, and his huge fucking di–

Your doorbell rang, making you stop fixing the bowls of snacks on your coffee table. You had prepared some nachos, dips, pringles and wine. Yeah, everything looked fine. You gave a nod of encouragement and walked towards the door, expecting to see Steve, Robin and Nancy, knowing Steve was driving them, but when you opened the door you found a singular person, and it was the one you wanted to see the most.

“Hi Sweetheart.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, and he looked so good, making you already want to clench over nothing, with your imagination running wild, more than a rollercoaster would. You saw his breathing hitch, and you could swear you saw his nostrils flare up slightly, his pupils becoming darker, but maybe it was your stupid brain making things up because– you were so hungry.

“Hi Eds.” You moved out of the way to let him in and he gave a nod and walked in, his eyes never leaving yours and– Oh… you knew. He knew. He wasn’t leaving tonight, wasn’t he? You could feel it. The tension as soon as he walked in, how the air became heavy, how his eyes looked all over you, staying over your open blouse more than they should have.

You felt his cologne invade your nostrils, your lungs, and already your entire apartment smelled like him. You closed the door as you felt your heart about to burst in your chest and probably make you bleed from the inside out. You were already burning in your core and you wanted to curse at him from the effects he was causing on you by just walking through the door. 

You two had been talking like you always did, but as soon as you two saw eachother it was as if you were not that kind of friends at all. Not that you were disliking it, it was just new. You heard how he walked further in your house, and the last time that he was here, he was in your room, barely dressed, and then you two were almost about to go at it again before getting completely interrupted.

You turned to face him, seeing him taking his leather jacket off, revealing a tight white shirt on his body, making your throat close up on you. He never wore white, and you never realized how good it looked on him because it contrasted against all of his tattoos on his arms. His hair was on a low bun, his beard neatly cut, and he was sideways to you, letting you inspect him all, from head to toes, and yet–

“Checking me out already? Let a man breathe.” You blinked as you felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassment running you over as your eyes fixated on him again. He was smirking your way, biting his bottom lip to contain a laugh, his eyes gleaming with something you could not decipher.

“It was weird seeing you with a white shirt on, that’s all Munson.” He raised his eyebrows and looked down on himself, giving you a nod and then looking back up at you.

“Wanted to try something new.” You couldn’t help but believe he did it to catch your attention, and he had succeeded. You cleared your throat as you felt your belly turning, the nerves taking over you as you didn’t really know how to act now. Normally? Flirty? Expectantly?

“Right, um… I’ll go get the cork screw for the wine.” You turned from him and walked inside the kitchen, taking a deep breath and hoping that would calm you down. You had to calm down. He was Eddie, still the same Eddie who you hated for a whole year, and the one you became friends and also the one you fucked– You bit your bottom lip as you walked towards your drawers, opening the third one, looking for the cork screw.

You frowned when you couldn’t find it, rummaging through it. You closed it and went to open the second one. You cursed when you couldn’t see it at first glance, and you were sure you put it in the drawers. You closed that drawer and opened the very first one, finally spotting it. You hummed in approval and reached to move the utensils out of the way in order to grab it, and then you froze when you felt a presence behind you.

“Running away from me so early in the night, Peach?” You gulped as you felt hands glide over your hips, fingers pressing against them, making your breath stop for a second. 

“I wasn’t– I just forgot to put this on the table–” You were breathless in each word you spoke and he couldn’t help but grin in victory at that. He was making you feel nervous, yet not uncomfortable. He knows it, but he will not do anything you do not want to do, not wanting to trust his senses only.

“Mhm… Do you want me to back off?” Your face warmed at how considerate he was, despite you two already having stated you wanted eachother to keep doing this. He was being respectful to you, first and foremost. You could feel your inner thighs burn, your core tense at the need, and you let your body speak for you, your ass gently brushing against his front. You heard him choke on his breath, a small smirk appearing on your lips.

“No. Not really…” His hands gripped your hips and made you flush against him, pressing you harder, and you wanted to moan at the closeness, and at the rising bulge that was on the curve of your ass. 

“Playing with fire darling.” His fingers moved, slowly and tentatively to your front. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath in, taking in his touches as your hands remained still inside your drawer, the cork screw forgotten.

“As if you didn't like it, Munson.” You heard him chuckle, closer than before, his breath hitting your right ear. A shiver ran down your spine, your eyes opening as goosebumps covered your arms, your belly in flames as you finally clenched around nothing. 

“I never said I didn’t, did I?” His voice was low, rough, and with a hint of smugness that you have started to like. It was seductive, and it was making you almost tremble with need, wanting that voice to be moaning your name already. He was growing harder the more he held your hips, slowly moving to your thighs, and he wanted to dig his fingertips in and press you even harder against him, slide his hands between your thighs and make a mess out of you in the lapse of minutes.

He licked his lips as he looked over your neck, your earlobe, your jaw and he wanted to mark it more than anything else. Maybe he can have a taste, can’t he? He can smell your perfume, driving his mind insane, his bulge twitch even more than before, and this is going to be a problem, because he can’t help his mouth coming closer to your neck, and he knows he is going to grow even harder the moment he tastes you again.

You were holding your breath as you felt the hot air hitting your skin, your head tilting to the other side, unconsciously so, but yet it was a green light for him to do whatever he wanted. You are out of your mind, because your friends are about to arrive, and Eddie’s lips are already brushing against your pulse point and–

RING.

He groaned, or growled, loudly, his forehead falling to your shoulder in defeat as you whined in protest. Interrupted by the same thing once again. You should have just messaged Eddie for tonight. You shouldn’t have done this whole charade in order to see him again, and now you regretted telling your friends anything at all. You were being mean but… but fuck, you were so close to him and now you can’t help but feel even more desperate than before.

“Fuck…” He cursed with a sigh and you weren’t going to miss this chance. You weren’t going to let him leave tonight.

“We can continue this later…?” You asked and his head perked up from your shoulder, and you turned your head to look at him, your noses touching as your breaths mixed together in between the two of you. Your eyes were going up and down, his eyes, his lips, his eyes, his lips. You saw him slowly nod as his eyes were transfixed on your own lips, his mouth slightly open and you felt excitement bubble up inside of you, letting out a shaky breath out. 

He was leaning in, and he was so close, his plush lips brushing against yours only for the doorbell to ring again and for him to growl loudly, pulling away from you, his touch completely leaving you.

“I need to go to the bathroom because–” You blinked at his words and he pointed to his pants and your eyes followed his signal and–

“Oh.” You snorted and he glared at you at how cocky you were, knowing you had done this to him. He had a very noticeable bulge, not tented, but you couldn’t miss it.

“Yeah, you’re gonna pay for doing this when you knew people were coming over.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the corkscrew and closed the drawer, walking out of the kitchen with him following right behind you. 

“Sure, whatever you say.” He gave you a warning look before heading to your bathroom. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and put a hand on your chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were putty in his hands and you didn’t notice how he made your knees tremble. Was he always this hot and you didn’t notice it? Did you dislike him so much you couldn’t see past it?

You couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out for a long time.

Knocks on the door interrupted your thought process, gasping as you remembered your friends, rushing to open the door for them. Steve, Nancy and Robin stood before you, Steve with a bottle of wine in his hand and a roll of his eyes.

“What took you so long?” He walked past you, followed by the two girls who were holding hands. 

“She was probably talking with Jeff.” Robin snickers, making you flush as you close the door, holding up the corkscrew to them.

“No, I was looking for this and Robin, can you stop making a big deal out of sex?” She rolled her eyes at you, taking the corkscrew out of your hands and moving to sit on the couch, grabbing your bottle of wine first to start opening it.

“Oh please, same hook up in the lapse of a week? Sounds serious to me.” You sighed and scoffed at that, though she was right. Your hookups were never the same. It was a person one week, another the next, never the same one two times in a row. Last time that happened, you started a relationship. 

Panic set in at that. No, that’s not happening. Not with Eddie, right? You don’t like him like that. Well, you didn’t like Billy like that either and you dated him later on because feelings developed without your will and– Fuck. No, you are thinking too much about this. You have to stop before your mind explodes and makes everything awkward. 

You heard the door of the bathroom open and everyone looked to see Eddie walking out, wiping his hands away, stopping in his tracks when he felt the eyes on him, a confused look on his face. 

“What?” The rest shrugged, paying it no mind and you had to hold in the sigh of relief of people simply not caring if he got here early. Good. You looked at Eddie with a side glance and he reciprocated it with a small nod, walking towards the couch to sit down next to Robin. “You need help Buckley?”

You saw how he helped Robin unscrew the bottle open, putting the bottle in between his thighs to pull the cork off, his bicep tightening as his face contorted with the strength he was putting in. You felt your center clench out of nowhere, heat radiating from your fingertips and you had to do something to take your mind away from him. You can’t believe you are getting hot and bothered by him opening a wine bottle. 

“So, what are we watching?” Steve asked as he sat down on the arm chair, moving his upper body to take a chip and dip it in the homemade guacamole you made. You saw how Nancy plopped on the floor, next to Robin’s legs, reaching over to grab a chip herself and just eat it like that. 

The remaining seat was on the edge, right next to Eddie. 

He was in the middle of the couch, giving the bottle back to Robin as you walked over to sit next to him, trying to calm your nerves now, feeling a little guilty. You are here with all your friends, fucking one of them, but the rest not knowing about it and will never know. You felt bad for Robin the most, but you honestly did not want to make a big deal about this, knowing it was just a physical relationship. You knew that they would either not like it and try to pry the two of you apart or… the opposite and you were not sure that could ever happen with Eddie.

“I want to watch Terrifier 3. It’s already in the streaming app.” Nancy mentions with her mouth full of chips as she caresses Robin’s calf. The strawberry haired girl was chugging the wine from her glass, probably out of nerves. After all this time, Robin still got nervous around her girlfriend. It was endearing.

“A scary movie?” You ask, already feeling a bit fidgety at the prospect of it, not being good with horror movies. Eddie was serving himself a glass of wine, a smirk on his lips as he looked at the pour.

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll protect you from the evil clown.” You glared at him as Steve chuckled, shaking his head. For some reason, you started remembering the last time you two had talked about a scary movie together was… when you had hurt him calling him a freak. A weird person. When they went to see Evil Dead without you. He had accused you of being a scaredy cat, and you had gotten defensive about it and now…

“I’ll sacrifice you to save myself.” You joke, knowing damn well you would never do that. He chuckles, looking at you with a look only the two of you understand. An endearing one, caring, yet filled with fire behind the irises.

“You hurt me, baby.” Your eyes slightly widened at the pet name, hoping no one would think weird of it, also looking at him in warning to be careful with his words in front of your friends.

“Don’t fight you two.” Nancy giggles mockingly, and you see Eddie turning his head to laugh with her, and you just sit there perplexed at how no one suspects a thing. It means you two were never put together, in any way, by no one in the group.

“She’s the one who said was sacrificing me to a murderous clown to save herself!” He exclaims and that makes you roll your eyes, grabbing a chip and dipping it into the sour cream.

“I never said you were dying, Munson.” The chip went into your mouth as he looked back at you, and a drop of cream was on the corner of your lips. You wiped it off with your thumb, your tongue coming out to lick it, making sure you were taking everything into your mouth. You heard a low grumble on your left, and you turned your head to see Eddie glaring at you, his jaw tense, and you were confused, looking around to see if something happened.

“Don’t play fucking dumb.” He whispered as the other three talked and browsed to get the movie on your TV. You blinked, confused at his words, but then– You looked at your thumb and then you couldn’t help but snort, catching Steve’s attention.

“What’s funny?” You cleared your throat and shook your head.

“Nothing, just something I remembered.” Eddie was still glaring at you, his insides burning as he tried to take his mind somewhere else, and try to avoid thinking about your tongue around his dick. He turned to the TV screen, crossing his arms as he huffed. You were riling him up without you knowing, a fluttering happening in the pit of your stomach knowing he was looking at you no matter what.

Your heart dropped though once you saw the intro for the horror movie coming up and you looked to your side to grab onto your blanket. It doesn’t matter if it was hot or not, but the blanket brought you comfort, and it made you feel a little bit safer. Everytime you watched horror or sad movies, you put a blanket on you, and this time was no different, placing it on top of your legs.

Nancy shot up from the floor to rush and turn off the lights, a soft chattering happening between the group as the movie started playing and she returned to sit on Robin’s lap as she cuddled up to her. You wished you could do that right now, wanting to feel secure against someone again as you watched these things, just like when you were with– Before dark clouds possessed you, you grabbed some chips and pooled them on your palm so you could eat them as the movie played.

You felt your heart beating faster than usual, afraid a jumpscare would happen sooner or later, and you definitely did not like the creepy smile this clown had. You were squinting, trying to avoid seeing most of the scenes, and then you felt your blanket moving, making you jump and look at Eddie.

“Just wanted some of this.” He moved the blanket so he could now place part of it over his own lap, sharing it with you. For some reason you felt like this was his way of making you feel safer, knowing you weren’t good with this kind of film. He could sense how uncomfortable you were, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for you. His mind went to the same memory you had of a year ago, and he now could see you just didn’t want to be left out, despite you having these kinds of reactions to movies like these.

But he couldn’t wrap his arm around you. Even if everyone accepted your relationship as friends, he didn’t know just how weird it would look to them if he did something like that. He flinched when you yourself jumped at a very small jumpscare, and Steve turned his head to look at you, remote in his hand.

“Hey, do you want to watch something else?” Your heart warmed at how he cared but you still shook your head at that, a nervous smile spreading on your lips.

“It’s just a movie, don’t worry.” He gave a nod and put the remote back down, moving his body to lay on the armchair sideways, head on an arm rest while his legs and feet dangled over the other. You could feel Eddie’s gaze on you and you turned to look at him as well. He gave a raise of eyebrows at you, a silent question if you were okay. You gave him a nod and sighed softly, your eyes returning to the screen in front of you.

The minutes went by and you noticed the movie had… gore. Too much gore in it. It wasn’t even the jumpscares that got you anymore, it was the anxious feeling of what he might do to the protagonists. Steve, Robin and Nancy were softly talking about the effects of the movie, while you were just trying to look away from the screen as much as you could because, fuck that. You didn’t care this was strawberry syrup or whatever the fuck the other three were saying, you didn’t like it.

Suddenly, you felt something creeping over your thigh and under the blanket. You flinched, thinking it was a bug, only to feel a strong grip of fingers digging into you. Your breathing stopped as you gave Eddie a quick warning glance and the bastard was eating a chip with his other hand, his eyes still trained to the screen. Your heart was beating in your throat as you felt nervousness invade you, afraid the others would notice it at all, but as you gave a subtle glance their way, their eyes were trained to the screen, still immersed in the conversation.

You weren’t even listening to them, the movie now just a background picture and noise as you stared forward, and his fingers rubbed your thigh in soft and slow circles. You felt shivers run down your entire body, electricity coursing through your veins and arteries as you tried to control your breathing, feeling it start to become quicker.

What was he doing? Why? You two were in front of everyone, and he is just touching you like this and hope they never look your way? Okay, it was nothing bad, he was just rubbing your thigh, that was all. He was just trying to distract you from the screen that was showing off great amounts of blood and guts, but you didn’t even try to comprehend why or how that happened. Maybe that was his intention, and that made you slowly relax. You have to remember Eddie is your friend, first and foremost, so it’s probably him being that friend for you right now.

But as soon as you were beginning to relax, you felt those fingers move slowly, creeping towards the inner part of your thighs. You held a breath in, the situation becoming even more dangerous than before because– You’re getting worked up. The idea of your friends being here, not knowing what had transpired between the two of you, and now sneaking touches between eachother without them finding out was… exciting.

Your legs were parted, just very little, but it was enough for him to get his fingers in between, and press against your inner thigh, making you choke a bit on your breath, but playing it off as a cough. You heard him chuckle under his breath and your head snapped to glare at him and he was already side-eying you, a cheeky smile on his lips. 

You clenched your thighs together, trapping his fingers in. You were feeling like you had to compete against him, to make him be as worked up as you were right now. He tried wiggling his fingers between your thighs but you kept him locked in there. He wasn’t complaining about it, feeling the warmth of your legs around his fingers, and he could pretend that was the same temperature as the warmth he could feel inside of you. 

But he wasn’t prepared when you moved your own hand this time, and without wasting a minute, you placed it between his parted legs, your fingers digging into his inner thigh, cutting his breath short. He was trying to keep his eyes on the screen, glancing towards his other friends just in case they moved or looked your way and his, but as soon as he looked away from you, he felt your entire palm rub against him, over his pants. He twitched, and your hand rapidly backed away as your thighs let his hand go as well and he put it back on his side.

Nancy looked over Robin’s head to talk to Eddie, “You scared Eddie?” She giggled and you snorted again, taking a chip into your mouth as Eddie felt himself burning inside out, his words coming out from gritted teeth.

“No, just had a twitch.” Oh you were going to get it after this. His fingers tingle with the need to touch you again, to keep his hand over your warm body, to pull you close and kiss you senseless to the point you couldn’t breathe anymore. He wanted to render you stupid, speechless, babbling nonsense to him and he wouldn’t be able to help himself and smile at you. 

He’s going to make sure to see that after everyone is gone.

The rest of the movie was spent in silence, and no more hand touches. You rubbed your thigh against his every now and then, to keep you distracted from the movie, or to rile him up, you didn’t know, maybe both. You were growing impatient with each minute that passed from the movie, needing to be alone with him once and for all, so when the credits started rolling up, you were so glad to the point you could sigh of relief.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Robin says as she finishes her glass of wine and Nancy gets off her lap to stand up and stretch. You clear your throat and take the blanket off your lap and Eddie’s, throwing it next to the couch and into the basket.

“I don’t know, but I ain’t watching something like that again.” You comment, leaning back on your couch as if exhausted from having to endure that film, but in all honesty, you were sighing of finally getting what you want after two excruciating hours. 

“Hey, Eds?” Steve calls out to him, and Eddie didn’t realize he was looking at the expanse of your neck, and his head snapped to look at his best friend, trying to play it off as if he had zoned out.

“Yeah?” 

“Can you take Nance and Robs back home? I need to go help Jon at the bar because one of the waiters had to leave early and he needs help closing.” 

And you felt your whole body freeze over as well as Eddie’s. Your fucking plans were ruined. He was going to leave, or maybe he could return? Or maybe he didn’t want to drive twenty minutes to leave the girls and then twenty minutes back. This was not fair.

Eddie wasn’t far behind at your thoughts, but he was being more explicit. He was cursing at everything and everyone, wanting to make up an excuse in order to stay but he knows there’s no way out of this, Nancy and Robin smiling innocently at him, batting their eyelashes so he wouldn’t be mad at them. He sighed, giving a slow nod and your body slumped in defeat. 

“Yeah, sure. You girls want to go already?” He asks, and you feel your stomach turn with disappointment, knowing you are going to be met with your pink vibrating friend in your bed instead of the actual thing you want. 

“Please? I want to go straight to bed.” Robin says as she gets up, a little wobbly thanks to the wine, and you follow right behind her, stacking the empty small bowls of snacks on the coffee table as they get ready to head out again. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Eddie looking at you with a frown in his eyebrows, and you give him a small shrug as if telling him ‘it can’t be helped’.

You wished it could be. You wished he could stay tonight, but you guess you can wait tomorrow? Or maybe he will be busy tomorrow too? You can definitely message him and ask, you just have to wait a whole 24 hours to actually know that answer. You didn’t want to wait that long. You should have fucking told him to come an hour early than all the others so you could at least have a quickie in your kitchen counter.

You wanted to groan when you felt a bit of heat in your underwear, your wetness becoming present as your imagination ran wild. You didn’t notice the man that was next to you, staring at you as if he was going to murder you, or eat you, or simply destroy you. His chest was moving a little quicker than before, signaling the sudden increase of pace of his breathing.

“Let’s go, I want to fucking sleep until next year.” You heard Nancy say and you looked towards Eddie, a frown in his face as he stared at you already. You fought off the disappointment and gave him a small shrug. It can’t be helped. It will have to be postponed to another day. You will have to hold your hunger for one more day, or a few more, and maybe you shouldn’t have to if you had messaged him two days ago.

He gave an exasperated sigh, and he held back the angry groan he wanted to let out. You walked towards the front door, opening it as Steve gave you a nod in thanks for hosting tonight as he walked out, followed by Robin, Nancy and lastly Eddie. You two held the gaze as he stepped by you, and time went slower as you felt your ears ringing, a ring that was yelling at you to somehow make him stay, but– it was too obvious if you did.

He sent a small smile your way and then time began its normal pace once again. You didn’t know you were holding a breath until you actually let it out. You popped your head out as you saw them all heading towards the elevator, waving at them one last time. Eddie raised his hand in a quick moment in response and Robin blew a kiss your way. You gave a small smile in return before hearing the elevator ding and you closed the door, a defeated sigh leaving your lips.

You felt wrong for thinking only about getting railed when most of your friends were here to have fun, to watch a movie with you, to spend time with you, and the only thing you could think of was the one person that was sitting next to you throughout the whole film. You turned towards the coffee table, walking towards it to continue cleaning only to see a pair of keys sitting next to Eddie’s glass. Your eyes widened when you saw they were his car keys, grabbing them quickly, and cursing under your breath.

“This fucking idiot!” You put your phone in the back pocket of your pants and you rushed towards your front door, opening it so you could run out to try to catch them, but you stopped on your tracks when you saw Eddie standing in front of your home. Your eyes widened as your heart stopped for a second, watching him breathing heavily. “You– You forgot–”

You couldn’t finish the sentence. His right hand grabbed onto the back of your neck while the left one held your waist, pulling you inside your apartment again and quickly turning you and slamming you against the wall next to your door, his lips clashing onto yours in a hurried manner, rough, needy and desperate.

You didn’t waste a fucking second, dropping his keys to the floor and your hands immediately clung to the back of his neck to press him more into you as you both moved your lips against eachother as if you had never tasted one another, or as if you were relapsing into a drug you were once addicted to. His tongue slipped past your lips in an instant, clashing with yours and you let him ravish you just how you wanted him to do for a week now. The hand on your waist was gripping you tightly, his hips pressing against your own and you let a groan enter his mouth which he responded with a low moan.

His hand moved from your waist towards your back in order to cup your ass, and you instinctively moved your right leg over his hip, letting him press himself right against your core. You moaned into the kiss, and he could only groan as the smacking of lips filled the room entirely. His hand went from your ass to holding your thigh against him, his pants growing tighter at each roll of the hips he does into you. The seam of your pants making the friction on your clit be simply murderous. 

His tongue danced with yours, devouring every inch and space that there could possibly be. You felt your body burning, your fingertips felt like they had embers, just sending shockwaves all over your spine. Your belly was filled with adrenaline and excitement, but it was cut short when rationality struck you for a second, making you reluctantly pull away, leaving you both breathless as he held your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze before you spoke again.

“You left your keys–”

“Yeah, I know. I did it on purpose. It was my excuse to come back here.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips before continuing. “I made them head down while I picked the keys up again.” 

You felt your heart bursting, biting your bottom lip as you looked at him, your hands still clinging to the back of his head as if your life depended on it. You didn’t want to let him go, but, by what he was saying, it seems this had to be cut short. He slowly put your leg back down, not before giving it a squeeze and then let it rest on your hip. His other hand went from the back of your neck to put his curled index finger under your chin to keep your eyes on him.

“So… you have to go?” Your eyes went to his lips and back up and back to his lips again. His breath was mixing with yours as you two remained with slightly open mouths, soft pants leaving you. He gave you a nod, a serious look in his eyes as he replied.

“I’ll take them home and come back here… do you want that?” Your thighs clenched together, your core pulsating with the prospect of him returning to you. You desperately nodded at him, pulling him down for another kiss, not understanding how you were so reluctant to not be with him just a week ago before you exploded, and now you are declaring Eddie Munson as your new favorite drug, your favorite beverage, a perfect addiction. You pulled away, but not before giving a soft bite and tug on his bottom lip, making him growl in need at you.

“Yeah… I’ll wait for you.” His hands quickly cradled your face, giving you one strong last kiss. Well, that is until he returns from dropping Robin and Nancy. He pulled away from you, giving a nod as he let go of your face and your hands dropped from holding him.

“I’ll do record time–” He bent down to pick his keys on the floor and raised himself back up, fixing himself in his pants and you salivated as you saw the prominent bulge that developed on him. “So be ready for when I come back, Peach. Don’t think I forgot how much you teased me today.” 

With that, he walked right back out of your apartment and you heard the boots walking away in your hallway and you just stood there, breathing heavily as his words processed in your brain. He would come back here and your body shook with the anticipation of what he might do to you after that small threat he gave you. You heard the elevator ding and you know he is finally going down again, your feet finally working to close the door of your apartment. 

You stared at the door and all the guilt and shame you felt before was out of the window. The only things that remained were adrenaline and excitement, your body moving, rushing towards your room to make sure everything was tidy just as you had prepared. The black lace underneath your clothes waiting to surprise him as soon as he takes the garments off. Or maybe… you can wait for him in just that. You bit your bottom lip as you started taking your blouse off, followed by your sneakers and then your pants, looking at the full body mirror in your room.

You wanted to be filthy. You wanted to be rough. For some reason, you wanted to make him remember you. Make him remember the woman that waited for him in just her lace, ready for him. The woman who could, in his words, take him all. You still don’t know why he always repeats it, but he does, and if he was being honest or not, or if they were meaningless words or not, you didn’t know, but you’ll take the compliment. You wanted him to remember you because you wanted to engrave himself in his mind. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was dignity, maybe it was you trying to show off thanks to how snarky he had been with you for a whole year.

Whatever the reason was. 

You wanted to ruin Eddie Munson.

end of chapter 19

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Hiiii I’m the anon who sent the ask about whether I could send a request even tho it might take a while so I don’t forget!

I always have ideas for fanfics but I cannot write for the life of me 😭 so if you don’t wanna write this it’s all good :)

so I had an idea where it’s a non-apocalyptic world & the reader/character is famous? like they’re a singer & they just started dating negan & he hears the songs they wrote about him & it’s just fluffy? again you don’t have to write this it’s just an idea I had 🥺🫶🏻

sorry this took so long!! thank you sm for your patience <333 also my friend helped me with the actual lyrics in this which I am so grateful for because I don't have a musical bone in my body

pairing: Negan x singer!Reader

tags: alternate universe, established relationship, fluff, modern AU, famous AU, love songs, Negan needing to mention his dick in every convo lol

word count: 1.7k

It’s still early in the evening and yet there’s snores coming from the other room.

Negan sits on the sofa, legs stretched out. He was waiting for the melodic sounds of your piano to waft out of the room but after a few minutes, all that has emerged from your study are soft snores.

He debates going in and disturbing your solitude. While Negan knows you wouldn’t mind his company, he likes to give you your own time to indulge in music. 

Music has always been a big part of who you are and it’s something Negan has supported from the beginning.

He understands that for you, music is like your personal diary, a sanctuary where you pour out all of your emotions and transform them into a heart-wrenching ballad or the catchiest pop song he’s ever heard. 

With another snore drifting out from your study, Negan sighs and gets up. 

As of recent, you’ve been consumed by a wave of newfound inspiration, tirelessly working on numerous songs. It’s as if lightning has struck, igniting a sudden surge of motivation and encouraging you to put your heart and soul into your work.

Piano keys, the strumming of guitars and your voice has filled Negan’s ears as you put finishing touches on song after song. 

Even though he's been eager to hear a sneak peek, you've chosen to keep the new songs private until they're complete. Nevertheless, Negan has already tried to convince you otherwise. He can’t help it, as soon as he knows you’re crafting some new song, he wants to know everything about it.

But you’ve always remained steadfast and not let him have a sneak peek, even when he gives you those puppy dog eyes.

Creeping into your study, Negan’s eyes immediately go to your figure. Slumped over your desk with loose papers everywhere, you greet him with another snore. Negan smiles at the sight, immediately deciding that you need 100% relaxation for the rest of the night.

He weaves his way through the room, making sure not to step on the fallen guitar picks that have found a home on the fuzzy carpet. The walls of the room are lined with empty cases of instruments, music stands that have been pushed aside and Negan’s favourite armchair.

It’s what he always sits on whenever you invite him in to listen to what you’ve been working on. Although there are some more steamy memories too that truly cement it as being his favourite leather armchair.

Negan approaches your desk silently, careful not to disturb your peaceful sleep. Your laptop hums with life, displaying what he assumes must be a compilation of beats that are on the verge of being made into a cohesive rhythm. Making sure everything is saved, he shuts down the laptop for the night.

“Baby,” he nudges you carefully “you keep sleeping like that and you’ll be complaining ‘bout a bad back in no time”.

You respond with a soft grunt, your fatigue winning as you stay asleep.

Negan chuckles, finding your determination to nap utterly adorable. He takes a casual look around your desk, skimming over the various musical notes jotted down that he can't make heads or tails of, until he spots something else.

Lyrics.

Small fragments of verses, written out on scrap pieces of paper and sticky notes. His eyes impulsively scan what he can see, yearning for that sneak peek you’ve denied him.  

Moving carefully, he picks up one of the sticky notes and reads it.

“In every moment, I feel the spark. You’re the love that lights the dark”.

Negan has seen you weave song about your past experiences and the people in your life, but never has he thought that he might become the subject of your next ballad.

He glances down at your sleeping form as if you’ll pick up on his questioning look. Not fully believing it, Negan grabs another sticky note.

“A leather jacket, stories untold… with that smirk, you take control”.

As it is written, so it shall be. A smirk graces Negan's face as he looks down at the paper, slowly nodding to himself. Jackpot. 

You’re finally writing a goddamn song about him!

Negan doesn’t want to say it’s about time but he’s definitely been thinking about you serenading him with his own song for a while now. He blames his ego for that fantasy.

“Oh darlin’, you writing this for me?” He asks with a grin. Negan lets the sticky notes fall back to the desk and he wraps his arms around you, his chest against your hunched back and embracing you in a hug you don’t even know you’re in.

Feeling his arms around you, you slowly begin to come to. Your eyes flutter open, instantly feeling comfortable. 

“Negan?” You mumble groggily, your brain still waking up.

He hums, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek “Your world just light up?”.

“Wh-what?” a confused pout forms on your face as you move your head to look at him.

Nuzzling in by you, he reluctantly pulls back just enough so he can gesture to the first set of lyrics. “I mean, I am the love that lights up the dark, right?” he grins.

Your tired confusion suddenly shifts to panicked realisation, instantly straightening up. “Negan! Did you— No!“ you babble on hurriedly, your eyes darting to the notes on your desk “You can’t read those!”.

“Oh sweetheart, I think it’s too late for that,” he kisses your head before standing upright “and for the record, I am honoured to be your muse”.

You roll your eyes, knowing that you can’t be annoyed when you’re the one leaving bits of your next song scattered across your messy desk.

“I never said you were my muse” you point out.

Negan thinks for a moment, slyly looking for another scribble of lyrics. “Every word is his weapon, every laugh’s a tease, but in his dangerous charm is where I find my release” he reads out another excerpt, spotting it marked with musical notations.

“Hey!” You quickly try to cover the entirety of the desk, your arms spreading out over as many sheets as possible. You pout up at him, your bottom lip jutting out.

“What? I like it, it’s a good thing” he assures you, kissing your pout away “about time you let them damn fanboys know I’m your one and only. Maybe now they’ll fuck off and stop bombarding your DM’s”.

With a scoff, you warily stand and try to clear your desk. Gathering all the papers into a somewhat neat pile, you defend “Those are my fans you’re talking about!”

With a smug smirk, Negan lays a single finger on top of the stack of notes “And it’s me you’re singing about, so they can kick rocks”. 

You feign annoyance but it’s clear just how much this means to him. If you’re being honest, you weren’t sure how he’d react to a song about him. 

Despite Negan always being supportive, you weren’t sure if that extended to a pure love song all about him. A part of you was scared he would think it’s cringe or too much, but the look on his face says the opposite of that.

Maybe it’s your exhaustion but it’s as if Negan radiates a soft glow, reflecting the pride he feels. Those damned eyes, a perfect swirl of hazel hues makes you melt.

“Hmph… suppose you have a point” you let him take the win, giving him another kiss. 

“I always do,” he replies, leaning into your kiss “now, how’s about we have a nice relaxing night of being couch potatoes. Sound good to you or do you want to go back to snoring on your desk?”.

You can’t help but huff, denying his claim as you stretch your tired limbs. "I do not snore!" you protest, defensive humour lacing your tone. 

Negan wraps an arm around your waist, in case you’re unsteady on your feet considering you just woke up .

“How would you know? You’re asleep when you do it” he replies, helping you step over things within the messy study.

“But I don't…” you trail off, yawning.

He lets out a light laugh at the timing of your yawn. “What? Don’t sleep or snore?” Negan teases “it’s alright, darlin’… snoring is like singing in your sleep, it’s your musicality! Damn, I guess that’s means you’ve been giving me a private concert for the past twenty minutes”. 

It’s tempting to resist his claims but you give in to the small smile that tugs at your lips. No matter what, Negan has a way of turning every aspect of you into an endearing quality, constantly finding ways to appreciate even your most mundane traits. It’s a talent, truly.

Relenting, you lean against Negan, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace as you both move towards the door.

“Y’know, I could always help with the song too” he offers, making you laugh in an instant. 

“You? Co-write a song?” You question, turning off the light and wandering back through your home, Negan still side by side with you. 

“Yeah, I was thinking something like…” he thinks for a moment, mentally arranging the words in his head before saying “when my guy sees me, he gets hard as a brick, but how can I be mad, when he’s got that big dick”.

He gives you a grin, utterly proud of his lyrics.

You giggle, expecting no less from him as you drag Negan on to the couch with you. “Oh wow, I didn’t realise I was dating a poet” you praise.

“What can I say, doll,” Negan nuzzles in beside you “you’re not the only one full of surprises”.

With a wink, Negan gives you one last kiss before you both get comfy on the couch together, ready for a night of relaxation.

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (02)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; smol update regarding taglist, unfortunately i can only tag up to 50 people in the post and i've reached the limits and is unable to tag the remaining people that signed up om the taglist which is such a shame bcs ik a lot of yall were looking forward to be on the taglist ㅠㅠ

however, i do still want to voice out my thank yous to the immense amount of support you've all given towards this fic 😭 🫶🏻

taglist at the end !

you sat in the crowd, stunned as you watched the match progress.

gone was the unsettling and/or overwhelming feeling of being at the event. instead, you felt a surge of mixed emotions.

how did seungcheol end up being a part of the match?

how did he know vernon?

had he always been in seoul?

why hadn’t he tried to reach out to you?

a loud gasp from the crowd pulled you out from your train of thoughts. as you looked at the ring, you saw seungcheol lying on the ground, a hand over his stomach - you felt a sinking feeling in your guts.

as the crowd chanted ‘get up!’, you clasped your hands together, silently chanting along with them. ‘get up..! please, get up..! choi seungcheol, get up..!’

it seems as though he’s heard you, or possibly from the chanting from the crowd that was supporting him, as he slowly got up, the crowd starting to cheer once again. you could feel your anxiety rise as seungcheol got into his stance, preparing for another round with his opponent.

“first timer, eh?”

turning your head to the side, an older man who seems to be in his 40s gave you a gentle smile.

“pardon?” you responded.

"it's your first time experiencing this, ain't it?" he repeated. nodding your head, you turned to face seungcheol who threw an uppercut towards JK, causing him to stumble back a little.

"don't worry about scoups. he always gets back on his feet. that's why he's been the champion for the past year!"

past year…? he's been doing this for a year?

before you had a chance to ask the old man any further questions, the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers.

"and the winner is - scoups!"

the crowd erupted in cheers, accompanied with a loud applause as scoups and JK were escorted out of the ring, a text from vernon lit up your screen.

vrrnonie: come on back

vrrnonie: i'll introduce you ;D

when you got to the back, it took you ten minutes to argue with the bouncers before vernon showed up to vouch for you.

"she's with me boys, don't worry 'bout it!"

walking beside vernon as you both walked towards the waiting rooms, your nose scrunched up at the smell of sweat and body odor invading your nostrils.

"vernon, how long have you known these people?" you asked, the statement the old man made still lingering at the back of your mind.

if seungcheol had been doing underground for the past year, that meant he either knew vernon before or after he got in.

at least that's what you assumed.

"hmm, i knew mingyu first since we're in the same major!" he answered, "though, he's a year older than me, but we share a few classes together. then, he asked me if i've ever been to underground boxing matches and that's how i came to know wonwoo and coups hyung."

nodding your head, he stops in front of a door with a hanging sign that wrote "SCOUPS". just as vernon was about to open the door, whoever was on the other side decided to open it first, startling you.

standing in front of you was a tall muscular male - his skin was a nice tan and reminds you of a puppy with his curled locks.

you blink once. then twice.

what the hell is pledis' top model, kim mingyu, doing here?

it took you a few minutes to put two and two together - top model kim mingyu, is friends and in the same major as vernon.

"where’d you disappear off to, bro?" mingyu asked, sounding worried.

"sorry, man. went to pick up a friend," pointing to you, it was then mingyu noticed your presence.

"oh, hi!" he greeted, stepping aside and motioned you to enter the waiting room, "come on in, girlie~"

taking a step into the waiting room, you look around, hoping to find seungcheol but to no avail. as if he had read your mind, vernon asked where he was.

"he went to the toilet to freshen up," mingyu answered, "wonwoo hyung went with him. so, who's your pretty friend?"

reaching out a hand to the model, who gladly shook it, you introduced yourself.

"i'm lee ___, vernon's frie-"

"-bestie," said boy corrected, giving you a goofy smile when you side-eyed him, "the day you accepted my coke and made that comment on my outfit, you've signed an invisible contract to be my bestie for life!"

"ah, so you're the poor girl who has to deal with his ass when he isn't with us," mingyu commented, earning a laugh from you as vernon whined.

30 minutes go by and you find yourself enjoying the conversation you're exchanging with mingyu. you found out his father owns a famous art gallery while his mother works as a model (you've seen her a few magazines and it amazes you how she doesn't look like she's aged one bit). his parents want him to follow in a similar career choice as they do, which is why he took up art as a college major; and took modeling as a part time job.

you were extremely invested in conversing with mingyu, you don't realise two other people entering the room until-

"...pup?"

whipping your head around at the nickname, you felt your heart in your throat as the air got knocked out of your lungs.

there he stood, right in the flesh.

it felt like a fever dream.

"pup, is that you?" seungcheol asked, taking cautious steps towards you; his eyes full of hope.

when he's finally stood right in front of you, his body towering over yours, your breathing quickened and your heart thumping so loud you could hear it. seungcheol cups your face in his shaking hands, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing; as if they were deceiving him (and honestly, so did you).

"...cheollie..?"

your voice came out quieter than you expected, but he heard it.

a wide grin spread across his face as he heard that oh-so-familiar nickname, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"it really is you! oh my god, i can't believe you're here!"

you were stunned, frozen in place. thankfully, you weren't the only one as you noticed vernon, mingyu and a male who's wearing glasses, which you assumed to be wonwoo, watching you and seungcheol with both amusement and confusion evident on their face.

"you two… know each other?" vernon asks.

"ah-" pulling away from the hug, seungcheol steps aside as he wraps an arm around your waist, the action that has your heart thump harder against your ribcage, "boys, this is ___. she and i go way back."

vrrnonie: i can't believe you knew coups hyung

vrrnonie: and didn't tell me

vrrnonie: i feel so betrayed

vrrnonie: i thought we were besties

traitor 💔: BITCH

traitor 💔: I DIDN'T KNOW CHEOL WAS SCOUPS

traitor 💔: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW

vrrnonie: …

vrrnonie: okay, fair enough

vrrnonie: but how come you've never mentioned him tho?

vrrnonie: he said you both went way back

vrrnonie: yet i never heard you talk about him

traitor 💔: you never mentioned about him before too asshole

traitor 💔: you only brought him up TODAY

traitor 💔: technically yesterday

traitor 💔: yea, the stage name sounded familiar

traitor 💔: but how was i supposed to know it was the same cheol

vrrnonie: you should've majored in law instead lmao

vrrnonie: but yea, fair point

vrrnonie: but still tho

vrrnonie: when he said way back

vrrnonie: how far back did he mean?

traitor 💔: can we not talk abt this

traitor 💔: i'll tell you when i feel like it

traitor 💔: but really, i just don't want to think abt it

vrrnonie: yes ma'am

vrrnonie: you must be tired after that tho

vrrnonie: get some rest, bbg &lt;3

traitor 💔: vernon wtf

vrrnonie: hehe

vrrnonie: but fr tho, get some rest

vrrnonie: tonight definitely exhausted you

vrrnonie: see ya on monday

letting out a sigh you set your phone down, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom - replaying the encounter repeatedly in your mind.

how long has it been since that day? the day your teenage love-struck heart got shattered into pieces?

you don't even remember.

you were about to close your eyes, a not so brilliant plan into trying to sleep the feelings away and deal with it in the morning, when your phone chimed.

unknown number: hey, pup

unknown number: i got your number from vernon

unknown number: it's me, cheol

you stared at the texts, unsure of what to reply.

you do, however, hit up the boy who gave out your number.

ma bestie 💅🏻: YOU GAVE HIM MY NUMBER???

vrrnonie: yea?

vrrnonie: oh shit

vrrnonie: was i not supposed to?

ma bestie 💅🏻: nono

ma bestie 💅🏻: it's just

ma bestie 💅🏻: i'd appreciate it if you'd let me know you gave him my number

vrrnonie: ah-

vrrninie: sorry bout that

ma bestie 💅🏻: it's okay

you received a few more texts from seungcheol, but you've decided to leave it up to morning or future you to deal with. part of you felt bad for ignoring his texts, mainly because you haven't seen him in years; and as he's currently making an effort to reconnect, your plan is to ghost him (at least until you're ready to face him).

another part of you felt as though he deserved the treatment. it may seem childish and petty, but you kept trying to justify it by telling yourself that he went on for years without talking to you; surely he’s able to handle a few hours of the same situation.

but as minutes go by of tossing and turning, the blinking notification light of your phone eventually gets the best of you.

cheollie: i know it’s been years since we last saw each other

cheollie: i was wondering if you wanted to meet up this weekend?

cheollie: for lunch, dinner, anything?

cheollie: to catch up and well, explain myself

sweet pup: hey

sweet pup: uhm, it’s currently 2am

sweet pup: so i don’t think lunch is an option

sweet pup: dinner sounds good tho!

cheollie: ah yea, sorry for texting quite late

cheollie: but i couldn’t help myself and you know how i am

cheollie: dinner it is!

cheollie: we’ll figure more of this out later in the morning, okay?

sweet pup: sure thing, cheollie

cheollie: get some rest, pup

cheollie: wouldn’t want you falling sick or be too tired for tomorrow <;/3

sweet pup: i could say the same for you

sweet pup: you must be tired from the match

cheollie: goodnight pup

sweet pup: goodnight cheol

you set your phone aside, rolling onto your side as you made another attempt to fall asleep. but with the anxious feeling pooling in your gut as your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, that was proven to be giving you a hard time.

that’s how you ended up on the floor of your living room, back leaning against the couch as a random netlfix series played while you drank your third bottle of soju.

sure, it was a bad idea and you knew you’d wake up with a killer hangover.

but, in the end, you managed to finally sleep - albeit it being on your couch.

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