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steddiealltheway · 9 months

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays :) This is way longer than I thought it would be, but it's been a while since I've written, so I think I needed it. I hope you all have a wonderful end to your year <3

Steve thought it was fate when he reached into Dustin’s old Santa hat and picked up a crumpled piece of paper with Eddie’s name scribbled on it. He had a gift stored away for Eddie that he bought weeks ago, and he was hoping there would be some way to get it to him without making it a big deal or something. Miraculously, the tiny slip of paper gave him that chance.

Now, two weeks later, Steve feels like his nerves are on fire as everyone gathers around in his living room, waiting to receive their gifts.

He goes off to the guest bedroom where the party had dropped off their gifts under the bed with the promise of not peaking - per Steve's request. Mike complained that the system was a little bit much, and Steve couldn’t argue with him. He just didn’t want to give away that he was Eddie’s secret Santa.

And now that he has pulled all the gifts out from under the bed, his stomach churns and his heart races. He just hopes his gift doesn’t cross a line or bring up unwanted memories, especially since he and Eddie aren’t exactly best friends.

Well, okay, they’re close. Considering the number of times Dustin has insisted they all hang out now that they’ve all been trauma-bonded, Steve has spent a lot of time with Eddie. But he hasn’t gotten a lot of alone time with him.

Sure, there have been a few times when Eddie has stopped by work, but Robin was always close by - not that Steve minded at all, except he got tired of the looks she would give him after Eddie left as if she was expecting Steve to say something. He doesn’t know what exactly he would say, but he will admit that it was always sad watching Eddie go. Maybe he should tell Robin he wishes he could stay a little longer, maybe even after hours.

The thought reminds him of the one moment they spent alone that Steve can't help but recall often. Even his present to Eddie is based around that moment which resulted in him purchasing something definitely higher than the price limit, but none of the kids would know that so it’s fine.

There’s a light knock on the door behind him, and Steve turns around. “Hey,” Eddie says with a small smile. “Everything okay?”

Steve smiles back, willing his heartbeat to slow down a bit. “Yeah, just trying to figure out how to get them all at once.”

“Let me help,” Eddie says, already bending over to grab half the stack that Steve had pushed out from under the bed. “You don’t happen to have a Santa suit do you?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “No?”

“Damn. Next year, okay? And I want to be Santa.”

The corner of Steve’s lip quirks up and Eddie's eyes light up, looking awfully proud of himself. The two hold the gaze for a few moments longer than they should, but it’s not like that's new to them.

“Guys! What’s the holdup?!” Dustin yells.

Steve sighs and offers Eddie a now irritated smile before leading the way to the living room, glancing down at the names on each present before handing them out. He and Eddie finish around the same time, and Steve notices there are two clear spots for them in the small circle on either side of Dustin. He almost makes a snarky comment to Dustin, but he holds his tongue, knowing Max and El will shoot them irritated glares if they start bickering.

"El, why don't you go first?" Steve suggests as he sits down, not giving the rest of the kids a chance to argue about it. After all, no one is going to protest after all that El did for them.

El smiles and carefully opens her gift, but Steve spaces out a bit, lost in thought about his gift and questioning if it will be an appropriate thing to bring up in front of the kids. Eddie had shared the moment only with Steve and even hesitated in doing so, so maybe he doesn't want it to be broadcast to the kids. Shit.

Steve snaps back to reality when El knee-scoots over to Dustin, pulling him into a tight hug and thanking him for her present. Dustin flushes an interesting shade of red that Steve is definitely going to bring up later when he himself isn't panicking. For now, he moves the game along. "Alright, Dustin gets to open his gift now since he was the Secret Santa," Steve announces, nervously glancing at Eddie, hoping the excited look doesn't mean the gift is from him. He's not sure if he's ready for Eddie to open his gift yet.

Luckily, the gift is from Lucas, and Steve breathes a sigh of relief. But as the game continues and more people unwrap their gifts, Steve finds himself getting a bit impatient as he waits for someone to get their gift from Eddie. It's only when Max is last to open her gift that Steve realizes that he and Eddie are the only two remaining which means...

"No way," Eddie says with a big grin. "We're the only two who got each other."

Steve slowly looks down at the gift in his hand, neatly wrapped with a beautifully done bow that seems so unlike Eddie who always seems to be in a rush, doing everything with an almost frantic energy that Steve kind of adores. He wonders what he must've been like sitting still, carefully folding each curve of newspaper and taping it all together before neatly tying the red ribbon around the box into a beautiful bow. "You did this?" Steve can't help but ask, hoping he didn't just stick his foot in his mouth.

"Yeah," Eddie says somewhat bashfully as he pulls his hair in front of his face. "You do the honors." Eddie gestures to Steve's present and nervously rambles, "It isn't much really..."

Steve carefully undoes each fold, seeing the care Eddie took in wrapping a small box that Steve pulls the lid off of. He stares down at a small metal-looking thing and picks it up off the paper it's on top of. He presses it and startles a bit as it buzzes.

"A hand buzzer," Dustin laughs in disbelief.

"Maybe you two need to hang out more," El suggests innocently.

Eddie clears his throat. "There's a note in there, too, but you don't have to read it out loud in front of the kids or anything."

Steve keeps ahold of the little buzzer and picks up the note, staring at a few numbers in confusion before following an arrow that elaborates 24/7 Walkie Channel - especially at night. Steve flushes a bit red at the joke, but as he reads further, he realizes it's not a joke at all. In fact, he knows exactly what this is referring to.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie walks up to the counter of Family Video and raps his knuckles on the counter. "Now tell me, what exactly is behind that restricted section with the red curtains?"

Steve rubs his temples and gives Eddie an unimpressed look. "You know exactly what's behind there."

"Well, maybe I want to hear it from my favorite employee. After all, you're supposed to help me with all my needs."

"Alright," Robin announces loudly, "I'm taking my break."

Steve hears the break room door shut behind him, and he drops his head in his hands with a slight groan.

"That embarrassed, Harrington? I thought you were like the expert here. Especially since Robin isn't allowed back there, but..." Eddie trails off but suddenly his voice gets much closer yet softer. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Sometimes I push too far without realizing and-"

Steve cuts him off with a short wave of his hand. "It's not that. You're fine really. Just didn't really sleep last night."

"Company or..." Eddie goes for a joke to lighten the second half of what he's implying.

Steve sighs and glances up at him. "It the 'or' option."

Eddie gives him a sympathetic look and glances around at the empty store before leaning on the counter, right into Steve's space, but it's comforting rather than intrusive. Eddie softly says, "I get it, man. The night terrors are... they're intense. I still see Chrissy when she..." He looks away, swallows hard, and takes a deep breath. "I get it."

Steve glances up and sees a matching haunted look in Eddie's eyes that Steve catches in the mirror from time to time. "It's harder late at night. I get this urge to reach out to everyone and make sure they're okay and..." Steve sighs and lowers his voice, "still alive." He shudders slightly and laughs humorlessly, "But it's not like I can just call everyone's house at night and wake up them and their family. I usually just wait for the urge to pass but it's harder for me with some people." Steve swallows hard, knowing what Eddie will ask next.

"Like who?"

Steve glances up at Eddie and says, "Robin of course because she's my best friend. Max is tough too because of how close she was to dying and you just never know if that thing will come back or not."

"He's gone for good this time. You know what Owens said," Eddie presses gently.

"Yeah, but I've heard it before," Steve argues. But he can't deny that things definitely feel more final now. Like maybe they're finally over. Still, he can't just let his guard down on the off chance that his gut isn't right for once.

Eddie shifts and nudges Steve's elbow with his own. "Anyone else though?"

Steve holds Eddie's gaze for a moment, and he sees the exact moment Eddie knows exactly what he's thinking as the memories of Eddie's lifeless body in Steve's arms flood in his head. "You were... gone there for a little while. And sometimes I wake up, and I think that you didn't make it. That the nightmare I keep having is actually reality."

Eddie gives him a pained look and places his hand over Steve's. "You can call me at any time. Day or night. I'll try my best to answer, especially at night."

"Eddie, I don't want to make you lose sleep any more than you already are."

"But I'm probably already awake. And I don't care if I lose sleep for you, okay?"

Steve glances up at him and flushes a bit as his eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips. For a moment, he thinks he might understand what Robin's looks mean, but he glances away before he can truly think about it. "That's not the only problem though," Steve confesses quietly.

Eddie just squeezes his hand, waiting for him to elaborate.

With a deep breath, Steve hooks his thumb on top of Eddie's pinky and squeezes back for some support. "I hate speaking in that empty house. My voice seems to echo, and it makes me feel more alone than I already am. And sometimes it feels impossible to speak about things. Like my voice doesn't work or something. I don't know."

"I get it," Eddie says simply, squeezing his hand again. "But really, if you ever need to call or stop by or anything. I'll be there." Steve holds Eddie's gaze, thinking maybe the upcoming night won't be so bad.

Before Steve can really say anything else, the bell on the front door dings loudly and he and Eddie practically jump apart. The customer doesn't even so much as glance at them, but they both still keep their distance, recognizing that the moment is over.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve stares at the little list in the note.

One Buzz: Checking in. I will buzz back so you know I'm okay. Two Buzzes: If you need to hear my voice. I will respond over the walkie and talk for as long as you like. Buzz multiple times, and I'll stop. And trust me, I will talk your ear off, so I won't get offended when you buzz. Three Buzzes: If you need me to call ever. Don't be afraid to use this one. Wayne is still working night shifts, so you're really no bother if you want to call first. But this way, I can be the one calling you so you don't have to worry about waking me up or anything. Really. The buzzes aren't too loud, so they shouldn't wake me up. Let me know if you want to add anything to this list. I have an identical list with my hand buzzer at home that I would be happy to add to at any time. Merry Christmas Love, Your Secret Santa

Steve stares at the note in his hand almost too stunned to speak. He doesn't think he's ever received a more thoughtful gift in his life. He pinches at his nose and tries to shut his emotions down a bit, and Eddie must catch on because he loudly announces, "My turn!"

Steve takes a deep breath, forgetting entirely about the gift he got Eddie. He watches as Eddie tears the wrapping paper off the small box then dramatically and very slowly opens it up with a big smile, knowing he has the kids' impatient attention practically in the palm of his hand. But when he finally sees the gift, his smile and whole act drop as a look of realization crosses over his face.

Steve's heart pounds in his chest.

Eddie slowly removes the little glass bottle filled with brown liquid and silently stares at it.

"What is that? Some type of fancy bourbon?" Max asks with a scoff.

Steve watches Eddie's eyes get slightly glassy, and he's quick to announce, "Something like that. But alright, we have to move on before your families start coming to pick you up. Was a snowball fight next on your cheesy list or something?"

Dustin is quick to defend the list the group came up with, but Steve is quicker in pushing them all toward the front door. "I'll be there in a bit. Eddie and I have to clean up."

The kids all rush to put on their coats and shoes, not wanting to be a part of any type of cleanup. Once they run outside, Steve closes the door and rushes back to the living room where Eddie's still staring at the bottle, a single tear going down his face. "You... you remembered... and you... you got... how?"

"Of course, I remembered," Steve says, thinking of what Eddie told him months ago.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve sighs and stuffs more things into a box from Eddie's closet. Dr. Owen's people had finally given the trailer the all-clear, so they were finally able to get the remainder of Eddie's and Wayne's things out of there. Of course, the kids had spent about an hour helping with the living room before taking a very very long break at Max's place. Steve assumes it will be lasting until the rest of the trailer is cleared out.

"They're great help, aren't they?" Eddie jokes as he brings another box into the room.

"Absolutely. Always willing to lend a hand. That is until they decide that the adults can just slave away for them."

"Someone needs to give them a lecture," Eddie sighs, pulling out a pile of clothes from his closet.

Steve scoots the box over and asks, "And why does that person always seem to be me? Especially when they don't listen to me."

"You're just so motherly," Eddie says with a big smile, dimples on full display.

Steve can't help but smile at the sight. And luckily he's staring his way when Eddie picks up another stack of clothes and suddenly hurdles something Steve's way. And even luckier, Steve's reflexes are quick, so he's able to easily catch the smaller glass bottle.

Eddie's eyes widen and he quickly grabs at the bottle, wrapping his hands around Steve's in the process. "Jesus H. Christ." Eddie's grip tightens as he stares at the bottle and breathes a sigh of relief, dropping his head to Steve's shoulder. "Have I ever told you that I'm so glad you're a jock?"

Steve snorts. "No, but whatever in this bottle must be important enough for you to admit it. So, tell me, what's in it? Alcohol? Some type of weird liquid drug?"

Eddie pulls back and looks away, still cradling the bottle and Steve's hands. "It's nothing. Just, hold it gently while I find another shirt to wrap it in."

Steve gently grasps the bottle and brings it closer, inspecting what it could be when he's hit with a bit of deja vu. He tests his suspicions and carefully removes the cap. "Eddie, why do you have an almost empty bottle of perfume in your closet?"

Eddie turns to him and asks, "Please, don't tell me you sprayed it."

"I didn't. The cap just gave it away."

Eddie quickly takes the bottle from his hand and puts the cap back on. "It's nothing. Like I said." He rolls it carefully in a t-shirt and places it in the box.

Steve slowly approaches and looks down at the box, frowning when he sees it start to blend in with the other pile of clothes in there. "I'll be right back," Steve announces before running out to his car. He opens the trunk and sighs, grabbing a shoe box and carefully placing his emergency date shoes in the corner of the trunk before taking the box inside.

When he gets back to the room, he reaches into the bigger box, fishes the shirt-wrapped perfume out, and places it gently into the shoe box before setting it aside. Steve glances up and notices Eddie staring at him. "Is that the emergency date shoe box?"

Steve is going to give the kids or Robin a lecture later about giving away people's personal information. "Yes," he admits.

"So, where are the shoes?"

"In my trunk," Steve says, moving onto Eddie closet to grab the last of the clothes.

Eddie pauses before asking, "You put your emergency date shoes the kids told me to never touch in your trunk to give me a box for my perfume?"

Steve shrugs. "Yeah." He stuffs everything down and closes the box, pushing it toward the door. But he's stopped by Eddie's hand on his arm.

"Why?" Eddie asks.

Steve straightens up and puts his hands on his hips. "It's clearly important to you, and I wasn't going to let you forget about it and accidentally throw it again when I'm not there to catch it."

Eddie holds his gaze for a few moments and Steve almost breaks the eye contact, not used to having Eddie's attention directly solely at him. But he feels like that will change in the future.

Eddie shifts and places a hand on Steve's back, leading him to where he placed the box. He picks it up and opens it, slowly unraveling the perfume and staring at it as if debating if he wants to share the story with Steve.

Steve just waits, not wanting to pressure him. Instead, he lets the moment play out.

Eddie breathes out, "It was my mom's."

It hits Steve all at once the implication of the phrase.

"She would wear it all the time. I remember she would put it on once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once before going to bed. I told her it was silly to do that before bed, but she told me it was only silly if I let it be." Eddie smiles at the memory before growing distant in his expression. "When she got sick, she started forgetting the time more and more. So, I would remind her. And toward the end, I started putting it on her when she felt too weak to spray it."

Steve shifts and lightly rests his hand on Eddie's back as he continues, "I told my dad that she should be buried with it. That she would want to have it with her and wear it all the time." Eddie's voice cracks a bit and he clears his throat. "He told me that was silly."

Steve shifts closer to Eddie so their sides are pressing together, trying to give him physical support because he's unsure of what to say.

Eddie shakes his head and smiles sadly. "I kept it since then. And I used to spray it all the time, and god, the guys at school would make fun of me for smelling like girl's perfume, but I didn't care. But maybe I should've listened to them because now I only have this much left." He holds up the bottle to emphasize his point, the perfume so low that it seems to barely cover the bottom of the glass.

"One time, I brought it to a perfume store to ask what brand it was. I thought maybe I could save up and buy another one." Eddie shakes his head again. "But the lady accused me of stealing it. She said there was no way I would've been able to afford it in the first place. That there was no reason for me to even have it unless I was looking for a cheap buck to make."

Steve's grip on Eddie's back presses a little firmer as he feels anger and disgust toward the woman overflood his system. "That's fucked up."

"A bit, yeah," Eddie agrees. He glances at Steve, and Steve realizes how close they are, but he doesn't try to move away. "Do you want to smell it?"

Steve's brows furrow. "Eddie, there's barely any left in there, don't waste it on me."

Eddie smiles somewhat bashfully. "No, it's alright. I haven't used it in a long time, and after everything we went through, I need the reminder."

"If you're sure, then yes. I would love that."

Eddie holds out his wrist and lightly sprays the perfume. He uses his other wrist to rub it in before he holds it up to Steve's nose. Steve takes a deep breath and is suddenly taken back to a vague memory from a Christmas years and years ago when Steve was too young to succumb to the disappointment from his parents who were still around. But it's a happy memory nonetheless.

"What do you think?" Eddie asks.

Steve smiles softly. "I think your mom had great taste. And it smells really beautiful. I wish I could've met her."

"Me too," Eddie replies softly, staring at the bottle.

-:-:-:-:-:-

"My mom had the same one. Years ago it was gifted to her. I ended up finding the bottle in one of the drawers in her bathroom. It was still in the box, so it wasn't too difficult to find at the store," Steve admits. He holds out his hand and says, "Here. I have to show you something."

Eddie carefully places the perfume back in the box and takes Steve's hand, following him up the stairs and into his room. Steve regrettably lets go of Eddie's hand to pull out a box from under his own bed. He holds it up to Eddie who gasps, "Steve, this must have cost you a fortune."

Steve glances down at the five boxes of perfume and shrugs. "There was a Christmas sale. Plus, I was able to use my Harrington charm a bit."

Eddie grabs the box and carefully sets it on Steve's bed before quickly wrapping his arms around Steve and pulling him in close. "Thank you. God, this is the best gift I've ever gotten."

Steve squeezes him tight. "Same with yours."

They remain in each other's arms for a few moments, not rushing the embrace or questioning how long they're allowed to linger. Only, when Steve starts pulling away, he starts questioning his next move. Because more than anything he wants to kiss Eddie.

The realization hits him hard. He knows exactly now what Robin's glances mean and what she's been expecting him to say. Of course, deep down he knew, but he just hadn't had to face it head-on yet. But here he is and... "Eddie," Steve says softly, lingering in his space.

"Steve," Eddie replies quietly, eyes flickering down to Steve's lips, already knowing what he means.

Steve takes a deep breath, feeling his heart pound in his chest as he asks, "Can I?"

"Hell yes," Eddie replies.

They both move together at the same time, meeting each other in a gentle kiss which they linger in. Steve moves away to breathe and shifts to cup Eddie's face with his hands and bring him in again. He kisses him with all he has, filled with the awe of the thoughtful gift he received, joy of the gift well received, and the overwhelming feeling that this is right.

Steve breaks the kiss with a smile and whispers, "Merry Christmas, Eddie."

"Merry Christmas, Steve," Eddie says breathlessly before kissing him again.

And it really is a merry Christmas.

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spookykoolkat · 11 months

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kinktober | sorry about your boyfriend - e.m.

kinktober day ten - phone sex

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 3.45k

summary: when you had plans made for halloween night already, eddie was alone once again. but that didn't stop him from having his own fun, until his phone rang with your contact listed.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are never welcomed! inappropriate thoughts, memories from a past hookup, masturbation (m and f), mentions of breeding, crude language, dirty talk, infidelity (reader cheats on boyfriend *again*), possessiveness,

reblogs are encouraged! i hope everyone enjoys this! feel free to like, comment and reblog everything is appreciated :P sorry 4 being so late :(((

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HIS OPPORTUNITY WAS PERFECT. eddie’s roommate left for the night, leaving him alone in the crappy apartment, it was halloween and he had zero plans after you canceled on him. his options were to watch a movie, go to sleep, or think about you.

he couldn’t even try to not think of you if he wanted to. it was only one night when the two of you hooked up, and it never happened again. it was almost six months ago when you and eddie ventured to a friend’s birthday party, drinking a little too much and finding each other at the bathroom door.

things were said, things that neither of you could take back, but somehow the two of you completely bypassed it. accepted that it was a one time thing, that friends aren’t supposed to do that, and you even tried to convince eddie that he wasn’t attracted to you.

which he thought was ridiculous. because eddie would’ve kissed the soles of your dirty shoes if you asked him to.

you’d been on his mind since that night, questions in his head that he never got the answer to, the way your body felt around him, on him. he never knew someone could be so perfect for him, how he found someone to connect with on every level.

so he thought about you as he laid in bed, eyes at the ceiling and hand palming his half hard cock through his blue plaid pajama pants. wondering if you’d ever give him the chance to fuck you sober, if you’d ever think about him when you touched yourself.

he didn’t even know how vocal you were until that night, seeing a side of you that he got angry at when he thought about anyone else seeing that side. seeing the way you bounced for him, how your body curved and was marked with beauty and stretch marks.

he was trying to remember what your cunt felt like again, remembering how juicy you were for him — he felt like he could lick between your folds for hours.

soon, he shimmied off the clothing that constricted him and pushed them to his ankles before spitting in his hand and lathering his length with it. he was thinking about how you looked when you saw him, saw how he throbbed for you.

eddie pulled down his jeans clumsily, releasing the aching member you craved to see. the minute it sprung out for you, red and leaking with precum, you let out a soft gasp and a moan.

“eddie,” you started as you shifted on your knees, your hand cupping his balls and moving to grip him at the base of his cock, eyes darting wide eyed between his cock and his eyes, “you’re so big,”

“so pretty,” you smiled and bit your lip, watching as he let his mouth hang open and breathing heavily before letting your mouth connect to his tip, licking up his precum and giving his tip small kisses.

he groaned, wishing he could feel your throat again. it was killing him, seeing you with this new guy you said was the one. the anger and jealousy eddie felt was sinful, knowing that nobody would be good enough for you. not even himself.

it wasn’t until eddie bucked his hips into his fist when his phone rang obnoxiously, eddie’s heart racing as he used his free hand to pick up the cellphone and look at the screen.

it was your picture you chose for the contact, and your name flashing. he could practically feel his cock throb at the sight of you.

“h-hello?” eddie breathed, realizing he hadn’t been talking since he laid in bed.

“hi eddie,” you smiled through the call, “i just wanted to tell you happy halloween, i’m sorry i couldn’t make it,” you sighed.

“i went to a party, i’m a little tipsy but i’m home. i just wanted to call you.” your voice was raspy, how it usually got after you smoked weed.

“you okay? do you need me to come stay with you?” eddie worried, his grip still on his hardened cock.

“no! no, no that’s okay. just wanted to hear your voice,” you admitted with a blush, the small amount of alcohol you consumed causing you to fluster as well.

“you like my voice, sweetheart?” he asked, something darker in his tone than you expected, but loved anyways.

you could admit the crush on eddie was ridiculous. until he did and said things like that, the way he did, and it made your thighs clench.

“you have a nice voice eddie, okay?” you said, finally stripping out of your clothes and deciding to just lay naked in bed.

“tell me moreee,” he dragged with a smile, slowly pumping his length as you spoke into the phone.

he knows it’s wrong. he knows it’s foul and sick. perverted even.

but did he care? not right now. not when you sounded so fucking sexy just by talking to him, in your sleepy high voice.

snuggled up in your blankets, you press the phone to your ear and smile at the wall in the darkness. “there’s a lot i like about you, eddie, can’t name them all.”

eddie’s heart twinged, and his cock throbbed.

“i have all night, sweets,” eddie breathed into the phone, trying to mask the pleasure he was inflicting on himself because of you.

you weren’t sure if you were hearing right, or if maybe it was just the cell reception, but you could vaguely hear the tremble in eddie’s voice and something that sounded wet.

“well, i like your voice, and your taste in music, and… mmm… your hands, those are nice. i also like your hair even though you won’t let me touch it.” you pouted and he could hear it through the phone, only making him think of how you pouted after he fucked your face.

it was magical to eddie. how could he forget the way your wide eyes stared up at him with spit traveling down your chin, the way you gripped his cock and wanted to suck him off more.

he let out a small groan, one he thought he concealed as he pumped his cock faster, feeling his precum leak down his shaft.

“you like my hands?” again, breathy and hoarse as he tried to keep composure.

“i do.” you smiled. you were intentional with your words.

you remembered telling eddie that when a girl compliments your hands, she isn’t admiring the fact that they’re nice. she’s saying they’re nice because she’s thinking of the ways your fingers would feel inside of her, or just touching all over her.

and he remembered it too.

“i like yours too,” eddie breathed and your face heated up, drowning in redness.

“i like your arms too, seems like all the guitar playing you do pays off.” you smiled and hearing the rasp in your voice made his cock jerk, stroking himself firmer and at a bit of a faster pace.

“did you have a good time tonight, sweets?” he asked, trying to keep it together even though he was trying to picture what you looked like. if you wore the dress that didn’t require a bra, pressing tight against the curves of your breasts and perfectly fitting them.

eddie knew your bra size, of course he did. he managed to rummage through your top drawer, seeing the panties and bras you had. he was shocked at how big they really were, and you ended up catching him with the cup of your bra on the top of his head.

“i did, but i just, i don’t know. i missed you. wished i could’ve spent your favorite holiday with you,” you said solemnly, like you were actually grieving the fact that you couldn’t see him today.

to eddie, he was getting mixed signals.

“sweetheart let me ask you this,” eddie said and halted his movements, “why are you on the phone with me instead of your boyfriend after the club?”

your smiled faded, “‘cus i wanted to talk to you,”

he could hear the pout from behind the phone and bit his lip, stifling the groan you elicited from him. his hand kept stroking his length, getting closer to his release the longer he had you on the other line.

“now can i ask you something?” you asked and heard it again, the wet noise and his heavy breathing.

“g-go ahead,” he stuttered, mouthing a curse word as he failed to keep his composure.

“are you,” you cleared your throat and sat up a little in bed, “are you touching yourself?”

eddie practically felt his heart stop. his breath caught in his throat, his cock ached, but he secretly wanted this. he wanted you to ask, he wanted you to hear, he wanted something to remind you of the words you spoke to him that night.

“i, uh, no i, just, i was uh,” it was too late. eddie couldn’t come up with an excuse, and as he felt fear in his heart and mind that you’d get grossed out and never talk to him again, you cut him off before he could embarrass himself anymore.

“are you touching yourself to me?” your voice turned erotic within seconds, sounding like the same voice that cried when you came around his cock.

he just breathed in through his nose, hearing the tone and letting himself get dragged back to those memories that replayed in his mind. “yeah, i, i’m sorry i’m a fucking pervert, i just, i was doing it before you called and, i dont know, i just, i can’t stop thinking about that night and,”

he rushed it all out while taking small pauses in his own embarrassment, and waited for you to say something in return.

“i like it.”

his words stopped, but his hand only kept up his rhythm and gained more confidence with the situation.

“what about kendall?” he breathed, only out of respect. he didn’t really care.

“what about him?” you grinned behind the phone.

you already had plans of breaking it off with him, knowing you couldn’t get eddie out of your head from that night. but nothing in you felt sorry enough to not entertain eddie right now, not after you’d spent all evening thinking about him.

“he can’t fuck me like you did. just didn’t feel right picturing my best friend when he fucks me,” your voice got low, sultry and seductive in attempt to make him go along with it.

“fuck,” eddie huffed, his cock aching for your walls again, “you don’t even know how much i keep thinking about you, about how you looked when i was inside of you,”

you shift to lay on your back, pushing the blankets off of you quickly and letting your fingers trail down your body to your mound. you teased yourself lightly, letting your finger run between the fat of your pussy lips and pushing it in between to feel the slick of your cunt, spreading it to your throbbing bud.

“i miss it,” you whined, “didn’t know how to tell you i wanted you to fuck me again without being weird,”

“oh sweetheart,” he groaned, looking down at his cock and imagining it was your hand that was stroking him, “i wouldn’t have to even think twice about it, i’d do whatever you asked me to, you know that.”

you grinned, closing your eyes to hear the bass in his voice, listening to the words he spoke and felt your hole clench around nothing. you widen your legs more, letting your cunt spread and moving to rub circles on your clit.

“really? you’d fuck me again if i asked you to?” you gleamed with joy, loving his admission.

“because i really really miss you. and your dick, and your fingers. i missed feeling you stretch me out,” you whined in a moan, and eddie swore he could hear your slick through the phone.

“fuck baby, are you playing with yourself right now?” he asked and moved to sit against his headboard, spreading his bare legs to fuck his fist again.

“mhm,” you moaned, your fingers teasing your hole and prodding it with your fingertips, “need it too bad, need you to fuck me right now eddie,”

eddie was tempted to hang up the phone and drive over the immediately, nothing stopping him from going to fuck you until your shaking on his cock. but something about this, something about hearing each other touch themselves to the other person, something about the tension of being best friends and you having a boyfriend — doing something that isn’t right over the phone just added to both of your arousals.

“baby,” he said, massaging over his tip in the way that you did, “i’ll be over there in ten minutes if you really want it, i’ll do anything for you,”

you moaned at his words, feeling your arousal drip and leak down your ass as you decided to slip your fingers in with a gasp.

“yeah? you’d come over right now and fuck me?” you asked, now eddie was able to hear your cunt squelch around your fingers.

“fuck, you’re so fucking wet, yes i’d fucking go over there right now, i, i promise i’ll fuck you all night,” he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to hold up the phone with his other hand. he spit into his palm again, and moved to rub it over his tip.

“i can just imagine what you look like right now, playing with your pussy and trying to reach that spot you know only i can reach, not even your fucking boyfriend could do,” he spit, his cock throbbing in his grip as he bucked up into his fist, “fucking useless, can’t even make his poor girl cum on his dick,”

you whined, pushing further into your cunt and flexing your fingers, trying to fill yourself like he did, “wanna be your girl eddie, want you to be the only one i touch myself to, the only one who can make me cum on your dick,”

he nearly growled, picturing you begging for him on your knees to fuck you, give you what you deserved. the image alone was sickening, making his stomach pull and tighten at remembering how you took his cock and cried for him.

“you are my girl, baby. always have been, i mean i could’ve told you that.” he chuckled hoarsely and you giggled, fingers still trying to fuck your cunt like he did.

“thought you already knew you were mine when i fucked you in the mirror, you didn’t see how fucking sexy you looked taking my dick? looked like you were fuckin’ made for me, wished i took a picture just so i could show you again.”

eddie didn’t know where this confidence was stemming from, not knowing how he even had the breath to talk to you like this but you were fucking loving it, you could feel your cunt gushing around your fingers like you’ve never felt before.

“tell me baby,” he said, feeling his release sting at his lower tummy, “how many fingers are you stuffing inside that pretty little cunt?”

“only two,” you cried, letting your cunt clench around your fingers.

“play with that clit, rub her for me, yeah? wanna hear how wet you are for me, alright baby?” he said into the speaker, slowing his hand down on his cock but still slowly stroking.

“okay,” you whined and opened your eyes, looking down at your hand as you pulled your soaked fingers from your hole and rubbed up to where your clit was.

eddie’s breathing was harsh, and he tried to quiet himself so he could hear the wet sounds of your cunt — and he was successful.

he listened to the same sounds he dreamed about ever since that night, he listened to your small whimpers and whines through the phone, the same ones that made his cock stiffen in a heartbeat.

“fuck, she’s so fucking wet for me, all for me, wish i could feel you on my dick again. you don’t know how fucking bad i wanna fill you up, how fucking bad i wanna see you cream all over my cock again,” he was panting at this point, and so were you as you rubbed firm circles on your clit until you felt tingling all over your body.

you were vibrating with pleasure, your body jerking and squirming on the mattress as you inched closer to your release and listening to eddie on the other line pant your name, and tell you how good you sound.

you could feel your back practically sticking to the sheets from your sweat, the feeling of heat creeping up your neck and down your body until your thighs tightened and squirmed.

“tell me you want me to fuck you again, tell me how bad you need me inside of that sweet cunt and i’ll come over there baby,”

“fuck eddie, please, need it, need you to fuck me and fill me up again, you’re the only one who can make me cum,” you blabbered as your arm got tight, fingers rubbing sloppier circles on your clit and between your pussy lips.

your eyes were screwed shut, remembering the way eddie fucked you from behind, watching you in the bathroom mirror. it was too much, too erotic, sending your cunt to clench as if he was inside you.

“that’s right baby, that’s my pussy, right? your boyfriend can’t fuck you like i can, so you need me to make you cum, make you feel real good, isn’t that right?” his words were so sharp, only sending shocks of pleasure through your body until you felt your hole clenching continuously around nothing.

his confidence was growing as he heard you fuck yourself, to him, for him. he was practically edging himself at this point, on the verge of cumming for you the more he heard your whimpere ring in his ears.

“yes! yes! need you eddie, only you, i’m yours baby, please make me cum,” tears were prickling at your eyes, your body heating and started to sweat as your legs squirmed to keep them held open.

“let me hear you cum for me, cum for my dick sweetheart and i’ll be over there right now, fuck you til’ the morning,” you couldn’t registar much over the slick sounds of him fucking his fist and the way his breath stuttered.

you could only imagine how he looked, almost hunched over with his dick in hand wet and sloppy just for you. you imagined how he’d feel again, remembering the way he filled you completely without even bottoming out completely. you even thought about how many times he’d jacked off to you in the span of your friendship and it only made your hips buck into your palm.

“gonna-fuck-gonna cum, eddie ‘m cumming,” you cried as you rubbed a few more sloppy circles on your clit, and feeling your lower tummy heat up as you came.

your orgasm took over your body, not having had a feeling like this since you fucked eddie. your limbs were limp and relaxed as they shook with pleasure, and you could feel coldness inch its way up your spine as you cried into the phone.

you could still hear eddie moaning and groaning at hearing you release, and you heard how he fucked his fist through the phone as he started to release.

“that’s it baby, sound so fuck, sounds so fucking pretty for me,” he stuttered, his balls taut as he let go of his shaft and watched as his cock jerked and shot ropes of his cum on his abdomen.

it was messy, just like yours was, his cum coated his tummy entirely and dripped down his sides. he didn’t realize how bad he needed to cum for you until tonight, seeing his own mess and thinking of yours. the way your cum dripped out of your hole and down between your asscheeks, eddie was craving to see it again.

his grunts were enough to send another jolt of pleasure through your body, and you moaned again as your wet fingers trailed up your tummy and rested there.

your eyes got heavy, feeling as if you were high on something and your limbs went numb. but still, something was missing.

“fuck baby,” he breathed, looking at the mess he made on himself and watching his cock start to soften.

“are you still gonna come over?” you asked softly, fixing the phone to your ear and becoming more aware of the sweat on your body.

“uh, hell yeah!”

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Dating Steve Harrington would include:

Because honestly, who wouldn't want to date Steve?

Knowing Steve since you were little kids and being best friends ever since

You being totally oblivious to the fact that Steve liked you because you were convinced he was still in love with Nancy

Steve crushing on you for months but being afraid to tell you because he was sure you didn’t feel the same way even though you’ve loved him since, forever

Dropping little hints that he was crazy about you but you never catching on, always thinking he was talking about some new girl he’d met while at work

Getting jealous when he’d talk to Nancy because you hated how she broke his heart

Robin and Dustin trying to help him tell you how he felt but Steve would chicken out every time “No, I can’t tell her! If she doesn’t feel the same way, it’ll ruin our friendship and I can’t lose her.”

Your love for each other being blatantly obvious to EVERYONE

Steve always protecting you before everyone else even though he knew you could handle yourself

Steve finally telling you that he loved you when he was drugged by the Russians but you laughed it off thinking he didn’t know what he was saying. “Stevie, you’re very high right now.”

Him pulling you aside to tell you again before the showdown with Vecna while everyone was preparing for battle. “I meant what I said y’know, back at the mall…when you thought I was too drugged to know what I was saying…I’ve wanted to tell you for so long and I need to tell you now in case we don’t make it out this time and you can’t blame it on drugs.” He spoke softly as you put a hand over his mouth, smiling at him with tears in your eyes. “We’re going to make it out and when all of this is over you can tell me, okay?” You whispered cupping his face as he nodded. “I do, though. I always have.” Steve swallowed as you tried to hold back the tears from falling down your cheeks. “I do too.” You confessed finally sharing your first proper kiss

Nursing him back to health after defeating Vecna and becoming an official couple “Can we live happily ever after now?” Steve asked lying in his bed beside you before making love to you for the first time

Steve constantly touching you now that you’re his, it’s his love language after all

Your parents not being a bit surprised about your relationship because they were sure you were together anyway. “Haven’t you always been with him?” Your Dad asked confused as to why you were telling him now.

Borrowing his sweaters and forgetting to give them back for weeks at a time but Steve doesn’t mind because they always come back smelling like you and he loves the way you smell

Practically living in Steve’s house with him while his parents are out of town because he hates being alone. It’s not something that used to bother him but now that he’s with you, he doesn’t ever want to be without you. “Missed you today, honey.” He’d whisper in your ear, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you let out a soft laugh. “Steve, it’s only been a few hours.” “Yeah, a few hours too long.” He’d reply before kissing you

Having the whole gang over for movie nights, pool parties and sleepovers so Steve’s house doesn’t always feel so empty and you want him to have good memories there too

Teaching him how to cook because you’re tired of him constantly buying take out and shitty microwave meals when you aren’t around. Steve thinks it’s stupid at first but when you reveal there’s nothing sexier than a man who can cook, he rips off his shirt and throws on his apron, ready to make a mess in the kitchen, in more ways than one – “I might need a few lessons on how to cook, baby, but I’m a pro at dessert.” Steve would flirt trying to pull you closer as you’d wave your finger at him. “Dessert comes after “baby”.”

Running your fingers through his hair after a long day at work when you’re both lying on his couch watching a movie. “mmm sweetheart, that feels so good, could stay like this forever.”

Leaving your hair ties around his gear shift to annoy him but Steve secretly loves that you leave them there, just reminding everyone that you’re his and also because they’re useful when you decide to suck Steve off in his car when the drive in movie he takes you to is boring

Steve always looking up the local newspaper for affordable apartments so you can live together away from his parents house

Holding hands while he drives

Always telling you you're prettier than the actresses in the movies you watch while the gang gags at his cheesiness

Steve spending the holidays with your family and finally realising how much fun they could actually be

Bringing him and Robin lunch in Family Video

Steve picking you up from work on his days off “Hi honey, how was your day?”

Night swimming in his pool and feeling his fingers untying your bikini strings

Going on drives to nowhere just to see where you end up

Getting him to sing to you because it’s his secret talent and it really turns you on

Going on cheap dates because you hate fancy restaurants and prefer pizza

Dancing with you in his kitchen

Coming home drunk from a party and talking until the break of dawn

Steve whispering to you about his hopes for your future together when you have a bad dream and can’t sleep

Playing twister on date night but it always leads to sex

El and Max asking you for advice on relationships because you and Steve never break up unlike Nancy and Jonathan

Leaving Hickeys on Steve’s neck before he goes to work to annoy him

Steve leaving you notes when he leaves early but doesn’t want to wake you “Morning baby, how about dinner tonight at Enzo’s? Or we can just order a pizza and make out at skull rock, your choice - Love you x

Teasing Steve in public because you know how frustrated he gets

Sitting on his lap, whispering sweet nothings in his ear when he isn’t giving you attention at a party and you get a little too horny because he looks so good

Him never being able to say no to you

Steve always being willing to try new things in the bedroom with you “Baby I got this book today, you have to check it out, the positions are crazy!”

Lying on his chest while he tells you about his day

Giving you the last of his popcorn when you go to the movies because he knows the little pieces are your favourite

Steve loves how excited you get for every holiday, especially Halloween and Christmas.

He teases you for crying at the happy ending of movies but he thinks its the cutest thing ever

Giving Eddie advice on romance because now that he's found you, he wants his friend to be happy too

Always beating Steve at bowling, not because he lets you, just because he sucks at it. “Oh yeah? Maybe next time I’ll take you to the basketball court and see how you like losing, huh hotshot?” He’d joke wrapping an arm around you, kissing your cheek as you return your bowling shoes to the counter

Being the only other person allowed to drive his car, a privilege you’re extremely proud of. “I can’t believe you’re actually letting me drive this.” You squeal as Steve tosses you the keys, walking towards the passenger door. “Baby, if you drive the car as good as you fuck in it, we really won’t have a problem.” Steve teases as you slide in to the driver seat confidently.

Having stupid fights and Steve always apologising first because he hates it when you’re mad at him (not that you can stay mad for too long)

The hot make up sex you have after

Running you baths and lighting candles

Sneaking off from parties to find a bathroom you can make out in

Taking Steve to lingerie shops so he can help you pick out something sexy “Baby, I think you should get these, pink is totally your colour” “Oh I love lace!” “Crotchless panties, why would….Oooooh, they’re going in the basket.”

Steve being a professional pussy eater – the man just loves to watch you squirm underneath him and he could stay there for hours

Gathering his own little collection of sex toys to use on you because watching you cum is his favourite hobby

Never letting you shower alone because Steve wants to spend time with your boobies, he literally talks to them while you rinse out your hair

Wearing his old jerseys because seeing his last name draped across your back, drives him insane.

He knows he’ll make you Mrs Harrington eventually, he already has the ring picked out

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Suitors

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Many people in Teyvat knows about your relationship with twenty-five men. Though, they disregard it and continue to try to set you up with someone they know. What happens when one of your "suitors" ends up being wanted by the Fatui?

Note: I guess this counts as a filler-ish story, not entirely sure 🤔 For those who are wondering about the new smut series poll and when it'll close, I will close it when the fic is about to be written and it's planned out. So far, the first chapter isn't planned out but I do have the top 10 so far with the most votes. I've been busy with submitting assignments for my final week of winter classes, so this fic may not have turned out how I wanted it to. 🥲 Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Would the reader drinking three glasses of champagne count as a warning?

Word Count: 9.1k

It’s a known fact that you’re dating these handsome twenty-five men of all forms of life, from humans to archons to Onis to half-animal beings, etc. You’re never alone when you’re in Teyvat. When shopping for ingredients, you’re accompanied by Thoma and sometimes another man in your relationship circle. Oftentimes, when you go to the Akademiya, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyno are the ones walking you to school. Everyone at the Akademiya knows you’re close with the Acting Grand Sage. You like to tease Al Haitham for his title and call him by it, knowing it’ll annoy him a tiny bit when you call him by that title.

But just because you’re dating these twenty-five handsome men does not mean your relationship with these men is going to last long, according to the people that have approached you (and disregarded the men’s presence) to ask you to do a favor for them. When they ask you for a favor, you assume it’s to assist them with something! Like homework, if you’re at the Akademiya. But it’s something else you never think about.

The elderly man holds your hands and gives you a sweet smile. “You’re young, intelligent, and very social! Are you single by any chance?” He asks.

You smile at the man. “Thank you! And to answer your question, I—”

The man cuts you off.

“Wonderful! I have a grandson who is around your age! I think you two will make a fine couple!” He says, giving your cheek a squeeze.

Childe lets out a fake laugh, his eyes twitching while holding back from smacking the old man’s hand off your cheek. Childe turns to look at the other men, his lips pressed into a thin line, his face turning red from holding his breath. The other men were giving the elderly man a strained polite smile.

Childe grabs your bicep and pulls you to his side. “I’m sure your grandson will find someone amazing! Unfortunately, that amazing person for your grandson will not be our dear lover,” Childe says, wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

Gorou nods. “Childe is right! We’re sure your grandson will find someone almost as amazing as [Y/N], but [Y/N] is not single!” Gorou says, looping his arm around yours protectively.

The old man looks at Gorou and Childe, surprised by their comment. Before the man could open his mouth to reply, Childe and Gorou whisk you away with the other men close behind. It was supposed to be a lovely day in Sumeru with your boyfriends. You all had finished lunch an hour before and were about to go cloud-watching. But this old man approaches you and your boyfriends, starting a conversation with you.

The conversation started with him asking you about what it’s like to be in the Akademiya because you were in your Akademiya uniform! He then started talking about his grandson, telling you how the man is in his mid to late twenties and yet still doesn’t have a significant other! You joked and said maybe the grandson will find someone as magnificent as you one day, and now here you are.

Heizou chuckles. “You’re quite the talk around Teyvat, aren’t you? I’m starting to think we should put you in disguise when we go outside the abode,” Heizou jokes.

“Aw! Trying to hide little ol’ me?” you tease, reaching toward Heizou and pinching his cheek. “What if someone asks you where I am and would assume I’m single?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Everyone stops in their tracks and thinks for a moment. You weren’t wrong. If they put you in disguise to hide you away, many people will assume you either broke up with the twenty-five men, or they’re cheating on you with someone else. Okay, so maybe putting you in disguise or going out into Teyvat without you would be a bad idea.

Aether shoves Heizou to the side and gives you a smile. “We’re not going to do that! In fact, let’s all get necklaces of [Y/N]’s name on it, and [Y/N] will have necklaces of our names!” Aether suggests, propping his hands on his hips with a weary smile.

You blink at Aether. “I don’t think twenty-five names would fit on a single chain. Plus, if all of you were to put your names on necklaces for me to wear, the chain is going to get tangled,” you say.

While you don’t mind wearing necklaces with their names on them, you kind of wish you never mentioned it to your precious twenty-five boyfriends. Because now there’s a huge chance these men are going to make it happen without your knowledge and have you wear it when you go out, which you don’t mind, but switching out necklaces feels like a chore.

“How else do you expect others to know you’re in a relationship with all of us?” Venti asks, gazing at you curiously.

You scratch your cheek. “I think it’s obvious for outsiders to see I’m dating all of you,” you say, gesturing toward the twenty-five of them. “I’m not sure if you all realize it, but you’re all clingy and are not afraid to profess your love for me,” you giggle.

Xiao huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, if it’s obvious, then why do people continue to approach you and ask you to date their sons, siblings, grandsons, and cousins?” Xiao demands, frowning at you.

You purse your lips and turn away. You sort of thought it was obvious why other people wanted you to be with someone they knew. The people that approach you assume your relationship with the twenty-five men is temporary until you’re able to live on your own in Teyvat. Then again, whenever these people approach you, they would whisper it to you before talking at a normal volume.

You smile at Xiao and stroke his hair. Xiao blushes and looks away nervously, reaching for the hand that’s stroking his hair and lacing his finger with yours. Xiao is so cute! Xiao tugs you forward from Childe’s arms and wraps his arms around your waist, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulders.

You sigh and close your eyes. “I’ll explain it to you all once we get back to the abode. Do you guys want to continue to hang out in Sumeru, or do you just want to go home?” You ask, tracing the tattoos on Xiao’s biceps.

“I kind of want to explore the desert to search for scarabs, but after what happened today, I want us all to return to the abode and avoid old people,” Itto huffs dramatically and sticks his nose in the air.

You nod. “Back to the abode, it is!” You say, clapping your hands.

Having people randomly approach you and ask if you’re in a relationship is something you never expect. Mainly because people in your world never approach you and ask you that question, ever. The first time it happened was a surprise, but the more it happened, the more you grew tired of it, and so did the men.

You and your twenty-five boyfriends are sitting at a restaurant in Mondstadt, celebrating your eight-month anniversary! Yes, it has been eight months since you and the twenty-five men have been dating! Time went by faster than you expected. Here you are, dressed up and looking cute for the occasion, while the men are looking dapper in their custom-tailored suits.

Diluc leans close to you and whispers, “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

You blush and smile at Diluc shyly. “Thank you, honey! You’re looking handsome yourself!” you reply.

Diluc reaches for your hand under the table and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You squeeze Diluc’s hand in return and press a quick kiss on his cheek. Diluc smiles and nuzzles the tip of his nose against your cheek. You cover your small laugh with your hand and lean against the redhead.

The sweet moment between you and Diluc was interrupted when someone tapped your shoulder. You and Diluc turn to look in the direction of the person that tapped you on your shoulder, assuming it was Zhongli that needed to speak to you about something. But when you and Diluc turn to the right, there is a blond man standing behind your chair, looking anxious.

You and Diluc sit properly in your seats, acting as if you two didn’t act like a high school couple just a few seconds ago. You grab the menu and point at the dish you want to order, assuming the anxious blond man is a waiter at the restaurant.

“May I have the—”

The man’s eyes widen. “Oh! No, I’m not a waiter here!” The blond man says, waving his hands in front of him and shaking his head with a nervous smile.

You blink at him and close the menu, putting it back on the table. “Oh, well,” you trail off, looking at the men quizzically. “Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask, placing your hands on your lap and giving him a polite smile.

“I noticed you from afar and couldn’t help but feel this… Connection between us!” The blond man says dramatically.

Zhongli raises his eyebrows at the blond man skeptically. “You feel a connection between you and [Y/N]?” Zhongli asks, sipping his drink without taking his eyes away from the man behind you.

The man looks at you in awe, and a smile appears on his face for a brief moment. “[Y/N]? That’s your name?” The man asks breathlessly.

You nod in response. “That’s correct!” You answer lamely.

He gulps and tugs at his shirt collar, his pale face turning redder the more time ticks by. The conversation around you slowly dies down as the men start to direct their attention to the man behind you. Diluc did not look pleased, knowing what the man was up to.

The man exhales slowly, his cheeks almost as red as Itto’s horns. “I was wondering if perhaps after your meal with your coworkers, you would be free?” The man asks.

“Coworkers?” Thoma chokes on his drink, coughing into his elbow.

You blink at the man before you and sigh, reaching for your drink and lifting it to your lips. “I’m not free after dinner. I’m celebrating my and these men’s eight-month anniversary,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Of being coworkers?” The blond man asks dumbly.

Dainsleif snorts from across the table, covering his mouth with his hand. “You haven’t even introduced yourself to [Y/N]. What makes you think we’ll allow you to leave the restaurant with them?” Dainsleif asks, narrowing his eyes at the anxious Mondstadt man.

The blond man’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, [Y/N]! My name’s Lukas Schmidt, a native to Mondstadt and an owner of a local brewery!” Lukas says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Oh? A brewery, you say?” Kaeya interjects, resting his elbow on the table with curiosity.

Lukas nods. “That is correct! I own a local brewery, and business has been quite busy that I wasn’t able to go out and meet someone,” Lukas sighs dramatically.

Ayato makes a face. “Interesting. Now, do tell us about this connection you supposedly feel between you and our precious [Y/N],” Ayato says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You lean back in your seat and let yourself drown out Lukas’ explanation to the twenty-five men sitting around you. Lukas assuming you and the men to be coworkers, is something you did not expect to hear.

Quite frankly, you’re surprised that Lukas didn’t know about your large dating circle with these handsome men. Then again, Lukas did claim that his brewery business has been busy, so maybe that could be the reason? Either way, you’re wondering how you and your boyfriends even look like coworkers when you and Diluc were very cuddly just a few minutes before Lukas approached the table.

“I don’t know how to explain it! I feel drawn to [Y/N]. It’s like there’s a string attached to the both of us, pulling me toward their direction!” Lukas says, his cheeks turning bright red as he attempts to explain this so-called connection between you and him.

Albedo turns to look at you, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. “What about you, my comet? Do you feel any connection with this man?” Albedo asks, looking at the brewery owner from the corner of his eyes.

“The only connection I’m feeling right now is between me and this mushroom pizza!” You said, reaching toward the pizza tray.

A smirk appears on Kaveh’s face as he flicks his hair off his shoulders. “You were saying?” Kaveh asks sassily.

Lukas sputters while you take a bite out from the slice of pizza, swaying in your seat as you happily chew the cheesy mushroom pizza. Al Haitham looks at Lukas with a small glare, leaning back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

“Since [Y/N] has indirectly confirmed that they do not feel any connection toward you, it's best you leave all of us alone,” Al Haitham says, closing his eyes.

A small gasp can be heard coming from Lukas. He turns to look at you, placing his hand on your bicep and giving you a pleading look. Zhongli and Diluc reach for Lukas’ arm, gripping it so tightly that they could snap his arm in half if they were to apply any more pressure.

Lukas whispers, “Please, [Y/N]. Perhaps if I explain it to you a little more clearly, you’ll understand what I’m saying!”

You scratch your head awkwardly while holding the slice of pizza in your left hand. “Lukas, even if you explain what this connection feels like, I won’t be able to feel it. Besides, I’m in a relationship,” you say, taking another bite of your pizza.

Lukas was about to respond when Cyno stood up suddenly, walking over to Lukas. Lukas gives Cyno a weary look, slowly backing up from your seat. Tighnari sighed and rubbed his temples, unsure whether he should stop Cyno from intimidating Lukas for letting Cyno continue out of pure entertainment and as a lesson for Lukas to learn. Tighnari decides not to interfere this time, watching the scene unfold.

Cyno stands behind your seat, his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s evident that [Y/N] is not interested in you, Lukas. No matter how much you try to convince them that you two are a perfect match, they’re in a relationship with all of us,” Cyno gestures to the twenty-four men sitting at the table.

“They’re dating twenty-five of you?! How is that even possible? How does the relationship even work?” Lukas exclaims, looking at everyone in disbelief.

You shrug your shoulders and reach for your drink. “I’m dating all of them, but to them, I’m dating them individually, you understand? They’re not dating each other, either. They’re only dating me,” you explain, sipping your drink.

Lukas laughs in disbelief, running his hands through his blond tresses. “So, what you are is Teyvat’s biggest whore, is what I’m hearing,” Lukas sneers.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Tighnari says, slamming his hands on the table and standing up.

Scaramouche, Kazuha, and Baizhu escort Lukas out of the restaurant before Lukas can cause any more scenes. You sit there, contemplating what Lukas had called you just a few seconds ago. You poke the inside of your cheek, letting out a soft “huh.”

“All because I’m in a relationship and all because a man like him can’t handle rejection,” you comment, putting the cup on the table.

Pierro sighs and shakes his head. “Please do not take offense to his words. He is a weak-minded man who gets his feelings hurt easily,” Pierro spats, glaring at the restaurant door.

If you weren’t interested in Lukas Schmidt in the first place, his calling you a whore was a cherry on top. You wanted to burst out laughing in his face. You weren’t sure if he called you that because you were dating these men or because you rejected him.

Either way, you weren’t surprised that Lukas went from being infatuated with you to calling you Teyvat’s biggest whore. How typical for a man of his caliber. It’s laughable and pathetic. Kazuha, Scaramouche, and Baizhu soon return to the restaurant, looking visibly irritated. Scaramouche wipes the blood in the corner of his mouth and plops down in his seat.

Scaramouche clears his throat. “I made sure that he won’t be bothering us ever again,” Scaramouche states, tapping his fingers on the table.

“Oh? How so?” You ask, looking at Scaramouche curiously.

Kazuha clears his throat. “We can’t tell you what happened, or else it’ll ruin the element of surprise,” Kazuha says, shooting you a smile.

“You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” Baizhu asks.

You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure I should be the one to ask you three that question,” you said, eyes landing on the faint blood stains on their ironed tuxedos.

Pantalone leans back in his seat with a glass cup of wine in his hands. “They look fine to me! I’m pretty sure the blood stains on their clothes don’t belong to any of them,” Pantalone chuckles, sipping the red wine.

You and the men continue the anniversary date as usual. This time, instead of you sitting between Zhongli and Diluc, you switch seats with each man so you can sit beside every man without making them move. Though the seat changes happen every time you finish eating something, whether it’s a slice of pizza, a sweet madame,

You didn’t mind changing seats every now and then. As long as you get to eat something, you’re not complaining. The anniversary dinner has come to an end, and you were on the brink of passing out.

“Someone ate a little bit too much,” Dottore snickers, watching Capitano scoop you in his arms and carry you bridal style out of the restaurant.

You snuggle up against Capitano’s chest. “Can you blame me?” You mumble, closing your eyes before covering your mouth with your hand and yawning. “At least I’ll get a good night's sleep when we get back to the abode,” you say.

“You didn’t eat too much, did you? Do you remember the last time you did that?” Capitano asks, not taking his eyes off what’s in front of him while carrying you in his arms.

You shake your head. “I didn’t overeat, I promise,” you reply.

The last time you ate too much food was at the Windblume festival. There were many festival-themed foods at the concession stands, and you wanted to try every food and snack the vendors offered. And what happened three hours later? Your stomach started hurting a lot, you could barely breathe, and finally, you threw it all back up for the next three hours. Since then, you have been a little bit cautious with the amount of food you ingest.

The second time someone approached you was more…. Interesting and things were offered to you. And by things being offered to you, you mean Mora. You’re at a party on the Pearl Galley with your beloved boyfriends. At first, when you and the men received the party invitation, you were a bit miffed when you saw where the party was located. The Pearl Galley is an interesting boat, and you’re not a massive fan of it. But for this party in particular, there were no prostitutes— much to your surprise, but you’re relieved.

Although despite the prostitutes not being on the boat for the party, you continue to feel uneasy about being on this particular boat. To be frank, you would rather be on the Crux than the Pearl Galley. Anyway, back to the party. It’s a black-tie party. Everyone is wearing the fanciest dresses and tuxedos they have, and everyone on the ship looks dazzling. Even with the fanciest clothing you have on, you continue to feel out of place.

“You can all roam around the boat if you’d like. I’m not forcing any of you to keep me company,” you say, sipping on the champagne.

Ayato shakes his head. “We know how you feel about this boat. We want to keep you company and make sure you’re okay,” Ayato replies.

“Besides, it's not like we’ll wander off and find a prostitute to sleep with while the party is going on,” Childe laughs.

You press your lips into a thin line and stare at Childe. Itto smacks Childe upside of his head with a glare. You take a deep breath and down the champagne. The men look at you worriedly. You’re not the type to drink any alcohol or liquor, but when you do drink it, it means something is bothering you, and you need to distract yourself.

You hold the empty champagne glass up. “Oh, my! Empty already? I’m going to get another drink,” you say, giving the men a fake smile before walking away.

The men watch you walk over to the snack and drinks table, keeping yourself distracted with food and drinks.

Itto sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “You really couldn’t keep your mouth shut on that one? Now [Y/N] is going to be overthinking and drink away their worries with champagne,” Itto says, gesturing over to where you’re standing.

“For once, Itto is correct. That comment was unnecessary, Harbinger. Even if it is a ‘joke.’ You know how they feel about the Pearl Galley,” Xiao huffs.

While the men are scolding Childe and trying not to draw attention to themselves, you’re currently taking small sips of your second champagne of the evening while snacking on cheese, ham, and crackers. It’s a simple snack at the event, but you need something to keep you occupied. Therefore you are crafting your mini snack sandwich while taking occasional sips of the champagne. You’re so occupied (thankfully) with the snacks you don’t notice an older gentleman approaching you at the snack table. The man clears his throat to grab your attention. You look up from your small plate of cracker sandwiches and blink at the man owlishly.

The older gentleman before you has salt-and-pepper hair and a beard, and he is wearing a black suit (like every other man on this ship). You couldn’t tell what region he came from for this event, but he looked too old for your taste. Wait a minute—

“Excuse me, are you perhaps [Y/N]?” Asks the older gentleman.

You nod robotically. “Yes, you’re speaking to [Y/N],” you say, taking a sip of your champagne without taking your eyes away from the man.

The man’s eyes light up. “Wonderful! May I ask you to do me a huge favor for not only myself but for my son and my family?” He asks, clasping his hands together in front of him.

Back to where the men are all standing, Heizou notices you talking to a strange man at the snack table. You look shocked and flustered, tucking your hair behind your ears while trying to find a way to speak to the older gentleman in front of you. Heizou narrows his eyes and holds his hand up, grabbing the others' attention from scolding Childe.

“Who is that man, and why is he speaking to [Y/N]?” Heizou asks, pointing in your and the man’s direction.

Aether shrugs. “I have no idea who that man is, but he looks like an important figure,” Aether murmurs, stroking his chin while leaning against the railing of the ship.

“Should we step in?” Thoma asks nervously, watching you give the man a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

You reply something to the man before grabbing the plate, beginning to make your way toward where the men are standing. The look of panic flashes across the man’s face for a brief moment before he runs to stand in front of you, blocking your way. You stop in your tracks and stare at the man with a deep frown, your shoulders tensed, and your grip tightened on the plate and champagne glass. Your reaction reminds Gorou of a hostile kitten, back arched, fur standing up, tail puffed out, claws ready to strike.

Scaramouche clenches his jaws. “Guess we’ll have to teach someone a lesson tonight,” Scaramouche grumbles, pulling up the sleeves of his buttoned-up shirt.

“Please, [Y/N]! My family and I need you to do us this huge favor! Without your help, we wouldn’t be able to achieve our goal!” The man says, his hands twitching, getting ready to grab your wrist to prevent you from walking away from him.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in your offer.” You stated firmly.

You begin to walk around the man, only for him to grab your biceps.

“Please! You can’t just pass up on the offer! What do you want from me? I can give you whatever you want!” The man sputters.

You look at the man and tug your arm from his grasp, but he tightens his grip, leaving finger indentation on your arms. You sigh and take a deep breath. Great. Now, what are you going to do with this man? He’s very desperate for your help, and you’re not sure what else to do. You have rejected his offer prior, but his desperation is sad.

You clear your throat. “What I need you to do for me is to leave me alone, sir. I declined your offer a few minutes ago. Nothing in the world can convince me to do you that favor,” you said.

With one final tug of your arm, the man lets go, and you turn to walk away, only to almost walk into someone’s chest. You step back and see Pierro and the other men standing there, glaring at the man behind you. None of the men looked too pleased with what they had just witnessed.

Pierro crosses his arms over his chest. “May I ask what’s going on here?” Pierro asks gruffly.

The man huffs loudly. “It is none of any of your businesses!” The man retorts, rolling his eyes.

Dainsleif glares at the older man and gestures for you to walk to him. You walk over to Dainsleif without hesitation and stand behind him while holding onto his right arm, peeking from Dainsleif’s shoulders.

“It is certainly our business when the person we love is involved,” Dainsleif states, tightening his grip on your hand.

Kaeya smirks and steps forward. “You look like a knowledgeable man. How come it’s hard for you to accept no for an answer?” Kaeya asks, raising an eyebrow at the older man in front of him.

“What did you ask them that made them react in such a way?” Kazuha asks, standing beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

The man looks away, refusing to answer. He sticks his nose up in the air with a loud huff of breath, crossing his arms over his chest. The men rolled their eyes before turning to look at you worriedly. You shake your head and down your second glass of champagne of the night. You don’t know how many glasses of champagne you’re going to need to drink to forget about the man’s offer.

Diluc places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I don’t think you should be drinking too much, sweetheart. Remember how you hate alcohol and how it tastes?” Diluc reminds you.

You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue before answering, “I do hate the taste of alcohol, but after hearing the man’s offer, I’m going to need a couple of glasses to forget.”

Zhongli stares at you quizzically, his eyebrows furrowing. “What did he offer to you?” Zhongli asks slowly, turning his head to the side to look at the man.

You look over at the man and gnaw on the inside of your cheek. The man stares at you, waiting for you to respond to Zhongli’s question. The way the man was looking at you is like he’s challenging you in a way. You don’t like it. It feels like he’s mocking you. You let out a slow deep breath, looking at your empty champagne glass.

“Why don’t you all keep me company at the snack table. I’m in need of another cup of champagne,” you say nonchalantly.

You walk toward the snack table, brushing past the older man after giving him a side-eye glance. The men give each other looks before following after you, making sure to bump shoulders with the man when they walk past him. Scaramouche smirks and not-so-subtlely zaps the man in his ribs, causing him to jolt and yowl in pain.

Cyno snickers and high-fives Scaramouche before tucking his hands in his slacks and walking to the table where you and the other men are standing. You shove two cracker sandwiches in your mouth and reach for a napkin and another glass of champagne.

“Now, care to explain to us what happened between you and that old man over there?” Kaveh asks, looking over at the man from a distance.

Cyno reaches forward and wipes the crumb off the corner of your lips. “And don’t eat too fast. You’re going to choke,” Cyno mutters, shaking his head.

You swallow the cracker sandwich and wipe your lips with the napkin. “I would rather die from choking on the cracker sandwiches than take up on that old man’s offer,” you groused, sipping your third glass of champagne.

“What did he say to you that is making you drink your third cup of champagne?” Al Haitham demands, towering over you while looking at you with concern.

You sigh loudly and place your plate and champagne on the table. “To be honest, I’m still trying to take time to process what he offered to me.” You reply, scratching your arm.

“What did he offer?” Tighnari asks wearily.

You purse your lips and debate on whether you should tell them what the man offered or if you should tell them to forget it and continue to enjoy the party on the… Pearl Galley. On second thought, perhaps you need another drink. You reach for your champagne, preparing to down your third champagne of the night, but Albedo quickly snatches it from your grasp with a head shake.

“I think you’ve had enough drinks for the night, starlight. Drinking too much isn’t good for you, and you know that,” Albedo chides.

“Great, what am I going to drink now?” You mumble, sticking your bottom lip out.

Venti pats your shoulders and gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure you can drink water! We’re worried you’re going to drink too much and have a nasty hangover the next day,” says Venti.

“Now, spill it. What did that old man say to you?” Pantalone demands, narrowing his eyes while tapping his finger on his biceps.

You sigh and lean on the table. Here goes nothing. “The man begged me to marry his son so his son can live, and be a permanent citizen, in Inazuma because his son has been studying abroad there for almost a year, and he doesn’t want to return to his home country,” you reply.

“Marry his son?” Baizhu asks, looking at you incredulously.

Dottore shakes his head. “No, you are not going to marry that man’s son just because he refuses to return to whatever region he’s from,” Dottore states, clenching his hands into tight fists.

“Plus, you’re not even a citizen of Inazuma. What gave him the impression that you’re an Inazuma resident?” Capitano asks.

You run your fingers through your hair with a shaky laugh. “I don’t know! I told him I was not going to do it! And then….” you trailed off, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples with your fingers.

You’re starting to get a headache. You’re not sure if it’s from being on the ship for too long, if it’s the champagne, or if you’re feeling overwhelmed by the things that had happened within a few hours of you being at the party. Either way, you want to leave the Pearl Galley, return to the abode, and sleep.

“And then….?” Gorou repeats, anxious about hearing what else you’re about to say.

You open your eyes and let your hands fall at your sides. “This man is so desperate for his son to live in Inazuma that he offered to pay me twenty million Mora. Twenty million Mora just to marry his son and for their entire family to be citizens of Inazuma,” you conclude, propping your hands on your hips.

“Twenty million Mora for that? Quite frankly, I have way more than that,” Pantalone mutters, puckering his lips, taking a cracker sandwich and eating it.

Diluc shakes his head. “No matter how much Mora that old man offers you, do not take it. It’s sketchy, you’re already in a relationship, and you’re not a resident of Inazuma,” Diluc says, clenching his jaws.

You give Diluc a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it, Diluc. I shot down his offer the minute he presented it to me,” you say.

“But he’s been persistent about it,” Ayato mutters, looking over at where the man stands with a glare.

You nod in response. “Unfortunately. The old man has been very persistent, and I don’t know what else to do! I told him no, and he won’t accept no for an answer!” You say. “I need a drink,” you muttered.

“Did he even tell you his name? If he’s willing to offer you twenty million Mora to marry his son so he and his entire family could be residents of Inazuma, then he must be an important figure in Teyvat, no?” Aether asks, stroking his chin.

You shrug in response, take the champagne glass from Albedo, and chug it. You’re starting to feel buzzed, but you don’t think three glasses of champagne is strong enough to make you forget about the offer. That and the fact you’re on the Pearl Galley. A boat where many go to sleep around and gamble their life savings away. Or something like that.

“Do you want us to find out who his son is? We can do that for you if you’d like! After all, it’s part of our job as a Harbinger,” Childe offers, propping his arm on your shoulder.

You sigh and wave your hand around. “I don’t really care who he or his son is. I just want to go home and go to bed,” you say.

“Yelan is going to be disappointed. She invited us all to the party and looked forward to seeing us there. Especially you,” Xiao mutters, looking at the woman from a distance.

Your hands are itching for another champagne. Archons, you just want to go home. You’ve been here for a short time, and many things have gone to shit faster than you expect them to. You didn’t even get to speak to Yelan about the party, but it looks like you’re going to have to call it a night. Plus, the longer you stay at the party, the more you’ll be drinking, and you’re not usually the type to drink alcohol.

You shove a cracker sandwich into your mouth. “If you all want to stay at the party, you can stay. I’m not forcing any of you to go home with me,” you say with your mouth full. “Plus, if any of you stay, please tell Yelan I said hello and apologize for me because of how early I left,” you added.

“We’re not going to let you return to the abode alone while you’re almost as drunk as that old geezer over there,” Thoma says, gesturing toward another party guest, tripping over his feet.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. I only had three glasses,” you mutter.

You turned around and made your way toward the exit of the boat. You weren’t sure if its because the ship was on the water, but you were having a little bit of a hard time walking. You’re swaying on your feet and can barely walk in a straight line. Kazuha chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, helping you step off the Pearl Galley.

Kazuha murmurs into your ears, “I believe three is your limit in alcohol,” Kazuha murmurs.

You rest your head on Kazuha’s shoulders and close your eyes. “Not gonna lie, I kind of regret drinking three glasses of champagne,” you whisper to Kazuha.

“That’s right, [Y/N]. You should regret it! Did you learn from your mistakes now?” You hear Tighnari ask from a distance.

Oh, right. You forgot that Tighnari and Gorou have a keen sense of hearing. How could you forget about that so easily? On to Tighnari’s question: did you learn from your mistake? Well, you chugging three glasses of champagne wasn’t a mistake. You knew what you were doing, and it was not a mistake. Therefore, not really, but did you regret drinking three glasses of champagnes? Yes, because now you can kind of walk in a straight line, but with Kazuha’s help.

You wave off Tighnari’s comment, saying, “All of you can scold me when we get back to the abode.”

Fast forwarding to the next day, you woke up with a headache. While you didn’t drink too much alcohol, you certainly drank more than what you usually consume. And that is three glasses too many. You bury your face into your pillow and pray that no one knows you have a hangover. They’re going to say, “I told you so,” and basically rub it in your face while scolding you simultaneously.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You peek from under the pillow, hesitating on whether you should answer or you should continue to pretend that you’re still sleeping.

“We know you’re awake,” You hear Gorou say from behind the door.

You toss the pillow off your head and sit up. “How could you tell!?” You ask, staring at the closed door with shock.

The door opens, revealing Gorou, Itto, and Baizhu. Itto points at Gorou and toward the hallway.

“Gorou and Tighnari say you breathe a certain way when you’re asleep and when you’re awake. When everyone is asleep, their breaths are even and steady compared to when they’re awake,” Itto explains, walking toward your bed and plopping down beside you with a grin.

Baizhu hands you a pill and a glass cup of water. You give Baizhu a tight smile before taking the medication and glass cup from his hands. You pop the pill into your mouth and chug the water, wincing when you feel the pill get caught in your throat for a second before going down your throat when you chug as much water as you can.

Baizhu props his hands on his hips. “How are you feeling today? Do you have any pounding headaches, feel nauseous, or feel like you got hit by a mitachurl in any way?” Baizhu asks.

“I do have a headache, but it’s not as bad. I don’t feel nauseous, thankfully. Nor do I feel like I got hit by a mitachurl,” you reply, wiping your lips and putting the cup on your nightstand.

A knock is heard on your door. You lean to the side and look at the door to see Heizou standing there with a smile. You returned the smile and waved for him to enter your room. Heizou runs his hands through his hair and waltz into your room.

Heizou clasps his hands in front of his chest. “I have news regarding the man who wouldn’t leave you alone last night,” Heizou says.

You look at Heizou with wide eyes, shocked and surprised to hear the men had identified the man from the party at the Pearl Galley the night before. Actually, you didn’t expect them to track down information about the older gentleman. I mean…. Knowing Childe and the other Harbingers, they would definitely hunt the older man down for what had happened the night before. That, and because of the twenty million Mora being offered to you just to marry his son.

“I have a feeling everyone is going to need to know about this, so I’ll get up from my bed now,” you mutter. “Oh, but let me brush my teeth first,” you say.

You quickly brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and used the toilet. Thankfully, you can feel the medicine Baizhu gave you start to kick in. You walk out of the bathroom, and Itto offers to carry you downstairs. Since you did have a hangover, you might as well let Itto carry you down the stairs to where everyone is waiting for you. Itto squats in front of you, his back facing your direction. You hop on Itto’s back and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Itto, Gorou, Baizhu, and Heizou walk out of your room with you in tow. You bury your face into Itto’s back when you feel a faint pounding in your head. While the pain medication Baizhu gave you did help ease your headache, you can still kind of feel it. It’s there, but not as present as it was when you woke up today.

You hear Venti chirping, “Ah! There they are! And they have [Y/N] with them as well!”

You wince and continue to press your face against Itto’s back, tightening your arms around his neck. Itto gives your arm a reassuring squeeze.

Zhongli sighs. “And I see they have a hangover. Luckily, I brewed some tea for you to drink while we discuss this matter,” Zhongli says.

Itto lowers you to the ground, helping you sit on the seat between Dottore and Cyno. Zhongli slides the teacup over to you. You give Zhongli a grateful smile, take the teacup and begin sipping from the ceramic cup. The tea is still warm. It’s very herbally with a hint of ginger. You’re not an avid tea drinker, but you needed to drink some tea for your hangover.

You clear your throat, wiping the small droplets of tea from the rim of the cup. “Heizou informed me that you guys have some information on this man?” You murmur.

“That we do,” Pierro nods.

Everyone goes silent after Pierro replies, making you suspicious of what they are going to say next. They all traded looks with each other as if they were debating on who would be telling you the news and who was not going to be the one to do it. It’s almost like a silent argument between twenty-five people, and you’re just watching them make weird facial expressions at each other while mouthing something.

Dottore lets out a long exhale, rolling his eyes. “Fine! I’ll do it!” Dottore says, turning in your direction before giving you a sweet smile. “[Y/N], darling, the man who has been bothering you is Boris Ivanov. He is from Snezhnaya. While his record is clean in Snezhnaya, his son, not so much,” Dottore explains.

“What’s his son’s name?” You ask anxiously.

Capitano props his leg on the ottoman in front of him. “His son’s name is Aleksei Ivanov. A few months ago, he borrowed millions of Mora from the Northland Bank in Liyue but failed to pay back the bank. He is currently on the run and is trying to seek refuge in a closed-off region. Hence why he wanted to marry you, even though you’re not a citizen of Inazuma,” Capitano says.

You did a double-take. “Hold on, you guys said that this Aleksei man borrowed millions of Mora from the Northland bank and failed to repay the Fatui. How come his father offered to pay me twenty million Mora to marry his son?” You cocked an eyebrow at the men. “I don’t know about you, but something is not adding up!”

“Aleksei’s father refused to give his son money after getting in trouble with the law many times. While Boris can help Aleksei pay off the debt he has with the Fatui, Aleksei does not want to put that burden on his father,” Scaramouche replies, rolling his eyes.

You pursed your lips. “And yet Aleksei wants to put that burden on me? A complete stranger who is also dating a few of the members of the Fatui?” You raise your eyebrows. “It’s going to put a target on my forehead, too, you know?” You ask, poking the center of your forehead.

Kaeya chuckles and ruffles your hair. “Relax, you’re not going to get harmed,” Kaeya says, giving you a suave smile.

You stare at Kaeya blankly and turn to look at the others. “What is Kaeya implying, and why do I have a bad feeling about this?” You ask, pointing at the tanned man behind you.

“On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your acting skills?” Al Haitham asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Oh no, they’re up to something, and you know they won’t tell you what they’re up to until you answer their pressing questions. You pinch the bridge of your nose and down the tea that Zhongli had brewed for you. You put the ceramic teacup on the table, wishing the tea was champagne. Just when you thought you were going to finally have a break from the things that have been going on for the last few days (maybe even weeks, you lost your sense of time since the first incident).

“I don’t know? A five, maybe? What are you buffoons up to?” You ask, sitting back in your seat with your arms over your chest, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“Baby, we love you, and we care about you a lot. Can you do us a huge favor?” Kaveh asks, batting his eyelashes at you.

Your eyes widen. “Baby? Oh, this must be a big deal because you’re not calling me an abyss mage this time!” You said, reaching forward and pinching Kaveh’s cheek.

Dainsleif interjects, “Technically, you’re doing a favor for the Harbingers. I’m against you doing this because it’s dangerous.”

You give the men a weary look. “What do you have in mind?”

The men give you a fake smile while the Harbingers start explaining to you what you’re tasked to do. This is your first undercover mission for the Fatui, and it’s weird and nerve-wracking. Dottore and Pantalone jokingly called you an honorary member of the Fatui, earning a heated glare from Diluc and him immediately shooting down the title. And now here you are, sitting in Komore Teahouse, waiting for Aleksei to show up to the teahouse a few days after the men devised a plan on how to capture Aleksei.

You let out a shaky sigh and start to mess with the small decorations in the teahouse. “I’m not going to be alone with Aleksei, am I? I don’t feel comfortable with being alone with him,” you confess.

Albedo squeezes your hand. “We’re not going to leave you alone in the teahouse with Aleksei. All of us will be in the teahouse but hidden from plain sight,” Albedo explains.

“You have nothing to worry about. All you need to do is talk to Aleksei and get to know him. You don’t have to do anything else after. One of the Harbingers will jump in and take it from there,” Tighnari reassures you, squeezing your shoulders.

Cyno crosses his arms over his chest and analyzes the teahouse with disinterest. “Are you sure this is going to work? Aleksei has been on the run for who knows how long. Do you think he’s stupid enough to fall for it?” Cyno asks.

You shrug. “One way to find out is to wait and see,” you reply.

Everyone ends up leaving the main room you’re sitting in. Because Thoma is familiar with Komore Teahouse, he volunteered to play as the host of the teahouse. About fifteen minutes later, Aleksei finally shows up at the teahouse. You expected Aleksei to be on edge and constantly looking over his shoulders to see if there were any looming Harbingers in the shadows. Still, he looked relaxed and did not seem to be tensed at all.

Aleksei sits across from you, his back facing the entrance, while sipping on his tea happily and eating the onigiri with eagerness. The way he ate the onigiri made you assume he didn’t eat anything on the way to the teahouse.

“Your father begged for me to marry you so you and your family can be citizens of Inazuma,” you said nonchalantly, tracing your fingers over the rim of the cup.

Aleksei rolls his eyes and swallows the onigiri in his mouth, wiping his mouth on the napkin. “How much did he offer you?” Aleksei asks, tapping his fingers on the table.

“What did he not offer me? I was taken aback when he almost got on his knees for me to marry you,” you reply, resting your head on your hand. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Aleksei shrugs his shoulders. “Well, what do you think? Are you going to help me and my family, or what? I… did something stupid, and now I can’t do anything to get rid of my problem.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t know, Aleksei. I had many suitors in the past, and many people begged me to date or marry their son, cousin, grandson, and nephews. I’m a picky person when it comes to finding a significant other. What makes you so special out of all the candidates?” You ask, tapping your fingers on the table.

Aleksei smirks and leans forward, mimicking you by resting his head on the palm of his hands and tilting his head to the side. You look at Aleksei skeptically, waiting for him to answer your question. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, nor do you like how close he is to you. The distance between you and Aleksei seems to have gotten smaller.

Aleksei reaches across the table and places his hand over yours. “Other than my father offering you Mora, I have a few things in mind to convince you,” Aleksei winks at you, lacing his fingers with yours.

You suddenly have the urge to puke. You swallow the bile that slowly made its way up your throat and give Aleksei a fake smile. Aleksei reaches toward you and brushes your hair away from your face, tucking a stray hair behind your ears.

You look away from Aleksei and let out a sigh. “And what do you have in mind exactly, Aleksei?” You whisper.

Aleksei gets up from his seat and walks around the table, sitting beside you. You look at Aleksei with wide eyes as he closes his eyes and slowly leans forward. Right when Aleksei is about to press his lips against yours, a hand suddenly reaches out from behind the curtain and rips Aleksei away from you. You nearly let out a loud sigh of relief when Childe seizes the blond Snezhnayan man.

“Sorry to interrupt your little date, but I don’t appreciate seeing another man having the gall to kiss the love of my life,” Childe says, squeezing Aleksei’s shoulders tightly.

“Love of your life?!” Aleksei sputters, gazing at Childe in disbelief before looking at you with wide eyes. “You’re in a relationship!?” Aleksei shrieks.

You puckered your lips and looked away from Aleksei, twirling your hair around your index finger while pretending you didn’t see a thing. “Oh please, he’s one of my many other suitors. Did you forget about that already, Aleksei?” You ask, scratching the back of your neck.

“You—”

Childe rolls his eyes and signals for the other Harbingers to enter the room. Aleksei’s face turns pale with fear and realization. He begins to thrash around in Childe’s grasp, only for Childe to tighten his grip around Aleksei’s wrists.

“Aleksei, it’s been a while. Care to chat with the five of us?” Pantalone asks, raising his eyebrows at the blond man before him.

Childe drags Aleksei out of the room, the other four Harbingers circling around Aleksei to make sure he doesn’t escape. You sigh and rest your head on the table. You look over at the menu, contemplating whether you should order alcohol or not. Wait, do they offer alcohol at a teahouse?

“That went on longer than I thought,” Aether says, walking into the room with his hands in his pockets.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, no kidding. Aleksei almost kissed me! He has fish breath, too,” you shuddered. “What took you guys so long to intervene!? I was suffering and nearly broke character so many times!” You throw your hands in the air.

“I’m impressed you were to stay in character for this long. You looked like you wanted to throw a teapot at his head,” Cyno commented, the corners of his lips quirking up.

“I did. Being alone with Aleksei for some time is torturous.” You mutter, getting up from your seat and stretching your arms. “What would’ve pulled this performance together would be if you all stepped into this room one by one, professing your love for me, but that would be suspicious and weird..”

“We could, but we wouldn’t do that,” Ayato says, giving you a teasing smile.

You pout and look away. “I know, can’t someone like me dream?” You grumble.

Scaramouche leans in, placing his hand behind his ear. “What was that? We didn’t hear you,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes. “I said I need a drink!” You huff, making your way toward the exit. “I need to forget Aleksei and his fish breath,” you said.

Albedo wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Did you happen to forget that you made a promise with us that you wouldn’t drink anymore?” Albedo asks.

You rest your head on Albedo’s shoulder and close your eyes. “Unfortunately, I do. I also made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t be drinking as well,” you mumbled.

You and the men return to the abode, making sure the citizens who would usually approach you in the city wouldn’t see you leave the teahouse. You’re not prepared for another proposal or matchmaking from anyone. But if anyone does dare to propose to you or beg you to marry their son, nephew, cousin, brother, etc., you will start asking the men when they will pop that question. How else will other people in Teyvat know that you and the men are committed to each other? You don’t need any other suitors at the moment. You already have twenty-five suitors and are unsure when you’ll expand your dating circle.

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Hello, i’m back 😁.

I’m finaly going to ask you the 3 part of Yautja female reader raised on earth.

So reader had her first heat and she spend it with her yautja male. And suprise !!!! She’s pregnant !

Her mate want to take her to their home planet but reader becomes agressive when he tried and they all know the rule : you don’t fuck with pregnant yautja. No seriously, never do that.

And so the male see the way her family is really happy about this news and they help reader with her pregnancy and they fully support her. Which is suprising for our male yautja because usualy pregnant females yautja go on their pregnancy alone. And if you feel up for it, could you write about active labour : reader is having contractions for hours, she wants support and her mate ( males aren’t suppose to ne here for the labor ) and then the baby is here and everyone love this little buttle of joy.

Hope you have time for this resquest and thanks for reading this, bye.

Welcome back! The third part of the Predator saga has been requested by @avaleigh16 as well, so I’m tagging you as promised! :) Each Predator is written under the assumption that you’ve picked them as a partner with perhaps a little bit of reaction from the other suitors. Sorry for the delay!

Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons: Mating

Featuring the four Predator types and their independent story if you’ve accepted them as your mate. Dealing with pregnancy and birth.

Part 1: Meeting

Part 2: Courting

Part 3: Mating

After a long and exhausting courting process from all these unexpected suitors, you’ve made your decision and chose your mate. Not only that, but consuming the new relationship has left you visibly pregnant. And the father is none other than…

Feral Predator

What a bizarre choice in the eyes of the other suitors. You’ve picked the foreigner of unknown origins, from the deserted plains of the opposing hemisphere. Two different Yautja species meeting and mating. What would the outcome be? Neither the Feral Predator nor you care much about genetics. He is much more interested in planning his new family unit, except you’re not as enthusiastic about leaving your caregivers behind. Surely you can’t expect to raise your children with these frail humans. They have no skill nor value to pass on to your offspring and there are no biological ties holding you back. He notices your increased aggression and would rather not press the matters further and compromise your health, at least for now. And while he is baffled by the strange customs of assisting you throughout your pregnancy, he can’t deny the enjoyment of being included. To your surprise, in your moments of required bed rest, you spot Feral Predator continuing your household tasks for the humans. He doesn’t agree with your choices, but he will respect them nevertheless. If the humans are this important to you, he can make the effort to tolerate them.

Elite Predator

Being on this pathetic planet hasn’t eroded your common sense it seems. You’ve made the right choice. All that’s left is returning to Yautja Prime, preferably before you have to carry a needy newborn around. His patience is running thin upon hearing your obstinate refusals. What could it be this time? Pregnancy hormones? Alas, he’d rather not fight you in this feral state. It’s not optimal, but right now there’s little room for protest. If you so desire, you can have your final stay with the little creatures. Although he’s not happy at all to witness them flocking to your aid whenever something is required. You can spot the Elite Predator sulking from a distance, following his part in the tradition and giving you space. His frown, however, only lasts until the first contractions. The small earthly creatures demand his presence. It is not commonly done, but then again, can he really miss the opportunity of attending the birth of his own offspring? It’s a comical sight, his tall frame towering over the gathered family, and you can’t help but chuckle between the labored breaths. You’ll deal with his moods later.

Fugitive Bad Blood

The Fugitive knew that despite all the disapproving eyes, you’d still pick him as your partner. You have the blood of your parents running through your veins. For how long were you planning on avoiding your nature, your very fate? Thankfully you’ve come to your senses, though he might need to shake the remaining doubt off of you with his own hands. Your attachment to these life forms is frankly annoying and he doesn’t mind making the choices for you. In fact, there’s no decision to make if you only have one option. He has already proven to you that anyone else besides him is a superfluous existence. He is your guarantee to survival and anything else your heart might desire. You have managed to keep him away from your family with distant promises of compliance once the suckling is here. As you approach the moment of birth, you can sense his excitement and anticipation. The tension is the air is thick, almost suffocating. You don’t doubt his loyalty to you. If only you could use it for the safety of your earthly parents instead.

Berserker

You choosing him as your partner was the best for everyone, really. He would’ve had no trouble hunting down his competition. You soon find out just how possessive and territorial the Berserker is when not even your family can approach you. Perhaps the pregnancy has caused him to be extra careful. Not only are you his mate, but the mother of his future sucklings, so he’s not taking any risks of a foreign presence outside his own. After all, why would you need anyone else but him? You can feel anger knotting inside your stomach, but fighting against the Berserker is not the wisest move. Even though he wouldn’t recklessly jeopardize his lineage. Most likely. Probably. You will have to do something soon, because he has expressed his intentions to leave this planet as soon as the birth happens. Naturally you’ll join him. There’s a long life ahead and he’s determined to keep you with him. Just what have you gotten yourself into?

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Yandere Taro & Ayato x male reader

Where reader is a popular guy who’s friends with all the groups. He always has his arm draped around someone, either across their shoulders or around the waist (platonically.) However everyone has developed feelings for him because of it. Especially the yan duo, who aren’t too keen on sharing with anyone else but themselves.

Kidnapped By Obsession

Yandere!Ayato Aishi + Yandere!Taro Yamada x Male Reader

A/N: Hello! This fic was requested over on our Tumblr! Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely enjoyed writing this fic, probably one of my favourites I’ve written yet. This fic is a little over 2.3k words, thank you for being very patient with me, this was delayed for a little while but I hope you guys enjoy it. Any feedback is appreciated!

(I do not support yandev.)

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Yandere simulator, Yanderes, Murder, Weapons, Blood, Violence and Kidnapping!

Y/N arrived at school late, a few minutes after the bell had rung for break. He walked over to his locker, putting his bag away and grabbing out his bento box. Just as he shut his locker, Kokona popped up into his vision, a small smile appeared on the female's face. “Hi Y/N-Kun! I didn’t see you in the morning so I figured you weren’t coming to school today.” she spoke softly, taking his hand in her own.

Y/N smiled in return as Kokona started to lead him towards the doors of the courtyard. “I slept in.” he responds, chuckling softly as he pushes the door open, Kokona following after him as they stroll through the courtyard, eyes following the two. Well, more so Y/N. An extremely well known and popular guy at the school, he practically befriended everyone he knew. He was very charismatic and easy to get along with.

Kokona let out a small laugh, slowly letting go of his hand. Osana looked up, seeing Y/N had finally arrived. She groaned softly, seeing the purple haired female there besides him already. She huffed, turning to face Taro who was already watching the two approach them.

“Taro! She’s always with him, practically a fly stuck to a spider's web. It sucks, I never get alone time with him without that idiot around.” she whined lowly, referring to Kokona.

Taro locked eyes onto Y/N, he couldn’t help but stare, completely blocking out Osana’s whining and complaining. He could feel his heart race slightly, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was absolutely perfect in every way, shape, and form. Whilst he was lost in thought, Osana grew increasingly irritated with her best friend, she shoved him harshly, Taro suddenly snapping out of his thoughts.

Kokona exchanged a friendly greeting with Taro, trying her best to greet the ginger. Meanwhile Osana snarled slightly, being completely impolite but still managing a quick ‘Hello.’

Y/N greeted Osana with a happy expression, absolutely glad to see his friend after the weekend. Osana’s demeanour changed within seconds as her friend acknowledged her. “Hi Y/N-Kun!” she spoke ecstatic, her mood being ruined when he turned his attention to Taro.

Taro smiled slightly, watching him. “Hello Y/N..” he said timidly, feeling his heartbeat pace faster. “Hello Taro, it’s nice seeing you again.” he spoke, giving a small nod.

The raven haired male’s cheeks lit up, dusting a soft pink coat as Kokona and Y/N started to walk off, Osana walked after them, Taro shutting his book and following closely behind. “Can I come? It gets kinda lonely just sitting here.” he hummed, finding some excuse to come with them.

Y/N gave a small nod of approval, Taro walked behind them, listening in on their conversation, trying to pick out the things on Y/N.

A few minutes beforehand, Ayato was propped up against the tree in the courtyard, stalking Taro as per usual. He didn’t feel the same, not like he used to when stalking him, he wasn’t lovestruck, he barely felt anything anymore for him. His heart wasn’t running 100 miles an hour like it used to.

He was pulled away from his thoughts as he watched two new people enter his vision. He could recognise Kokona, but Y/N not so much. He had seen the other around school, but he didn’t think much of him until now. His heart raced, feeling his cheeks heat up as he cupped them slightly, letting out a sound of frustration.

He shook his head slightly. He needed to remain alert at all times, no time for fussing over Y/N when he ‘loved’ Taro.

Aishi observed them from afar before deciding to walk after them, making sure to maintain some distance. He wasn’t going to let some lousy male get between him and Taro, he would ‘still willingly’ do anything and everything for him.

Once they arrived, Taro took a seat, Osana and Kokana sitting beside him, Y/N sitting on the edge beside Osana, engaging in some small talk with her as he ate his food.

Taro averted his gaze, watching Osana with a loathing look in his eyes. He was vaguely annoyed, not liking how much attention Osana was getting at all. He nearly lost his cool just from the simple touch of Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Kokona noticed his irritation but decided to stay quiet, not thinking further about it. She was sure the two friends had some small argument earlier, there seemed to always be an issue between those two.

Not far away, Ayato was watching from the doorway to the roofs before moving over to a wall nearby where they sat, glancing around the corner, trying to overhear the conversation. It was when he’d realised that Y/N had his hands on Osana’s shoulders, his face contorting into a look of slight disgust.

Timeskip:

Over the last few weeks, Y/N had started to see a repeating pattern of Kokona and Osana constantly ignoring him, or walking off every time he tried to speak to them or anything. In fact, when he would go up to other people they’d just dismiss their conversations and go elsewhere. He was super confused, why were people suddenly avoiding him.

Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t heard anything bad.

He found it slightly weird that only Taro and Ayato had come up to him with no worries at all, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, he was sure it was nothing at all.

Kokona and Osana were both absolutely petrified. Not only for themselves but also for the safety of Y/N.

Kokona had received an absolute brutal letter not long ago, threatening to blackmail her or potentially murder her if she got in the way between Y/N and Ayato. Whilst only a few days ago Osana was held at knife point by Taro as he intimidated her, Y/N right around the corner.

It was just a little after school as Y/N roamed the halls in hope to find someone he could speak to. He averted his gaze, seeing Budo just outside of the martial arts club.

Budo looked up, seeing Y/N come over to him. He sucked in a breath, looking around nervously before he spoke. “Haha! Y/N. It’s great to see you! What brings you to the uhm-..martial arts club?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N observed the others body language, letting out a small groan in response. “You too? Budo. What’s going on?. Have I done something?” He asked, praying for answers. It was really starting to bug him now, he even thought it might have been the bullies doing, but even they turned a blind eye on him and he was respected by them too.

Budo stepped from side to side slightly, trying his best to suppress his nervous fidgeting. He glanced around before grabbing Y/N’s wrist gently, pulling him inside of the club room before shutting the door and looking around in panic.

Y/N slowly draped an arm on his shoulder, tapping his shoulder gently to try and distract him from his worries. “Budo relax, nothings going to happen. Whatever you’re worrying about..I’m here.” He smiled.

With reassurance from Y/N, Budo stopped and looked at him, leaning into his comforting chaste touch. “I overheard a conversation between Yamada and Aishi talking about how to make others avoid you. I’m unsure why but they were rambling on about how everyone is taking you away from them.”

Y/N looked at the other, he wore a blank expression. He was unsure how to feel at the sudden news. But it did make sense why others were avoiding him so much and why Ayato and Taro hadn’t. He could feel himself going to be sick. He gave a small nod, smiling slightly at Budo. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it..” he responds, pulling the martial arts club leader in a warm hug.

Budo reluctantly wrapped his arms around his torso, giving a small nod in response. He closed his eyes for a moment, figuring how dead he would be if he were caught anywhere near Y/N. He slowly opened his eyes, fixating them onto a familiar looking silhouette through the doors. He immediately let go of Y/N in panic, pointing back at the door.

Y/N whipped his head around, only getting a small glimpse of the shadow before the person fled. He sucked in a breath, his heart starting to race. He glanced around, grabbing Mastudas wrist as he opened the door and poked his head out before he started to quietly walk down the hallway with him.

The raven haired boy looked around quickly, keeping quiet, as if he was trying not to alert the person. He knew many people wouldn’t be around so he Prayed they would get out of there quickly.

Within minutes, the two had flown down the stairs, running side by side, footsteps trailing not far behind them as they exited the school building, slowing down when they heard the steps come to a halt. Budo leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as breathed heavily, Y/N leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think..- we lost..them..-” Budo sighed, slowly getting up.”Go home Y/N.” he spoke again.

Y/N raised a brow, he was clearly worried for Budos safety. “Are you sure?” he asked, Budo giving a small nod of reassurance once more. Without another word, Y/N gave the other a hug before quickly leaving the school grounds. He had great faith in Budo, he was the leader of the martial arts club.

They went their separate ways, Y/N starting to head home. On his way home, he couldn't help but feel tense. He couldn’t shake off what Budo told him minutes ago, he felt weirded out. What would Taro and Ayato want with him? He was convinced that Taro and Osana were in love, he was also sure he had caught Ayato stalking Taro too months ago! He was starting to overthink it too much, he was driving himself down a pothole of anxiety.

Whilst he was lost in thought, someone approached him from ubehind, following closely behind him, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. Within seconds, the figure wrapped their arms around Y/N, a black glove covering his mouth, the other gripping onto his side tightly to stop him from moving around. “Quit moving, unless you want to die.” The voice spoke, slowly bringing a bloody knife to his neck.

Y/N went stiff in their grasp, immediately recognising the voice. He went into an instant state of panic as he stayed still, listening to every word they said.

There was no way Ayato would actually hurt Y/N! He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He loved him alot, even more than when he had loved Taro previously. Something about the other drove him to absolute insanity, he couldn’t see himself getting violent with Y/N like he thought about with Yamada.

After a few threats and thrashing around, Y/N slowly complied with him and did as he said. He had tried his best to fight back, but the awkward position wasn’t helping him

Ayato grabbed out a cloth which was already covered in chloroform. Wasn’t the safest option, but he figured Y/N could handle it. He held it against Y/N’s mouth and nose. Slowly but surely his body went limp in the other's arms, everything going black.

A soft groan fell from Y/N’s lips, his body aching slightly. How long had he been out for? Just as he went to stretch out his body, his movements were restricted. He hissed slightly, feeling rope burn against his skin. He then recalled what happened, immediately his body going into an utter state of panic as he tried his best to compose himself.

A disgusting scent filled his nose, the smell of something metallic and rusty.

He was snapped out of thoughts as he heard something scuffle nearby, the lights being switched on. Y/N squinted his eyes, allowing him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the brightness before his gut whirled.

Taro walked in, Ayato following not too far behind him with a small smile. “You’re awake! I hope Ayato wasn’t too rough. He insisted on bringing you here.” He spoke, grumbling softly.

Ayato rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Y/N looked up at the two horrified. He could still imagine the bloody gloves, the feeling of the liquid leaking onto his clothes whilst he was fighting against Ayato.

Oh he could only imagine whose blood it was…

He prayed that Budo got home safely.

“I didn’t hurt him. He's fine. See, no injuries.” Ayato spoke, kicking off the wall and walking over to Y/N, gripping his chin gently. “You’re not scared, are you?” He asked lowly.

Y/N tensed up, shaking his head. “Whose blood..was that on you?” He asked with a shaky voice.

Ayato chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “The martial arts leader, uh Budo Matsuda. That guy who had his arms around you..” he mumbled, his skin crawling just at the thought of others being anywhere near him.

Y/N sunk back into his chair, his breathing quickening slightly. He knew he shouldn’t have left Budo alone. “You’re sick! Both of you- Oh my fucking god..” he yelled out, seeing Taro dragging Budo’s limp body along the floor. He felt sick, visibly gagging a few times.

Yamada glanced over at Y/N, smiling slightly and rubbing his neck. “Sorry Y/N, I gotta get rid of the body.” He hummed. He looked extremely happy, it made Y/N sick to his core. How could someone be so cruel?

Y/N looked away, clenching his eyes shut tightly, hoping that this was just all a bad dream. He shut out the voices of both Ayato and Taro, his whole world going quiet as he sat there in silence.

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A Happy Christmas - R.Lupin

Summary - Remus and his wife have a tradition they follow every Christmas Eve, wrap the remainder of their children’s gifts and pull an all-nighter to get some extra alone time together.

Word Count - 821

Warnings - Female Reader, Potter!Reader(No physical description given), use of Y/N, Not sleeping (Let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note - Welcome to day 9 of 25 days of fics! I know that this one is later than usual and I apologize. I'm super sick at the moment with a bad head cold so I'm trying! I hope you enjoy!

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It was Christmas Eve, snow was falling, the fireplace crackling and the children were sleeping. Now Remus never thought he would have a life like this because of his furry little problem but he was happy that he was proven wrong. Y/N Lupin, once Y/N Potter, had been his wife for nearly 10 years, the two of them getting married right after graduating Hogwarts. James was always their biggest advocate and number one supporter no matter what.

They usually spent Christmas together, at James and Lily’s house so the kids could all be together. Being with family was the most important thing to Y/N, she always had someone with her when she was running errands or doing some housework. She was never alone so of course she wanted to spend the holidays surrounded by loved ones. James offered to host because, simply put, his house was bigger and could hold more people easier, thanks to professionally playing quidditch.

All of the adults in the house were still awake, rushing around to get last minute gifts into the house or wrapped up with pretty paper to be put under the tree and torn open a few hours later. James and Lily had just finished up putting Harry’s things under the tree before calling it a night and going to bed themselves. This left Y/N and Remus alone and awake, wrapping the last of their childrens’ gifts.

They could do it with magic but both of them preferred the muggle way, wrapping the gifts by hand. That's why it usually took them twice as long to get everything wrapped and put away. This was their routine every Christmas Eve: wrap the presents together, put them under the tree and spend some quiet time together, knowing everyone was sound asleep.

As they finished putting the gifts under the tree, they took the time to just hold each other and watch the snow fall outside the window, just enjoying each other’s company. Y/N also never thought that she would have a life like she does now, she never thought that Remus reciprocated her feelings. She never thought she was good enough for him but to him, she was more than enough. She was the love of his life, the one person that he would protect with every fiber of his being. Once the kids came along, he knew that he would never give this life up for anything. He would kill for his family, he would sacrifice himself for his family because he knew that they would do the same.

They watched as the sun began to rise, the birds chirping outside, the footsteps of the kids running down the stairs followed by James and Lily’s lazy ones. When James took notice of his sister and his friend, he smiled sleepily knowing exactly what had occurred. “You two never went to sleep, did you?” He asked the pair.

“No, we stayed up watching the snow. Lost track of time. Happy Christmas James,” His sister responded, smiling right back at her big brother.

“Happy Christmas Y/N.”

“Mummy, daddy, can we open our gifts now?” The youngest Lupin boy asked innocently as he hugged her leg.

“Go on then, they aren’t going to open themselves,” Remus teased as he ruffled his son's hair.

With the proper go ahead, the three children tore into their gifts, paper flying all over the place. The parents huddled together, watching the delight in their children’s eyes as they took in all of their new toys and clothes. Little Harry was especially excited to see his very own broom gifted by his aunt Y/N and uncle Moony. This was the life that they wanted to live and enjoyed every second of it.

“Happy Christmas my love,” Remus said quietly to his wife as he handed her a small wrapped box.

“Happy Christmas Remmy,” She replied, handing him his gift. The two of them opened them together as the kids all giggled in the background. Remus had given her a gorgeous necklace that held two interlocking hearts that held their initials. Y/N had given him a new sweater, one he had been eyeing up the last time they went out to the shops together. “There’s something else under the sweater,” She hinted to him.

So he took out the sweater to reveal an ultrasound picture. “You’re kidding? Please tell me this isn’t a joke,” He had a wide smile on his scarred face, excited at the fact that they were bringing another kid into the world.

“It’s not. We’re having another baby!” She exclaimed, James and Lily immediately ending their conversation as they overheard. Remus engulfed his wife into a tight hug, lifting her off of the ground as he laughed happily.

The whole house was overjoyed with the news, everyone smiling big and giving hugs wherever they could. It was a typical Lupin-Potter Christmas.

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jaegeraether · 10 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 15)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (15)

Masterlist (other parts here)

The morning had been filled with more sex, desperate kisses and grabbing, biting and fucking. But it was more than just sex, much more, and they both knew it. It was the most expressive way that they could both show each other just how much they affected each other. How much they meant to each other. And damned if they weren’t going to use every second they had in their little happy bubble.

YFN had managed to convince Lucy that she’d be okay to go to the embassy alone. She knew Lucy had been neglecting her knee to spend time with her and was overdue for some recovery sessions. Lucy insisted on dropping her off regardless and left to do her physio.

YFN was nervous, but she had nothing to worry about. She met a nice man called Martin who looked over her case and listened to her explanations of what happened. He told her that complaints were common and that he didn’t agree with the system and how it operated. “This isn’t America. We aren’t ICE!” He’d said gruffly and they spoke a little about how it shouldn’t be so easy to make anonymous complaints of someone’s Visa when they were ‘clearly within the legal parameters of such Visa’. They had a good chat about him, his partner and his children, while he went through his paperwork. They spoke about her previous job and how her visit was going. He’d appreciated the mountain of evidence she’d brought, both self-researched and from Lucy’s lawyers. It turned out he was a huge football supporter -as she was realising that most of the UK were- and his daughter even played in the under 15s. He ducked away apologetically to confirm her character reference was who she said they were, and of course Ridley had answered the phone. He came back gushing over her, like everyone who met her did. An acquired taste, but very intelligent and loveable. He’d even apologised when he’d gotten back as the conversation went longer than expected – the effect Ridley had on people. Again, she wasn’t surprised.

Martin offered her Visa back, along with his number to call in case another complaint was made, or for any other future changes to her Visa.

YFN felt comfortable enough with him to ask about Visa’s for Europe as well as the possibility of working in the UK. They’d discussed the apparent lack of interviewers for women’s sport and again, he was eager. She showed him an example of the column she used to write in Australia which was very much open to whatever topic controversial enough for her to deem worthy of a column, and he moved around a few appointments to talk to her about her options. She had a few different options, but he guided her towards the sponsorship from a company. She needed to be guaranteed at least 6 months of work and the Visa was for 2 years with the ability to progress to other Visa’s past that. YFN hadn’t personally spoken to the company Katie and Caitlin had been speaking of, and she didn't mention them to Martin, but he seemed confident she would find work. She liked him, he seemed a lovely family man and exactly the type of person she’d needed to sort out the mess that had been made. Somehow, the horrible situation had turned out completely in her favour.

They parted ways, Martin again insisting that she use his number with any more Visa changes or questions, and she was excited to tell Lucy the news, and the possibility of staying around Europe for longer. She loved giving her good news.

She came out of the appointment after being there for a few hours and opened her phone. She immediately saw that Lucy had posted some pictures of her rehab session, including some boxing. YFN could feel her body heat at the sight, and she bit her lip. She liked the post, of course, and commented with a bicep emoji, and a face exhaling emoji. Lucy would know what she meant. She did, after all, have hickey’s on her biceps from their adventures over the past 24 hours, and she wasn’t apologetic about that at all. She was obsessed with her biceps and whenever she had a chance, they were always in her hands, or under her mouth. She found it hard to believe that this woman, Lucy Bronze, the jaw-droppingly sexy woman in those photo's, was her girlfriend, and had quite literally been inside her last night. And this morning. She caught her thoughts, biting her lip again.

She didn’t want to rush Lucy, and so she gave her a simple text saying she was out exploring London whenever she was finished, and to not rush. When she and Jordan were alone, she’d changed the time of the booking she had to 3pm, because she had no idea how long the Visa would take and regardless, she wanted Lucy to have a good amount of hours with her session.

Of course, Lucy called her almost immediately.

“I can com-”

“No, Luce. You stay.”

“But-”

“Luciiiia.” Unlike everyone else, she pronounced it as ‘Loo-chee-ah’, which she knew Lucy loved.

“I don’t like you out there alone with…”

“I know, love.” She said softer, repeating Lucy’s words from the night before. It filled her with butterflies, and she swore she could hear Lucy soften over the phone. “I’m happy to explore and I’ll stay around people. I’ll be fine, just please… please focus on your health and your knee. I’ll see you at 2:30, okay? I’ll message you where we can meet..”

Lucy wasn’t keen on the idea, but she reluctantly agreed.

For the first time, YFN found herself in the dead centre of London and although she wanted to enjoy herself, she always felt her eyes wandering around for those girls, and so she made sure to stay near people in case anything happened. Regardless, she tried to enjoy her day. She wandered around looking at shops and the old buildings in wonder, making sure to take photos for her Nan, and send a few to Lucy as a way of telling her she was okay. She sat in a park for a little while and read some of the book she’d brought, feeling the sun on her skin. It wasn’t as harsh as the sun in Australia, but it was just enough to cut through the breeze and keep her skin sun-kissed and warm.

When 2:30pm eventually came around, YFN was wandering to the spot she told Lucy to meet at, and there she was, standing outside, leaned up against her car, the most attractive human being on the planet. YFN could feel her body reacting, needing her. She was in shorts, of course, her knee strapped, and she was so goddamn tanned from Spain. Her ankles were crossed, as well as her arms and her biceps stretched her white Nike shirt. Just the outline of her body, those muscled thighs, biceps, shoulders, were sending her crazy and that was without mentioning her throat, or her jawline that could probably cut paper. She was scanning the park for YFN, her eyes looking in the opposite direction so she could better see that jawline and the features of her face. Having just been to training, she was without glasses and her face looked almost naked to her. She could brush her lips over each part of her face like she had last night, and it still wouldn’t be enough. As she got closer, Lucy spotted her, and that wide grin crossed her face. YFN sped up and jogged towards her for two reasons: 1) because she didn’t want Lucy to have to walk on her knee more than she had to and, 2) she couldn’t stand being apart from her a second longer. Her arms wrapped around her Lucy and they fell back into the car with a chuckle. Lucy’s arms around her were just as strong and needy as her own. Her head found its favourite place on her collarbone, forehead to her neck and she breathed her in. She smelled like vanilla and bitter orange. Lucy’s smell. The smell that was home to her now.

“God I missed you.” Lucy groaned, kissing YFN wherever she could reach. YFN giggled and tilted her head back, accepting all of the love.

“London is pretty… and I missed you more.”

“Impossible.” Lucy refused between kisses.

“Your post sent me wild..”

Lucy pulled back with a wide grin and flirty green eyes. “Oh, you liked it, did you? I was hoping you would..”

“I’m loving your boxing era.”

“Good thing it’s around to stay then. Best way to do cardio without straining my knee, plus, I’m really enjoying it. Building more muscle.” She flexed her bicep and YFN grinned.

"Well not the best way to do cardio..."

Lucy groaned.

YFN's hands glided their way up her back and shoulders, dipping over the muscles that she’d worked so hard for. She could feel herself getting wet and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“What are you doing?” Lucy asked, voice husky but curious.

“Calming myself down.” She said and took another breath.

“Why?”

“Because you’re the sexiest human being to ever exist and I’m trying to stop myself getting so excited.”

Lucy was silent until YFN had to open her eyes to look. Lucy’s expression was flirty, needy, in control, and horny. Her hands slid down YFN’s sides, over her waist, her hips, and found their way to her ass where they grabbed and began sliding back up her back, pressing them together.

“All mine.” Lucy growled in a way that said there was absolutely no arguing to be done as she crashed their lips together, pulling her against her body by her lower back. YFN returned the passion eagerly, one hand on the side of Lucy’s neck, the other at the back of her head. She was hers. Her body shuddered at the want, the need, the passion in which Lucy claimed her. Their tongues met and brushed each other teasing, while they gasped for breath.

YFN eventually found the strength to pull away first. “Public, Lucia…” she reminded her. Lucy grunted, still holding her tight, her lips brushing over her temple, her cheek, her jaw. When she started going for her throat, YFN had to give her another warning. She’d never had sex in public before but fuck, she was just about to if Lucy didn’t find the strength to stop.

Lucy groaned and pulled back, lips well kissed and breathing ragged. It was good to see that YFN had the same effect on Lucy as she did for her.

“How have I survived without you this long?” She asked, shaking her head, and YFN knew she wasn’t referring to the past 7 hours.

“I was just thinking the same thing…” She managed to regain her composure just a little and only due to the sound of people around them. “Ready for our second date?”

It was a rage room. Or so that’s all Lucy thought it was. She was kept in the dark from the moment YFN had said she’d plan the second date, right up to the point where they were in overalls and goggles, locked in a room with baseball bats and other weapons of choice. Lucy was pleasantly surprised, her face lighting up and her inner child bubbling to the surface.

“We’ve had a bit of a rough time lately…” YFN explained. “I figured we could get some stress out?”

And they did. Lucy was hesitant at first, not wanting to show her rage. But after YFN was more than willing to demonstrate her frustrations by taking an axe to the window of a car, Lucy let loose. And absolutely fucking destroyed the room. It started with a grin, it shifted to annoyance, then rage, then it simmered back down to pure fun. She’d needed this and didn’t even realise it.

After the room was destroyed and she thought she was done, she dropped the bat, panting. Suddenly she was hit in the neck, a wet substance exploding on her skin, splashing down onto her overalls and up onto her face. She still had a surprised look on her face as she turned towards her little Australian who had a devious look on hers. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, and she was tossing a paint balloon in her hand. Her favourite movie.

“You want me to be your Heath Ledger?” Lucy challenged.

YFN chuckled and threw another one, and Lucy the athlete was easily able to avoid it. Then she ran. Lucy dove for the other bag on the ground, tugging it over her shoulder as she chased her around the room. Her first red paint balloon smacked into her shoulder, and the next smacked a perfect blue target on her ass. They shouted and chased, teased, and tried to hide behind items. YFN was worried for Lucy’s knee, but it didn't seem to be a concern for the right back at all. As they were covered with different colours of the rainbow and running out of ammo, Lucy tackled her to the ground and they smashed their last balloons over each other before their lips crashed together. Their tongues met again, and Lucy groaned, grabbing the back of her thigh and pulling it up around her.

“Aaaaand time’s up folks!” A voice rang through the speakers as the door clicked.

The date had them both smiling so hard that their cheeks were sore and YFN felt happy knowing she’d chosen the right thing for their second date. They wiped off as much paint from each other as they could, but it was still caked in their hair, patching their faces and necks. They knew they wouldn’t be getting the colours out of their nails for days.

On the way home, they stopped by a pizza place that Jordan had suggested they try. YFN figured that the perfect end to the date would be a casual pizza takeaway at home with cuddles and blankets. Lucy was more than keen on the idea. She pulled up outside of the pizza restaurant and left the car running.

“I’ll go pick it up.” Lucy leant over and kissed YFN on the lips like they’d been together years. “I’ll just be a minute, little one.”

YFN’s cheeks flushed slightly, her little butterflies coming to life. Since she’d texted Lucy where she was, she hadn’t picked up her phone all night and it was such a good feeling. She loved being detached from it, especially lately when it had been causing so much stress. She enjoyed it so much that she’d used Lucy’s phone to place the pizza order on, not wanting to see her phone until tomorrow.

But apparently not even that could remove the problems that had inserted themselves so abruptly into her life. Still smiling, she looked out of Lucy’s window and saw two of them staring at her, pointing and yelling. Before she had time to process beyond shock, they were running across the road for the car. YFN panicked and leant over, slamming the door locks on. They grabbed at the door, trying to yank it open. YFN’s eyes were wide with shock as they smashed against the car, shouting abuse at her. She almost froze, and considered beeping the horn but she didn’t want Lucy to run out and be hurt by these maniacs. Then she made the mistake of turning to look out her window for her girlfriend and locked eyes with her. Kristie. She put her phone up to the window clearly showing YFN a photo of her and Lucy kissing when she'd picked her up at the park.

“I warned you, you fucking slut! She’s mine!” She yelled, pure hatred in her voice.

Kristie took a few steps back, her arm raising behind her. Then a brick shattered through the window and collided with her head. And then, black.

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quinloki · 1 month

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Bird Bath

Commission for @kazieai

Marco/Reader/Thatch

Summary: What was supposed to be a relaxing couple of hours in the hot springs alone, turned into a relaxing couple of hours in the hot springs with company.

CW: fingering, oral giving and receiving, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesome, size difference, mdni

Stretching you headed to the open air hot spring. It was an hour or two from dawn, but that was the perfect time. The rest of the crew was passed out from the party, having drunk themselves into a stupor a half hour ago or so, and now you’d have the springs to yourself.

The village you were in was letting the crew stay at the springs for free after, by sheer luck, managing to arrive in time to save them from a convergence of disasters. Pops had stopped a tsunami, and Marco had held back an erupting volcano. Others in the crew had sent off pirates who were razing one of the other villages, and then everyone else had gotten to work putting out fires.

You’d spent the next couple of days helping fix crop fields and repair houses.

The island had been part of the world government alliance, but you were fairly certain they were going to step down voluntarily and redirect at least a portion of their Celestial Tribute to Pops. The jolly roger of the white beard pirates was certainly more of a deterrent in the new world than the threat of marines anyway.

Instead of trading out your terrycloth robe for a towel, you just walked through the space that divided the hallway from the springs. Taking off the robe, you weren’t worried about being naked underneath, and lazily piled the garment into a loose coil, setting it down by the pool’s edge before you slipped in.

The warmth of the water sank into your bones quickly, and you let out a satisfied sigh as you crouch down and put everything below your neck into the water. It’s been a long couple days taking care of the island and then partying afterward, this was bliss.

Quiet, solitary, bliss. No one else to-

You jolt as something breaks the water’s surface and you hear someone take in a deep breath. The small spout of water surrounding them rains down around you and the two of you look at one another in shared shock.

Thatch’s long hair was clinging to his neck and shoulders, the broad, hairy chest of his towering over you. The water was barely deep enough to his hips below the surface as he was standing before you. Somehow he managed to look much taller when he was naked.

“Eh?” He makes the odd sound before stepping back and nearly falling back into the water. “Shit! Sorry!”

“Sorry for what, yoi?” Marco calls out and you see him coming out from around a bend in the pool. The lantern light shifts over his tattooed chest softly, but the moonlight is glinting off his hair. “Oh.” He grins and moves a little closer. “I can’t imagine you mustered up the courage to join us. I bet you expected the springs to be empty, yoi.”

You look mutely between him and Thatch for a moment before nodding. “Yeah I - wait a damn minute.” You glare at Marco. “Whaddya mean ‘courage’?”

He gives you a bemused look, and you see Thatch’s face start to turn pink. “You aren’t exactly subtle, pretty bird.”

You feel the heat rush to your face, and look away from both of them. “… If I was so obvious, why not say something?” You grumble.

Marco moves easily through the water, coming up behind you. It almost feels like he’s cutting off your escape, but as you turn to face him, putting your back to Thatch, you know that if you wanted to leave, they’d let you.

“I’m saying something now.” He hums, leaning toward you slowly. When you don’t move away he leans down until his lips are by your ear. “Me an’ Thatch will take good care of you,” he promises. He’s so close, but he’s not touching you. Not yet.

“Whether you want that just for just tonight, or longer.”

The heat of his words against your skin makes you dizzy. You can’t think well, it doesn’t seem real. If it’s a dream there’s no reason not to indulge, and if it’s reality then Marco’s already given you permission.

“There’s…” You swallow, turning toward him slowly until you can barely catch the intense teal-blue gaze looking back at you. “No need to worry about… duration, right now, yeah?”

You can feel Thatch behind you as Marco straightens up. There’s no verbal answer to your question, but there doesn’t need to be. You stand up slowly. The water that’s at Marco’s stomach, the same water that’s barely keeping Thatch from being indecent, isn’t quite deep enough to hide your breasts from the night air.

They each place a hand on your arm, leaning down slowly until there’s soft, tender lips against your shoulders. A quiet sigh slips from your lips and they squeeze their hold on you just a little tighter, until they’re kissing at the crook of your neck sending sweet shivers through you. Their free hands move and they both start to fondle your breasts as they’re pressing heavier kisses into your skin.

“Ah! Fuck!” you gasp as the pleasure rushes into you and you grab onto Marco’s arms. Their hands shift, and Thatch’s big, calloused fingers are against your breasts, teasing your nipples with fervor. Marco kneels down in front of you, one hand wrapping around your torso and pressing against your back.

His gaze finds yours, hazy and heated, between the pleasure and the spring you’re just melting. Leaning in you move without thinking as he captures your lips, his fingers slipping between your folds at the same time. The soft hum in the back of your throat turns into a squeal of pleasure that Marco happily devours.

Thatch continues to tease your nipples and Marco doesn’t relent in fingering you, making you moan and squirm between them. Your trembling legs were grateful for the buoyancy of the water, steadying yourself against Marco’s arms, you let your legs float, suspending you between them.

Marco leans back and lets your sweet, breathless moans float between the three of you. The heat in your face, from the heat of the hands having their way with you, could care less about the warmth of the hot springs right now.

“Please, I’m gonna,” your words melt into a moan as Thatch leans in and begins kissing your neck.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs into your skin. “It’s okay if someone else hears you.”

“Caah-can’t, I can’t,” you gasp, your body shivering in the water enough to create waves between you. The sloshing of water heralds the sweat moans that follow as you cum between them. Thatch pinches your nipples a little more harshly as the pleasure crests and Marco curls his fingers inside you, making your body tense and tremble between them. It almost felt like an orgasm within an orgasm, though any noise was cut off in your throat, your body too tense to cry out.

Your first wet-eyed whimpering gasp is from Marco pulling his fingers out of you. He and Thatch are holding you above the water, even though your feet could reach the bottom, you’re not coordinated enough to bother right now.

Their hands move over your body under the water, bringing parts of you above the water for a moment so they press kisses into the shimmering damp places they want. Slowly you begin to return the actions, moving your hands over their arms and returning soft kisses whenever a part of them was close enough to your mouth for you to manage it.

Marco and Thatch moved you more than you moved yourself, but you were comfortable between them. After a few moments of petting and kissing you find yourself leaning against Marco’s chest as he’s leaning back into the water. The phoenix looks down at you with a soft smile, watching as you nuzzle into him, your hands on his shoulders. There’s been no rush in anyone’s movements since you came down from your first high, and he brushes a lock of wet hair back from your face.

“My fingers aren’t as smooth as Marco’s,” Thatch begins, his voice low and easy. You can feel his admittedly rough fingers moving softly down your back. “But I can make you sing just as sweetly.” He assures you.

Marco puts a hand between your shoulders, keeping you pressed to his chest as Thatch’s hands grip your thighs. He’s so much bigger than you that he nearly gets his one hand around your thigh all on its own. Lifting you up enough to bring your hips out of the water you barely have time to feel the cool air against your skin before his mouth is against your cunt.

Marco holds you as your back arches and your fingers flex against his shoulders, Thatch’s tongue pushing deep into your vagina. The rough hair of his goatee teases your clit randomly, and he’s turned his head enough to avoid sticking his nose in your ass. The revelation of it is more embarrassing than you expected, and your struggling to look at Marco.

“O-Over,” you whine, pleasure already starting to overtake you. “Let me turn over!”

Marco’s brows raise and he smiles. You can feel Thatch pulling away from you. “Oh? You want to watch him?” He teases, seemingly knowingly.

They’re turning you on your back before you can answer, and you’re suddenly even more embarrassed than you were before. Marco holds your back to his chest by cupping your breasts the way Thatch had been before, and he’s kissing the top of your head as Thatch lifts your hips above the water just enough to lick along your slit.

Thatch’s deep green eyes are nearly black in the dim flickering light of the lanterns around the springs’ edges, and he’s not letting go of his hold on your gaze as he pushes his tongue between your labia.

Slowly.

A tremble skitters down your legs as his tongue teases past your clit and pushes into your vagina. Your mouth falls open wider and wider the deeper he pushes into you. His tongue shouldn’t feel so long, and so thick, and once his nose nuzzles into your clit you suck in a heavy gasp.

Marco rolls your stiff nipples between his fingers while Thatch seems intent to devour you. Caught between them there’s little more you can do but shiver and moan from the pleasure. Your wandering hands end up finding Thatch’s hands against your hips, your fingers curling around one of his, giving you something to hold onto as the two slowly worked you up again.

“Listening to your song,” Marco husks, his voice rough and low. “Is even more of a pleasure than I imagined.” One of his hands slips away from your chest and disappears under water, but you can feel the flex of his muscles against your back. “Don’t hold back.” He murmurs, nuzzling against the side of your head and keeping your attention turned to Thatch.

Thatch’s originally intense gaze has gone a little hazy. Pink tinges his cheeks and his fingers flex against your skin. He looks like he’s getting drunk, and he shakes his head from side to side rubbing his nose over your clit, retracting and thrusting his tongue, twisting it inside your throbbing cunt. A deep hum rolls around in his chest and shivers through his mouth, sinking into your desperate body.

You can’t halt the steady dribble of broken moans and needy whines that fall from your lips.

“There you go, yoi.” Marco praises, his voice shivering in his own pleasure and you realize what he’s doing with the hand you can’t see anymore. “I’d suggest you thank him,” he muses, hot breath against your skin as his tongue flicks over the curve of your ear. “But I think he’s too drunk right now.”

“Drunk on… on what?” You gasp. Thatch shifts a little and starts rolling his thumb against your clit, pushing your legs wide and pushing his tongue a little deeper. “Ah—Shhhhhhhit!” The word hisses between your teeth until the orgasm washes over you and rips a deep, satisfied, and heady moan from your lips.

“Drunk,” Marco husks, a grunt cutting off his words as his hip bucks under the water. “On you, pretty bird.”

Thatch moans deeply, eyes nearly rolling back as he seems intent to devour the sweet slick of your orgasm, nearly riling you up for a second one before he pulls his tongue out. You roll beneath him as he licks long lines up your lower stomach.

“Sweeter than any dessert I could make.” He murmurs, placing soft kisses against your skin and pulling half-hearted giggles from you with the soft ticklish feeling.

“I don’t think you could put me on the menu,” you grin, pressed between the two of them again. Cradling Thatch’s face in your hands you pull him toward you for a warm kiss. He presses brief and soft kisses against your lips a couple times before kissing you deeply.

“A special menu then,” he teases, eyes shifting to Marco before he looks back at you. “One where you can decide who gets to order from it.”

You laugh at the idea, exchanging a few more sweet kisses with Thatch, and then Marco. The three of you slowly worked your way to the shallower part of the spring. No one seemed to want to let anyone get too far away and it made it a little slow going. The dark sky was beginning to give way to the first subtle signs of day, though proper sunrise was still some time away.

You can’t help where your gaze wanders as the two stand well above the water line. They’re both, perhaps a little dauntingly so, well-endowed. Marco’s not hard, but you’re pretty sure he got himself off in the spring earlier. Thatch is not only hard, but twitching in the cool air.

It seemed a shame to leave him like that.

“Thatch,” you point to the steps leading out of the spring. “Sit down for me, please.”

“Hm? Sure thing, sweetheart.” His questioning tone turns into a cocksure grin as he sits on the top step, little more than his feet and the backs of his thighs left in the water. He spreads his legs, seeming to know what you have in mind. Despite the bold move, you can see blush dusting his face.

You press your lips together, feeling more transparent than you intended, and step up until you’re between his legs.

“Oh?” Marco hums. “I thought you’d want to run away from the coming dawn.” He teases.

You can feel the heat rush into your face as you lean down. “It seems rude to make him wait longer.” You manage to say wrapping your hand around Thatch’s thick shaft and hearing him suck in a breath. Grinning up at him you pump your hand up and down a couple times. “I don’t think this will take long.”

“Me either.” Thatch agrees. A whimpered swear falls from his lips when you lean down and lick the tip.

“Don’t half-ass it just because he’s easy.” Marco says, grabbing your hips and shoving two fingers inside you without much warning. Gasping as you tip forward you end up with nearly half of Thatch’s impressive length in your mouth before your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself.

Marco doesn’t relent in fingering you, making you moan against Thatch as you right yourself enough to suck on his tip. Using one hand to stroke him - you’re not going to take him completely into your mouth without a little prep and a lot of practice - you can already hear his breath coming out hot and shaky. Leaning back, he sweeps your hair off to the side, giving himself a better view while you go to work.

“This is almost too lewd,” He husks, spreading his legs a little further.

“And yet,” Marco grins and Thatch can’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t want to scare her,” There’s a jovial tone in Thatch’s voice. You straighten up a little, giving him a look.

“I’m not a glass wind chime,” you pout. “You don’t scare me anyway. Big,” you squeeze his cock a little, “fluffy cook that you are.”

Thatch’s grip on your hair tightens and he holds you in place. There’s kindness in his eyes, but a lusty grin on his lips. “And yet I want to pull your hair and force that sweet little mouth down to my balls.” He explains and you can’t help the flush of need that rushes through you at the idea.

Sweet, gentle, and more pointedly, gentlemanly Thatch, doing something so crude. The idea of him being rough was more of a turn on than you expected. He tugs your hair enough to pull you into a kiss, the sudden, rough movement making you squeak into his lips, pulling your hand away from his cock.

Thatch pushes his tongue deep into your mouth, the action coarse and still sweet somehow. Even demanding as the action was, you knew you could’ve pulled free with little fuss. When he relents you suddenly remember to breathe, a single line of saliva connecting your tongues for a moment before the distance was too great.

“Puh… please.” You beg and he smiles, kissing you far more tenderly.

“One day,” he agrees, releasing his hold and leaning back again, leaving you to return to your task.

You try to deep throat him and realize you’re not going to get more than halfway down. Thatch doesn’t stop you, and doesn’t say anything when you give yourself a break and bring your hand back into things. He’s too long and too thick, but you were sure you’d be able to get plenty of practice.

Even with the interruption it only takes a couple minutes of effort to bring Thatch to the edge.

“Sw-sweetheart,” he stammers. “I’m close, I’m - gonna cum, if you don’t - oh hells.” At Thatch’s words you began to take more of him into your throat and there was nothing he could do but accept it.

“That’s beautiful,” Marco hums, pulling his fingers out of you and smacking your ass sharply. You squeal against Thatch’s cock and the cook swears, cumming down the back of your throat. Thick and hot you had to pull back a little to swallow, your hands pumping his shaft until he’s shivering and gently - but relentlessly - pushing you back until you release his cock with a soft pop from your lips.

“You’re almost as insatiable as Marco,” Thatch huffs.

“It’s not my fault all the birds of paradise in my collection have such sweet songs.” Marco grumbles.

“All?” You question as Thatch gets to his feet.

“Mm, a worry for later,” Thatch assures you. “Someone didn’t want to worry about duration tonight, right?”

You laugh, stepping out of the spring with the two of them. “No, I suppose not.”

“Speaking of,” Marco begins, picking up your robe and putting it around your shoulders. “There’s no one in our room, and Thatch doesn’t have to make breakfast for everyone else this morning, yoi.”

Thatch grins down at you. “You’re welcome to turn in now, if you want.” He offers. “But I don’t think we’ve had a chance to… properly sate you, princess.”

“Princess?” You raise a brow.

“Certainly,” Marco agrees, offering his elbow. “Won’t you let us give you the royal treatment for a while longer?”

Thatch was laying on his back on the futon, him and Marco easing you down over him. The swollen head of his cock was covered in lube, and slipping easily between your labia.

“We’ll lift you back up,” Marco promises as you lower your hips enough that Thatch was pushing into your entrance. “So relax.”

Nodding you sigh. “Yeah, y-yeah, I’m good - Ah!” Your cry is more pleasure and surprise than anything else, though they manage to hold you in place for a second while you adjust. The stretch was more than you expected, but once you’d left the hot springs, Marco and Thatch had spent almost twenty minutes slowly working you open.

It wasn’t your first time, but Thatch was big in a lot of ways, and it wasn’t just him that was going to be inside you. The toy plug in your ass wasn’t going to be in there much longer, but first you wanted to make sure you could even take Thatch completely. If you bottomed out before you even got halfway down then you’d have to readjust the positions everyone was in.

“Poor Thatchie,” Marco teases. “Always having to be so careful.”

You squirmed, pulling up a little before settling back down further. “It feels… so good though,” you gasp, rolling your hips up again and then sinking down further. Thatch is holding onto your hands, though your fingers barely make it past his palms, but it’s giving you leverage. Marco’s hands are at your hips, helping you move since your feet are barely reaching the futon.

You sink lower and bite your lower lip to keep from crying out as the heads of his cock nuzzles into some sweet spot inside you. With a satisfied sigh you sink the rest of the way, surprising the two of them as your thighs rest flush against his hips. Marco has a hand over your mouth just as you cry out in pleasure. You hadn’t cum, but it still felt so good.

“Worried about being overheard now?” Thatch questions and Marco shrugs.

“I didn’t know if it was going to be pleasurable or painful.” He admits, leaning down and kissing against your shoulders. “You’re incredible, pretty bird, taking him in like that.” His hands slips around your hip, moving toward your clit. “You can cum like this with a little help, if you want.”

You make a noise, you can’t say no, but you’re almost afraid to say yes. It feels greedy when you’ve cum so many times already. Thatch squeezes your hands and you manage to nod as Marco’s fingers tease your clit.

“Don’t worry,” Marco purrs against your skin. “You’ll cum with both of us inside you soon.”

You lean back into Marco, fingers trembling against Thatch’s hands as the pleasure builds inside you quickly. Every twitch and shiver of your body creates an embarrassingly wet squishy sound from all the lube, but the pleasure that’s starting to overtake you is enough for you to not care.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, your hips jerking under Marco’s fingers. The first division commander moves with you, not giving you a moment’s respite as the orgasm rips through you. Thatch grunts as you cry out, throwing his head back with a heavy thump.

“Don’t brain yourself trying not to cum.” Marco grumbles at Thatch, one hand cradling your head as you melt against him, murmuring soft thank yous once he stop playing with your clit.

“She got so tight for a second there,” he huffs, as Marco slowly lifts you up. You and Thatch both sigh from the action, and once he pulls you off Thatch’s cock entirely he works the plug out of your ass.

“You’re doing so good, pretty bird.” He assures you, smiling as you whine from the sensation of the plug coming out. “You’re so sensitive, you sing so easily.” He presses the head of his cock against your ass. The plug had been a little bit thicker, but the stretch was still painfully sweet.

“Relax,” he commands, pushing in slowly as he and Thatch sink you back down onto Thatch’s cock. Both of them slowly push into you, easing in and out carefully until they’ve filled you to the brim.

“Gods, holy -,” you gasp squirming between them. “-fuck, it’s, hnnngh!” You’re effectively pinned between them, the angle leaning you forward a little and pushing your clit against Thatch’s coarse pubes. “Too much.” You take in a deep breath as they shift just a little before filling you completely again. “It’s almost too much.”

“Almost,” Marco hums, hands on your thighs. “Then you can handle a little more?”

You nod. Your legs are already trembling, but you squirm between them, part of you concerned, and part of you curious about the pleasure to be had.

“Good girl,” Marco and Thatch say at the same time. The words go straight to your brain and you can’t even tell them not to praise you like that before they’re already helping you ride them.

You can feel them rubbing and stretching inside you. It’s surreal and it feels so good. You understand vaguely why people call it having your guts rearranged, because it almost feels inhuman, but there’s no pain. The pressure is intense, but every movement is sending shudders through you. If it wasn’t for them holding onto you, you would’ve collapsed into an uncoordinated pile of bones by now.

Once you thought you’d adjusted to them they switched it up. Thatch pushes into you deep as Marco nearly pulls out. They piston in and out of you like this and all you can do is whine and tremble between them. Your thighs shiver and your legs twitch, but you don’t have leverage to move much more than that. Thatch has your hands, and he’s drinking in every shiver of your body.

“You’re doing so good,” Marco husks. He’s been murmuring praises to you the entire time, but even so there’s a desperation to his tone. Like he’s on the edge of just wanting to take you no matter what you might say. Right now you’ve no intention of asking them to stop.

“Cu-KUHNNNGH!” Your intent to warn them you were going to cum turns into a tense growl. You stutter and twist, your body spasming against their cocks, but they don’t stop. Both Marco and Thatch fuck you through the first orgasm, until they’re pushing airy moans from you as your body begins to tremble from overstimulation.

Thatch lets go of your hands, putting one hand against your clavicle, his fingers curling gently around your throat. You hold onto his arm and he starts teasing your breasts with his other hand. Your wispy whimpers turn into a growl and you shatter a swear between your teeth as a second orgasm crashes into you.

The sound you make is guttural, but you don’t care. You’re almost drowning in all the pleasure, and it’s only the deep trust you have of your crew mates that keeps you from panicking. You don’t know if you’re going to pass out or not, but you do know that Marco and Thatch will take care of you.

“Poor thing’s long gone,” Thatch says through grit teeth.

“She sounds as beautiful as she looks,” Marco growls. “I hope you sing for me long after this, pretty bird.”

“Please, please,” you sob as the third orgasm builds. It feels so good already you don’t know what to do. “Marco - Marco, Thatch, please, fuck - please!” It’s going to be your fifth? Sixth? Who cares at this point, but you don’t know if you’re going to scream or just lose control of your body entirely.

“We will,” Marco assures you. “Once more, pretty bird, sing one more time.”

Thatch swears, his hips lifting up off the futon to slam into you, the rush of his orgasm flooding hot inside you. The sensation is enough to push you over and you dig your nails into Thatch’s arm as all your muscles spark and tense. Marco cums with you, pressing into you as his fingers risk leaving bruising marks on your hips. He barely makes a sound, but the hot rush in your ass and the twitch of his cock makes it through your hazy senses.

“Fuck me,” Thatch sighs, nearly melting into the futon.

“We just did,” Marco teases, and you manage a weak chuckle as Marco slowly pulls himself and Thatch out of you.

“Haaa,” you sigh, the shivering whine escaping you from the sudden emptiness. You were stuffed so full that it’s almost disappointing how empty you feel.

Marco helps you lay down on Thatch’s broad chest, and the cook pulls you into a gentle and warm hug. Marco lays down next to you both, running his hand down your back soothingly as he leans over and gives Thatch a kiss on the cheek.

“You both did good, yoi.”

“I… I don’t think I can walk.” You admit. Marco and Thatch are quiet for a second before they both start laughing.

“We’ll take care of you, pretty bird.” Marco promises, ruffling your sweaty hair.

Thatch hums in agreement. “For as long as you want us to.”

#commissioned work #quin writes #marco the phoenix #thatch one piece #reader insert #x reader #mdni #kazieai

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ofbluesandyellows · 5 months

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Blueberry Wednesday - TASM! Peter Parker / Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter has a new noisy neighbor and he doesn't know how to deal with that -including bright plates and tasty food.

Word count: 2,086

a/n: Hiya! This is a new little thing that came to mind a few days ago, it's so nice to be back to share something with you. Hope you enjoy it let me know if you want to read more :)

Peter had been living in this new apartment for a few months now, the building was nicer than the last, the hot shower worked fine and the electricity didn’t have that buzzing sound that made his migraines unbearable. It was in an okay area and it was close to where he worked.

His life had been monotonous for the same amount of time too, maybe even longer, waking up, shower, coffee, work, lunch, patrol, kick some ass, fix his wounds —when needed—, sleep and back to square one. Peter didn’t feel the need of anything at the moment, Mary Jane had broken up with him for the second time, and even when he was heartbroken, and cried to sleep when he missed her, he was not pushing her to accept him back, he knew it was for the best. Pushing everyone away was the thing he was masterful at.

But this banging and screeching coming from the floor on top of his was causing his body to flinch every time that mother fucker sound appeared. His jaw clenched, his fist tightened. Peter had given whomever this person was, about an hour to come to their senses but this was enough. He stood up from his bed, leaving his badly sewed spider-man fixed suit splattered on the bed. Heavy steps and the slam of his door didn’t give the owner of the apartment a clue of what was coming for them, so when he banged the door two times, he waited but nothing happened, instead a wave of noise came through of it, as if the air and life were doing it on purpose just to add more stress in him; music the loud kind, instruments clashing against one another as if they had no rhythm to go with.

He banged the door, this time with white knuckles and a fury bubbling in his stomach. Suddenly the music stopped and Peter inhaled, oh, he was so ready to give this person hell, he was even expecting a fight to go down. This didn’t have anything to do with MJ dating another person, of course not, this was about the noise, yeah, that was it.

The door swung open and Peter puffed his chest, but it deflated the second his eyes landed on your frame.

“Hi!” You said chirpy and jolly, waving a hand. Your hair was messy as if a wind swirl had trapped you and now you had to deal with this new crazy hairdo and a sweaty forehead.

Peter tried, he really did but his eyes betrayed him and went up and down your body, pink shorts, with strawberries, that was something. Your shirt was spotty with breach, it was an Arctic Monkeys one, he liked them. You looked… not as annoying as he expected.

He gulped and inevitably sighed. “Um hello, listen, I came up here to make you stop with the noise but I was not expecting to find you here, so um, yeah sorry. Just would you keep it down?”

All the hot bubbly anger settled down, he was in no way going to fight a girl let alone an adorable looking one.

“Oh, I had no idea, sorry!” You smiled sheepishly. “I just moved in this morning and I was trying to move a few things around because they just left them all scattered and I kind of wanted to— anyway yeah I am so sorry about that.”

Peter nodded, he caught the pink in your cheeks going brighter the more he stared at you.

“You’re fine, really, maybe I’m just being a little dramatic.”

Dammit enhanced hearing.

“I bet you aren’t, I put the music too loud to avoid hearing the screeching myself.” Scratching your cheek you looked at him in the eye and quickly looked away.

“Well, I live downstairs, do you… er need some help?” Peter looked past you, his eyes landing on the piled boxes and the furniture indeed resting in the center of the room.

“No need, I think I caused enough mayhem,”

“Nonsense, I would be also doing it for myself, if I help you you will finish early, hence I can have silence in my own apartment.”

After a second you nodded, stepping aside. “Alright then.”

“My name’s Peter Parker by the way, I live literally below you.” His big hand extended, you met his and soon you two were moving furniture around the apartment, the music didn’t sound like noise in Peter’s ears any more, he in fact found out you really liked The Strokes.

The next morning Peter woke up with a banging headache, a brick wall fell over him when he tried to save a dog from a fire down by Little Italy. Only positive thing about his heroic act was that the owner of the dog handed him a little coupon card for free pizzas for the rest of the year at his son’s pizzeria two blocks down. He was definitely using that one.

A soft almost imperceptible knock startled him as he swallowed two ibuprofens with a big gulp of black coffee. The coffee was cold but he couldn’t care less.

As if he wasn't sure the knock had been on his door, he opened it slowly, you couldn’t be too sure anyway. At least his spider senses weren’t skyrocketing, which was always good.

His eyes found emptiness, there was no one at his door, his head popped out, looking to the right then the left and then a sweet smell caught his attention. Syrup-y, vanilla like.

Eyes went to the floor instinctively, right at his feet there was a yellow plate, a baby blue sticky note on the plastic wrapping it.

His brows furrowed as he squatted down.

Hi, Peter Parker.

I’m so sorry I disturbed your peace last night,

take these pancakes as an apology and as a thank you for your help.

Have a good day,

- your noisy top floor neighbor.

Peter felt a flutter in his chest, he hadn’t eaten pancakes in so long, and these looked extremely good. The plastic wrap was forming little condensation drops, so he picked it up, with a smile forming on his lips.

As soon as the wrap was discarded his apartment filled with the smell of sweet homey goodness. Even a little plastic pot of syrup was resting at the side of the pancakes. He looked at them for a good minute, just appreciating the looks of it.

“Okay…” he mumbled to himself as he grabbed a fork, his cold coffee still half drunk near his left hand.

Peter firstly dipped his pinky in the syrup and as he sucked on it he couldn’t help to make a sound of pure joy. Pouring the gooey thing over the spongy misshapen circles was making his mouth water and the first bite was like a whole new experience to him. He noticed how the pancakes were soft like he imagined clouds were, then he chewed on something sour his eyes widened, looking down he noticed the very well hidden blueberries.

It was like having a party in his mouth, warm, sugary with a hint of sourness and then all combined, he moaned as his forehead hit the surface of the counter in his kitchen.

“You have to be kidding me!”

Peter was a fan of berries in general but there was definitely something in the blueberries that made him extremely happy, it was almost childish, it was probably the memories of his mom adding them to his cereal when he refused to eat something else.

The whole thing disappeared in less than a few minutes. He was both flattered and a bit insulted by you for giving him six pancakes instead of the common amount of three but he was also very grateful, he hadn’t had a breakfast like that since he lived with May, and that had been years ago. This made him feel warm inside, almost loved.

The water of the sink cleaned the remains of the food and he stared at the plate, a big pink smiley face was painted on the center of it, this made him chuckle, one that vanished as quickly as it came. How was he supposed to give you back your plate, he was not good at cooking, well… only if you appreciated instant ramen or mac and cheese coming from a box.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of returning your plate empty, made him feel ungrateful, even though he had been the one handing you his services, it hadn’t taken much from him to help you anyway, you had been nice and chatty, he even enjoyed being around you, and Peter didn’t enjoy being around many people.

With a deep sigh he left the cheery plate to dry on the rack, he had to go to work now.

Working for this new lab was something he didn’t expect to feel excited about but being part of the genetics department was probably the best decision they made for him, he could check all kinds of weird things, giving him access to classified information that was also helpful for his arachnid counterpart.

But just today wasn’t one of those days, his mind kept on drifting to you and your plate and those freaking incredible pancakes. Deep down he thought of finding ways to help you so he could eat those delicious fluffy things at least once more. For now he had to just entertain the idea, soon he focused on options to give you back your stuff without even going knocking at your door.

Because that would be weird? Isn’t it? To knock and give your plate back with a nod and then disappear without a word. It seemed too impolite and somehow Peter wanted to seem like a complete gentleman with you, after all he had been a bit forward last night, he was tired and upset and you were being so noisy but now here he was in a dilemma.

Lunch felt like a slap, like a bucket of cold water, his sandwich tasted like sandpaper –not that he had tried it but he guessed that’s what it tasted like–not even his favorite drink from the vending machine seemed good enough in comparison to his three Michelin star breakfast. Swinging back home felt a little better than going in the subway, he made a mental note to fix his motorcycle, he didn’t need to deal with the heat of the city when he could drive to work and back and enjoy the breeze.

You know how destiny and coincidences are such a funny thing, Peter decided to take the elevator to his floor instead of just crawling up to his window. He just felt like it, so he stood there waiting until the door clinked sliding open, revealing a figure inside, your sparkly eyes was the first thing he saw.

Peter almost gasped.

“Peter! Hi,”

“Hey! Are you heading out?” duh how are you so smart, Parker? “I mean yeah of course you are, if not you wouldn’t be here.”

You chuckled. “Yes, I just ran out of milk.” Cheeks going pink, Peter smirked.

“Right, well, I won’t get in your way.”

“Okay, see you around.”

Peter walked in the elevator and just as you walked past him, he held the door open just to see you for a little longer.

“Hey!” he quickly shouted. your hair flipping as you twirled to face him. “Thanks for the pancakes, they were really good, like exceptionally amazing.”

“Ha, wow no, thank you, I really appreciate what you did for me yesterday, hopefully there won't be more disturbances in the future.”

“Please, be my guest, if you need something you know where to find me.”

“Will try not to bother you much but it’s good to know, thanks!”

Peter was grinning. “By the way, the blueberries were quite the surprise, they’re my favorite.”

Your whole face brightened “Good! You were lucky, then. It was Blueberry Wednesday.”

Chest fluttering and all, Peter saw you wave at him and disappear out the door, his way to his apartment felt light, like all his worries had suddenly evaporated. His apartment seemed cozier too. Kicking off his shoes, he went to grab a glass of water, his eyes finding the happy yellow and pink plate, he almost choked.

“Oh shit! What am I going to do with you?”

Scratching his neck, he really needed an excuse now. He wanted to see you again.

#Peter Parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm x female reader #tasm peter parker fic #fluff #fanfiction #tasm fanfic #tasm! peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #andrew garfield peter parker #tags are hard #fluff and nothing but fluff #andrew garfield spiderman #tasm! peter fic #andrew garfield

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sopiao · 1 year

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HAI!! I LUV ALL OF UR WORK THEY GOT ME GIGGLIN AND SHIT 🤭🤭

can i request a young teen reader (like 15-16) being watched over and taken care of by their body guards, the 141. like. they’re sick and is part of a dangerous chain, they get hired to take care of you and just overall body guard you???

pls ignore this if this is too much or if you don’t feel like it! be safe!

EHYDHEHSHEHS TY TY TY!!!

this idea is actually so cute. i struggled trying to think for this 🤐

Tossing and turning in your hospital bed, you already read every book that was gifted to you and brought from your home. Already watched every show on the TV. Already made like a couple hundred paper cranes out of boredom. Hell, you’ve been here so long the flowers you got, when you were first admitted, has already wilted and died due to lack of sunlight. That’s how you felt

A soft knock on the door made you sit up immediately. You saw your doctor, your mom, and four strange men. Your mom never explained what she did, expect that you could never get involved in it, and never know what she did. All you knew is that it was dangerous, but she made lots of money from it so she could give you a comfortable life.

As always, she gave you a short and subtle explanation, as always. She introduced the men, but you took little to no interest in this. All you know was that you weren’t safe in a public hospital and had to stay somewhere more private and secluded.

Something like “Mommy got caught up with some people and you need to take a trip” You hated every time she baby explained something to you. You aren’t 5.

—

The car ride there was quite, Ghost having to hold his arm up the entire ride to keep your IV running. You already knew that you’d never be alone from that point on, always being monitored and with someone.

“We already prepared a room for you” Price explained, only earning a hum from you as a response. They didn’t find your silence and lack in response or communication rude or ignorant, just understood that some people like to talk and some don’t. Your room was right in the middle of the hallway, in between everyone else’s, assuming it was for your safety in case anyone found you.

Price let you open the door to see your reaction. The room was.. cozy. In a way. You can tell they tried. There were soft white fairy lights across the lining of the ceiling. It was a quilted comforter with many different patterns. Books laid out in the bed side table for you, ones you never read before. Soft rugs, and a huge and a plushy bean bag.

But what caught your attention the most was the overwhelming amount of stuffed animals that littered the bed. You wanted to laugh but only let out a little chuckle, the only other sound from you the entire time you were with them, aside from the occasional hum response.

They all watched cautiously as you slowly entered the room, looking around and inspecting each little trinket of the room they added, Ghost having to follow behind to keep your IV bag dripping.

“Is it okay for you?” Soap is the first to speak up, all watching how you just sit at the foot of the bed and just look around, noticing something new each second. Wow, they even got you the white princess canopy you wanted when you were like five. Even the skele-animals plushie you wanted six years ago. Most likely your mom told them about this. A for effort.

“Yeah, its… good” You softly nod, Soap and Gaz smile to each other.

“Told ya” you heard subtly from Gaz who stuck his tongue out at Ghost who just rolls his eyes and turn away, who starts to attach your IV bag to the metal pole. They’re hesitant to leave you by yourself, but you insist that you’ll just take a nap for a little bit.

—

A couple hours later, lunch, Price reminds Ghost to go in and ask you what you’d like for lunch. They can eat whenever they want, their more concerned for you. When he hears silence after knocking four separate times, not wanting to intrude on you. He just assumes that you’re still sleeping.

His heart drops to his stomach once he sees the bed empty, and you’re IV pole gone. He rushes into the house’s living room, alerting his teammates. First they do a scan of the house, maybe you wanted to use the bathroom, or check out the other rooms. When the rooms are empty they start to check out the outside, spreading out.

Price finds you in the backyard. Sighing as he relaxes and un-tense his body, slowly making his way towards you. You’re crouched in the ground, back facing him, with your IV pole standing beside you. His shadow looms over you, signaling you that there’s someone behind you, though you don’t say or do anything, just continuing watching the ants climb in and out of the small ant hill.

His shadow looks over you, signaling you that there’s someone behind you, but it doesn’t alarm you. You just continue staring how the ants follow in one singular line.

“Gave us a scare there, kid” Price grunts as he crouches down next to you, wondering what’s so interesting about them, earning the usual hum in response, the only time you’ve acknowledged his presence.

“What’re ya’ lookin’ at?” Price turns to look at you, hugging your knees and chin resting atop of them. He watches you use a twig to push a stray ant back in line.

“Y’know if you wanna go out, you should come and tell us, bring us along” He says in a tone that tries to convince you that they wanna spend time, but is really so you won’t be alone.

“Mhm”

—

Day 2. And you’re still stuck in this hospital gown. You try to look through the dresser and drawers for any clothes, or at least fresh underwear, or clean socks. But when you find the wooden drawers empty you escort yourself and the metal pole, you’re growing used to, to the living room where they’re all playing card games.

They don’t notice your presence yet, focusing on whether the other has the card they need or not. So, you just stand and stare at them, for a good 4 minutes until Gaz catches you in the corner of his eye. Jumping and dropping all his cards face up on the table.

They all laugh then turn once they realize that Gaz is staring at the hallway. Soap clears his throat and asks what you need while Price puts out his cigar to keep you from inhaling the fumes.

“I need clothes” Is all you said. The same expression plastered on their faces, just remembering that they forgot something.

“That’s what it was” Soap mutters.

“Told you we were missing something, idiot” Ghost scolds him, seems like a usual occurrence.

They end up having to drive to the nearest Goodwill to buy you some clothes. They knew that if your mother found out she’d be displeased, but you insisted that it’s where you wanted. You couldn’t leave and go around public in your hospital gown since it’ll raise suspicion.

Which caused you to have to borrow some of their clothes for the time being. Had to borrow Gaz’s pants since he’s the shortest from all of them, thought by only an inch, it was the closest size to you. It draped over you and covered your shoes. Soap offered his shirt which reached your thighs. Had a tear in the bottom.

Ghost decided to stay and stick with you while you picked up clothes, watching intently in what you picked out and what you looked at, holding up your IV, but not too high to make it that noticeable. Noting what you took interest in, processing your style.

“Didn’t know these still existed” Price came up to the two of you with Soap behind him, holding up a cassette player in his hand. Soap had an old digital camera, looking through the photos.

“You should get it, Cap’” Soap suggests, getting bored with the camera. You’re still looking through clothes, but still listening to them talk.

“What the hell would I even do with this?” He chuckles, inspecting the inside and each button to see if it’s functional— and not laced with crack.

“Mm-mm Just to have it?” Soap shrugs, taking the clothes out from your arm to hold for you, and to look at.

“That’s stupid”.

“They have cassettes at the front” You speak up, making them all look at you, since you never speak unless absolutely needed. They’re happy that you’re slowly getting comfortable to speak but don’t want to say anything to jinx it. Price just makes his way towards the front to look for them, you can tell by the little rushed way he walks that he’s enjoying himself.

You find a Dio shirt in the racks, their band dates and locations on the back, like something you’d by from a concert.

“Do people still listen to them?” Ghost whispers, mostly to himself, you can tell his interested. Never would’ve thought that he’d be into that band. You add it into your stash, laying it on your arm. When you get back to the house you end up giving it to him since ‘It doesn’t fit. Too big’ by what you said.

—

Gaz couldn’t sleep at all, it was way too hot. He walked out of his room, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. He entered the kitchen to grab a glass of water but almost screams when he sees you by the counter, sitting on the edge with a sandwich in your hand.

“If you were hungry you should’ve woken one of us up” He sighed, hand on his chest to calm himself down, worried when he saw the knife next to you covered in nutella.

“No. Too much work. Didn’t wanna bother” You shook your head, already half way through your sandwich. He chuckled, looking through the fridge for the water pitcher.

“What did ya’ make?” Gaz asked, leaning against the counter next to you, taking a long gulp from his glass.

“Nutella and Cheerio’s” You take another big bite from your sandwich. He cringes at how sweet it must be but laughs at how often he’s tried it late at night too.

You two sit together in silence, occasional crunch from you eating your sandwich and a watery sip from Gaz. After you finish he asks if your full, shaking your head he offers to make you something. Looking up at him then nodding while muttering a thanks.

He makes you go sit in the living room and watch TV while he prepares something. There wasn’t much in the house but he made do with what he had in the house. After an episode and a half of The Amazing World of Gumball he came to the couch with two BLT sandwiches and two cans of soda.

“Didn’t even know we had bacon” You mutter to yourself as Gaz already starts eating, a muffled response you couldn’t really make out. You both just sit in silence once again, less awkward and more comfortable this time, as you both ate the food he prepped.

It was nice. Just eating sandwiches while watching cartoons at 2:14 in the morning.

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You felt weak today, more than usual. Deciding to take a quick 20 minute nap, you wake up to loud talking, occasionally arguing accompanied by laughing, which made you a little irritated but you felt more energized.

Taking your IV pole with you, at this point you considered it a friend that followed you, you make your way to the living room, they’re all circled around the coffee table, either on the couch or on the floor.

You take a minute to watch before speaking up. Making them all jump when they notice your presence.

“What’re you doing?” You take a couple steps forward to look over their shoulders and see a Monopoly board and Monopoly money spread across the table.

“Wanna play?” Soap cocks his head to the side, scooting over to make room for you.

“I’ll watch” You take the empty spot next to him as they begin playing, less profanity and vulgar language this time, but still the same energy. Slowly you started to grow used to them. Laughed at how Gaz made Ghost pay up every time he hit his property, how Soap would take at least a minute to calculate his money for a deal, how Soap always got the short end of the straw, how they’d always fuck him over.

After a round they played again, but this time you were the banker. Handing out loans and taxes while you sipped on your juice box.

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daylight- chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris has caused enough trouble at somerville high school to where the teachers have had enough. they give him the choice of either failing him to where he won’t graduate on time or pairing him side by side with the little miss perfect of his school.

warnings: language, suggestive

Chris’s pov:

“chris this can not keep happening” my counselor scolded, typing something into her computer. i slouched back into my chair and rolled my eyes.

“can you please calm down it’s gonna be fine. i’m not a child.” i growled. “if you don’t want to get treated like a child, christopher, don’t act like one. your actions have consequences”

“actions, consequences, blah blah blah. i’ve heard it all. i don’t care about the detentions, the suspensions, i don’t care about any of that. fuck it! expel me for all i care!” i yelled.

“i’m not gonna expel you chris, and i’m not doing anything else” she paused. “but you need someone keeping an eye on you at all times, just in case. so i’m gonna assign a student of my choice, and they’re gonna be with you the entire time you’re here”

“no fucking way!” i scolded. “you’re not gonna get me some babysitter no way in hell.” she stared at me. “you don’t have a choice, christopher. you’ve gone way too far”

“and what are you going to do if i refuse?” i contested her.

“i guess i’ll just fail you, and you won’t graduate the rest of your class.” she shrugged “no fucking way! what about my brothers?” i stood up. “language christopher! and your brothers aren’t the ones causing trouble here!”

“fuck this! i’m leaving” i grumbled accepting my defeat “your new friend and i will see you tomorrow christopher!” she called. i turned around to look at her “you may make me do this but i’m not gonna be friends with anyone” “have a good day christopher!”

i stormed out of the counselors office and went back to class. i sat in my classroom all day wondering who she could possibly pick to be my ‘friend’ for god knows how long.

i examined every person surrounding me. i imagined what the rest of the school year would be like with each person. whoever it was, i wasn’t excited. i went home for the day, dreading my return tomorrow.

the next day, i was in 1st period when i heard my name over the loud speaker. “christopher sturniolo to the counselors office please” i made my way down the hall and into the office. when i got there i was greeted by the one and only y/n, y/l/n.

no. fucking. way.

“hey chris! i’m y/n” she held out her hand. i did the nice thing and shook it because she’s y/n, why wouldn’t i. y/n was insanely smart, too smart. and she was a perfectionist. she got all a’s, her clothes were pink and perfect, her hair didn’t have a single fly away, let alone split end, and she was the kindest person to ever exist.

she couldn’t say a negative thing about anyone. even when someone was rude to her she would just smile and nod. i don’t know how she took it, but she did. but it’s not like people were often rude to her. evryone loved her. but she didn’t have a designated ‘friend group’ it’s like she liked everyone but loved no one.

she was also gorgeous. everything about her was perfect. her perfect cheerleader physique, her thick but tamed hair her perfect teeth, creating a perfect smile. everything about her was amazing.

she cleared her throat, breaking me out of my thoughts. “well chris, are you ready to head back to class?” she asked. “y-yeah let’s go” we started walking down the hall back to my first period. “so are you just taking all my classes now?” i questioned.

“no actually, i just attend your classes with you, and i complete mine online.” she explained. i nodded. we entered my first hour with her behind me. everyone watched as she took a seat in the desk next to mine, opening her laptop. we continued the rest of the day like this.

y/n’s pov

walking around with chris all day was miserable. i know i’m good at faking a nice persona, but with someone like him it’s hard. he has no manners, no decency and no brain at all. it’s like trying to teach math to an animal. you just can’t do it.

the next day was exactly the same

i sighed as he tapped on my shoulder for the 12th time this morning. “can i help you chris” i turned to face him. “i don’t get this problem” i rolled my eyes “chris this is the same as the last 10! what do you not understand”

“sorry!” he huffed i rolled my eyes and assisted him. “i’m not here to be your personal recourse, i’m here because you can’t act like a fucking human, don’t forget” i turned back to what i was doing. “k” was all he said. no way could i deal with this any longer.

“you know y/n you’re not as nice as you pretend to be are you” he questioned. “why would i be nice to you?” i bit back. “i didn’t choose to be your fucking babysitter and it’s not my fault you’re so fucking childish.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded his head. “yeah ok” he grumbled. i couldn’t help but recognize how hot he looked when he was mad. i may not like his attitude, but i’m not blind. chris is very attractive.

“you know chris you would be really hot if you weren’t such a dick”

and that’s how i ended up on my knees in chris sturniolos bedroom as he stood in front of me, the both of us completely naked.

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part one tehehehe🤗

can’t wait for shit to get good

also short chapter but just you wait 😏

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Putting Roots In My Dreamland

Chapter Three of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: here’s the Jamie I promised :) another shoutout to @buckychristwrites for helping me out when my brain shuts down

When you wake up on Sunday, body sore and head aching and mouth dry, you vow to never drink again. You wonder what had possessed you to make plans for today when you knew exactly what your night was going to be like as soon as your locker room celebration started. At some point, everyone had made their way from Nelson Road to a club, and it was all downhill from there.

Luckily for you, Jamie was in the same boat as you and was hopefully regretting his decisions just as much as you were. Though, knowing how unfair the world is, you’re sure he feels fresh as a daisy right now. He’s probably been up for hours and had time to make himself some sort of healthy, superfood smoothie before doing an intense workout followed by a shower with a complex hair and skincare routine, because he was insufferable like that.

You, meanwhile, were wondering how you’re able to stand on your own, let alone play a full football match. You’re reminded of the creeping end of your career, coming much faster than it should, so you throw yourself into the shower just so you have something else to think about. The warm water soothes your muscles and your overactive brain until you’re actually looking forward to spending the day with Jamie.

The shower takes longer than it typically would, mainly due to how long you just stand under the stream of water without doing anything, simply letting the water wash over your body as you psych yourself up for the day ahead of you. It wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, but spending time with new people, getting to know new friends, was always a little nerve inducing for you. You and Jamie had only spoken a handful of times and never for any longer than five minutes, so the thought of spending a whole day with just him made your stomach flip.

After spending far too long in the shower, you check your phone to see a message from Mackie, along with plenty of pictures. You groan as you scroll through them, confronting your decisions from the night before. They aren’t bad pictures, and you’re surprised at how good of a photographer Mackie is even though she had just as much to drink as you did.

In all of them, you look exuberantly happy, your mouth wide open in a grin or mid-laugh with a drink in one hand and the other slung around the shoulder of a teammate or one of the boys. You’ve been happy, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen it, since you were able to look at your own face and see the joy so clearly written on it. Even just looking back makes you smile, until you get a text from Jamie and your stomach fills with nerves.

He’s sent you an address, asking if you want to meet at a coffee shop around noon so he can show you around Richmond, and you don’t even remember giving him your number.

Can’t wait! You reply, even though you’d love nothing more than to wait and spend the rest of your day lounging in front of your TV and eating nothing but comfort foods. Instead, you finish getting ready before standing in front of your closet and taking far too long to settle on an outfit. You know you’ve already met and that you’ve literally tackled the man, but you still want to make a good first impression outside of Nelson Road, outside of whatever you said or did last night.

All you hope is that you didn’t embarrass yourself too much.

You decide to walk to the cafe, knowing the fresh air will help you calm your nerves more than driving on the confusing London streets would. To your shock, Jamie is already sitting there when you arrive with fifteen minutes to spare. Even from a distance, you can see the way he alternates between checking the time on his phone and pushing his hair out of his face, the headband he wears at Nelson Road nowhere to be seen.

When he finally spots you coming towards him, he launches himself out of his chair and rushes forward to meet you halfway. He’s wearing dark colored pants and a nice button-up instead of the matching tracksuit you’d been expecting and looks nowhere near as hungover as you feel. He looks like he’s been up since the sunrise and went on a run just because he wanted to, and it makes you momentarily hate him just a little until he smiles at you and you’re reminded that he’s really just a boy who happens to be a professional footballer.

Pleasantries are exchanged as you both take a seat, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift from the menu in your hands to his face, the way he’s pouting slightly as he thinks and pushes his hair away from his face in what you assume is a nervous habit, something to keep his hands busy. It’s endearing in a way that makes you want to stand and run and never leave your house again.

After the two of you order, the conversation stills and the silence becomes awkward and you have no idea what to say. It’s not like you can ask him about himself, because your guilty pleasure is trashy tabloids and you’ve read more of his interviews with well-known papers than you’d like to admit. Jamie doesn’t seem all that eager to break the silence either and there’s been a furrow in his brow since you sat down, so you take it upon yourself to get the ball rolling.

“Thanks for offering to show me around, I really appreciate it,” you say, setting down your utensils as you finish eating, “I feel like I haven’t done anything except train since I got here.” And really, you weren’t wrong; you’d gone to the grocery store and stopped at a coffee shop with Mackie after practice one day, but other than that you haven’t been anywhere except Nelson Road and your house, and you’ve already been in Richmond for more than a month.

“Yeah,” he nods along as you speak before he adds, “I’ve been here a lot longer than you and I still don’t really know Richmond that well.” You can’t help the confusion that clouds your face as the man who offered to show you around Richmond admits that he doesn’t know the area and Jamie notices immediately so he scrambles to add, “I know a lot of places! Just not everywhere, but I’ve got my favorites.”

It’s becoming more and more difficult not to smile when you’re around him, there’s just something about him that makes you feel so open in a way you haven’t experienced since you met Mackie. He’s attentive, listening to everything you have to say with his full attention, nodding along as you answer questions about your favorite things and what you miss from back home and how you’re liking London so far.

It’s obvious that he genuinely cares about your answers, that he wants to hear what you have to say, and you can’t remember the last time anyone paid attention to you like that and it makes your skin prickle in a way that isn’t completely unpleasant.

The two of you start your tour around Richmond, questions and stories being volleyed back and forth as you walk along the streets. Jamie contributes to your conversation and he answers all your questions openly, but it’s clear that he’d rather have the focus be on you and the majority of his contributions are nods and “mhm”s thrown in when appropriate.

You can’t help but to wonder if this is how he acts with everybody or if it’s just because you’ve really only just met or if he’s regretting offering to show you around Richmond. You always make it a point not to talk about yourself, wanting to keep the focus on anything other than you and your life, and even though you’re not spilling out your deepest darkest secrets, you still feel exposed in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I love all the girls, and the coaches, and Keeley and Rebecca are great,” you say after Jamie asks how you’re liking Richmond so far. You know that’s probably not what he meant by that question but you can’t fathom opening up to him any other way, definitely not in the middle of a Sunday in a public park while you’re still a little hungover.

The last person you’d really, truly opened up to, shared all your deepest fears and hopes and dreams with was Mackie, and you’d been friends for almost five years now. The idea of exposing yourself, of someone truly getting to know you made your skin crawl, despite how much you’re coming to enjoy being around Jamie.

“Yeah, Keeley’s awesome, she’s one of me best mates,” he replies and you’re glad that the conversation has shifted away from you and onto someone you’d much rather talk about.

Jamie’s tour ends up being less like a tour and more like the two of you aimlessly walking around Richmond with him vaguely pointing out restaurants and shops that he likes, but you don’t mind at all. It’s much nicer than you’d expected just to talk with Jamie, and you find yourself looking forward to spending more time with him while also feeling terrified of seeming childish if you were to ask him to hang out again.

Despite your football playing strategies, you’d never been one to be exceptionally forward or confident in your personal life, so even just the idea of spending a day with Jamie seemed unbelievable. Although, he really was nothing like you’d expected.

The Jamie you were spending time with was considerate and a little awkward and told awful jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and the more time you spent with him the more relaxed you became. By the time you find yourself in front of your house, you’re debating whether or not you should lie and say it isn’t your place just so you can keep walking, and you can spend a little more time talking with Jamie.

“This is me,” you say instead, throwing an arm backwards to point at your front door, “I had a really nice time today, thanks for showing me around.” You try not to smile too wide, try not to seem like a child who’s overly excited about making a new friend even though on the inside you’re practically jumping up and down.

Once you’d gotten past the fact that you were talking with the Jamie Tartt, football star, you were really just overjoyed at the idea of finally having a friend that wasn’t just a teammate, someone who you’d need to see outside of training and who’d drag you out of your house to experience life.

“Yeah, of course,” Jamie responds, his hands hovering out in front of him before he settles them into his pockets, “we’ll have to do something again sometime.”

You can’t help but to smile at Jamie and how uncharacteristically shy he seems, but when he notices you smiling, he beams back at you. You say your goodbyes before heading inside, internally debating whether or not you should have asked if he wanted to come in.

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As Jamie watches your front door close, he takes his first deep breath of the day. It seemed like he was held together by nothing but nerves all morning, and now that he’s heading home he can finally relax. He’d been so worried about saying something dumb that he’d barely talked, choosing instead to ask you question after question to keep the conversation on any topic except himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share with you, because he really did, he just couldn’t risk ruining what was shaping up to be a comfortable friendship with his own insecurities and fears. And, he could listen to you talk for hours and hours no matter what you were saying. You could read him the dictionary and he’d sit with rapt attention the entire time, overjoyed just to be near you.

He’d been worried he’d come off too strong and scare you away, but it seemed as if you enjoyed yourself as much as he did. He can’t help the little bubble of pride that fills his chest over the idea that you enjoyed a day he’d planned, enjoyed spending time with him enough to say you wanted to meet again soon.

You'd been so different from how you were at the Dog Track, than how you are on the pitch, but Jamie doesn’t mind at all. He wants to learn everything about you, all your quirks and fears and everything you love.

Being around you feels like being punched in the chest, and Jamie can’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone, not when he met Roy Kent for the first time or when he told Keeley he loved her, but he doesn’t mind. It’s a new feeling, and it scares him a little, but it’s not a bad feeling at all. It’s like he can’t breathe around you, but he’d rather struggle for breath than never see you again.

Ever since that moment when your eyes locked your first day at Nelson Road, Jamie hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. He remembers checking Instagram every morning and night until Keeley posted the women’s team roster and then he spent hours scrolling through your page.

At first, he’d felt like a creep, like he was intruding on something private even though your page was public and you’re a professional athlete. He was careful not to like any of your old photos, careful not to do anything that would send you a notification that he was spending hours scrolling down your profile.

There were photos of you and Mackie and the rest of the US Women’s Team, there were professional photos of you at events or at photo shoots for brand deals, there were action shots of you on the pitch, but his favorite photos were the ones you’d taken yourself, selfies and group photos and pictures of your travels.

If anyone was around, Jamie would have been beyond embarrassed when he realized he was smiling as he scrolled through your photos, taking in those little aspects of you that he hadn’t gotten the chance to experience yet in your minimal contact with each other. Even more embarrassing to him was the fact that he didn’t follow you for another week, needing time to work up the nerve as if it was outlandish that he’d follow you on your public account, as if all the other players on his team weren’t already following you.

He just loved getting to see the world, see Richmond and Nelson Road from your eyes.

There’s something about you that makes him want to learn everything about you, that makes him want to spend every moment of his free time with you, that makes him want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he knows some of his teammates are starting to pick up on it, Sam even going so far as to call him out on his starry-eyed staring.

All he hopes is that you don’t pick up on it.

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