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littlexdeaths · 4 months ago

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ten minus two with you - r.b.

modern robin buckley x queer reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: robin and reader are in their 20’s, allusions to smut, reader is a tease, oral sex, fingering, public sex, heavy petting, both reader and robin are tipsy & in love, getting caught, little nod to queer steve

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by the few times i’ve had steamy make out sessions in bathroom stalls oops. the title is a line from one of kehlani’s new songs called 8… go stream it now.

word count: 1.7k

also big thank you to both @strangerstilinski and @xxbimbobunnyxx for listening to me ramble and helping me so much. ily both so much!! now enjoy babes xx.

You’re a mess of limbs and colorful fabric as you both stumble into the bathroom of the bar. Your sweaty bodies are buzzing from the flow of alcohol in your veins and the feel of her lips against yours.

Your lipgloss is smudged, the glitter littering your cheeks has transferred to hers in your hurry to taste each other. The blonde eagerly leads you into the stall, caging your body against the door. Her fingers fumble to slide the lock into place before they are back on you.

“You really know how to keep a girl waiting, huh?” She all but grumbles, earning a small giggle from you as her lips trail down your jaw.

You hadn’t meant to tease her per se, but it was genuinely so easy with Robin.

All you had to do was bat your lashes in her general direction and she’s flustered. But the outfit you’d chosen to wear for the pride festivities really had her riled up. Even though you had spent the early afternoon getting ready together, she wasn’t expecting it.

The sounds of Pom Pom Squad filter through your shared apartment, all sorts of makeup products scattered across the floor of your bedroom. You both sat amongst the chaos, giggling in excitement as you passed a cheap bottle of wine back and forth.

While Robin wasn’t too keen on wearing makeup most days, she happily let you paint her lids in varying shades of pink and orange. The wine had you both feeling fuzzy, stealing chaste kisses as Robin helped apply a sticky rainbow glitter to your cheeks.

Her brows were scrunched in concentration, her tongue just barely poking out from between her teeth as she worked.

“So serious, Robs.” you giggle.

She just grins, shaking her head fondly as she wipes the remaining glitter on a makeup wipe.

“I take my job as resident glitter artist very seriously,” she teases, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

When her phone starts to ring in the other room she is quick to go get it, knowing it would likely be Steve. Which left you to finish putting your outfit together as she reiterated to him what the plans were for the day. Robin had everything planned out, your group would meet to watch the pride parade in downtown Indy.

Then you would end the evening with a little pub crawl of her own design. She’s had this planned for weeks now, determined to make your first pride as an official couple a memorable one. But the one thing your girlfriend wasn’t prepared for was the way she’d react to seeing your outfit in its full glory.

So when you stepped into the living room wearing a cropped, bright pink shirt with the words ‘The Pussy Diet’ etched across the front her jaw dropped. You paired it with a pair of high waisted cutoff shorts that hugged your curves just right, fishnets and your trusted Doc Martens— you were everything she’s ever wanted.

“I think you’ve got some drool there, baby,” you smirk, stepping between her open legs as you swipe your thumb over the corner of her mouth.

Robin responds by guiding your thumb past her lips, tongue swirling around it. With a soft groan her fingers dig into the meat of your hips as she maneuvers you onto her lap. Her lips find yours in a clash of tongues and teeth, causing a soft mewl to rise in your throat.

If it wasn’t for Steve’s insistent banging on your apartment door, your girlfriend would’ve had you sprawled out on the sofa until your legs were shaking. But your friends were waiting on you, so she reluctantly let you tug her along without any further protest.

However your accidental teasing only continued to escalate the more the day went on.

During the parade you had coaxed her onto your lap, in the rush to leave your apartment you had forgotten to bring an extra lawn chair. Your hands unconsciously wandered beneath the hem of her button down shirt, fingertips splaying across her soft skin.

Under normal circumstances she would find this kind of touch comforting, but instead it had her fighting the urge to slide your hand just a little lower…

“— You okay, Robbie?”

Your soft voice snaps her out of her trance, her cheeks flushing as a nervous laugh leaves her lips.

“Oh, yeah!” She rasps, trying her best to play off the obvious hitch in her tone. “Never better.”

As she continues to watch the parade, you find yourself studying her. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink, her leg bouncing in between your own. Robin could easily blame the scorching summer heat for the reason behind her blush, but you knew better.

It was obvious by the way her breath hitched whenever your fingertips grazed her skin, and she carefully pressed her thighs together. She wants you, and she wants you badly. So you really can’t help yourself from wanting to tease her even more.

And you do, but subtly enough that your friends wouldn’t take notice. You’d slip your hand into the back pocket of her jeans as you walked between bars. Squeezing her ass as you pull her in for a needy kiss when no one was paying attention.

You even gave her a little show when you did a sultry rendition of Crimson & Clover at a karaoke bar you stopped at. You watched in absolute delight at the way her bright eyes never left you, even as Steve so desperately tried to get her attention.

So much for being his wing-woman tonight.

But the worst was when you were on the dance floor, losing yourself in the music. She opted to watch for a while, eyes darkening with each sway of your hips. But with Steve now preoccupied by a gorgeous drag queen, Robin had no choice when you coaxed her over with your index finger.

Her feet carry her across the sticky dance floor, her body all but melting into yours. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you wrap your arms around her waist, tugging her closer so your breasts are flush against her own. But when your lips brush against her ear, and you start grinding on her thigh is the moment she loses what little self control she has left.

Robin takes your hand and urgently tugs you through a sea of rainbow lights and glitter, your heartbeat rivals the pounding bass as you enter the bathroom.

But once she has you pinned to that metal door, it’s game over.

The feeling of her lips trailing over your sweaty skin is utterly intoxicating and when her fingers dip past the hem of your shorts you’re putty in her nimble hands. Those same fingers glide through the mess between your thighs, coaxing not one, but two orgasms from you in record time.

So in your mind, she’s definitely earned this.

“That’s— ah,” she pants, her hips rutting up against your mouth as you continue to lap at her puffy clit. “That’s so good, honey. Fuck, you’re so good.”

Robin can almost feel the way your lips lift up in a grin as a mixture of your own saliva and her juices drip down your chin like liquid honey. You pin her hips to the cool metal of the stall wall in an effort to stop her from squirming more.

The feeling of the grimy tile beneath your knees does nothing to deter you, if anything it encourages you more. Just knowing that anyone could walk through that door at any given minute makes all this that much more exciting.

“Hm,” you hum, against her. “You like it when I do this?”

You flatten your tongue, rubbing firm circles over her swollen bud as you slip another finger inside her. Robin keens at the feeling, her fingers gripping onto the edge of the stall to steady herself while her other hand cups the nape of your neck to hold you in place.

“God, yes,” she babbles, her cerulean hues taking on a glassy quality. “I’m so close, baby.”

Her leg that was hooked over your shoulder starts to tremble when you apply more pressure to her clit. Your fingers increase their pace, curving them to rub up against her sweet spot just right. Robin is a beautiful, panting mess above you and that sight alone is enough to have you moaning against her pussy.

Neither of you register the bathroom door opening or the click of heels walking past your stall over the heavy bass from inside the bar and the soft whimpers your girlfriend was letting out. But when the sink turns on both of you freeze, silently praying that the person on the other side didn’t notice you.

A moment passes in silence, and you think you’re in the clear. Just as you’re about to continue circling your tongue over her clit, a melodic voice stops you.

“You know… if you’re really looking for some privacy,” they pause, shutting the water off. “There’s a lot less traffic behind the bar, dolls.”

You curse softly, a resounding chuckle leaves them as you fumble to help Robin put her jeans back on. Her face is deeply flushed from the embarrassment of being caught in this position and the buildup of her now stalled orgasm.

You finally dared a glance through the crack in the chipped metal frame and you’re faced with one of the many queens you’d seen perform earlier in the night. She meets your eyes in the mirror before giving you a playful wink as she fluffs her large blonde wig and turns on her heel back towards the door.

“Now, don’t do something I wouldn't!” She pauses before her laughter echoes through the bathroom again, “Or do, live a little. Happy Pride, lovelies.”

She calls over her shoulder, the sounds from the bar spill back into the bathroom before you’re both met with subdued silence. You lean back against the stall wall opposite of Robin, both of you suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles at what just transpired.

“I can’t believe Miss Anna Conda herself, just caught us like this,” you snort.

Robin just gazes at you, hooking her fingers into the loops of your shorts to pull you in closer. She’s practically glowing as she nudges her nose against yours with a playful grin.

“Take me home?” she asks, though her question is slightly muffled when your lips find hers again.

“Always.”

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formulalfc · 11 months ago

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hi!! i was thinking about how Trent or Dominik would hard launch your relationship at a game?!?!?! So like make you wear his jersey and comment how good you look with his name and number on your back and like celebrating with the team after and he decides to post pics of you on Insta and everyone saying how smitten he is for reader <3

Love love love your other fics!!!

i did both because i felt super inspired, hope you like these i got kinda carried away

trent alexander arnold

trent is super shy and isn't big on flaunting what is his but seeing you in his shirt at the game really does something to him. you proudly showing off that you're his in front of everyone and keeping all your attention on him throughout the game has this man going feral. when he meets with you after the game he's wrapping his arms around you and pressing so many kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you congratulate him on the win. on your way out of the game your walking with some of the other lads, talking to them about the game but trent literally only has eyes for you. just watching the way you interact with his friends as you all walk to your cars.

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trentarnold66 big win🔴feels even better knowing my girls in the stands cheering me on

user1 we've lost another girlies

user2 no way trent got a girl before GTA 6 came out

youruser 🥹ur so cute, love u baby

trentarnold66 love u more pretty girl x

virgilvandijk so that's why you played so well today, wanted to impress the missus ;)

user3 they're so cute omg

dominik szoboszlai

oh this man has been waiting to hard launch you guys for ages now. he absolutely hates that guys think your single cause you're all his and he needs to let everyone know. so when you show up at anfield in a liverpool shirt with his name written on your back he figures that's you giving him the all clear. as soon as the game is done he's telling you to come down to the tunnel and wait for him. he gets pulled back for an interview and the interviewer asks him if there was anyone he wanted to dedicate his goal to and he smirks a little before saying it was for his girl who's waiting for him just down the tunnel, and then he just leaves the interview and runs up to you, spinning you around before planting a big kiss on your lips.

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szoboszlaidominik off to go get my reward 😏

user1 no he did not

user2 my guy being horny on the main

youruser baby my dad follows you....

szoboszlaidominik .....oops

youruser love you hot stuff ❤️

szoboszlaidominik love u too baby

ibrahimakonate ur missus is cooler than you

user3 stop they're in love in love

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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lexirosewrites · 5 months ago

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Okay not slick Sunday related but you like angst and I got inspired. Sorry it ran away

So it's post s4, Eddie starts withdrawing. Steve thinks it's from the party in general, but it's just him. He's kind of hurt/insulted and decides after trying to reach out that if Eddie doesn't want to know Steve and all that if what he said in the UD was bs then he doesn't get to know him as a person, though it kind of hurts cause he has a small crush on Eddie. He’s bi, thought Robin and Eddie were aware at least even though they’ve never talked about it.

Well cut to him finding out that everyone else is hanging with them, inviting them separately to things until Steve find out that the party, including Robin went to go see a movie (the lost boys) and Steve was so excited to see it with Robin. (They do this as to keep the peace not malicious intent) So when she's not available Steve goes by himself to stare at the guys and ladies in the movie, except when he gets there he sees the whole party front row and it breaks everything he got left. He feels excluded, like everyone was kicking him out.

So Steve withdraws, the few calls that come he ignores, or he rejects offers to hang out. He starts switching shifts with Kieth and then just stops showing up and quits. I like to believe his mom is a good but misguided mom, so she's worried about her boy. She takes him to Indiana for a doctors appointment.

He goes on these meds to help with his depression episode, (I'm basing this off how my therapy worked) once a week he has to go to Indiana for therapy appointment. So on top of that, his mom starts to think maybe he’d be better off in a larger city, closer to his therapist, maybe find a school that she can persuade her husband to let Steve attend. She knows her husbands is just an attachment best that runs her parents company. She brings it up as softly as she can and Steve promises to think about it, give his friends the benefit of the doubt.

So it’s the end of summer, the kids are going back to school for the 1987-1988 school year, everyone is getting together before everyone goes to schools across the country, Steve decided to host the party. Robin is over the moon that her platonic soulmate seems back to his old self (once again basing this on my own history with antidepressants) if not more bubbly. His mother is there, tanning as all the kids play in the pool, keeping an eye on her boy.

It’s the happiest she’s seen him in the last few weeks, even though his bad days are still prominent. Alls good until Eddie and his Uncle show up, cause he had invited them, he was part of the party, but there was a lingering atmosphere about them. The kids and Eddie are splashing in the pool, Steve just withdraws watching them letting Robin do the rambling she does. She’s going on and on about stuff and starts a story where Eddie had taken her to Indiana to her first gay club and she got to kiss her first girl and she’s just so excited and happy and Steve is just frozen.

That’s what he was planning to do, help Robin meet her own community other than he and Eddie, to branch out. He’s happy for her she’s finally gotten a kiss, but she just gushing about how Eddie did this, Eddie did that, and some part of Steve’s brain just gave up. To him he was finally replaced in Robin’s life.

Without a word and shaking hands, Steve just walks to his mom and whispers that he wants to go to Indiana and start a new life. She just nods and walks him inside and away from others, of course Robin follows (I don’t know, maybe worried or angry that Steve just blew her off after ignoring her for so long). Either way, his mom lets him lay down in the downstairs guest room, away from prying eyes.

She’s already planning the move and her connections while shooing Robin outside. So plans are made, after the party, the week school starts there is a for sales sign and moving truck.

I feel like Dustin would be the one to find them on the way out, ready to tell Steve about his exciting first day as a sophomore. Steve just tells him that he’s gotta move on, that he’s just a phone call away. He’s all but begging Steve, asking who he’d spend time with and watch movies. Steve just tells him they can do that over the phone or he can get Eddie to hang out.

Steve leaves with his mom while Dustin goes and begs Eddie or the others to stop him from leaving. Of course no one knew and the only thing left was a note on the door to Eddie asking him to watch over the kids.

Steve lives better, going to school to be a teacher. He’s got an apartment that he lives in just off the school Campus. It’s been a few years, calls between the group and the kids are graduating. Of course Steve has to go back for graduation, he surprises them. Dustin refuses to not let him go and Robin and Eddie sit and catch up. He comes clean about how he felt pushed out and needed help to work through everything and once he finishes school he may come back.

Let’s just say when Steve talks to them about his last few relationships and they’re just shocked cause they had no idea that Steve was bi. Steve just plays it off that but admits that he had the tiniest crush on Eddie which makes him sputter and ask why he hadn’t said anything. Steve just says he knew Eddie didn’t like him so he wasn’t going to bring it up which leads to both talking out their misunderstandings and apologize.

Let’s just say if there’s a few trips to Indiana for Eddie in the future and then when Steve decides to go back home they become “roommates”

god i am such a sucker for steve suffering and thinking nobody loves him🥺 (don’t read too deeply into that)

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #my asks

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chaeonlyknows · 4 months ago

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Casual - Jasper Hale

A/N: i know that jasper would NEVER, this is just for the sake of my angsty imaginations okay? he’s a gentleman and so so inlove. how could he? just bare with me in this alternate universe okay? anyways, please tell me if you hate it lol this is my first time publishing so forgive me if its shit. i tried my best, if this doesnt work out, maybe writing isnt for me… enjoy! and thank you for reading!

also, this is inspired by chappell roan’s casual, i just love her!!

edit: just fixing my grammatical errors.

Warnings: a little angst and mentions of sex, i think there were curse words? 18+!

my friends call me a loser cause im still hanging around

“y/n? what’s wrong with you?” angela asks you, jessica has been talking on and on about her and mike, so much that you unexpectedly drown in your own thoughts about you and jasper. “she’s thinking about jasper again.” jessica says, rolling her eyes. you turn your head around to sneak a peak at the cullens. “ugh, what are you guys anyway? what? edward got bella now his brother wants to mingle with you as well? like, come on people, im losing my friends to the cullens!” jessica keeps on rambling but your mind seems to be elsewhere. bella gives you that look that says “are you okay?” and you nod, ignoring jessica’s comments, once again, getting drowned in your thoughts. “—plus i heard that he had some type of thing going on with another girl. didnt emmett and rosalie talk about that?” and suddenly, upon hearing this, you turn to jessica with the look of confusion. angela and bella noticed this and angela spoke up. much to your dismay, you were so stupid. stupid enough to actually think that jasper hale would ever like you for you.

i’ve heard so many rumours that im just a girl that you bang on your couch.

“im really sorry to be the one to tell you this, y/n..” alice says, confirming what angela has told you. “i heard that jasper brushed off the rumours of you and him by saying you were only fucking, not so much as a relationship or bond. you guys were only casual.” angela’s words never left your mind.. you try to hold back your tears and nodded at alice, you thanked her for her honesty and left immediately.

i thought you thought of me better someone you couldnt lose.

how stupid are you y/n? why? why did you let yourself fall for such an arrogant boy?? you thought to yourself whilst walking on the way home. he didnt even feel the same way, he didnt feel what i felt whenever he calls me by those weirdly lovey nicknames, he didnt feel what i felt when he kissed me on my cheek. he never did. and you were just stupid to think that he’d actually reciprocate your feelings. you kept beating yourself up for falling in love with a cullen. unfortunately, you weren’t as lucky as bella. she fell inlove with a cullen that loves her back and you fell inlove with… well… a boy.

you said “we’re not together” so now when we kiss i have anger issues.

“hi darlin’, i missed you.” jasper greets you with a kiss as he sits beside you during your shared class. you pull away quickly and he could feel the irritable emotion that you’re feeling and immediately catches this. “what’s wrong baby?” he asks you searching your eyes for clues. you dont look at him and hum in response. “nothing, jas… im fine.” you respond without looking at him. it hurts, it just hurts. but i cant let him go.

you said “baby no attachment.”

“what’s happenin’ to you y/n? i thought we were on the same page? no attachment, remember? honey?” he asks. you feel rage creeping in you, how dare he? no attachment? and then he calls you honey? “i know, jas.. sorry” you apologise, finally looking up at him “no attachment… right, i forgot.” you said bitterly. you two had argued when he picked you up for a “date”, because he tried to kiss you as if nothing happened, you brought up the fact that he was seen with another girl and he got defensive which lead to this. he kisses your cheek and promises to make it up to you.

but we’re knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?

“i’ll make it up to you sweetheart” he says as he adjusts himself on his knees whilst you’re in the passenger seat. he fiddles with your skirt and underwear as his lips start tracing the inside of your thighs. his grip on your thighs are tight and you feel your climax coming down. he continues, inserting his tongue in and out of you while his other hand losens it’s grip on your thigh and rubs on your clit.

two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in long beach, is it casual now?

“hello y/n!” rosalie greets you on your way to history class which startled you and made you jump a little. “uhm… hi rosalie.” you greet her awkwardly, taken aback by her sudden kindness to you. maybe she felt pity. “i just wanted to let you know that we’re having a quick trip next week, esme wanted to let you know that she wants you to go with us.” she says as emmett walks towards you both. “yeah, esme really misses you both, jasper will be there” emmett gives you a wink which you try hard not to roll your eyes at. “i’ll think about it, i might be busy though. thanks rosalie, emett” glancing at the both of them and walking away. you definitely dont want to get caught up with jasper on a trip, with his family. remember, it’s casual.

i know what you tell your friends, it’s casual.

“jasper!” emmett calls him, “esme wanted to invite y/n over next week at the beach house, we already invited her… so… just wanted to let you know.” emmett says as he and edward smirks at this. “you invited y/n?” he asked, very much clueless. “yeah, carlisle wanted her there too, he said she was a nice girl.” edward adds. “i might not come with you guys then.” jasper states, clearly annoyed. “what’s wrong with her coming with us, jas?” emmett asks sarcastically. “oh right! you two are just casual.” edward answers the question for jasper and the two snicker at this. jasper shakes his head and walks away before they could taunt him further.

if it’s casual now, baby, get me off again.

jasper kisses you, hard. he loves doing this to you. overstimulating you. making you come, again and again, and again… he loves how you feel, clenching around him when you’re about to come. his grip gets tighter and he fucks you harder. kissing your neck, chest, everything. and after you guys are done? every praise, assurance, word that he said vanishes. discarded. once he gets his pants on again, he leaves, giving you a peck on the cheek. and that’s all.

if its casual now, if its casual now then.

it’s saturday and the girls wanted to hang out, and you decided you wanted to go with them. you guys planned a sleep over for next week and you talked about boys, movies, and prom. which you didnt know whether or not you’d be going to attend. “y/n?? y/n!” jessica basically shouts your name to get your attention. “yeah, huh?” you say cluelessly. “didnt you hear what angela said?” jessica asked, you shake your head no and angela repeats herself. “as i was saying, this boy… andrew.. what’s his last name again?” she asked the girls, “andrew jones?” bella answers. “oh right! andrew jones! anyway, he was asking me for your phone number. he wanted to ask you out!” angela tells you and her and jessica squeal in excitement. you felt weird though, going on a date while you’re with jasper? “oh come on, y/nnnnn! dont tell me that you’re thinking about that jasper again?” jessica rolls her eyes. “i am, dont you think it’ll be weird? going out with someone else while you have a —thing— with another person?” you state.

dumb love i love being stupid, dream of us in a year, maybe we’d have an apartment and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier.

“so? jasper did the same to you, with multiple girls. plus i thought you guys were clear on no attachment? remember? it’s just casual.” jessica argues. “she’s right y/n, you shouldnt settle for a casual fling.” angela agrees with her. you look at bella and she says “im with them on this one, y/n. im sorry but you have to be honest with yourself.” feeling bad for you. you nod your head and gave andrew a chance the next week.

i know “baby no attachment.” but we’re…knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out is it casual now?

jasper told you to meet him by his car because he “missed” you, and you reluctantly agreed. you couldnt stay away from him. he then opened the car door for you and same old story, he kisses you, you fight, he “makes it up to you” and you let it go, not wanting to argue any further.

two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in long beach, is it casual now?

declining the cullen’s offer, you didn’t say why or explain your reason. you just told rosalie that you couldn’t come and she understood. but, bella accidentally mentioned it to edward and alice because alice told her that you were supposed to be there with them and bella mentioned you and your date. “what?! y/n’s going on a date???” alice squealed in excitement which grabbed everyone’s attention. “who’s going on a date?” emmett asks, which made rosalie and jasper look at the three of them. as alice was about to speak, bella cuts her off by saying “no one! alice just got excited, you know..” widening her eyes at alice to contain herself. “y/n is.. you know? the y/n that jasper has a fling with?” he sneers and bella nudges him rather aggressively and he groans. “i told you not to tell them, it was supposed to be a secret!” bella whispered-semi yelled. “oh.” was all edward said and smirked at jasper who seemed a bit mad but oh well, it’s just a casual fling.

i know what you tell your friends, it’s casual..

andrew gets out of his car and knocks on your front door with flowers in hand, your dad opens the door and he gulps. “hi sir, i’m here to take your daughter, y/n, out on a date. i promise that i’ll take good care of her and bring her home before 8pm. we will just be going out, to the theatre, nothing else. we will be watching (your favourite movie) and after that, i’ll bring her straight home.” he offers your dad a smile and your dad is taken aback by this and hesitantly lets you go with him. before you leave he gives andrew a strict look and tells him “before 8.” and closes the door.

you and andrew had so much fun, he asked if he could kiss you on your cheek and you agreed. you asked him questions about himself and he answered them quite nicely and he let you speak about your interests. before escorting you to your doorstep at 7:48… he opens your car door for you. “let’s do this again sometime? i’ll see you on monday y/n.” he smiles at you and kisses your hand. he walks to his car but doesnt leave until you got inside safely. you were daydreaming about him a lot now, he was so dreamy. you thought. he was a gentleman and from what it looks like, he’s the perfect match for you. he treats you the way you want to be treated… but..

if its casual now then baby get me off again, if it’s casual…

andrew picks you up more frequently after your first date, he became your ride to school the past few days and you guys had talked back to back, jamming to your favorite songs… you never experienced this with jasper. when you both arrive, he opens the car door for you and almost everyone at school stops to look at you both. even the cullens.

“oh my god.” angela says in shock. she’s happy for you and andrew. she’s proud of herself because this was her doing.

“no way!!” jessica exclaimed. “bella are you seeing this?” she calls, the three girls smiled at you as you and andrew walk up to them.

what you didn’t notice was, jasper looking at you both. more like glaring into your souls. if he was alive, his blood would be boiling right now.

FLASHBACKS:

its hard being casual when my favourite bra lives in your dresser.

he unclips your bra while making out with you, both of you shirtless and his lips start tracing your neck and chest, he throws your favourite bra on the floor, discarding every piece of clothing you two had on. he couldnt wait to feel you again.

it’s hard being casual when im on the phone talking down your sister.

alice wanted your help on throwing a party, she called you because she was in distress about it. “i cant think properly y/n! it just seems like something is missing!” alice exaggerates as she rambles about what theme or what color she was going to use for the party.

definitely casual. you think to yourself.

i try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space.

“it’s not fair jasper! you’ve been going out with girls, you were seen last night by MY friends! do you not know how embarrassing that is for me?” you yell at him not being able to take it anymore. “baby… baby… calm down. they were nothing. look, i dont know why you’re acting up again, i thought you agreed? casual? honey?” he reminds you.

i try to be the chill girl but honestly im not.

“what the fuck? that’s all you have to say?” you couldnt hold off your anger anymore and opened the car door and you left. jasper chased after you, “baby… come on… i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” he tries to convince you, being the pathetically inlove girl you were, you agreed.

knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out.

same old, same old. his fingers play with your skirt and adjusting your underwear so he could insert his two fingers inside you. you moan at this and he begins to fasten his fingers’ pace, making you cry out his name. he kisses your thighs and removes his hands, replacing them with his mouth.

END OF FLASHBACK!

two weeks and your mom invites me to her long beach house.

“oh hi, y/n! we weren’t expecting guests…” esme trails off, looking at you and jasper. “hi mrs. cullen, no worries, i was just passing by.” you greet her with a smile and she smiles back. “well, do you wanna maybe stay for dinner? we’re having italian..” she offers you and you look at jasper who nods at you, well.. how could you refuse? you smile at esme.

i know what you tell your friends.

“wow jasper, that was unexpected.” rosalie jokes, “what is?” jasper asks. “the way you let her stay for dinner!” emmett adds snickering at jasper. they all know that he’s falling for her. jasper ignores their comments and went up to his room, where you were sitting on a chair, with a box full of your stuff that you’ve left behind. jasper had a plan, he wanted to talk to you and make it official before andrew beats him to it. he wanted to let you know how much he cherished and needed you.. he agreed to give back your stuff, but he wasn’t giving up without a fight.

baby get me off again.

“baby, what’re you doin’ there?” he notices you checking your stuff, polaroids and letters you’ve sent to him that he never bothered to open. “nothing, jasper. just checking.” slightly cringing at the nickname. he reaches for your hand and pulls you closer to him, making you stand up. he leans closer to you and you pull away, “what are you playing at, jasper?” you ask him and you laugh at his attempt. realizing that he isnt joking, you feel annoyed. “stop. dont even start.” you spoke. “start what baby?” he asks innocently. “dont.” you said sternly. he pulls you closer and kisses you, you melt in his touch. you know that it isnt right, you know that this is not what you should want… but you cant stop.

i fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner..

(you guys didnt fuck okay, just kissed)

you got the strength to pull away and push him off. “whats wrong, darlin’?” he asks. “stop it jasper. im with andrew, i cant do this. i came here to get my stuff back and end things. i cant do this anymore.” you told him. “baby, we can talk about this.. please. i need you.” he responded. before he could do anything else, you walk away.

your parents at the table..

esme and carlisle hear you and jasper walking down and as esme was about to update you on the cooking, you bid your goodbye. “im sorry mrs. cullen, i have to take a raincheck… thankyou though.it was nice of you to think about me.” you say in a rush. carlisle and esme found this unusual. “well.. atleast bella and edward are on their way.. no food went to waste.” carlisle spoke.

you wonder why im bitter,

jasper runs after you and he pleads for you to talk to him. “baby please. i was dumb to ever think that this was only casual. i dont want this to end, please. dont go with him. i’ll treat you right, i’ll treat you better.” he says while holding onto you.

bragging to your friends i get off when you hit it,

shaking your head, you dont say anything, it seems like you’re lost for words at the moment and you break his hold on you, running to your car as fast as you can and starting it. jasper stands still, if he had a heart, it would be breaking right now. he feels regret, and heartbroken.

i hate to tell the truth but im sorry dude you didnt.

driving off, you finally felt free.

jasper on the other hand, he felt frozen in time. wondering why he took you for granted. wondering why time is such a pain.

i hate that i let this drag on so long, now i hate myself. i hate that i let this drag on so long, you can go to hell.

part two?

#jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale #rosalie hale #chappell roan #twilight #edward cullen #bella swan #light angst

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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steve noticing a new shirt or a new song youve become obsessed with. asking you about it and just smiling as you explain (the band, writer, movie,show whatever.) R"what..?" S"Nothing-" R"Youre making that face-" "well if you must know, ive got the cutest most precious woman as my girlfriend." or something like that-

this was so cute!!! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Steve knew you had been waiting for the book to come out.

The second you found the date, you had marked it in your shared calendar and drawn a bunch of doodles around the announcement that it was very hard to miss.

He knew you were excited, he knew how long you had been waiting for it. Steve took the extra initiative to make sure it was the perfect day. He had worked out with your coworkers so you had the day off on your rota, made sure the pantry was stocked with your favourite snacks and left a few cans of your favourite drinks in the fridge (along with a bottle of wine).

He drove out early to the next town over so he could pick up the book the second the store opened, drove back before you woke up and left a note and a kiss on your forehead before he headed out for the day to work a shift at Family Video.

By the time he came home in the late afternoon, you had finished the book and you were buzzing off the walls. Steve didn’t think he had seen a sight so fucking adorable. It made up for the constant teasing he received from Robin all day about the way he was head over heels for you.

You lifted your head up off the couch where you were laying, a grin spreading across your face when he walked through the door. “You’re home.”

“Someone’s happy to see me,” Steve teased as he made his way over, leaning over the back of the couch to press a long, greeting kiss against your lips. “How was your day, honey?”

“Perfect ‘cause of a certain someone,” you said with a teasing tone, though your smile became more sincere as you dragged him into another kiss. “Thank you, for everything.”

“It’s what my girl deserves,” Steve stated simply before smiling. “Let me go change and then we can order some food and you can tell me all about your book.”

And that’s exactly what you did.

After changing into some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, Steve ordered from your favourite takeaway place before he settled on the couch across from you. He was leaning against one arm, you were at the other and your legs were intertwined in the middle with a blanket over you both.

You are animated and enthusiastic as you spoke, your hands moving wildly as you gave him a run down of the previous books (as if he had forgotten from your previous rants) before launching into everything you had read that day.

He hadn’t meant to zone out, and he didn’t really. He was listening, he would be damned if he didn’t listen to every word that came out of that pretty mouth of yours, but he couldn’t help but let a giddy smile take over his face as he watched you ramble on passionately.

You seemed to pick up on his expression as you were mid-way through a plot twist, the words falling short from your lips as you flushed at his expression.

“What?”

Steve blinked, his brows furrowed slightly. “What’s what?”

“You’re…smiling all weird,” you said, almost laughing as you spoke.

“It’s nothing,” Steve said with a shrug. “You’re just…so cute when you talk about your books.”

You could feel your cheeks heating at his words. “I’m sorry, I’m probably talking so much—”

“Hey, no,” Steve said with a shake of his head. “I love when you share this with me. It’s like being a part of it, without actually having to read the books.”

You snorted lightly. “You really don’t mind?”

“Listening to my pretty girlfriend talk all day? Of course not,” Steve scoffed like the concept was absurd. “Like I said before, it’s cute.”

Your smile was almost as giddy as his.

“Plus, those lil’ sex scenes give me good inspiration—”

“Steve!”

“Kidding, honey!” There was a pause. “Okay, I’m only slightly kidding, but there’s some real good tips in those books.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot

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lara4eclipze · 27 days ago

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“Ghostface”

info; is there anything better than sitting down and watching your favorite movies? , well until someone calls you.. who calls at this time of night?

cw; blood , mentions of killing, gore-y , mean Lara , inspired by the scream movie , smutty? , men do not interact , short and rushed but I hope you guys like it

part 1 || part 2

finally it was academic break , your roommates have their academic break planned out , either going out with their boyfriends or going home to their family , you on the other hand didn't plan anything you figured staying at the dorm was better either way atleast you had the whole place to yourself

what's the best thing you can do when alone at night , oh watch your favorite horror movies! not so dumb right?

"shit!" you gasps as hot oil splash onto you , you were cooking pop corn cause who watches movies with no popcorn , you wash your hands then put the popcorn in a bowl with butter and some salt

as the movie progress you got more and more tired or sleepy , until you heard the ring of your phone

ringg rring , weird who calls this late, either way you paused the movie and answered the phone

"hi?" you answered , annoyed and a bit impatient your supposed to be relaxing not answering a random call

"hi there enjoying your movie?" the other line answers the voice was distorted it sounded like they used a voice changer

creeped out and curious you ask

"who are you?" how can someone know your watching a movie your alone right now... right?

"not important, say what's your favorite horror movie?" the cryptic voice cuts you off

"answer me who are you!?" getting frustrated , most importantly scared

"you'll see soon.." the calls ends with a beep and you were left with your thoughts, the shaking feeling of someone watching you lingered

until the lights turned off , you didn't hear any light switch was the electricity gone? , what the fuck is this timing you question

"god stop messing with me" you exhale , you tightly gripped your phone. , turning on your flash you went to your bedroom

as you enter your room you made sure the doors were locked , after making sure you took a deep exhale as your heart race

"aww thought you can keep me out?" a voice behind you purrs , startled you screamed and turn to look only to get a sack covered on your head

"who the fuck are you! shit get this of me" you says as you felt this person tie your hands and sit you down on your bed

"shh princess no one can hear you stop screaming" the voice felt awfully familiar yet you just cant get your finger on who it it

"I didn't have to do this if you complied earlier you know that right" the woman says again "yet you decide to get frustrated how cute"

"oh and who am I? , take a wild guess and I'll say if your right" what the fuck is up with this woman , is this a sick game?

"i swear to God if this is some type of game I'm not playing i-" you got cut off by a slap to your thighs

"I said guess not ramble pup" her voice laced with venom

"sorry , uhm Sophia?" you ask with a harsh blow to your thighs "wrong" she giggles

this went on for 6 more guesses and 6 more hits

"I'm getting bored puppy , do you only know them gosh I thought we were close" she says you were squirming by this point due to the hits,

"L-lara?" you shakily said , waiting for another hit you brace yourself yet nothing came

"good job pup you got it!" she joyfully said removing the sack on you head revealing it was her

"Lara? how what?" you were confused, scared and most importantly weirded out

"I've been keeping my eye on you , I can't believe you still didn't notice me" she pouts

"seeing you with the other girls triggers me you know.." she said you were terrified why was she jelous?!

pulling out her knife your heart dropped

"cat got your tounge? speak" she commands

"i why lara? please let me go i didn't do anything wrong" you cry out to her hoping against odds that she might just let you go

"cause your mine! nobody can just step in and claim you , god are you stupid?" she harshly spat

"I'm yours?" you ask confused—is she mentally sick or overall just delusional

"yes... remember Emily?" she replied , her voice sinister, come to think of it Emily has been absent for a week now no one has heard from her

"yes — what did you do to her?!" you quickly question, she laughs it hits you like a ton of bricks she did something to emily

"you know~ just a little clean up" She says grinning ear to ear

"I saw how she looked at you , sooo.. I had to remind her you were taken, I bleached her eyes — now she can't ogle you anymore" god you were horrified , tears ran down your face out of pure terror

"why- would you do that! she didn't like me we were just friends!" you felt yourself get weak Lara who was in front of you just injured Emily

"don't act like that—now you don't want anyone else hurt right?" she coos wiping the tears off your cheeks

"y-yes" you breath out her hands felt cold contrasting to your own

"good girl , ill remove your restraints but if you try to run away I'd have to hurt someone else and we don't want that" she whispers to your ears goosebumps arose at her words she is sick

you nod unable to form words

she chuckles, using her knife she cuts the rope binding your hands , after her hands made its way around your waist

"you smell divine , I've been waiting for this moment for so long" the older groans

deciding to play along cause god knows what Lara can do to you if you resist her now

you lean into her earning you an approving hum , she kisses your neck making her way down your shoulders , she bites down leaving a mark you whimper out of pain

"now everyone knows your taken" she hums

after kissing your lips she covers your head with the sack once more you hear the door clicks and just like that she was gone

you saw a note on your bedside table, left by lara

"see you next time pup xo"

#lara raj #fem reader #katseye #lara katseye

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trippygalaxy · 1 month ago

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UHM! HI this is just gonna be me rambling about some of my mutuals cause I cherish them all and everything they've done for me

no i will not be tagging them, the tumblr gods will decide if they find this or not

Cal, gods I have so much to say about them but they could honestly be their own post by themselves /pos. I -genuinely- wouldn't be here today if it wasnt for them, so many times have they unknowingly helped me out of horrible places in my life, and I could never put my love for them into words no matter how many poems i write in their honour. They are one of the best friends ive ever had in my life, they are the most genuine, selfless, precious people ive had the pleasure of knowing.

Maj- oh i miss talking to him so much you dont understand!!! I love love loved sending them silly stories in her askbox, their way of thinking and breaking down stories were the most delicious things! Not only that but the art??? Their ocs always enticed me and i would willing sit down and listen to them talk about them for hours if i could. They are FUCKING HALRIOUS TOO!!! They've -without even trying- have given me so many belly laughs when i needed that the most.

But i seem them in their new fandom with other moots and im so happy shes having fun /gen

GASP! MY SPOUSE!!! Fir! UGH i love them so much /p They are so encouraging, and they help me so much when it comes to stories and figuring stuff out- and they WROTE SO MUCH FOR ME???? IM SO GREATFUL FOR EVERYTHING THEY'VE MADE AND DONE FOR ME AND I WISH I COULD REPAY IT BACK 10 FOLDS! I feel so free when speaking with them, like im able to be a part of me where i cant with others and its- its so relieving.

Vaati- a genuine inspiration. I was a HUGE fan of his shifting sands series when I found it on instagram and when i say HE MOVED TO TUMBLR?! I WAS FUCKING ESTATIC!!!! Also very worried that his art got stolen but it was clear it wasnt- ANYWAYS! When I first found him, i was so ready to just give up on art -before my digital art era- because when i stared at my art all i saw was bland strokes of a pencil that could never be compared to what others had made, but when I found his comic that was FULLY TRADTIONAL I was stunned. I showed it to everyone I knew, whether they knew loz/lu or not, i needed them to see the talent and beauty I found. And he was the beginning of me starting to relearn to love traditional art again, and how much more beautiful it was to me compared to any digital piece

ARIA!!! I was in awe of her cute style- and i saw her make art for Sacred realm and i was HOOKED! Genuinely, I was like 'oop- have to be friends with her now' and though we dont talk that much, im constantly impressed with her growth even when she thinks its trash. That girl has SO much potential, and im estatic to see what she does with it. OH AND THE ART SHES MADE FOR FAROLA?! **MWAH!!!** Honestly she made me love Farola again-

Major, an unrated GEM, one of the most encouraging, heartfelt and creative person ive met on this site. She is, and will always be, someone I look to when I need a push or when im unsure about doing something (like this!) cause I know that she will never cease her amazing ability to encourage and inspire those around her.

Finky and Isa- some of the most iconic styles ive seen, its amazing to see them grow and keep their styles while still improving. AND THE AMOUNT OF ART AND IDEAS THEY MAKE??? Im stunned by how quick they are able to make their art and STILL HAVE IT BE AMAZING QUAILTY?! Witch craft I tell you!

Shade and Mossy, two people I sadly dont talk to much anymore, but were apart of one of the most important parts of my life so far. Both were such positive lights that kept pushing even when they got pulled back by others. Idk if its their stubbornness or determination that keeps them going, but whatever they have, I want it!

#trippy talks #rambling about moots

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ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks · 2 months ago

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So I decided on a first fan fiction idea, what's it gonna be? Angst, of course. Pure angst. Why? I found the perfect inspiration Song,

I know it's over, by the smiths. My first thought was like omg. So prepare to suffer in this first Fan Fiction. The time line of the song and stuff doesn't match but imagine it does. It's a Eddie Munson x reader angst (maahahahah) I'm so mean. But this is also how I cope with a comfort character loss.

You were the dream I woke up from way to soon.

It's been the summer of 1983 when you meet Eddie, he was, well, special?

He had weird habits like chewing his hair on occasion when he's nervous, you found it endearing.

Eddie didn't care about fitting the mold, he didn't care about the Monster of Hawkins High on his heel.

You two meet in the most stupid way possible, you used to stay under the radar for your own good, but one class he decided to crack the most dark and kind of disrespectful joke you've heard in a while. And your humor, made you snort and got you both expelled for 3 days.

You both were sent to the principals office, you hanging your head feeling slightly ashamed, especially cause this was a first time thing, you never got expelled before. While he, took it rather casually and kept rambling all the way to the office. When the both of you sat infront of the principal, he sassed around making you snort and giggle, which caused the expelling in the first place. You would've just gotten detention but well what can I say.

When the principal send you away to go home ASAP, Eddie just followed you to your locker, much to your confusion.

"Why are you following me?"

"Oh just thought I haven't seen you here before so I'm trying to jog my memory, are you new?" He asked. Gosh it kinda hurt.

"No actually I've been here for almost two years now. Uh just you know stayed under the radar." You said awkwardly, at least you actually stayed under the radar?

"Oh..well damn, if I knew a pretty girl with dark humor went to this school sooner, I would've made you laugh a long time ago"

'God, is he flirting right now??' That's all that went through your mind.

Days went by, Eddie always around you, those 3 days of being expelled and him suggesting to hang out since you both got in trouble together so 'it's only right to be expelled together too' really did wonders.

You went to his trailer the second day of being expelled, you both got a bit high and had some real deep talks, no idea why but a lot was laid open (lmao), the both of you grew close over such a short time.

Those days became weeks, then months, and eventually it was the year 1984.

His year, like he said. He got to know this girl called Paige (yall she's from the book flight of icarus, check it out it's actually so good) you started to lose one another slowly, you wouldn't say you're jealous, but you were disappointed when suddenly the deep feelings you shared started feeling one sided.

So the both of you grew apart, days turned to months again. Till she left, which, not to sound rude, you were so happy about. But Eddie was still not around like he used to be, yeah he glanced at you whenever you were around. He did that while Paige was around as well, but he never approached you, and it hurt.

So since he was a coward, seeing him at one of the frat parties wasn't the usual sight.

He was dressed the same but so different, he wore a iron maiden tank top (which he sloppily cut the sleeves off) and dark blue jeans and his usual sneakers and bracelets etc.

He had pulled his hair together and fuck, he never looked better.

You got a bit tipsy which made you a bit to confident so you went to him.

"Well Munson, we need to fuckung talk!"

"Oh hi uh sure what about?" He asked fumbling with his rings.

"Not here,come on" you grumbled pulling him out of the house to the small backyard where a few teens laid passed out on the grass and the slide (don't drink yall).

Huffing you sat on the stairs as he hesitated before sitting down too.

Just silent he waited for you to speak. Minutes went by and you felt the rage and sadness of him dropping you starting to resurface.

"Fuck what were you thinking!? Heck we got along so well, then that Paige girl shows up, she's all you talk about for days then suddenly you don't talk to me at all anymore. Following her like some dog while I was drowing in the feelings I have for you and feeling the feelings you had for me vanish so fast!" You practically scold him as you gathered up the courage and blurt it out, tears slipping a little as you stand up with an annoyed groan.

"I thought you liked me, like some idiot!"

Just silent, he just stared at you.

You waited and waited and snapped.

"Fuck,will you say something!? It wasn't difficult for you to yap to her!"

You were slowly losing it, you felt betrayed all over again,he couldn't even spare you a simple response or rejection.

He slowly started.

"What do you mean with feelings you have? And feelings I had?"

"Oh please, don't play dumb, the fact we always flirted, or the amount of times I caught you tempted to kiss me! God Eddie, please tell me it wasn't all in my head!?"

He just stared at his hands playing with his rings, thinking of what to say.

"Oh damn it...you know what forget it!" You mumble hurt and annoyed, you just confessed to get nothing in return. Stupid. So you walk back up the stairs, past him, back into the house, past all the party goers and walked the miles back home. Your feet aching already but you didn't care, you felt so much you just wanted to get it out of your mind, and let your poor heart rest.

It's taken days of you ignoring Eddie in school, as he practically ran after you like a puppy whenever he got the chance. You grew tired of it, it felt like being mocked for some reason. You saw yourself, trying so hard for his attention when Paige showed up, you didn't blame her, she was gorgeous, you probably would've done the same if you were in Eddie's shoes. But knowing that you ran after him in school during those days and he always hit you with the "Sorry I got plans" or "ah damn um I can't come after all Paige told me she was free today" etc.

But he still managed to grab you to the side after school, you walked past the football field where he sold behind the small tree line. He took the opportunity to pull you away.

"Please, will you please hear me out!?"

"Hear you out? What do you want me to listen to? You swooning some more over Paige? No big pass"

"No! God will you stop!? I'm sorry okay! I was so naive she told me she could help make me and the band famous. I really thought I could do it. I completely neglected you and I see that now, and I wish I didn't. You're so damn important to me. Please believe me." He rambled, holding your wrists, like he was scared you'd walk away if he didn't. Like you've done for days.

"I confessed to you Eddie, you didn't even say anything when I did. You just stayed silent and I deserve better. So fuck, I don't care what you have to say now, the ship sailed a long time ago and you missed the chance!"

"God Sweetness please don't say that"

You could feel your heart clench at the nickname he had given you a few weeks after you two officially meet. It has been so long since the last time you heard him say it.

"Don't call me that! We're not close like that anymore. You obviously don't want me the way I want you so just drop it."

You already freed you hands about to walk away when he rambled it out.

"I WANT YOU, fuck I wanted you since the day you sat down next to me in that class, and I finally got the guts to talk to you when you laughed at my joke. When we got expelled. Damn, I- I don't know what I thought I was doing when I pushed you away, I didn't mean to...but I want you, fuck, the amount of times I wanted to go to you and tell you about what I manged to get done and knew I couldn't because it would be so out of no where you'd probably feel worse about it..if I came to you to talk about Paige..so I didn't...I'm so sorry Sweetness, believe me"

You just shook as the cold autumn air hit you.

You turn around to look at him.

"That's so not fair!" Taking a shaky breath you continue,

"It's so not fair for you to say all this after I waited for you to return to your old self! I waited like a fool all day all night hoping you'd show up on my doorstep, like you always did, randomly at the worst time possible! You don't get to say all this after you hurt me!"

He just pulled you into a hug as you cried, so exhausted and confused about what you were supposed to do next. Damn you forgot how good of a hugger he was.

(Anyways time skip, I'm feeling lazy and this is taking long)

After the heart felt exchange he finally asked you out, took him a few days to gather the courage but he did anyways. You said yes, obviously, you didn't wait like a abonded pet for nothing!

It was great, he took you on dates, you stayed at his trailer when Wayne wasn't home, cuddled up watching a movie, or jumping around to some of his music blasting in his room, or just made out like those other lovelost couples.

It was great, till the whole thing with Chrissy happened,you were so scared for him, you went around town day in day out, looking for him. No idea where he was. Frightened about the mob of angry people looking for him.

You didn't find him at all, you saw Nancy by his trailer talking to Wayne, but you shrugged it off. You talked to Wayne and he soothed you when you panicked about him just having vanished,he didn't even come find you. Which you understood people would look for him at your place first. You had to throw some out after they burst in as you opened the door even just an inch.

It was madness.

You went days in fear and worry, till the earthquake..

No Eddie, everyone but not him, no body, not a trace of him.

Just gone, like a dream you had. Like it was never real.

You couldn't stand the funeral, only few people attended. I mean King Steve? You weren't surprised about Dustin and The other hellfire members, but Robin, Steve, Nancy and who else. They didn't know Eddie?

They didn't know him.

Why were they there? Just out of pity?

You didn't have a clue, but you hung on to the hope Eddie was fine, no Body no case. Right?

It had been weeks since the memorial like funeral, you went to his spot everyday,cleaned the grave stone from the hateful messages. Placed new flowers after the old ones where stomped on.

It took weeks till the others decided to tell you what happened, the guilt of you being so painfully unaware getting the best of them.

Steve told you while the others stood silent, you only rembered breaking down, the last hope you had shattered like the cup Eddie always made you tea in.

You knew it was over, the empty Cold bed, wasn't just temporary.

Another night on your own, more coming.

All gone no way it would return to you.

"But we had so many plans!!! We never got to go to a concert!" You cried out the lost moments of the future like it would suddenly change this all.

But no, you were so harshly woken up from this dream.

The hopeless trying to fall back asleep didn't work, like it never did.

He was gone, and so was the dream.

(Yall istg the ending was rushed af, I promise this isn't it, I probably will write another chapter, if yall want me to. Anyhowww! It's almost October!! Ahh I love spooky season.) Also the song is so good, I legit can't stop seeing him in it 😔 I wish he didn't get taken out of stranger things. He could've been a major character for longer. I cry everytime I rematch.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things #fanfic

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13a07s · 5 months ago

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Ariadne to My Dionysus

(Yu Nishinoya)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Meguzm]

Requested by: Myself

[Idea inspired by that one Beast Boy and Raven scene. Also, Rick Riordan's line about Sally Jackson]

Word Count: 3,394

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I will fight to my grave that Noya and Tanaka are the most romantic boys in the world

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"I just want to go home to my mama!" Yu whines, his call for me seeping out of the open windows of the gym.

"You're fine," one of his teammates groans, making Yu whine again. "You get beat and bruised all the time. Stop whining."

"I want my mama though. Where's my pretty girl at? She's supposed to be here to watch our practice match. Where's my mamas?" He rambles, throwing a tantrum like a four-year-old.

I can't help but roll my eyes at the clinger, shoving the old gym door open. The rusting metal screams from being moved. Instantly, Yu shoots upright, knocking off whatever fake injury act he had going on. "Oh, hey mamas," he greets, a huge smile shining at me.

His cheek is a bit pink, putting the pieces together to what happened. In some way, shape, or form, he missed a receive and got pummeled in the face.

"Come here whiner," I tell him, wiggling my fingers around to motion him forward. I have full intention of coddling my baby until his practice match starts. From how quickly Yu is on his feet and running toward me, he's on the same thought pattern.

My boyfriend is shorter than me, not terribly shorter, but enough that it's noticeable. "Hey mama," he repeats, arms around my sides, and his chin easily resting on my breasts. My chin rests on the top of his head, shifting back and forth to mess with his spiked hair. Kissy noises spill from Yu, his lips butterflying over my neck as he clings to me.

"Hello baby," I coo, tilting my head so I can rest my cheek on his hair instead of my chin. "Why are you so whiney?"

Yu nuzzles my neck for a second before going back to peppering kisses into my skin. "Hinata and I were practicing receives and he got excited and spiked the ball. I wasn't expecting it and got a volleyball to the face."

"Oh, my poor baby," I half tease half coddle, a hand jumping up to cling to his hair, peeling Yu off of me.

He whines as I tug him off, greedy lips still trying to dance over my skin. "Come here, mamas. I want to keep tasting you. Your skin is so sweet and feels so soft. I want to keep kissing it. Mamas!" He rambles, trying to tighten his hold on my waist.

I giggle at his sad attempts to keep kissing up on me, continuing to tug on his hair until he's mostly peeled off of me. "You have too much energy," I hum, plopping kisses over his stinging cheek. "Hopefully your match will help burn some of that off."

"I'll always have energy for you, pretty girl," Yu flirts, wiggling his head to press kisses to my arm. "You're going to stay for the whole match, right?"

"Of course," I hum again, letting him go.

Yu instantly clicks into having the zoomies, jumping around as he prances back and forth in front of me. "Oh, oh, oh. Every receive is going to be for you baby. Every single one. I'm going to get so many receives. Blow me a kiss after everyone, alright? Everyone. I'll be looking."

"Okay, Yu," I agree, stifling the giggles the want-to-be Jack Russell is causing. "Let me go say hello to Tanaka," I coo, trying to herd him toward his gloomy friend, jealousy, and lovesickness for the team's manager waving off the spiker.

"Oh, good idea," he chirps, his fingers lacing up with mine before he starts bouncing across the court, dragging me along with him. "Tanaka, Tanaka, Tanaka! My lady wants to say hi. Say hi. Tanaka, hi!"

His friend cheers up a bit, the usual grin back on his face as we get closer. "Nishinoya-Chan," Tanaka teases me, Yu's thumb curling to toy with my promise ring, twirling it on my finger. "I hope you're going to cheer for me as much as you're going to cheer for Noya."

"Of course. After all my Noya can't do his part without badass spikers like you," I compliment, his smile growing wider at the small support I can offer him. "I brought everyone snacks too," I add, shaking Yu's hand out of mine before I start digging through my bag.

Both boys buzz, excited for the snacks I promised. I pull out the big bag full of mini-bags of snacks for all the players. There's a variety of goodie slices - carrots, apples, oranges, and cucumbers - so the boys have options. "No junk food?" Tanaka teases, trying to take a peek at the bag Yu has already snatched from me.

"I don't want to get yelled at by your coach for ruining your diet. Besides, you could lose a few pounds," I poke fun at him, stabbing my finger into his stomach.

"Hey, that's one hundred percent muscle, chica!" Tanaka barks, flexing with his arms next to his head to send his point home. "All lean, no fat."

"Expect that meathead of yours," one of the first years butts in. The tall blonde hovers behind Yu, eyeing the million bags of snacks I packed for the team. "If you ate all those, Noya, you'll be as round as you are short."

"I'm the perfect height, Tsukishima. All I have to do is tilt my head to get a face full of my mama's boobs. Your giraffe self has to bend down," Yu - sort of - brags, picking out a bag of carrots before passing it to Tanaka. He snaps a carrot between his teeth, nodding his head in agreement with himself.

"Whatever," the younger boy mutters under his breath, still eyeing the snacks.

"You can have some," I tell the mean kid, nodding toward Tanaka. "There's fifteen of each so everyone can have one. All the players, both the coaches and your manager." I send a wink toward Yu's friend during the last part, trying to encourage him to take a snack bag to his crush.

Tanaka catches on quickly, plucking a bag of cucumbers and a bag of apples out before handing it over to Mr. Attitude Problem. Yu and I both giggle at the sight of the spiker racing across the gym to offer his Senpai a snack.

"Make sure you share, youngster," Yu lectures his underling, pointing up at the blonde as he yells at him. Once the order is out, he snatches my hand again, fingers strung together to tug me away.

My Jack Russell drags me around, beelining for the door. I'm continually tugged on, out the door and down to the step of the gym. Yu leaves me long enough to close the gym door before he's back by my side. "Mamas," he sighs, stretching out on the slab of concrete, his head in my lap as he lays down.

"Baby?" I hum, toying with his spiky gelled hair. My eyes dance over Yu's beautiful features, enjoying his smooth peachy skin, his sharp amber eyes, the soft smile on his lips despite the carrot he's snacking on, his button nose, his dark raven hair, and the beautiful floppy blonde streak resting against his forehead.

"You're going to throw me off my game if you keep looking at me like that," he chuckles, shifting himself to look up at me better. Yu moves enough that a sunray hits his eyes just right. Instantly the brown pigment explodes into liquid gold, the sun helping his flawless skin glow even more.

I swear my heart stops for a moment, enjoying the pure beauty of my boyfriend, of the pure gold of his eyes. "I can't help but stare," I mutter, letting my fingers dance over his cheek, right under his eye. "Especially when you glow in a way that makes gods jealous."

Blood rushes to Yu's cheeks, painting the skin right under my fingertips. "Mamas!" He yelps, shooting upright. "You can't say stuff like that right before a game," he groans, rubbing his hands over his face, his bag of carrots forgotten in his lap.

"I'm sorry, Yu," I giggle, leaning over to rest my head on his shoulder. "I was just being honest," I add, sliding a drawn-out kiss against his neck.

My lips can feel the shiver sent through his body, an almost muted whimper following the bodily reaction. "I'm going to be so off my game," he whispers, tilting his head away, giving me more access to his skin for me to play with.

"Maybe I should stop then," I murmur against his throat, painting more dragged-out kisses across him.

Yu doesn't answer, his eyes lightly closed, hands balled up against the concrete to help keep himself upright, lips slightly parted to help him pump oxygen in and out of his lungs faster. He has to be an angel sent from the heavens. There's no way a normal person can be as gorgeous and as joyful as he is.

I offer one more kiss, teasing the skin with a bit of gentle sucking before I pull away. "Mamas?" He slurs, flopping his head toward me. Slowly, Yu's eyes open, back to the elegant mocha mixture they are in the shade. "You're such a tease," he half huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as he looks at me. "I swear, Mamas. If I'm a god I must be Dionysus and you must be a glass of wine because there's no greater pleasure than you."

"Now who's the smooth talker?" I mumble, tugging my eyes away from him as my body starts painting my cheeks in heated blood. I don't know why I bother flirting, Yu always beats me at it.

"Me. It's always me," he teases, one of his hands cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. He gently grips my face, turning it back toward himself. "Hey, pretty girl," Yu coos, his eyes melting from the love shining through them.

"Hey, handsome man." His smile grows from the small compliment, eyes somehow melting even more. "What are you thinking about?"

"A lot," he murmurs, leaning closer to start closing the gap between us. "But mostly the glorious dinner I'm going to take you to after my victory and then the wonderful sleepover I'm going to convince Grandpa to let us have."

Yu continues inching forward, his lips ghosting over mine, until the gym door slams open. The libro huffs, his warm breath coating my face before he backs away from me. His usual happy expression is nowhere to be seen, a deep frown on his lips and disappointment darkening his eyes. "Noya-San!" An excited voice cheers behind me.

A smile teases the corners of his mouth, Yu fighting it off for a moment before his sparkling grin is back on his face. "Hey, Hinata," he greets, hand shifting backward so his thumb can rub against my cheek instead of my lips. My shoulders shift down, letting my head fall backward to look at his teammate.

"First, your lady friend is the best," the player starts, focusing on the word 'the'. I can't help but smile at the ginger who's so excited over something as small as snack bags.

"Second, Kenma just texted and said they're fifteen minutes out so Coach Ukai wants us to start our stretches and I quote," Hinata runs his hands through his hair, forcing his pointy ends to shoot backward. "Make sure you tell shorter stack for every receive he misses because of Miss Mamas, I'll be adding an extra five minutes to practice tomorrow," he finishes, his voice humorously lower than his actual tone.

Yu rolls his eyes, a grin stretching further across his face. The ginger's smile widens too, excitement as bright as the sun on his face. "If it makes you feel any better, Noya-San, coach said for every receive Daichi misses because of Michimiya we'll have a dive lap to do after the practice match."

"Wonderful. I guess you'll get to spend the night kissing my dive lap bruises away," Yu laughs, pecking my nose a few times.

"I heard that!" His captain yells, making Yu's chuckles louder.

"I'm in so much trouble," he whispers, adding a bit of pressure to my cheek before he plops a quick kiss on my lips.

"Damn right!"

"You know it!"

Yu cackles again, a line of soft giggles spilling from me as well because of my boyfriend getting yelled at by his coach and captain at the same time. "You are beautiful," he coos, plopping another kiss on my lips before he jumps to his feet.

"And you are dead if you don't get in here and start your stretches!" His coach continues to yell, the dye-blonde clinging to the gym doorframe, anger fuming and steam almost shooting out of his ears. Again, Yu rolls his eyes, offering me his hand to help me to my feet. "Oh, hello kiddo. Thank you for the orange slices, I appreciate it," the coach gushes, his anger thrown out the window at the sight of me.

Coach Ukai is hard on his players, but he's quite the gentleman when it comes to the managers and his players' girlfriends. "Any time coach," I answer, breezing past him.

Yu isn't as lucky, his coach snatching his shirt collar and chewing his ear off as he gets dragged inside. Despite the lecture he's receiving, his eyes never tear away from me and his smile never falls, as love-struck with me as ever.

I stroll over to the stage built into the front of the gym, the other girls already piled onto it. I lift myself onto the stage, settling next to Kiyoko, and letting my legs dangle off the side.

"Hello," Kiyoko's soft greeting comes. "Thank you for the snacks."

"Of course," I hum, my eyes catching on the girl next to Yu's team manager. The blonde-bobbed girl is wrapped up in one of the team's sports coats, heating my curiosity. "It seems that you have a shadow."

"This is Yachi. I am training her to take over as manager after I graduate."

"Hi," Blondie peeps out, poking her head out from around Kiyoko before hiding again.

"Hello," I greet back, silence falling over us after the word spills out. The three of us sit in the quiet, quickly up to the four of us when Michimiya joins. We all watch the boys stretch and warm up; Tanaka, Yu, Daichi, and the green-haired first-year all constantly glancing at us.

Once their stretches are done, three of the four peekers make their way over. Tanaka settles by Kiyoko, trying - and failing - to flirt with her. Daichi situated himself by his girlfriend, greeting and thanking her for coming.

Yu wiggles his way between my thighs, pressing his body weight into my torso, his arms loosely around my hips, and his head buried in my neck. "You didn't tell me you had a new manager," I murmur, twirling his blonde streak between my fingers.

He hums, not catching what I said for a second. "Oh, Yachi? Ya, Kiyoko is training her so she can be next year's manager," he answers, sliding his head closer to my neck. Yu repeatedly presses kisses to the same spot, occasionally returning the teasing sucking I did to him outside. If he keeps it up in the same spot, he's going to leave a bruise but I don't say anything to stop him.

Again, the gym is filled with the rattly disagreement of the door being pushed open. Yu's head snaps up from its place, the both of us looking at the swarm of red and black-clothed high schoolers filtering in.

"That's my cue," he teases, pecking my lips before starting to pull away from me.

"Thank you for having us," the other school booms, the boys standing in a line as they bow.

"Thank you for coming," Yu and his team respond, bowing back. "I have to go now," he chirps, squeezing my thigh before waltzing away from me.

I shake my head at the energetic boy, my eyes trailing after him as he bounces around in front of a boy his height with muted blonde hair. "Mamas!" He shouts after a few minutes, turning toward me and waving like crazy.

"Hey, baby," I call, waving back at him. The boy he's talking to says something I can't pick up on, making Yu's smile waver for a moment. By the time he turns back around, his smile is back to being intact and the spark for a wanted victory has been lit.

"Nishinoya looks... more pumped up than usual," Yachi murmurs, leaning forward a bit so Kiyoko and I can both see her.

The older girl nods her head, her dark hair bouncing with the movement. "Noya is a bit temperamental. Yaku is known for causing scuffs. They feed off each other, especially when she's around," Kiyoko's soft answer comes, a head nod toward me paired with her words.

"Why?" The new manager asks, continually glancing at me.

"Yu is a bit territorial so it's not uncommon for him to get worked up when a fellow libero or other player makes a comment or pass at me."

"That sounds scary."

Both Kiyoko and I giggle at the girl's reaction. "It's not, I promise. It's just some light rivalry trash talk. Yu will be fine and I can almost guarantee whatever Yaku said, he didn't mean it and only said it to get under Yu's skin."

"So... is Noya-San going to be... I don't know, off?"

"Oh dear lord, no," I chuckle, leaning back on my hands as I watch the boy in question hop in place. Even from here, I can almost feel the determination and excitement waving off Yu. "He plays best knowing he has something to prove. Originally it was proving to me he can bring home another win. Now it's proving or disproving whatever Yaku said."

"So... trash-talking is good for Noya-San?"

"And Tanaka, to a degree," Kiyoko butts in, softly nodding her head in agreement. "Healthy rivalry is one of the best motivations." Yachi lets out a hum, thinking over everything Kiyoko and I just told her.

The boys stumble onto the court, Yu situated in the middle of the back row. My boy leans backward, shooting me a smile and a wave before he gets situated again. My beautiful Dionysus of a boyfriend, in his true element of pleasure.

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Yu whimpers as I gently run a cloth over his scrapes. The boy wiggles in my lap, shoving his nose further into my stomach. "Oh, hush," I softly chuckle, slowly moving my focus back to the scrapes littering my libero.

"It hurts," he whines, tightening the arm wrapped around my back, trying to shove himself further against me; it doesn't work very well seeing how there's no more space for him to take from me.

"You're fine," I coo, leaning down to pepper the side of his head with kisses. "If you survived getting the wounds, you'll survive getting them cleaned."

"I know," he huffs, loosening a bit. Yu's head lays flat in my lap again, amber-sparked eyes looking up at me as his arm's dead weight rests against my hip. "Mamas?"

"Baby?"

"You're a goddess among women." My hands stall on Yu's chest, the scrape courtesy of an overzealous dive forgotten under the rag. "What? Yaku got your tongue?" Yu teases, arching up to kiss me.

I meet him halfway and crash my lips against his. After we pull apart, it takes a second for my hands to start working again. This must be how Yu felt when I told him he makes gods jealous. No wonder he was so flustered. "I asked Tsukki who Dionysus's wife is. Her name is Ariadne. She's not a goddess but she is immortal so that's good enough for me. You're the Ariadne to my Dionysus, Mamas."

"You're dumb," I whisper, nibbling on my bottom lip to help hide my smile.

"You're the one that compared me to the gods. You knew it would rub my ego," he answers, a soft chuckle making his chest bounce under my fingertips. "Ariadne to my Dionysus," Yu softly sighs, letting his eyes fall closed.

"Ariadne to your Dionysus," I echo, shaking my head at the spaz ball. My energetic love struck-spaz ball.

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triplesilverstar · 11 months ago

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All's well that ends Well

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Grinding, kissing, pining, vaginal fingering, being wet, awkward first kiss, unsure of feelings

Word count: Roughly 5.4K words

A/N: So this was another one inspired by art... plus Vash is not referred to as Vash at any point in this series so the reader just knows there's something a little off about him. This will be a three-parter and I have no idea of a timeline for it or how big it's going to be. So enjoy more of my ramblings.

You had to laugh behind your hand as Eriks almost tripped on the loose floorboard in the middle of the porch with the hamper filled with wet clothes to be hung outside on the line. After this last year of living with the three of you, you had to admit the two-toned-haired man had made more than enough of an impact in your lives.

Lina had a male figure in her life that she could endlessly tease, Granny had someone to scold and fuss over, and you? Well, you had someone to have the occasional beer with and chase after Lina when she got into trouble. Even if you had been apprehensive when Lina first brought the strange man home, which in retrospect was funny given how you had come to live with Lina and Sheryl. Better known as Granny.

Five years earlier you had been a bandit running around causing chaos, and you’d gotten sick before coming to the town. Left to die by the others in the gang as your forehead burned and you watched the world through a haze, barely able to make out two blurry figures that approached you. Waking up several days later in a bed you didn’t remember falling asleep in and feeling better, though a lingering cough would forever plague you. Saved by Lina’s parents.

A debt you felt you could never repay when they were killed. Sheryl had after a few weeks of grieving over the loss of her children allowed you to stay and help her raise Lina. Or at least try too.

It had been different going from being a gunslinger to a, well you weren’t really sure what to call yourself. Looking after the small crops the family grew, a little bit of Tomas raising, and mainly trying to keep Lina out of trouble.

So the day you came back from the field exhausted and seeing a man wearing some of Lina’s father's old clothes and passed out on the couch in the living room left you reeling.

Hours later rubbing your eyebrows after Lina explained how she had found him and she and Granny had cleaned the man up before he passed out. “How do we know he isn’t a bandit or something?”

“Now dearie.” A light scolding sent your way from across the table you and Granny were still sitting around after chasing Lina to bed. “Not everyone has the best beginnings, we don’t judge them for that. Not in this house.” The tips of your ears burn as you let out a few coughs trying to loosen the tightness in your chest.

“I see your point, Granny.” Dragging the back of your hand across your lips to catch any of the spittle. “Here’s hoping Lina has better sense than usual.” Shifting the hand to trail it through your hair and rubbing at the back of your neck.

“Our girl has a good head on her shoulders.”

That night you’d slept light, the lowest creak of the floorboards, or groaning of the house waking you from your slumber. When you finally stepped from your bedroom the next morning the bags under your eyes took up most of your face, moving on autopilot towards the kitchen. Freezing in the doorway you saw the tall man standing at the counter next to Lina following the young girl’s directions in making breakfast. Granny sitting at the table with a tea in hand and watching with amusement.

“You look like you slept well last night.” If looks could kill Granny would have keeled over as you dropped into one of the chairs at the table. Dragging a hand down your face in your exhausted state.

“Very funny.” Snorting before raising your hand in front of your mouth feeling another cough coming. And once you’re done that little fit the clattering of a mug being placed in front of you reaches your ears. “Thank you, Lina” answering automatically before opening your eyes.

To see the man pulling his hand away from the steaming mug.

“You’re welcome.” A soft smile on his face and his voice makes something deep inside of you melt. Externally however you don’t let anything show, taking a small sip of your usual drink.

Over breakfast, he introduced himself as Eriks and claimed he had no memory of his past before Lina found him. You highly doubted that, but the quick kick to your shin from under the table stopped you from saying anything. You were going to need to buy Lina less pointed boots in the future.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself watching his actions like a hawk, looking for any sign of ill intent toward your found little family. Instead, all you witnessed was a man who seemed almost as out of place as you did except he always seemed to wear a soft worn smile.

One night a little while later sitting there with Granny on the porch in her rocking chair and you on the hanging bench while Lina and Eriks were out in the field. The sound of laughter rang out from around the crops as the pair finished the evening chores with Eriks often stumbling as Lina pulled tricks on the older man. Granny spoke up. “Are you still as worried about him?”

Sighing, you adjust the way you’re sitting so you're leaning forward resting your elbows on your thighs, and watch the man. His hair has grown longer and while you keep getting the sense something isn’t quite right about him you can tell he can be trusted. “No. I guess not. He’s been a big help around here.”

Letting out your own laugh when he trips over a rock landing face first in the dirt and dropping the basket filled with vegetables. “Well, when he’s not being a general nuisance” unaware of the shy smile growing on your face as the tall blond struggles to his feet dusting himself off before rounding up the fallen veggies.

“Hmmm,” Granny just hums, noticing the look on your face. A look she’s seen on Eriks once or twice in the time he’s been here when he’s been watching you as well.

As time passed Sheryl was aware of the subtle shift in your attitude towards Eriks and his towards you. In the mornings when you weren’t up most of the night, your routine had slowly changed, from watching the twin suns rising in the sky by yourself on the porch to having company in the form of the blond. Now having soft conversations over what you needed to do during the day, sitting side by side on the hanging bench with low voices. Both were holding steaming mugs that the vapors curled up and around the two of you.

The older woman also noticed the smallest reaction each of you had to one another as whatever was between the two of you grew. Lingering touches that weren’t needed when passing items to one another, or taking longer than normal while doing the dishes to talk to one another.

When you had a bit of a downturn with your health Sheryl wasn’t surprised at all as Eriks ensured you were wrapped in a blanket and fed you meals in your room. Honestly, the older woman found it all to be rather sweet. But in this moment watching the two of you hanging laundry after you had laughed at him almost falling on his face with the load of wet clothes she knew both of you needed a little push.

Both of you would never act on your own and the old woman could see it as clearly as she saw the pink hue both of you would sport on occasion after your interactions. In fact, sometimes you muttered to the older woman it was because of the sun, not because of a certain long-haired man making you weak in the knees.

And she was going to force the two of you to act and deliver that little push somehow.

“Eriks at this point I’m not sure how you ever manage to get anything done, you’re so clumsy it’s almost funny.” Taking the basket from him to ensure none of the sheets fell to the ground to be covered in dirt and needing to be rewashed.

“Just some bad luck I think.” Laughing along with you and helping you hang the clothes on the line to dry. “I’m not always that clumsy.” Holding one end of a bed sheet while you spread it out across the line and clip it in place.

“Sure, sir. Sure.” Letting your fingers linger over his briefly and feeling the heat from his skin warm your own digits.

“Hey now, I’m really not that unlucky.” Working in tandem it doesn’t take either of you long to get the remaining laundry out on the line before Granny calls out to the two of you.

“Eriks!” Followed by the calling of your own name as you both turn towards the older woman hobbling towards you.

“What’s wrong Granny?”

“The pump seems to be out of water. Could I get the two of you to go into the well and see what might be going on?” Rubbing her hands together with a look of fear clear on her face. “That well is what allows us to live outside of town and look after ourselves. I hate to have to move because we’ve run out of water.” You catch the undercurrent in her words and you know better. Granny has spent her entire life on this little farm, raised her son here, and is now raising her granddaughter here. It’s not just the moving that she’s worried about, it's all the memories locked away in the floorboards of the house. The panels of the wall faded from the sun shining in through the thin windows.

“Of course Granny!” Eriks is quick to answer, nodding as he walks to the porch to return the laundry hamper to the shade provided by it.

“Hopefully it's something silly like the pipe for the pump having shifted out of the way.” Rolling your sleeves up and heading towards the opening of the well near the edge of the field just past where all your crops grew the house while still visible far enough away that you can’t see Granny on the porch and tossing the rope ladder down, pausing as Eriks places his palm over your shoulder.

“Let me go first.” Waving a small flashlight while you chuckle, Eriks tends to be more prepared than you. Or Granny for that manner.

“Are you sure it’s not just so you can watch my butt when it comes down the ladder after you?” Teasing him you see the pink briefly flash across his face.

“Hey now, we both know I’m not that kind of guy.” You might have believed him if not for the clear look of mischief in his eyes just visible behind the sunglasses slipping down his nose.

“Whatever you say Eriks.” Motioning with your hand for him to take the lead and once he started you watched him go waiting for him to call back up to you that it was alright to come down behind him.

Feeling the rough material under your hand woven from the hides of worms, it is a show of just how adaptable humanity has become in this new world. You never grew up with the benefit of a plant, your parents had been marauders and you had followed in their footsteps At least until you saw more of the light and you were glad Granny and her family didn’t have a plant either. It just seemed more at home to you living on the edge of a town and making your own way, it just felt right even if it wasn’t an easy life.

In no time at all you see the bottom of the well, or at least the rock-strewn floor that brought you into the area of the well. Eriks stood to the side waving his flashlight around the open area and you feel your face warm wondering if he had been checking out your ass on your way down.

It’s a little concerning as the soles of your feet land and you don’t hear even the softest splash. Following the beam of light with your own eyes as Eriks looks around the cavern that you know was dug out by Granny Sheryl’s own parents. “Do you know if water is supposed to be here?”

It’s a good question and in the shifting light, you see a brief gleam of metal pointing at it. “Oh, maybe that’s it!” Eriks just chuckles and your blush deepens since he wouldn’t have seen where you were pointing.

“Where?” “There”

“Here?”

“No. Just” you don’t take the flashlight from him instead you grab his larger hand holding the light and guide it before settling on the metal you had seen. Sure enough part of a pipe is visible along the edge of the wall.

“Ah, guess we go that way.” Except neither of you move, both of your gazes settling on your hand resting atop his now. The tips of your ears are burning as you pull it away and mutter a quick apology before Eriks leads the way.

As you both walk you realize the pipe seems to be leading back towards the house and parts of it seem to be going deeper underground. “I wonder if there used to be more people living here after the crash.” You whisper missing the flinch of Eriks' shoulders at your pondering.

“There might have been, water would have been important in the early days for those that survived.” Taking a turn you hear the sound of dripping, walking a little more along you can see where it looks like part of the cave wall has cracked.

“Maybe the wall coming down blocked part of the intake valve?” In the dim light of the flashlight, you turn to Eriks to see him nodding with your question.

“It’s possible. Let's see if we can find it.” Using your ears it doesn’t take the two of you long to find where part of the pump is sitting just under the water and surrounded by a small landslide of stones. Stepping into the pool is out of the question but you find the rocks rather easy to move, and with Eriks placing the flashlight on the floor at an angle both of you make quick work moving the debris from the pump.

Once part of it is visible beneath the water you watch as Eriks leans over more giving it a light tug and pulling it away revealing part of what you think might have been rubber that had been closed up. A few smacks and you let out a noise of appreciation as the pumps seem to whirl back to life and the rubber plumps up as it pulls the water along no doubt refilling the tanks you know are inside the house.

“Well, that didn’t seem too bad.” Standing back up again and listening to the sound of Eriks' footsteps heading towards the flashlight. Briefly blinded as he picks it up once more as you make the mistake of looking at the object. Blinking quickly and hearing his deep chuckle before you feel his hand grip one of your smaller ones and place it inside the crook of his elbow.

“I think this might be best until we can get somewhere a little brighter” leading you back down the path the two of you had followed. This close you can hear the sound of his breathing and what you think is the beating of his heart unsure why it would be racing.

“Thank you, Eriks. I guess that was a little silly of me to be looking into the light.” As the two of you walk in companionable silence and your vision slowly comes back you release his arm even if your fingers feel a little colder without his lean bulk under them. “I wonder what caused those little rockslides.”

A small noise as if thinking from the man before he speaks. “It could have been from a worm traveling nearby. Or maybe the water that fills the aquifer has been running in through a new path!” The sound of crunching then cracking reaches both of you before one moment you’re looking at the Eriks and the next a hole in the ground.

“Eriks!” Darting forward as the blond disappears through the crack in the cave floor “Eriks answer me! Are you alright!” As silence rings out you bite your lip, at least before swallowing and jumping down after him, it might have only been a five-foot fall and you hear the sound of water splashing up around your feet. “Eriks!” Cupping the sides of your mouth as the panic starts to settle into your bones. Where is he?!

A groan reaches your ears and the sound of sloshing water a thin beam of light illuminating the cavern, water is reaching to the ankle of your boots and not far from you is Eriks lying on his back. Unsure how he got so far from the hole you had just jumped through. “Eriks!”

Splashing through the water and rushing to his side as you drop to your knees beside him. Mouth suddenly dry as you take in his appearance.

Eriks shirt.

Is soaked.

The white rough fabric clings to his body like a second skin and the water has made it entirely translucent. Eriks has gone out of his way since his arrival to make sure you’ve never seen any part of him besides his hand and face even though you were aware of Granny helping to clean him that first day while you had been out and about working the field.

Now you understand why.

His upper chest is a mismatch of scars and metal bolts, some of those scars running deep through the muscles along his shoulder and pectoral muscles that you can see with the way he’s lying in the water. Other scars are smaller but you don’t miss the lines of the stitches that had been used to help his skin knit back together. Or the way the light is reflecting upwards through the water is setting a swirling pattern along his body and highlighting the stubble lining his chin.

“I’m alright.” Slowly sitting up and the water is pouring down his chest in rivets and any thoughts in your brain frizzled out. With the way his shirt is wrapped around his body, you can see the shifting of his abdomen and your mind is still spinning. Eriks is watching you in the dim light and the smile on his face is slowly falling away, seeing your blank stare, it didn't take long for him to figure out where you were looking. “I’m sorry you have to see this, I know I’m not much to look at.”

The sound of despair lacing his voice makes your head snap upwards to stare into his eyes, seeing the fear swimming in his eyes behind those orange shades. Sighing as you reach up to remove them to look directly into his eyes. Seeing him blink rapidly as you pull them away. “Your eyes always look so sad, like you're carrying the weight of the world. I hate that you feel like you need to hide them behind those orange shades, they're so expressive. And such a pretty shade of blue." Folding his glasses together and reaching up to cup the side of his face the stubble prickling your palm. “I’d argue the body is very nice to look at. But I prefer the mind and heart inside of it.”

The briefest chuckle from him. “Flattery doesn’t always get you anywhere.” While you had been so concerned with checking him over you hadn’t noticed just how close the two of you were, at least until you see his eyes flick down and following that line, you see there is barely an inch between either of your faces.

“It isn’t flattery if it’s the truth.” Your voice is meek even to your own ears, almost like the tension between the two of you has come to a head. Both of you frozen for a moment, Eriks resting on his extended arms in the water and your chest hovering close enough that a deep breath would remove the space and a single hand on his face. His skin is warm and as you stare into his vivid eyes part of you whispers to be brave.

Listening to that little voice you slam your eyes shut and close the distance, pressing your wind-split lips to his sun-chapped ones in the briefest pretense of a kiss before another voice is screaming at you to stop. Pulling back just as quickly. “I, I shouldn’t have done that.” You aren’t blind, or nearly as blind as Granny might think. You know there’s something between you and Eriks, but you also know nothing can come of it. You’re the only two near the same age, the attraction you feel is because of the close living proximity. Someone as kind and wholesome as Eriks can’t feel anything but friendship towards someone like you with your checkered past. Looking down with your eyes closed so you aren’t staring at his drenched body like it’s a feast.

“I’m glad you did.” His voice is low and it makes you do a double take to look at him once more. “At least now I know it isn’t one-sided.” It’s him that moves this time closing the distance and engaging you in a searing kiss that you feel from your head down to your toes. The sound of sloshing echoes around the room and you understand why as one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek before pulling back. “Or maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”

“How could you say something like that?” Blurts out of your mouth before you can even think about your reaction to his words. “You shouldn’t feel anything for someone like me. I’m not a good person Eriks. Not like you.” It doesn’t make much of a difference as you close your eyes in the dim lighting but you don’t want to see the pity reflected in those orbs as dampness starts to form on your lashes.

A few fat drops slide down your face before you feel his hand on the side of your face once more pulling you closer to him, the brush of his dry lips to your forehead as your name tumbles from the cracked skin like a prayer. “You have no idea how wrong you are. It’s me that isn’t a good person.”

You can’t bear the dejection in his voice, opening your eyes to see his self-loathing floating there clear in the low light and it breaks your heart. Instead of speaking right away, you find both of your hands rising to grip his cheeks tenderly “Then maybe we should work on showing the other what they see because you’re wonderful Eriks.” The tears are still falling down your face as you press your lips to his and this time you don’t pull away, lips working in tandem as you both seem to pour your desperation and longing into the kiss. Hands moving as your bodies shift, Eriks sitting up straighter in the water and pulling you into his lap chests tight together as his hands grope at your ass, his tongue slipping from the confines of his mouth to lap at your dry lips.

A low whine in your throat as you open your mouth and let your tongue race past your lips to brush his. It’s sloppy and messy as the drool lacing both of your mouth swaps and drips down your chin but you couldn’t care less, desperate to keep tasting the sweetness of his sorrow as you take comfort in one another. Your hips shifting so you’re seated better in his lap, straddling him with your hips rolling against his and your hands in his hair now. Nails dragging against his scalp as he chases your mouth wanting that same burning connection as you. The slow roll of your hips has your core rubbing against his tented pants his growing hardness making you pant and Eriks lifts you away, his chest heaving as much as yours.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Whispered against the point of your chin as Eriks starts to blaze a trail with his lips along your skin and to your neck. Lapping at the soft skin and placing gentle kisses along the curve of your throat. “Or the things I want to do to you.” A small noise catches inside of you at the low growl that seems to reverberate along your skin and you find your hips trying to grind against his tight pants wanting the friction you know it can provide while your cunt throbs.

“Eriks.” A fistful of his hair in one hand while you try and pull him away from your neck wanting to reconnect to his lips while his cock twitches in his pants, your voice desperate as you let all of your pent-up attraction for the handsome man that you had been bottling up out.

“Easy, sweetness. I’ll help you.” One of his hands gives your butt another squeeze before those long digits drag along the meat of your leg and across your thigh and over your covered core. Kissing at your pulse and those dexterous fingers work the band of your pants loose and slip down all while his other hand keeps you in place so you're rubbing against his clothed dick just the way he wants you. The more he seems to work your body the more lost in your senses you become, your fingers growing lax in his hair and on his shoulder, no longer leaving bruises you weren’t aware of.

All thought leaves you as the rough pad of his fingers starts to rub at your clit through your underwear while his cock twitches against the fabric of his pants like mad and you’re a mewling, desperate mess trying to grind harder down onto his length your body moving on its own whims trying to chase that high. “You’re so wet like you’ve thought about me before. Tell me, sweetness, have you used your fingers to get yourself off before pretending they were mine?”

You vaguely hear his words and whine before moaning a “yes” in his ear, not sure what he’s asking you but he seems happy with the answer as he presses harder against your clit. Two wide fingers work in tandem to brush the bundle of swollen nerves, while Eriks looks up at you feeling his sex pulse within the confines of his pants. He knows you have, he could hear the squelching of your sex as your fingers plunged into your body and the lowest whimper of his name. Before today and that brief kiss you initiated he knew you were attracted to him, perhaps almost as much as he was attracted to you but he never intended to do anything with the information. Not even touching himself to your sweet sounds through the shared wall of your rooms, but now? Right now he wanted to watch you come from his fingers on your core, he wanted to see you as your face loosened in ecstasy and your muscles relaxed to let so much of that tension you held in free. All for him. Because of him.

“Almost there, sweetness.” Adding the pressure his fingers have against your clit and letting your weight rest on his crotch again, enjoying the feeling as your hips start to roll faster, more whines and pants from your slightly parted lips. A brief chuckle as he realizes you're already lost in the bliss he’s bringing your body as you respond to more primal impulses chasing that building release. Without removing either hand from your body he shifts you again, so his lips are on yours as his fingers work to pull that invisible thread tighter and tighter. His tongue roams around your mouth as he maps the wet cavern, the wet muscle moving in time with his fingers.

Your hips are jerking against his now, growing more and more desperate as he pulls his lips away. Watching the thin clear lines connecting you spread and break hitting your lips, twisting his hand in your pants, and giving your clit a pinch. A wordless scream as you come for him, and Eriks enjoys watching your face grow lax as your back arches first before slumping against his form. “Such a good girl.” Kissing your temple as he rubs at your clit for a few more seconds to drag out your release while you shudder in his grasp.

Fingers pulled from your pants and raised to his lips, humming as he tastes you on the digits and feels his member throb. He knows what it wants and he’s going to deny it, far more interested in your pleasure than his own. Hand clean of your juices he switches to rubbing your sides, waiting for you to come back to yourself. The seed of doubt in his mind how you would react to seeing his more unique features if the two of you keep going and exploring these budding feelings for each other.

A gentle moan as you open your eyes, blinking slowly as you see the nearly translucent shirt under your cheek. “Feeling alright?” Eyes roaming upwards to see Eriks looking down at you with a tender smile in place, his hands smoothing down your sides.

“Um. Yea.” Feeling a flush rushing up your cheeks as you take in the way you’re draped against his form. Well, and the firmness you can feel between your legs. “That. That was amazing.” Brushing some of your hair from your face as you bite your lip. “Can I. Can I return the favor?” You aren’t sure where this shyness you felt came from seeing as he just made you come the hardest you have in your entire life and he did it with his fingers and grinding.

“No. We need to get out of here.” Something on your face must show your dejection as he kisses the space between your brow. “You’re shivering sweetness, we need to get you out of the water and into some dry clothes.” Blinking you remember what happened and feel the cold wetness that seeped into your pants and up your legs, just how lost in your senses had you been to miss that?

“Right. Sorry!” Scrambling to crawl out of his lap while standing and feeling the shame starting to flood your system. You just came on top of him and he didn’t get anything out of the encounter, you’re still just a selfish ex-bandit.

The sound of water and drenched fabric reaches your ears as Eriks stands, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it to kiss your knuckles. “It’s alright sweetness.” His blue eyes are soft and gentle as he stares at you before letting go of your hand and scooping the forgotten flashlight up from the water. “Next time we can keep going and I’ll truly show you how I feel.”

Granny for her part wasn’t worried, sitting on the deck with her knitting between her fingers and watching the entrance to the well. The sound of the pump had started up some time ago, which meant you and Eriks were taking your time coming back.

“Granny?” Lina asked stepping out into the heat outside of the house. A hum answered her question. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?”

“Oh, I’m certain they’ll be out when they’re ready Lina. Don’t you worry about that, now get back to your chores while I wait for them.” The glint of sunlight on her glasses hid her eyes, otherwise Lina might have seen the mischief there. After all, Sheryl didn’t need her granddaughter to see the two of you coming out looking like you had sex since you both needed a push to act on the feelings she saw brewing between you.

At least she was hoping that was what was delaying the two of you and that you hadn’t gotten lost down in the mess of tunnels.

Well I hope you enjoyed this, no idea when I'll update the next chapter, but I'll link it when I do.

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Snowflake

Little Lukanette fic! Inspired by the ‘snow’ from @lukacouffaineappreciation 7daysofLuka for Christmas!!! 🎅 I had a lot of fun writing this :)

Marinette is feeling stress from her everyday life of being ladybug, and with the stress of the holidays coming up she seeks out some comfort from a certain blue haired boy

Bittersweet Luka x Mari ~ post breakup

Why had she agreed to do it? She had enough to deal with right now. As if being Ladybug and secretly saving the city every other night wasn’t enough, she’d promised to bake Christmas macarons for her schools bake sale. Then she had promised Alya she would take her little sisters so see Santa tomorrow so she could see the last movie showing with Nino. On top of all of that she’d now promised Rose she would design and make an elaborate, angelic dress for the upcoming winter dance. It was a lot.

She was an overly helpful person, she’d always been this way. Saying yes was just a second nature for her, and she wasn’t very good at disappointing people. Her plate was always full, then once she’d eaten away at some of the responsibilities and the plate seemed a little easier to eat, it just kept overflowing.

Christmas was only seven days away and in typical Marinette fashion she hadn’t got a single present for anyone, well other then Adrien but she had his next 30 christmases sorted. They were just friends now, good friends too, Marinette never thought her feelings for Adrien could be platonic but here she was. Maybe she could regift some of the old Adrien gifts? After all she had still to buy a gift for her parents, a gift for Alya, as well as the secret Santa she was doing with her friends! Master Fu! Tikki!?

Marinette sank down on the stone cold bench by the river, shivering a bit as she did so. Paris seemed colder this winter than it had been any other. The cold air was thick, and glittery with frost, even with all the layers of clothing Marinette had on it was still freezing. Her thoughts outweighed the cold though, she was too busy worrying about everything to notice how red her nose and cheeks had become. Her eyes were too busy swirling with anxiety she hadn’t noticed the light frost falling on her eyelashes. Her mind wondered to him, and how much regret she had for the way things ended between them. She missed Luka, and with all her heart she still loved him, but she couldn’t bear the extra responsibility of loving him, it was too dangerous for them both. She was so deep in thought she hadn’t even noticed when someone sat down on the bench next to her.

“Hello Marinette.”

His voice took her by surprise, she jumped back startled, which caused him to cover his mouth, stifling a giggle.

“Luka! Sorry I didn’t even notice you. I was just ….”

“Overthinking?” Luka said smiling, shuffling a little closer to Marinette.

“Was it that obvious?” Marinette looked down, trying to hide her eyes, knowing full well Luka could read them like a book

“Your Marinette, you’re always worrying. You can talk to me about it you know.”

Marinette looked away, she always told Luka her problems, it seemed like a regular thing now to the point she was starting to feel guilty. Every time she went on crazy and rambling Luka just sat there, supportively listening and taking in her each and every word.

“Don’t feel bad about it, you’re my friend Marinette, one of my most dear friends. I’ll always listen to you.”

Marinette signed, knowing Luka genuinely wanted to hear her worries, “ I’m just getting so tired of it all Luka. Every second of my time is accounted for, and I can’t catch a break. There’s things that I have to do and things I’ve promised to do, and they’re all combining into one giant time consuming lump and I feel breathless. I think sitting on this bench is the first moment I’ve had to myself for weeks.”

“You’re a busy girl Marinette, you always seem to be rushing off to do something…important.” Marinette sunk down the bench, feeling guilty remembering all the times she’d made excuses during the dates she and Luka had been on, all of times she had to transform to ladybug and abandon her friends on liberty. After all she was the reason they’d broken up, and had make Luka so sad. “You have to take time for yourself, the holidays are stressful enough time for anyone. You’re an amazing girl Marinette, and you shouldn’t overwork yourself. You need to find the right balance, you can’t press every piano key down at once, it’s impossible, you’ve got to select what notes to play at the right time, and don’t play too fast or your fingers will ache.”

She giggled at his musical euphemism “Thank you Luka. You always cheer me up.”

“Anytime Marinette, I’ll always be here for you, even if it’s just as friends.”

Marinette paused, wondering if she should say what she wanted too, “I…I‘m still really sorry about that Luka, how things ended up. I didn’t want things to be that way, I don’t even think I wanted things to end at all. It was just all too much.”

She looked at his eyes, they were showing nothing but calmness and compassion for her. Luka was good at reading people but he was even better at hiding his own emotions. Marinette knew how much pain Luka hid, and she knew that pain was inflicted by herself. Luka put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, resting it on top of her pink, knitted scarf.

“I understand Marinette, and it’s okay.”

“No Luka it’s not okay! I didn’t want -!” Her voice trailed off and she could feel cold tears prickling in her eyes, the icy wind making it harder for the tears to stay dormant. Her hands instinctively covered her face, and she turned away in embarrassment.

“Marinette you don’t have to hide yourself, you’re beautiful even when you cry.” Luka whispered, slinking his fingers between hers and pulling them from her face before pulling her into a hug. “I’m here for you always, and I’ll put your feelings before my own because I know you need it. You’ve made it perfectly clear that I can’t know the truth, and as much as I want to know I respect that you can’t tell me. The little things that pile up on top though, they’re okay to tell me aren’t they?”

Marinette sniffled, throwing her arms around Luka returning the hug, “I’m always using you for advice and I can give you nothing in return.”

“But you do give me something Marinette, you give me your smile.” Marinette’s blueberry eyes met Luka’s, she had to admit his sweet words did bring a smile to her face, she didn’t consider it payment for all he did for her, but she still couldn’t stop her lips from spreading at his words. “It’s getting cold out, do you want me to walk you home?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, it’s not a far walk, but I think my dad said he can pick me up in his tour bus”

Marinette nodded and stood from the bench, and Luka followed suit. The glazed over path made Marinette stumble back, she was about to fall to the floor when a warm pair of arms grabbed her from behind, and set her back to her feet. “Thank you Luka, I didn’t realise how slippery it had gotten.”

“No problem Marinette, it’s just a shame it’s only icy and there’s been no snow.”

“Yeah I agree. Even though it’s the coldest winter we’ve had for years there’s still been no snow, Christmas doesn’t feel right without it.”

“Yeah, even when it does snow it doesn’t last long.”

“It’s honestly so pretty when it snows, I love how beautiful the city looks in snowfall I wish it would last forever.”

“That’s a nice wish Marinette, I don’t think it can snow forever but if I could wish for anything this Christmas I’d hope for some snow this winter for you, if it would make you happy.”

“That’s really sweet Luka.” She smiled at him.

“Actually I think I’m being a little selfish with it too…” Marinette cocked her head confused by what he meant. How could Luka ever be selfish? “I’m wishing for snow to see you smile, but mostly I think I’d like to see how radiant you look as the snowflakes float down behind you.”

Marinette just laughed, Luka always seeming so perfect. The two walked slowly through the slippy streets, looking at the twinkling decorations that lit up Paris. After a couple of more close falls from Marinette slipping, Luka took her hand firmly, arching his own arm as a support beam. Marinette blushed but said nothing, stealing glances at Luka when he wasn’t looking.

He looked so handsome in the crisp night, his soft, fluffy hair looked like a galaxy against the night. His eyes so brilliant blue, so full of the Christmas wonder. She hated being a superhero sometimes, she just wanted to be a normal girl who could have a normal boyfriend and do normal couple things.

“You’re overthinking again Mari.” Luka smirked, side eyeing her

“Sorry aha, I was kinda just trailing off from the world again.”

“Talk to me.”

“I just wish I was normal..”

“You’re not normal though, and that’s what’s so special about you. You have a tune that no one else can play. Everything about you is extraordinary. You’re like a beautiful, winter snowflake, each snowflake that falls is different yet every one is individually beautiful , and the more layers that form the more stunning you become.”

“You always know what to say Luka.” Marinettes cheeked turned crimson, now matching with her frozen cheeks and Rudolph nose. “Do…do you really think I’m as beautiful as a snowflake?”

Luka’s eyes darted up to the blackening sky and he smiled softly, turning his gaze to meet Marinette’s. “As beautiful as the ones falling from the sky.”

“What do-“ she started, before Luka span her round to see the first snow fall. Majestic white droplets dancing down to the ground, swirling around the landscape of the city, each droplet of snow that fell complimented the dazzling lights that decorated Paris.

“Looks like you got your wish.” Luka said smiling

“It’s so beautiful!” Marinette exclaimed running out towards the snow covered grass in the park, twirling about in the snow fall. Snow fell on her bluebell hair, and covered her shoulders.

“I got my wish too.” Marinette turned to look at him. He was stood watching her intently with such a loving gaze in his eyes, just pure adoration. Watching her excitement prancing about the snowy night, it was the highlight of his whole year.

“Merry Christmas Luka.” Marinette said pulling him into a snow covered hug.

Luka pulled her in deeper, planting a light kiss of her forehead. “Merry Christmas, Marinette.”

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