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kitmon · 1 year ago

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AHHHHHHH I’M already so I’m love with this series! I’m so excited for whatever comes next!

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

(Tattoo Artist!Eddie Munson x Apprentice!Reader)

Summary: . . . After deciding you were meant for more than what life had in store for you, you gave into the siren call of the city─well a city. But when city life finally eats away at your bank account and your main source of income isn't reliable, you take on an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop where your boss is the six-foot something, tattoo covered Eddie Munson who quickly and unwisely becomes intrigued by you. Nothing romantic can come from it, lest you risk it being torn apart by your past, his lover and yourself.

Entire Work Warnings: 18+ (smut will take place in later chapters), swearing, financial problems, mentions of loss, escorts/call girls, age gap (Eddie is 36, reader is 25), financial shaming, slut shaming, implied sexual harassment, bimbo!reader (she may not be book smart but she knows the score) angst, self-sabotage.

a/n: based on my initial post and elements of Breakfast at Tiffany's. next chapters will be significantly juicer, this was just something to get us going. this is dedicated to @munsonology, happy birthday and I hope this year was a good one! and a very gratitude filled thank you to my dear friend, @kitmon, for continuing to be an an amazing beta! hope you guys like it so far ♡ (attempting the keep reading feature, fingers crossed)

word count: 5k

“They don’t bite.” “Hmn?” Came your absent-minded reply, eyes cutting from the harpy, evil in her eyes and blood soaking her talons, to the man flipping through the red binder you’d been carrying around you in the Indianapolis heat.

Sweat evaporated off your skin, giving away to goosebumps in the air conditioned shop, a much welcome relief to the borderline unbearable heatwave settling over the city streets, something that can be found in every nook and cranny. You’d been navigating your way throughout the city since before dawn broke, eager to get your fill of it while the streets were quiet and a decent temperature. It had been almost chilly this morning, your thick strapped tank top and daisy dukes—that you normally wouldn’t allow yourself to be caught dead in—leaving most of your skin exposed, with no direct sunlight to warm it. Now that the sun was out, you were on fire out there.

“The artwork.” He glanced at the framed harpy drawing along the wall, the one you’d been staring at, one of many framed depictions of gruesome and mythical looking creatures. “I don’t blame you though, that one isn’t particularly my favorite. Pretty badass, though. Heh.” “Oh,” You shook your head, the oversized shades adorning your face sliding down the bridge of your nose, “No, I’m not afraid of it. I like it. It must have taken forever though.”

You turned your attention to her again, admiring how realistic her feathers appeared. Painstakingly detailed and whoever was walking around the city with her on their body surely endured a generous amount of pain to get her.

And a large hole in their wallet.

“It took a ton of sessions, for sure. My boy did it a couple years ago.” The man, Argyle, as he’d introduced himself when you’d first walked into the shop, flipped his long black hair over his shoulder before he flipped to the next page of your portfolio. He let out a sound of appreciation as he leaned his weight on his elbow, hand resting over his mouth.

“This is good! This is really good!”

You lifted your chin to peer at the drawing he was fascinated with. Ah.

It was a drawing of the skeletal Grim Reaper, cloaked in a black robe and scythe clutched in one hand while his boney middle fingers stretched his eye socket holes down in an obvious taunt. A tongue, black and tendril like, lulled out of his mouth.

You thought it was pretty good, too. The idea for it had struck you at a party, you’d been hiding from an annoying suitor and ducked into an office room, doodling to your heart's content once you grew past your boredom.

You grinned, a feeling of giddiness beginning to bubble inside you.

“Listen, the DM’s out right now, running some errands. He should be back soon, can I hold onto this?” Argyle asked, gripping the sides of the binder and raising it as if you didn’t already know he was referring to your portfolio, “I think he’ll be pretty impressed with your stuff.” You fidgeted with your fingers, giddiness giving away to nerves once more. “Really? You think so?” Hope was something you hadn’t felt in a while; you’d been through exactly fourteen tattoo shops throughout the city, most of which you’d been rebuffed from before they so much as flipped open your portfolio, having already decided your particular aesthetic didn’t fit their image. They hadn’t verbalized as much, but you knew. You glanced down at your pink boots, already such a stark contrast to the black beams beneath your feet.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if you hadn’t made a wager with yourself, you could only go home once you’d accomplished your task of getting one of the shop owners to actually look at your work. While Argyle had made it clear he wasn’t the head honcho, he’d be passing it along.

“Yeah, man! This is some pretty legit stuff! I’ve been tatting, myself, for a couple years now, and I’m good–don’t wanna flex or nothing but I’m really good. Only it took a couple of years for me to actually get this good, you know? And I’m not even talking about on skin. You haven’t tattooed anyone before, right?” You thought back to when you had mentioned your art skill to a brief...something, he’d been intoxicated enough on expensive wine and your sangria kisses to encourage you to use the tattoo kit one of your friends had re-gifted you after her interest in the subject waned. You’d never particularly imagined yourself etching into people’s skin before, not even when she’d given you the supplies because she’d seen some of your doodles.

Thanks to her, a suit and tie you no longer spoke to, who made more money than you’ll ever see, was walking around with a secret under his briefs: a pair of shiny cherries on his left ass cheek.

It was no loss to you. Sure, he made money. Just not nearly enough for you to tolerate how aggressive he’d been with his affections as soon as he was sloshed. You’d given him the tattoo with his drunk pals cheering him on, went out to a very high standard club, then promptly ditched him the moment you were out of his sight. You hadn’t answered the door when he came pounding on it the next morning and the morning after that.

You’d originally had no intentions of using the tattoo equipment, until that encounter. It had planted a seed, an idea that may get you out of what you had to do to survive. Tattooing hadn’t been a passion, and it still wasn’t quite one but you needed money and you had talent.

“No,” You lied with a shake of your head, “I haven’t.”

“That’ll change soon,” he laughed, closing your binder as he leaned further over the glass counter. Your gaze briefly flickered to the jewelry it housed.

“You got a number we can reach you at?”

You’d scrawled the number of your landline down on the back of one of their business cards before Argyle could rethink his decision to pass your work along.

“Hopefully, we’ll see you soon!” He called out as you retreated towards the door.

God, I hope so.

The thought of a somewhat stable job that could help the pitiful state of your checking and savings account was the only thing powering you through your long walk home. You couldn’t risk a cab, that would mean you’d have no fare money for tonight, and who knows if you’d have to make a speedy exit?

You’d learned. Eventually.

Forty-five minutes later, you entered your apartment, sagging back against the door as you dropped your bag and kicked your shoes off, unconcerned as to where exactly they’d landed.

Sweat glistened over your skin, and unlike in that last tattoo shop, there was no air conditioning to cool you. You and Sid saved that for special occasions.

Instead, you opened the large window to the fire escape, obnoxious sounds of the city you called home filling the apartment.

It wasn’t much, but it was better. Next came the matter of your clothes, stuck in the most uncomfortable of ways to your flesh. Your tank top was peeled off and thrown over the couch, daisy dukes abandoned near the entryway of the small kitchen on your way to the bathroom.

A quick glance was spared behind you, taking in the state of your shared home. It was a mess and not even remotely surprising. The place was barely furnished with the essentials, all of which were secondhand: a couch, a coffee table with a sheet over it to hide the stains, one shelving unit, a rug and tapestries hung artfully on the walls for deception. They made the place look more put together than it was, but you’d love it even if it were still barren. A roof over your head in the city meant you didn’t have to return to the past you’d clawed your way out of..

The only thing worth much was the framed photo on the kitchen counter, and that was only in sentimental value. You and Sid, arms around each other’s shoulders as you sat in a booth at a shitty diner you’d tried upon first moving to the city. They’d taken your photo for being the 600th customer and tacked it to the wall.

You’d stolen it and had no regrets because you got to keep your memory and ended up getting food poisoning.

With a shrug, you entered the bathroom for a much needed scrub down and some disassociating. Your mess could wait.

─

Eddie was not in a great mood when he walked into the shop.

His jacket was clutched in a sweaty palm, rings twisting around the flesh of his fingers and his bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead, all the result of the walk from his fucking car to the shop door.

“Grumpy?” Argyle asked, amused with the clear annoyance on his face.

Eddie sneered, standing under the vent for a minute to cool down, “Triple digits. Triple fucking digits out there, man. You could shove a thermometer up the devil’s asshole and it’d be cooler than that.”

Once he’d solidified, he stalked past the front desk, threw his jacket onto the counter and picked up a stack of mail.

“Did I miss anything?” Eddie asked as he flipped through the envelopes, mostly junk.

“A couple of walk-ins. Nothing too major there, handled them myself. Simple stuff, one wanted a goldfish. Not like a detailed one, like how you’d try and draw a goldfish cracker. We did have a few who wanted a couple of advance pieces, got ‘em booked for consultations with Johnny boy and Rob.”

“Nice,” Eddie chuckled under his breath at the mental image of the goldfish tattoo, most likely an act of affection. Tattooing people who wanted to permanently carry reminders of their children was one of Eddie’s favorites to do, partially because of the sentiment but mostly because the drawings were amusing.

He’d just finished tossing out the junk mail when he reached for his jacket to hang it up properly and discovered it had been concealing something.

“What’s this?” Eddie asked as he lifted the slim red binder. Looked relatively new.

“Huh?” Argyle glanced up from the sketch he was working on, recognition flashing across his face, “Oh, yeah! We got a prospective new hire, someone dropped off their portfolio.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and heaved out a heavy sigh as his jacket was tossed aside yet again. He had nothing against other tattoo artists, but the last one he’d hired that hadn’t come from his friend group ended up nearly destroying the group.

Henry had been charming, good at his job and charismatic. Turns out, he’d also been a master manipulator and had a particularly abhorrent temper. Tensions had been high, heads were butting and fights had occurred—with a permanent reminder in the wall near the front entrance where a large hole had been punched through. Henry had to go.

Eddie wasn’t looking to repeat the situation.

“I think we’re good on artists around here–and put a reminder on the calendar for me to patch that damn crater up.”

“Well, it’s a good thing the artist isn’t a tattoo artist. Yet. I’d look at that portfolio first before making any decisions, if I were you. I think you’re gonna see the beginnings of something goooooood, and dude, you’ll be killing our fun if you fix it. Do you know how many glory hole jokes we tell?” Eddie ignored the latter half of Argyle’s statement, reluctantly flipping the portfolio open to the first page and annoyance began to associate itself with him once more.

A body, in a state of decomposition greeted him. But it wasn’t maggots or rotting flesh involved. Flowers grew out of the crevices, with moss and mushrooms over her skin. A lot of fine line work.

The next page was home to a bird-like creature with the body of a lion, a Griffin. Done in American Traditional.

A skinny, demonic looking goat with horns and legs long enough to belong to a horse, clouded eyes and wyvern wings was on the page after that. The Jersey Devil. Someone knew their Cryptids.

The portfolio contained a vast amount of drawings from horror depictions to more aesthetically pleasing visions; the hydra, skeletons, dragons, goddesses, respectable attempts at the modern Renaissance pieces, and even a couple of Barbie references, ranging in a variety of tattoo styles.

Eddie closed the portfolio and drummed his fingertips across the countertop, scowling.

That long haired doofus was right. This was beyond good work. But if they weren’t a tattoo artist, there wasn’t much Eddie could do with them. Drawing on paper is a much more different experience than skin. Mistakes can be erased on paper, the sketch done over again. Can’t do the same on flesh.

It’s intimidating.

They’d have to start off slow, like he had. Trained under a watchful eye, an expert who’d guide them with experienced hands. He was sure Jonathan and Robin would be eager to have an apprentice.

But before Eddie would even begin to entertain the idea of an apprentice in his shop, he’d have to see exactly what it was he was working with.

“Leave a number?” He asked without looking at Argyle because he knew he’d see nothing but a smug expression.

“Yup.”

“See if you can get him back in the shop tomorrow.”

“Why not today?”

“Because I have a session for the rest of the day, remember?”

“Oh, yeah! I forgot.” Argyle’s grin was sheepish as he read off the calendar. “Stacy Peterson called. Car troubles. Unable to make it to appointment with Eddie. Rescheduled. Heh. So…you also missed that.”

“I’ll strangle you later, just get him in here then.”

Argyle opened his mouth, then closed it as an expression that said I know something you don’t crossed his strong features. “Righty-O, boss. I’ll give him a call.”

You’d been lounging in the bathtub, hair up and out of the way, eyeing the grooves of the shower tile. They were a permanent taunt, stained dark no matter how hard you and Sid scrubbed and you hated the sight of them.

People with money didn't have to stare at them, able to afford to have them professionally cleaned or the shower wall—the entire bathroom renovated.

Someday, that would be you.

You sunk further into the water, toeing at the faucet when the shrill sound of the landline filled your more than humble home. The thought of simply letting it ring played in your head until you remembered the tattoo shop you’d visited last.

Hastily rising from the tub, water was splashed along the floor while you did a terrible job of drying off and ran naked the rest of the way to the living room, almost slipping as you did.

The receiver was yanked off its post, “Hello?”

“What’s up, Dudette? Argyle calling, dunno if you remember me from earlier…”

“Yeah! From the tattoo shop, right?”

“Right-O! Listen, The Dungeon Master is in and he wants to see if you can get down here to show him what you got. Possible?”

“Yeah, it’ll be no problem!” You’d have to run most of the way but street traffic around this time wasn’t that bad so you wouldn’t have to fight your way through bodies.

“Cool, cool, cool. And between you and me, this is pretty much the interview process. Good luck, dudette, and may the force be with your tattie skills. I’ll see you when you get here!”

As soon as you’d hung up, you ran to your room to get dressed. You didn’t have much of a wardrobe, but it wasn’t high on your list of priorities considering you and Sid practically shared one. Another tank top was selected—to mitigate sweating on your way to your interview—along with a gifted pink thong and matching bra. You’d snagged your Daisy Dukes from the floor on your way out, shimmied them on, grabbed your small bag and keys and headed out.

The selection of attire was a good one, the heat was still stupidly unbearable and heavy. You’d need to wash off again tonight. You’d managed to make it to the shop in under twenty-five minutes, having ignored all the looks you’d received as you hurried along the streets and the feeling of the air conditioner on your skin was a welcome one when you made your way back into the shop.

Argyle greeted you with a bright grin from his place behind the counter, throwing up his hands, “You made it! One sec.”

Then he turned his upper body to call into an area you couldn’t quite see into, “Oh, Eddie boy! Your prospect has arrived.”

You hadn’t cared to entertain ideas on what your potential boss could look like, all you were concerned about was the position and getting your foot in the door. Even if you had tried to imagine him, nothing could have prepared you for the actual sight of him when he emerged.

He was big, tall and cloaked in black, despite the heat of the city. He wore what you figured had once been a black t-shirt but was now lacking sleeves and a proper neck hem to be considered a makeshift tank. His pants were shiny leather and also tight, hugging the muscles of his thighs, and he sported a dark pair of pointed boots.

He wasn’t particularly muscular enough to be the body builder type, but it looked like he could probably pick another grown man up with ease. His skin had a light tan to it, barely anything really, just like everyone else, he obviously couldn’t escape the sun. It was littered with intricate tattoos, weaving up his arms—a few you could tell disappeared under his shirt—and his neck.

The word freak was permanently etched in black ink along his temple and over his eyebrow. Two silver balls decorated his other eyebrow.

Leaning up against the back wall like that, arms crossed to make the muscles of his arms bulge slightly and oozing confidence, he looked like the personification of some really good sex.

But he wasn’t what you were seeking out and you didn’t like to mix business with pleasure.

Eddie was caught completely off guard, trying to school his shock and keep his composure.

When he’d seen that portfolio, he was expecting someone with jagged edges, piercings galore and more than just a couple of tattoos to be behind it and standing in the entryway of his shop.

Someone who looked like their art.

You…didn’t. With your little pink cowboy boots, tank top that accentuated your figure and shorts so small, they should’ve been considered a form of underwear, you didn’t look at all similar to what Eddie was expecting. Not even if he closed his eyes.

You didn’t waste time, quickly introducing yourself as you stepped up to the front desk and Eddie pulled himself from his stupor, closing the distance to shake your palm. Smaller than his (though most were) and slightly sweaty, no doubt due to that god forsaken heat outside.

Eddie could see bits of your hair sticking to your skin, little beads of sweat prickling over your exposed collarbone and trailing down, down between your─

“Thank you for taking the time to even look at my portfolio! I really appreciate it.”

Eddie blinked hard, clearing his throat before smirking to pretend he hadn’t been drawn in by your chest.

What the fuck was wrong with him all of a sudden?

He’d had plenty of beautiful clients, he’d tattooed nice asses, tits, pubic regions, thighs, all the beautiful areas. Now all of a sudden he was acting like he’d never seen a pair of tits before.

Hell, Eddie had been thoroughly busy with a pair, held them in his hands before he came into the shop.

Professionalism, he reminded himself.

“Not a problem, what I see—saw was pretty impressive,” Nice save, Eddie, you dick. He cursed himself, “You adapt well to different styles.”

“Thanks!” You chirped, excitement filling you at the praise. It was so nice to hear positive feedback about your work instead of being sent out of a shop before they so much as opened your binder. “I like to experiment with different styles, see what it is that people like so much about them and honestly, it’s mostly because I haven’t quite found my art style just yet.”

Hence your range, you were constantly expanding with your art because you hadn’t found one style you wanted to make yours yet. Or maybe you had and just didn’t know it yet. Whatever.

Eddie and Argyle exchanged a look before he stepped back and nodded in the direction he came, “Why don’t you follow me? Show me what you can do?”

You didn’t hesitate, stepping past the front desk.

There was more artwork lining the short hall he took you down until you arrived at another room, obviously one meant for actual tattooing as there was a tattoo chair in the middle of the room.

On one of the counters, was an area already prepped for you. A tattoo gun, some ink, and some obviously fake skin that rested on top of a disposable sheet cloth, along with some gloves.

“Argyle tells me you haven’t worked on skin before.”

Sure you haven’t.

“Not a whole lot of people lining up to get tattooed by someone with no experience,” you shrugged, following him over to the counter he was leaning up against.

“You’re hanging around the wrong crowd then.” He joked and you let out a small laugh.

He had no idea how right he was.

“The first tattoos I ever got were from inexperienced people. This one,” he gestured to a Wyvern on the back of his arm, “I got my junior year of high school from a waitress at a bar I always snuck into.”

��And this one,” he yanked the tattered collar of his shirt down to expose more ink, but the one he was referring to was a spider, “I got my first senior year from someone I did…business with.”

First senior year? Eddie was proving to be an interesting character.

“But enough about me,” Eddie released his shirt, allowing it to hide the artwork depicted on his chest, “let’s get down to business.”

Before he could even explain what everything was, you dropped your purse onto the counter nearby, pulling a small box of unopened gloves from it.

“You mind?” You asked, fingers poised to rip it open.

“Go for it,” He shrugged. Gloves were gloves, so long as they were uncontaminated he didn’t mind.

You tore into them and Eddie was still somehow surprised to see they were pink. Clearly his black ones weren’t your style.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked as you pulled the gloves on. Eddie watched you, intrigued as you finished assembling the tattoo gun without his help and opened the ink pack.

“Sure,” He mused, eyeing you skeptically. Hadn’t tattooed anyone but you were clearly familiar with it. Interesting.

“Did your tattoos hurt?”

Eddie waited until after you’d started the tattoo gun and got into working on the fake flesh. Apparently you already had an idea in mind.

“A bit of an amateur question, you don’t have one?”

“Nope.” You confirmed, paying him no mind as you leaned forward, gaze focused solely on your task, “I kind of want one but I’m not in any particular rush, you know?”

Eddie made a sound of agreement, at a brief loss of words as you arched your back, ass sticking out and he became painfully aware you were wearing a hot pink thong, the tails of it peaking out past the top of your denim shorts. He should’ve offered you a seat but you didn’t seem all that bothered with standing.

No, that was apparently his foil, because he was incredibly bothered by you standing, especially with your ass out like that; when it made his pants tighten considerably in his crotch region.

He was getting hard.

Eddie was mortified, stiffening (go figure) as he attempted to calm himself, eyes darting away from your ass to stare at one of the cabinets. Of course this had to happen to him on the day he chose to wear a pair of pants that left little to the imagination should the boy downstairs start acting up.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

“Hurts, depending on the area, which I’m sure you already know. The tattoos on my back and my thighs hurt pretty bad. Forearms were a bitch, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The ones on my wrists and hands were the worst, pain wise, in my opinion. Obviously it didn't stop me, but those tend to be areas with a lot of bones, veins and very little muscle, so it’s expected.”

You hummed in response and his gaze briefly flittered over to you before his cock pulsed and he tore it away again, grateful your attention wasn’t on him.

The remainder of the ‘session’ was spent in relative silence with the music playing through the speakers installed throughout the shop, keeping it from being awkward. Eddie had just managed to will his erection away when you finished, setting down the gun before you pulled your gloves off.

“What do you think?” You asked, still admiring your work and Eddie peered around you to assess it.

A wyvern, similar to the one on his arm but done in a fine line style.

He chuckled, amused with your reference and you fought valiantly with yourself not to grin. You were trying to impress him, sticking with a subject he liked enough to make it a part of him permanently, but you hadn’t imitated the style of it to keep from downright copying and to showcase your ability to adapt.

“That’s pretty good,” And it was, not a whole lot of people could get lines that perfect or seem as confident in their abilities on their first try. Still, Eddie could tell you’d have some ways to go before you were ready to be on your own, “but you can do better.”

You tried not to frown, “Oh.”

Eddie smirked and you finally turned to face him, apprehension on your face.

“Don’t look so down. After some time around here, watching us work, you’ll be ready. The apprenticeship will fly by in no time.”

“Wait—you mean—you want me?!”

“I’d be stupid not to.”

You let out a squeal and threw yourself at him, giving him a quick squeeze before your brain caught up to your body and you pulled away.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m just so excited.”

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his body away from you and rasped out, “Argyle will have the paperwork for you to fill out.”

“Got it,” You grabbed your bag and was just about to head out of the room when Eddie called your name, “Huh?”

“Be back at the same time tomorrow. You’ll be practicing on real skin.”

“But I thought you said—”

“Me.”

Something in you bubbled with excitement and nerves.

You nodded once and then left the room to see Argyle for your paperwork.

“So?????” Argyle asked once you’d approached him, a sullen look on your face.

You couldn’t keep the act up, beaming as you practically bounced, “I’ll be seeing you around more often now!”

He whooped, extending an arm out for a high-five which you reciprocated.

“You are gonna love it here, Dudette. Just wait until you meet everyone! First, we gotta start on your employment.”

Your brows furrowed as you watched him go through a filing cabinet.

“Wait—this is paid?”

“Yeah! We’re not big on slave labor here.”

Score for you! You had a feeling you wouldn’t be clocking a ton of hours but every single penny counted, especially considering how hard of a time you had actually building a savings account.

Argyle had walked you through the paperwork, where to sign, what things meant and since the shop was getting ready to close up you’d simply just bring the completed paperwork back with you tomorrow.

The door chimed behind you and you turned to see who could be coming in at the last minute, eyes widening at the voluptuous woman before you. Her hair was long and jet black, skin pale (apparently one person in this city was capable of defying the sun) and make-up done so elegantly it reminded you of actresses from the silver screen era. Her dress was simple, black and hugged her curves exceptionally well. You could tell it was worth more than everything in your apartment combined and you’d feel bad about it if you also couldn’t tell she was older than you.

You’d have time to get there.

“Hey, Deidre.”

“Hello, Argyle.” She gave the both of you a dazzling smile as she removed her sunglasses and walked right past Argyle, down the hall you’d come from.

He didn’t even look surprised and paid her no real attention.

“We’ll see you soon?”

“Damn straight.”

Argyle let out another cheer as you walked out the door with high spirits. Not even the nasty, hot air could get you down.

You’d climbed up the stone steps until you reached the sidewalk and glanced behind you at the neon sign depicting the name of the tattoo shop you’d now be working at.

“Welcome to The Dungeon,” You mumbled to yourself with a smile.

You turned back to the sidewalk, staring down at the pathway you’d have to take before you thought better of it, sticking your fingers into your mouth to give a sharp whistle.

It caught the attention of a cab driver down the street, and you gave him your address when he’d pulled up and you’d hopped in, ready to prepare for tonight's plans. You deserved a little break, after all, you were one step closer to securing the future of your dreams.

Eddie sagged against the counter once you’d left the room, scowling down at the bulge that had reappeared in his pants when you’d hugged him.

Why his body was suddenly acting like he was a horny teenager again, he had no idea.

He wasn’t about to do anything about it, though. Not when you’d be hanging around the shop for the foreseeable future. Eddie didn’t get involved with his employees. He’d worked in a couple of shops where he’d witnessed that occur and it always ended in a mess. Not a good kind.

He busied himself with cleaning up, tossing away the supplies you’d used and storing your first piece of work. It’d be nice for you to look back at once your apprenticeship was over. When Eddie had nothing else to clean, he sighed and rubbed at his eyelids.

Platonic. Professional. God, if he couldn’t keep his dick in check, he’d be in a world of trouble. You’d be trouble.

“Need a hand?”

Eddie snapped around, relieved to see it was just Deidre. Explaining why he had a boner to anyone else wasn’t something he was keen on doing. In fact, he probably wouldn’t be telling her exactly why, either.

Taking her up on her offer, however, was something he would eagerly do.

“Are you offering yours?”

She laughed, setting her purse down on the counter where your bag had been just a few minutes ago, and walked right up to Eddie, her body pressed against his and grinding onto him as the older woman slid her arms around his shoulders.

“Mmm, not just my hand.”

All Eddie knew next was the taste of her red lipstick.

#*making aggressive grabby hands* I NEED HIM NOW #fic rec #i love my moots

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ccaptain · 8 months ago

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s'cuse me: your kaeya and wrio make me do this each and every time i see them pop up on my dash. we recently became moots but man oh man, am i mad that we didn't become moots sooner!!!!!!! your portrayal of kaeya is so spot on that i can literally hear him speaking when i read the speech dialogue in something you've written - i love seeing you on my dash, i love all of your headcanons, and i absolutely cannot wait to delve into more things with you soon! i am making grabby hands at you!!!!!!! okay love you, mwah<3

POPS LIKE A LITTLE BALLOON SCREAMING -- @ofluminance

I CAN ONLY OFFER U THIS CUTE KAEYA FOR U BEING SO SWEET ;-;

no but like you're genuinely so nice??? all the time????? im glad we became moots and i want to gently hug lumine......... kaeya wants too and once i get to our thread with the flower crown its OVER for u

#ofluminance #ue ue ue...... melts and cries

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artisplatters · 25 days ago

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@gummy-axolotl my dearest moot you cannot just drop this and then not share the OC

*makes grabby hands* gimme

#if you're cool with sharing ofc

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sillykittyco · 2 years ago

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moots i am making grabby hands at yall i am sorry for not posting a lot my mental health has just been AUGH anywayyyy im about to probs argue w/ a homophobic and transphobic guy about otherkin identitys, wish me luck B) anyway, hru all?

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triassictriserratops · 7 months ago

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Ficback Friday

Ao3 Bookmark Tag Game Tagged by: @mollywog Template below for easy copy/paste. (Also, i'm only doing this with my Triserratops account. I have others but those are in super mega hiding. They're in witness protection because they have seen some SHIT)

Total number of bookmarks: 183

What was your first bookmark: Tactical Surrender by @destiniesfic (Sep 27, 2018) This is, to this day, my absolute favorite Reylo fic in existence. I STILL reread it frequently and it makes me absolutely FERAL. (Looking at my bookmark, I have it tagged as "What if Beauty and the Beast Was a Porno" and, honestly? That about sums it up.

What is your most recent bookmark: The Flatshare by @absnow (Apr 4, 2024) Absolutely ADORBS and I spent WEEKS yelling in the group chats about it with every update. AND THE PEETA POV CHAPTER?????? GRABBY HANDS... (@absnow, I wouldn't, like, hate you or anything if you chose to write more from his POV...)

Sort bookmarks by ‘date updated’ and share the oldest: Ashes and Flame (Every You and Every Me) by @freneticfloetry (Feb 17, 2011) It's her only Everlark fic and it's a oneshot but it's SO ABSOLUTELY GOOD. And I also know that I have some moots that are rabid about Bucky on 911 right now and I think she has some works you'd enjoy. ;)

Pick a bookmark to share: I'm going to cheat and pick my two faves because I love them so much and you absolutely need to read both of these! Us Among the Living by @vasilissadragomir Growing back together fic. It updates on Fridays and it's, in my mind, T H E Growing Back Together Fic of All Time. (OF ALL TIME) Everyone and their MOTHER should be reading it. (And their estranged, cool, bisexual aunt, and their second cousin twice removed, and their neighbor that they share a backyard fence with, and their middle school bully whose parents were just going through a really hard divorce, and their dog who recently gained the ability to read.) Also, Maya is just the best and I am loves her? our little fires by @brimay There are two works in this series so far and one is currently ongoing. Hunger Games with a preexisting relationship between Katniss and Peeta. Jo does SUCH A GOOD JOB WITH THIS. Katniss and her love and devotion to Peeta is still so perfectly in character. Peeta is so REAL and fleshed out and has this strength in him that is almost overwhelming to see. And GALE. I LOVE her depiction of GALE. (I could say SO much more but I don't want to spoil anything, it's just THAT good. But if you DO read it, PLEASE message me so i can scream about it with you!

Tagging (as always, only participate if you would like to, no obligation. And even if I haven't tagged you, if you'd like to join - please have at! @xoheartsaurore, @thesweetnessofspring, @distractionsfromthefood, @gospacemermaid @mage-chocolate

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Ficback Friday

Ao3 Bookmark Tag Game

Total number of bookmarks: 165

What was your first bookmark: Thicker Than Blood by AnnieOakley1 (Aug 3, 2022)

What is your most recent bookmark: The Flatshare by absnow (Mar 24, 2024)

Sort bookmarks by ‘date updated’ and share the oldest: Each Blessed Hour Brings Sixty of ‘Em by Mithrigil (2011)

Pick a bookmark to share: Every Time I Choose You by endlessnightlock -> Everlark, This Would Have Happened Anyway featuring Katniss threatening Mrs. Mellark 🩶

Tagging: @rainymyx @waywardangel-wilds @triassictriserratops @pinwheelwhirl @youreyesholdgalaxies @realmermaid333 @kehlana-wolhamonao3 anyone who’d like to play!

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time-to-nuke · 3 years ago

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It's taking every ounce of willpower in my to not re-dive back into crown arg. Send some help B')

#mayhaps crown may fit #im quaking in my boots rn #crown arg moots who're still around idk whether i want you to convince me to rejoin or convince me to NOT rejoin #im a dream stan now itd be wild getting into the arg again #prob too much to catch up on tho #the nostalgia hits and i miss it sm #having flashbacks to my grabby hands emoji and fanart-making /pos

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pottahishotasf · 3 years ago

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𓆩 The Very Same 𓆪

James Potter x Fem!reader Requested By ▻ My lovely moot @slut4benbarnes Summary ▻ "My love for you has been the very same ever since you agreed to go out with me." Warning(s) ▻ Suggestive smut, but not explicit, Harry being a Mama's boy and James feeling a little bit left out. Word Count ▻ 1.6k+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

It isn't a secret that Harry is a Mama's boy. The first and complete word that came out of his mouth other than blabbering or mumbling is "Mama".

The way his eyes would lit up whenever he sees you. Constantly mumbling 'Mama' even though James is the one carrying him with one arm as he continues with his unfinished tasks.

But it didn't bother him or made him jealous one bit - maybe it did - maybe he did wanted the kind of relationship you have with Harry, but he cannot blame either - none of you.

Instead of complaining or being bitter about it like some would, he loves it - he loves the sight of you taking care of his child, being patient with him - and talk to him in that soothing voice of yours.

He does offer a helping hand - frequently - for you to have a quick rest, but each time he does you'll always kindly decline as the sight of your son - who has in fact, a tooth growing - widely smiles at you while doing the grabby hands which immediately turns you into complete awe.

All your stress about work = forgotten.

And now he has grown, he learned a lot of things from you, part of it from his dad too.

James have been incredibly busy with work and so you have to bring Harry with you to yours, James offered to pay a babysitter, but you refused and insisted on bringing him.

He just sighed, giving up - oh you're so fucking stubborn.

That alone almost caused an argument. The type when you give him the silent treatment until he just gives up and starts clinging to you as you try to keep yourself busy.

He doesn't care if he's exhausted from work, he'll still have the time and enough energy to satisfy your needs because you deserve it.

He would go under your work table and give you pleasure as Harry sleeps in the other room. Even when you're not in that terms, he would still kneel down and pleasure you - as your pleasure is always important to him.

'Til this day It feels like he has a crush on you even when you're both already married to each other.

Obviously, he's in love with you, but there's a difference with being in love and having a crush on someone.

He knows that people are gonna be confused and most often they reply with "Yeah, well she is your wife." That's what his friends said when he explained what he felt.

And he has a huge crush on you.

5 years you've been together. 5 years. And he still can't stop staring at you and thinking you're the most beautiful woman and when you stare back, he couldn't help but blush.

You make him giddy and nervous. Not in a bad way nervous, but in a I just want her to lean in and kiss me kinda way.

He has the urge that he cannot stop, which is to try and impress you and from his past attempts you just chuckled in response and assure him afterwards that it's fine and instead drown him with your love and affection as he has a big frown plastered on his face knowing that his friends will tease him about it.

Padfoot is the one always pointing it out - whenever he caught him blushing when he saw you enter the room or whenever you give him a kiss of sorts, caught him gazing at you from a far and blushes harder when you shoot him a smile.

It happens too often.

And when you go out to have a quick dinner while the others insists to take care of Harry, he finds himself struggling to find the perfect outfit because he wants to look just right, to add to that he spends forever fixing his messy hair until you come in the room and assure him once again that he looks incredibly hot.

He still couldn't believe you're his wife.

Wife, what a lovely way to call you, James Potter's Wife and for him to be known as your husband is nice. He loves it, that's an understatement.

***

"Here, you can play with these." you murmured giving Harry his toys to distract him - for you to get back to work.

Sighing, you sat comfortably - attempting once again to regain your attention back on the stack of papers in front of you and not on your son, who looks incredibly irresistible - adorable on his tiny suit which matched his father's.

You heard knocks on your door and before standing up and greet the person behind the fucking door, you cursed at yourself.

After making an effort on fixing your appearance, you opened the door to be met with your husband who is carrying multiple bags.

"Oh, hi love." you greeted.

"Hi."

"Oh, come in. come in." you said, awestruck after taking a couple of seconds for yourself to scan your husband, who looks neat - hot to say the least with his suit and new haircut - the smell of aftershave past through your nose when he entered.

"What's that for?"

"The what?"

"I have loads of questions running through my head at this very moment, but the bags - what are they for?"

"Oh - these are for lunch and I bought you some of your favorites, so you can hide it here? for you to snack on?" he stumbled upon his words as he explained, looking down on his shoes.

You held your hand out in an attempt to take his face onto your palm which he quickly responded by nuzzling on it, you tilt his head to make him look at you "You didn't have to."

His face was so close to yours that you can smell his minty breath, and then the next thing you know - he was leaning towards you and with you doing the same, your lips met onto one of those passionate kisses you give each other every given free time.

He slowly placed the bags on the floor without pulling away and scraped his palm down your waist then on your ass to carry you and sat you on your desk.

You heard shuffling and pulled away from James.

"Mama." Harry beamed as he excitedly shows you his toys, you pulled completely away from James and stood up to go to Harry.

James snatched your wrist "Wait." he mumbled pulling you back to him and wiped the lipstick that stained the corners of your lips to which you smiled at, because the stains on his lips were more evident than yours, you took your turn to do the same thing and gave him a last peck before picking your son up.

"You wanna eat? Dada brought lunch." You said, booping his nose and scrunched yours when he copied your actions.

***

As Harry chews on his food, you peered at your husband who is seated in front of you, staring into space, looking like he's deep in his thoughts.

He hasn't touched his food because the entire time, he just kept taking glances at you as you fed Harry and talk to him with a mellifluous voice - it sounded so similar to how his mother would talk to him when he was a child - the kind of gentleness that makes him feel at home and he wanted to burst into tears. Tears of joy.

***

Shooting him a confused expression, you mouthed "what?". He shook his head and began eating his meal.

After you successfully made Harry sleep on your arms, you twist around to face your husband "I'll be right back." You whispered, going to the direction of Harry's room to which you set him down the bed and let him peacefully sleep.

You came back with a glass of water in your hand, "Are you okay?" you asked, sitting on the couch - far enough for you to have a complete view of his stiff form.

"Oh yes. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, do you want to talk about it?"

He sighed, his body going limp - the space between you didn't sat right with him, so he tapped the spot beside him.

Getting the hint, you placed the glass on the coffee table and sat beside him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest and made yourself comfortable.

"Do you find it ridiculous when I try to impress you?" He suddenly ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

You pulled your head from his chest to peer up at him, trying to meet his eyes "No. I think it's sweet." You paused, "I never wanted to get married in the first place - I was scared of my partner falling out of love with me, but you still treat me like the first time we dated."

"And I thank you for that." You continued.

His eyes finally made contact with yours, it looked like he was in the verge of tears "You don't know how in love I am with you and believe it or not I still have a huge - massive crush on you. I'm not one to make promises, but I will do my best to make you happy while you're still with me."

"My love for you has been the very same ever since you agreed to go out with me." He then added as an afterthought.

You smiled at the confession before going to rest your head against his chest and listen to the thump of his heartbeat, the faint sound of the rain hitting the glass of your windows along with the sound of comfortable silence between the two of you.

A/n: okay... So I wrote this one first because I LOVE LOVE THE IDEA AND HAD THE MOTIVATION TO DO SO... and also there's a part where it mentions suggestive content so please I'm sorry I can't help it... And I added a bit if angst. AGAIN THANK YOU TO @slut4benbarnes FOR REQUESTINGGG!!

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!!

@maelycious @slvtfor-gingerpubes @lilmissquackson @kimorna @anordinarymuse @honeygarfield @raajali3

#this is inspired by a reddit story time thingy cuz it's so fucking adorable.#james fleamont potter #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james & peter & remus & sirius #marauders era #marauders fluff #marauders imagine #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #marauders x reader #marauders angst #the marauders #marauders #harry potter fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter angst

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silentmoths · 2 years ago

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The Meow

Just a funny little drabble based off a convo I had w some of my lovely moots about habitually meowing at significant others to get them to do what you want/ summon them.

Zhongli x Reader

Sfw, fluff, just kinda domestic as hell 800 words, not proofread

Zhongli is a man of elegance, of grace and splendour. He holds himself to a high degree, and the rest of Liyue has acknowledged that.

And then, there was you.

“Mrrrrrrow”

The consultant looks up from his book, eyebrow raised. What on earth?

“Mmmmmmmmrrrrrow!”

His brows furrow as he sits up from his spot lounging on the couch, the strange meowing coming from the direction of your shared bedroom.

“MMMmrmrmrmrmrrrrrow!”

Ok, why on earth were you meowing?

Placing his book upon the coffee table, he rises from his place and floats down the corridor, poking his head into the bedroom, half expecting to find you meowing at some feline at the window, but there was no such creature; there was just you, still clad in nothing but a light sleep top and panties, staring at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

“Yes darling? Why on earth are you meowing?” He inquires, feeling his heart soften just slightly at the way you giggle and roll onto your back, reaching your arms out at him and making the titular ‘grabby hand’ motion that signalled you wanted affection. Something he happily obliges, perching on the end of the bed and leaning down to press a kiss to your nose. “This does not answer my question, if you wanted me, you need only call my name, little love.”

“I know, but I didn’t wanna, so I meowed instead, it worked!”

Zhongli sighs, shaking his head with a soft chuckle “I suppose it did, but you are not a cat darling, as feline as you may seem at times.”

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“Mrow! Meeeeeooooow! Mrrrrrow!”

“What are you hungry for, darling?”

He watches as you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners as you attempt to hide your smile behind your hand.

“Oh? And what is so amusing to you, darling?” He asks as he peeks over the top of the fridge door.

“You’re getting used to it.” You point out “the meowing.”

“I most certainly am not.” he scoffs, shutting the door and placing the ingredients for lunch on the counter.

“Then how did you know I was hungry?”

This makes him stop as he reaches for the knife.

Surely it was just timing, nothing more…he was not used to the tonal shift of your funny little calls, absolutely not.

“It is nearing lunch time, it was simply an observation.” he huffs, which only makes her giggle again.

“Sure it is, Li, sure it is.” you tease, trotting up to him and pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Perhaps I should get you an actual cat to meow at then.” He mutters under his breath, a mistake.

“Can we? Can we can we can weeeee?” You squeal, all but bouncing around him like an excited child. Zhongli swallows hard, what a mistake, suggesting a pet…

“Maybe one day, love, but not right now.” He does his best to let you down gently, and hates the way you wither at the denial, the sad tilt of your eyebrows and especially the pouting face, all wide eyes and jutted lip that made him want to throw down the celery he was slicing and carry you off to the shelter that instant, but this apartment had a strict no-pets policy, and he would not break that, no matter how insistent you were that you could definitely sneak a cat into the building.

“Mrrrrrm…” with a single, sad chirp, he watches as you slink back off into the bedroom.

It’s only temporary, he knows this, he knows some good food and a long cuddle will set your wilting mood straight once more.

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He has not been trained to respond to the meow, he absolutely has not.

“Mrooooooow!!”

Zhongli sighs, looking up from his paperwork with a fond smile, there, peeking into his office from the doorway, you are, staring at him with big eyes and a small, shy smile.

“Have I been cooped up in my office too long?” He asks, you nod “And you want attention?”

Another nod has him chuckle and stand, moving around his desk and scooping you up into his arms on his way out, revelling in the small giggle the action receives.

“Why do you keep meowing anyway, darling?” He finds himself asking as he flops down onto the couch and pulls you close, letting your limbs tangle with his, your cheek resting against his chest.

“S’fun…and it works, doesn't it?” you murmur “You know when I’m hungry, when I’m sad, when I want attention, and I don’t have to say anything.”

Well…damn. You were right, in the time you’d been meowing at him, he had come to learn exactly what every little vocalisation meant, the subtle differences in tone and volume that could tell him everything he needed to know without an actual word ever needing to be said.

“You have trained me…” he mutters, staring up at the ceiling with a furrowed brow. “I cannot believe you have trained me to respond to…meowing.”

From your spot on his chest, you chuckle, shuffling up just a little to kiss at his chin. “You love it.”

“hm…It? Not so much. You however? Yes, very much so.”

Taglist: @stygianoir @meimeimeirin @ainescribe @dustofthedailylife @theheartshaker @rjssierjrie

#Silentmothwrites #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin

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ethel-stuff · 1 year ago

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RAAAAAAAH, you're gonna make me cry Wither, thank u smmm ;w; I may have 100 followers but i treasure each and every single one of them, it means a lot that ive gotten this far :,> <3 ANYWAYS WiTHER, you're such a sweet and kind person and u always make me smile, i get so utterly happy and joyful when i see that you've posted, everything about you is perfection <3333 /p /pos /gen

now to tag some moots >:] *inhale*

@chaireem Y O U. BSIFVDJC i cannot express how lovely you are as a person, you're such a kind and goofy goober like oml and your art?!?!?! idk how you do it, but you use saturated colours so well its like- wOah everything about your art is just- incredible and idk how to describe it if you're not famous then like- ima explode. /pos

@niqhtmeep *grabby hands* IF YOU AINT FAMOUS THEN IDK WHO IS i fr love your artstyle with every fibre of my being, i am fr stalking the art channels in the Celestial Idiots server, w a i t i n g, you are fr such a goofy goober and you're so energetic (from what i can tell aha :,D) i just love your general presence, ANYWAYS MUCH LUB FOR U /p

@eleanmerr hHEHehHEHEH NIGHTY. ELEAN. Y O U, if u aint famous then um- i will personally destroy Tumblr and tear it to pieces /hj you have such a goofy and lovely way of shading, it just- idk how you do it fr and you're such a lovely and goofy person to talk to, like this morning lmao, anyways you're just incredible!!! *chucks lub at you* /pos /p

@nicmares404 Lucky last MuahHAH >:DDDD idk if you're famous or not but i can only assume lollol, AnYWAYS, i love your art style so so much, its so cartoony or- comic like! /pos and i love it with every part of my body, dont get me started on the colours you use- like WoAHH, you use colour in such a nice way that its so appealing to look at fr. /pos

ANYWAYS ima shushy now cause i'm kinda ill and should also do my homework- ;w;' also very srry if you have already been tagged!

I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.

My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw

#reblog #lovely moots #moots #<3!#you guys are so incredible #and again #thank you Witherrrr!!!! <333333 /p #means a lot <3 ;w;

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jeiji · 3 years ago

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hello jeiji!! your blog is so cute aaaa i checked your about me and we have so much in common i'm kinda excited >///< (can we be moot?)

i would like to request for iwaizumi hajime and semi eita on how they react (is that the right word?) towards their s/o who's a ball of energy and chaotic?

take care always love 💜

topic : fluff !

featuring : iwaizumi, semi, sakusa, atsumu

warnings : soft babies alert !!

a/n : omg hi baby, ofc we can be moots<333 and this is especially 4 you <3 AND AHH WE HAVE THE SAME STYLED PFP OMGG<333

❥ IWAIZUMI chuckles softly as you adorably chase after birds. he quietly sits on a bench watching you, laughing at how easily you get entertained. you suddenly look around, searching for your boyfriend, and soon you locked eyes. grinning widely, you run towards him at full speed, knowing what was coming, he stood up and steadied himself as you launched your body at him. catching you in his arms, he stumbled a bit before you both broke out in laughter. “ jesus, woman, how am i ever gonna keep up with you? ” he chuckles, laying a soft kiss on your forehead. “ you say that as if im a chore, haji, hmph. ” you whined, earning another kiss, but instead of it being on your forehead, the kiss was placed on your lips. melting into his touch, you forgave him almost instantly. pulling away for air, your eyes lit up. “ i love you. ” you say, catching iwa by surprise, but he smiles, “ i love you more. ”

❥ SEMI never knew how to explain his love for your chaotic personality. he just loved how much joy you bring into his life simply by just being there. he snorts loudly witnessing you clumsily fall, while you played with a stray cat. you giggle at his reaction, and continued to play with the stray. this is another thing he loved about you. the smiles and laughs you brought him just made his life better altogether. “ eita! come here, theres an ice cream truck parked! ” you yelled, running towards him. he laughs again before getting up. you link your arm around his bicep before walking towards the ice cream truck. “ babe? ” eita calls out. “ yes, love? “ you respond, resting your head on his arm. “ im lucky to have you in my life, aren’t i? ” he says, smiling to himself. “ shut up eita, its ME who’s lucky to have you. “ you giggle. the bickering goes on until finally, you get your ice creams.

❥ SAKUSA was always the quiet type, so when you came into his life, he never knew how much things would change. “ OMI, I BOUGHT YOU SOME MORE HAND SANITIZER!! THEY WERE ON SALE, AND THEY HAD ALL OF YOUR FAVORITE SCENTS! I BOUGHT LIKE ONE OF EACH! ” you say excitedly. handing him all of the sanitizers you bought. he stands there in awe as you rant about how you stayed in line just to get these for him. “ anyways, the employees thought i was obsessed with them, but like, they aren’t wrong, i decided to keep one of the hand sanitizers that you usually use, because then it’ll remind me of you no matter where im at! “ you rambled. his heart swells, eventually causing him to pull down his mask give you a kiss. “ so ye- mmhph- ” as his lips laid on yours, you reciprocated his gesture, wanting to stay like this forever. “ sorry.. i had to.. ” he mumbles, quietly. “ do it again. ” you whispered, pulling him closer to you.

❥ ATSUMU was laughing hysterically as he watched you trip and fall everywhere after spinning around in circles for about 10 minutes. “ ‘TSUMMM, IM DIZZYY. ” you whine, making grabby hands, signalling him to come get you. “ alright alright ma baby, ya bein’ so cute right now ” he remarked, still trying to control his giggling. “ ‘tsum, stop being a meanie. ” you pout, disliking his laughter. “ fine fine, am sorry, angel ” he says. his smile made you grin. yeah, this is where you wanted to be. in his arms, in his life<3.

#🤍SIGNED BY JEIJI #🤍UNSENT LETTERS #🤍YOUR HEART JEIJI #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi eita x you #semi eita x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n

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eunjidrabbles · 3 years ago

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Stay

(I have been in a very Handong mood lately. I blame my twitter moots.)

Warnings: None

Word count: About 1.7k words

Handong has her very defined style and tastes when it came to practically everything. The only exception she has given would be to your “acceptable” hoodies that she has stolen from your wardrobe that stood out very clearly from her own set of wardrobe she has kept over at your place that you have refused to touch. The tastes directly translates over to the way she held herself in public, and also over to the shows that she would like to watch whenever it was movie night. You’d usually just go along with her choices and sometimes you’d end up enjoying whatever your girlfriend would put on. In exchange, Handong would let you set the place up and pick up snacks for the both of you.

At the start of the relationship, it was rocky to get Handong to understand that although you were from two different worlds, you didn’t want your talented and rich girlfriend to just throw money into your life so you didn’t need to struggle your way up in life. You had stood firm that you wanted to live based off of your own efforts, and had threatened to leave if she wouldn’t understand it. It took a promise from you to her that if you really were to need help that you wouldn’t hesitate to seek her out first to work things out. You understood that she grew up and lived her life in luxury, but also understood her concern and care she directed towards you, although not so in the way you wanted to. It took a while for her to not be using her wealth and connections to make life easier for you, but she slowly grew to understand that what you needed was her to be by your side and her encouragement for you to walk on.

It had become a custom for you to have stay in movie nights with your girlfriend twice a month at least in exchange for the occasional dinner date where Handong would happily dress you up and swoop you to her favorite restaurants with names you probably can’t even pronounce properly or even heard of due to prices that would send you into a panic. You would have decisions over the movie dates other than the movie itself, and your girlfriend would have the decisions over your dinner dates. Cuddling up happily in a blanket cocoon, you weren’t exactly focused on what was on the screen, but rather letting yourself be amused by Handong’s reaction to the show. You had always told her that she could easily become anything she wanted to, including an actor or even a singer, but she had always insisted that inheriting her family’s business meant a lot to her. Of course the perks of having the family wealth running directly into her account was a plus, but from what she had told you one date night out on a rooftop dinner with a magnificent view of the rest of the city, it was way more than that. You could remember how much more you fell in love with her as she talked through the night and bared everything on her mind out to you. Handong might have been lucky and born into a rich family, but she had worked hard to proof herself to them.

Your thoughts were cut short when the smile on Handong’s face dropped and there was just this sudden darkness that loomed across the both of you. Blinking blankly, your girlfriend looked down at you with a confused look before back up at the screen, and back down at you once again. “Is there a power trip?” Finally tearing your eyes away from your girlfriend, you took the time to observe around you.

Silently staring at the black screen, you suddenly could hear chatters coming around around the block which confused you. Lifting your head off of your girlfriend's shoulders, she sent you a pointed look at the confusion in your eyes. Scrambling up off the blanket and opening the warm cocoon, you quickly pressed a kiss to Handong's cheeks before explaining as you fast walked over to your fridge. "I don't hear the humming noise." Opening it up, you sighed when no light greeted you and pulled your phone out of your pocket to hope for the best. Shifting aside some bottled drinks, you placed your hand near the vent to feel no cool air emitting from it and groaned as you slammed shut the fridge door with a little more force than needed. A pair of curious eyes watched you the entire time as you made your way to your front door and opened it to take a peek out. What surprised you was that several other familiar faces also had their heads poking out their barely opened front doors as they confirmed their suspicions. When they noticed you, they gave a chuckle collectively. "You too?" Not waiting for you to give a reply, they shrugged and nudged towards the upper floors. "Seems like the whole building got hit. Hope you've got some candles at the ready. I have some extra if you need." Shaking your head and muttering a thanks, you closed the door and let out a long sigh. You knew that the apartment complex you lived in wasn't exactly the newest but to have the entire building be affected? That was something new. Looking behind you, you could easily spot your girlfriend sitting in the same spot with the rest of the blankets wrapped around her as the light from her phone illuminating her face. Taking a moment to admire her relaxed state, her eyes flicked over to you once she felt that you were staring and she gave you a small smile.

Dragging your steps over to the kitchen yet again, you use your phone’s light to search for the candles, getting more and more upset when your eyes drifted over to your fridge now that there is no more power running through the place. On a particularly loud slam of a cabinet, you could hear footsteps pad their way over to you before you got swallowed into a back hug by a blanket covered Handong. “I just got my groceries barely two days ago...” You whined to your girlfriend as she gently rocked you in her arms and gave you soft pats wherever she could reach with her blanket covered paw like hands. Slowly relaxing in her arms, you sighed once again and resumed your search for candles that you were gifted for some occasions that you don’t remember. When you finally found it, you waddled the both of you back to the living room after grabbing a box of matchsticks along with you. Settling Handong down onto the couch before placing the cup of candle on the coffee table, after struggling to separate yourself from her arms wrapped tightly around you, you light the candle and slowly retreated yourself to join your pouting girlfriend reaching her hands out making grabby actions at you under the blankets, letting the cheap lavender scent waft around the space and lowly illuminating the room in a soft glow.

In the dim lighting, you silently admired the way that Handong’s beauty seemed to shine through even more, as she traced patterns onto your back and stare back at you lazily. Guilt slowly washed over you when you realized that your date was technically ruined, and you tore your eyes away from hers to stare at the flickering flame. You suppose that being together with someone long enough eventually grants you the ability to read minds, or that if you are Handong, you automatically have the ability and much more as her arms tighten their hold around you. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.” Huffing as she shifted you further up on her so you could fit your head nicely into the crook of her neck.

"I prefer cuddling you than watching a movie anyways." Relaxing slightly more at those words, you snuggled into the warmth of your girlfriend as she continued to rub soothingly down your back.

Time probably flew by as the two of you stayed in one another’s arms, but you were too cozy to move. The rational part of your head and Handong’s eventual whining when you started to shift about knew you should probably move into the bedroom before the both of you accidentally fall asleep and wake up with aches everywhere, leading to Handong probably pushing to buy you a new bed couch she has been eyeing for your living room so reluctantly with a sigh, you separated yourself from your pouting girlfriend. Bending to blow out the candle, you jolt back upright in shock when you felt a smack on your bottom and turned to look accusingly at her while she looked away and pretended to look elsewhere. Growling lowly, you thrusted your hands under Handong’s back and under her knees and with a grunt, you lifted her up into your arms as she screeched slightly at your antics.

Dumping your girlfriend on the bed, she playfully scowled at you before you flopped yourself onto her still cocooned self and she let out a groan to complain about how heavy you were before wiggling her arms out and pulling you to her side and giving you a soft kiss. Although the both of you were tired, you were still willing to play wrestle for a short bit before allowing for Handong to cuddle you from behind. Sleep was very quickly overtaking your senses but just as you were about to completely doze off, you heard Handong say something. Pushing aside the drowsiness, you turned your head slowly to look at her.

“What did you say?”

"Move in with me."

Blinking away the sleep, you turned to face your girlfriend and took a few more moment to process what she had just said. "What?"

"I have been thinking for a while now. I want you to move in to live with me."

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