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wonuwrites · 6 months ago

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ot13’s reaction to “would you love me if I was a worm?” 🪱

Tbh idk what this is either but i got inspired after eating a cheesy gordita crunch and watched a bird look for food a few days ago so here ya go LMFAOOO

Warning: nothing really. blame taco bell.

also randomly putting songs on that came on for the people in case yall wanted new music to listen to <3

🪱 S. Coups: (Song Note: this song is so Seungcheol coded and I can't even tell you why lmaoooo)

"A worm?" "A worm," you said before taking a sip of your beverage. One of your favorite past times was asking Seungcheol stupid questions you'd see on tiktok and see his reaction. He always entertained them and you were thankful because both of you knew the answers meant NOTHING and that your relationship was solid. Or so you thought. "Well, if you were a worm I guess I would be a bird." "Excuse me!?" "Yeah, I'd be a bird." "Baby, birds eat worms though..." "Yeah and? Don't I do that every night anyway?" He asked while raising a cheeky eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink. You couldn't help but blush at his crude joke and hit his chest softly which caused him to laugh before pulling you close.

🪱 Jeonghan: (Song Note: im feeling nostalgic today~~ lmfaooooo)

To say you caught Jeonghan off guard is an understatement. You would be in the car with him listening to the radio in a comfortable silence when you just sprung the question on him. He half tempted to pull over and give you a genuine "what the fuck" face but instead he just scoffed and started to laugh. "Where did this question come from, (Y/N)?" He would question you. "Just answer, baby. Would you, Yoon Jeonghan, love me if I was a worm?" The use of his full name made him laugh before he just rubbed your thigh and glanced over at you. "Baby, I love you even when you act like a clown. I would love you no matter what."

🪱 Joshua: (Song Note: I got nothing but like yeehaw lmfaoooo. sorry Shua.)

Sometimes, Jisoo and you would give each other "silent treatments" when you were both play fighting and today, it was Jisoo's time to give you the treatment. Why? Well, you ate some leftovers he was thinking about for the last two hours and it killed his pride lolol. While he wasn't mad because truth be told, he was happy you remembered to eat, but still you should've known he was thinking about it because y'all were 'soulmates' or whatever. You rolled your eyes when you realized he was giving you the silent treatment as he started to make Ramen. You started to just playfully annoy him while wrapping your arms around him and just doing the yapping for both of you. He was close to cracking once you started but he finally lost it when you asked him "would you love me if I was a worm." When he didn't say yes right away, you then gave him the "silent treatment" and then it would be his turn to try to annoy you into talking to him.

🪱 Jun: (Song Note: ooo should I do a "sour" version of this? Someone tell me yes pls)

You honestly caught Jun off guard when you asked him. He would just stare at you confused before slowly nodding at you. When you laughed at his reaction it would make him even more confused. You would drop it shortly after you asked but he would think about it for awhile. Shoot, he might text some of the members for advice because well, you really stumped him hahaha. Before you both went to bed, he would roll over and whisper, "So... would you love me if I was a worm?" You would just roll your eyes before kissing him and telling him of course you would.

🪱 Hoshi: (Song Note: Stan BamBam for clear skin. This shoulda been the title imo.)

Soonyoung and you had a really goofy love life for the most part. Sure, you both had your "serious" moments but there was no questioning that you both knew how to be unserious. Today was one of those days. You both were laying on the couch together watching Spongebob. Soonyoung was mindlessly playing with your hair before you decided to hit him with such an important question for him. "Soonyoung?" "hmmm?" "Would you love me if I was a worm?" His hand would stop massaging your head for a minute while he thought about it. You fake gawked at him because he didn't answer as quick as you thought he should. Before you could scold him he would give you a smirk before wrapping his arms around you tight, "why be a worm when you can be a tigress, (y/n)? Let's be tigers forever and ever and ever." You would groan at the 'tiger agenda' but would laugh as he started kissing you all over your face.

🪱 Wonwoo: (Song Note: literally one of the most underrated songs to EVER exist.)

Wonwoo thought he would be safe from this question when it came to you. You see he had already been hit with this question from several members of the maknae line. *cough cough* Mingyu, Hansol, Seokmin, and Chan. *cough cough* so when y'all where getting ready for bed and you asked him he couldn't help but laugh which would make you so confused. He would just smile at you and find you so precious, "of course I would love you if you were a worm you lil cutie." He would give you a soft kiss before pulling you into his chest while you smiled stupidly and contently at his answer.

🪱 Woozi: (Song Note/Rant: If you are still sleeping on Ian you need to reevaluate your life because OMG.)

To be completely honest, I can see Jihoon just giving you a blank stare because his brain just went ???? he didn't know the trend and the question would break his brain. He didn't know what to say so he would just go "uhh sure?" You would fake sulk at his answer and he probably would text one of the younger members to ask for help. I can see Hansol being like "the answer is always yes!!! omg." LOL

🪱 DK: (Song Note: why do I want Seokmin to sing this to me to help me sleep at night? omg)

You would be sitting next to Seokmin on a park bench watching birds just be birds. You were both waiting for Soonyoung and his partner to meet you for a double date and were currently in a comfortable silence. That was until you asked him, "Seokminnie, would you still love me if I was a worm?" As you asked that, a bird had grabbed a worm from the ground and flew away. You both were flabbergasted at the timing and just broke down laughing together. Once you both calmed down he reminded you he'd always love you no matter the life time but for the rest of the day he would lovingly call you "bird food" as if it were a pet name which left Soonyoung and his partner hella confused lmaoooo.

🪱 Mingyu: (Song Note: Nelly will always be that girly for me <3)

One of MIngyu favorite errands to run with you was going grocery shopping. Just spending time with you while planning meals to eat with each other or grabbing snacks with his favorite snack just fueled him with so much happiness. You loved it too because when you were with him, you could turn your brain off and just be yourself. That's why Mingyu wasn't too surprised when you looked at gummy worms and deadpanned asked him, "Baby, if I was a worm would you still love me?" You couldn't see the loving smile he had on his face before he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Of course, baby. You would be the prettiest and nicest worm to exist."

🪱 Minghao: (Song Note: ngl this might be a future song reaction thingy for my ot13 series I do.)

When you asked Minghao if he would "still love you if you were a worm" he would giggle at your question because duh. He's in this for life baby. He would tell you he would find the BESTEST dirt for you live in and would fight any birds that would try to eat you. It would honestly be just a giggle fest between the both of you.

🪱 Seungkwan: (Song Note: CLC deserved better.)

Seungkwan and you were staying in for the night and were both just hanging out while mindlessly scrolling on your phones. You then crossed a meme that reminded you of the "would you still love me if I was a worm" question. You decided now was the perfect time to make your lovable stud muffin to answer your question. Once you asked him he gave you a stank judgemental side eye before *respectfully* ignoring you. You kept scooting closer and asking him before he couldn't help but laugh and just saying "yes."

🪱 Vernon: (Song Note: When the remix is better than the original... Red Velvet wins always.)

To be real, Hansol was READY for this question. He had seen it on his fyp and knew it was only a matter of time before you would waddle over and ask him if you would still love him if you were a worm. He would be doing whatever Hansol does and just say "yes, I would love you if you were a worm." and also "yes I promise." He would find it very funny when you were pleased by his answer.

🪱 Dino: (Song Note: this song has no business being as much of a bop as it is.)

Chan could go two different ways lmao. He would either laugh at the question before saying "of course I would, but would you love ME?" Or, he would overthink it. Were you an Earthworm? A gummy worm? A pinworm that would be a pain in the ass? He just had to know. Soon you both would be ranking worms and would forget about the question hahaha.

btw just wanted yall to know how committed to writing Chan's part I was:

I forgot what they were called LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyways, which one was your favorite? Mine personally was Seokmin's. I feel like I've been writing so many sad things for him lately so it's been nice to write something super cute like that. <3

Hope yall enjoyed <3 if yall were worms, I would love you all :)

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lover-222 · 1 year ago

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Love Story (Pablo Gavi)

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"so how did you two meet, people are obsessing over you guys and are considered the hottest couple of 2023" the interviewer asked the young couple.

"it's actually a funny story" y/n smiled at looked at gavi who was seating next to her.

y/n gonzalez, sounds familiar doesn't it?

"c'mon let's go, it would do you good sister. you guys broke up 3 weeks ago and you have to go out and have fun" pedri told his young sister.

"no pedri, me siento fatal no quiero ir déjame en paz. porque quieres que vaya a tu entrenamiento? si nada mas vas a correr y a patear una pelota por una hora?" she said annoyed then covered her body with a blanket.

(i feel horrible i don't want to go leave me alone. why do you want me to go see you train? if all you do is run and chase after a ball for an hour?)

he laid on her bed and played with her hair, "maybe because after we can go eat ice cream and do whatever you want hermanita?"

y/n looked at her brother and gave him a weak smile, "okay fine fine just let me get ready".

pedri always felt protective over his little sister, perhaps even more than their older brother fernando. y/n didn't mind it, just for the reason that he wasn't overboard protective over her.

it also came with advantages, pedri was an amazing brother. when they were younger he would play with her and even attended many tea parties. when fernando would pick on her pedri was always there to tell him off.

once they arrived at camp nou she sat in the nearest seats closest to field. pedri had left to get changed and do whatever he had to do. she sat down and scrolled through her instagram and scrolled on tiktok for a bit. after awhile she noticed all the barcelona players going to the field and carrying out equipment to start their training.

well at least i got out to see some eye candy, she whispered to herself.

they were all attractive boys but one particular spanish boy caught her eye. he was breathtaking, his brown hair was perfectly cut. his jawline was prominent, it looked like he was sculpted by the gods.

as they trained, y/n would glance at the boy; earning a couple of glances back to her. although she would quickly look away. by the end of training, the boy was flushed red and his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. y/n didn't care, to her he still looked amazing.

pedri came to where she sat at, "got enough eye candy for today?" he joked.

"cállate pedro, i was not" she rolled her eyes.

he left to change and meanwhile she waited, someone else came to greet her.

"hi you must be pedri's sister y/n right?" he said.

it was him, the pretty boy she had been seeing all afternoon.

"yes hi, you were pretty good out there, what's your name?" she smiled trying to act fine while inside she was freaking out.

"thank you, i'm pablo gavira but you can call me gavi" he said then smiled, she melted.

"looks like you guys met already so i won't introduce you two anymore" pedri chimmed in and chuckled.

the siblings left and proceeded to get ice cream at the local ice cream shop.

"cookies and cream?" he asked her while she nodded, pedri always knew what she liked.

"gracias hermano" she smiled.

they went for a small walk which then lead them to a park. there was not many people at the park, there was an old married couple, a man and his small daughter walking their dog, and a young couple laying on the grass. y/n and pedri laid on the grass and ate their ice cream.

y/n sighed as she looked at the young couple who were laughing. pedri looked at their direction, "you were to good for him, you deserve better. he was an awful boyfriend, you deserved to be loved" he said.

she nodded while tearing up, "i just can't believe he was cheating on me the whole time we were dating, i should've caught on to it".

he wiped her tears with his thumb, "it's not your fault, it's his; he lost an amazing girl".

she smiled and kept eating her ice cream, pedri was smirking.

"what? what are you going to do?" she asked him, she knew that smirk he was up to something.

"i think i can set you up with one of my teammates" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"no pedri no, not with the pretty boy" she said.

"oh so you think he's pretty? if we are thinking about the same one, then it's gavi" he chuckled.

"i mean yes he's pretty but it's too early to start another relationship" she worried.

"he told me to give you his number and instagram, besides you guys can take it slow" he added.

later that night, y/n scrolled through gavi's instagram. it was filled with pictures of his team, and awards he's won. she scrolled to the bottom of his page, and while scrolling too fast, she accidentally liked one of his picture. funny enough it was a baby picture of him and his sister. she wanted to throw her phone at the wall and hide in their room forever. y/n got distracted by a text and groaned.

unknown number: i guess pedri gave you my instagram and you were stalking me??

y/n: he did and i wasn't stalking you. i was just scrolling and my finger slipped.

gavi: right if that's what you want to go for. i think it's cute either ways.

quite frankly she was kicking her feet and twirling her hair while texting him. although she felt a sense of guilt, was it too early to move on? or was it the perfect time to finally try something new and be happy.

gavi: would you like to go on a date with me? i'm really interested in you y/n.

y/n: yeah that would be fun :)

the day finally came and she was excited to say the least. she got dressed and headed downstairs. the couple went to a local restaurant and clicked. time went by so quickly, she felt at ease with him. y/n felt like she had nothing to worry about and her anxiety was gone when she was with gavi, she also felt extremely comfortable.

6 months later...

"i told you guys, you'd end up together" pedri smirked.

she laughed, "gracias cupido", she smiled and looked at gavi who was next to her. y/n attended a barça dinner, i mean her brother was technically right, if he hadn't dragged her to his training that day, she wouldn't have been there with the boy of her dreams.

the interviewer smiled at the teen couple, "entonces tu hermano tuvo mucho que ver en tu relación?" (so your brother had a lot to do in your relationship)

"si pedri siempre me a cuidado desde pequeños y el le ayudo a gavi a conquistarme" y/n chuckled. (yes pedri has always taken care of me ever since we were young and he helped gavi win me over)

"el si es un real cupido gracias hermano" gavi chimmed in and hugged y/n. (he is a true cupid, thanks bro)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/ n hope y'all enjoyed this one

d<3

#football imagine #football oneshot #fc barca oneshot #fc barca #gavi oneshot #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi x yn #gavi fluff #pedri #fc barcelona

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straightupsickfics · 1 year ago

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love is embarrassing

sicktember prompt #28: "I should've stayed home" inspired by this post

ed/stede | modern au |4.5k words in which stede drags himself to a first date, get stood up, and meets the very hot, very nice bartender who turns the night around <3

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Normally, Stede relishes having an excuse to pull together an outfit, to explore his favorite pieces in his walk-in closet, and make something new to wear.

Today, however, is a rare exception. Stede can hardly bring himself to get up and off the couch, let alone muster the brain power it’s going to take to organize an ensemble, even if it is for a date he has rather been looking forward to all week.

Well, looking forward to it with a little bit of anxious dread mixed in, something he can never seem to shake when it comes to romance. It’s not like he thought it’d be easy, leaving his wife of fifteen years, letting his children down gently, and starting over completely at the age of forty-five, but he hadn’t really stopped to consider how lonely it would be, either.

And now, to top it all off, Stede had managed to pick up a truly terrible cold over the last few days. Today it seems to have settled in, made itself at home in his head and sinuses, leaving him exhausted, his eyes and nose streaming in almost equal measure as he works his way through recurring fits of ticklish, damp sneezes.

He should stay home tonight, he knows this. Instead though, Stede has been hydrating, alternating between water and strong, black tea, and downing cold medicine all day in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, his date, David wouldn’t notice.

Sighing, Stede picks up his phone and finds a text from Lucius waiting for him.

Lucius: Hello? What, no panicked photos of the outfit? No “what if” date scenarios for me to puzzle through over brunch? Do you hate me??

Stede: I don’t do that

Lucius: 🤣 good one

Stede: 😶‍🌫️

Lucius: I’m kidding, you know I live for this, I’m AMAZING at pre-date planning

Stede: The advantages of being young and in love, I suppose…

Lucius: Oh, god, you’re not getting maudlin even before you go, right? It’s going to be fine, you’re going to put together a ridiculous (but slay) outfit, and he’s going to eat it up. Now, what are we wearing?

Stede looks at the blue sweatpants he would never leave the house in, the t-shirt that should have gone to the Goodwill years ago, and sighs again. He really should have started hours ago.

Stede: Can I FaceTime you?

Lucius: YES

“Hh! hdt-NGXT! Huh’ushhIEW! Ngh…” Stede tries and fails to smother the sneeze against his fist while he sifts through his options, a teal silk shirt, a lavender sweater, and a bright, mustard yellow button down all wait for him on the bed, and he watches as Lucius winces.

“Um, bless you? Are you sure you’re not getting sick? Because frankly that was pretty gross and sounded like it probably hurt.”

“It did, but I’mb finde…” Stede huffs, snuffling discreetly into a handful of tissues.

“Mm, too many letters in almost all of those words, babe,” Lucius says, wrinkling his nose. “Maybe the outfit you should actually be wearing is one of those hazmat suits.”

Stede pitches the tissues into the trash can and glares at his phone. “I thought you were going to help. This isn’t helping.”

Lucius arches an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. “Sir, yes sir. I’d go with the lavender. Looks nice with your hair. And you’re a bit pale for the others at present.”

He’s right, Stede knows, and he is grateful for the help, lucky to have had a work friend turn into a real friend over the last few years, especially as his divorce from Mary was happening, but Lucius had no filter, which was a blessing and a curse most days.

“Thanks, Lucius,” Stede says now. “I think you’re right, we’ll go with the lavender.” He does love the teal, has worn it on first dates in the past, but tonight it would only serve to draw attention to how completely worn out and pale he looks and feels, and he doesn’t want to deal with that.

Lucius gives him a mock salute in reply, and they chat for a few more minutes before Lucius has to go, warning Stede again to stay home if he was really feeling bad.

He falters for just a minute. His bed, even covered in clothes (and, okay, tissues) looks so inviting, a part of him wants nothing more than to climb right into it. But he has been looking forward to this, and David had already rescheduled twice.

So, Stede, stubborn as he is, waves Lucius off and sets about the long process of getting dressed, doing his hair, and carefully applying just a little concealer around the red-tinged parts of his nose. This takes the most time, as he finds himself applying and reapplying said concealer every time he has to stop to sneeze or blow his nose, which is far more often than he’d like.

When he’s finally ready, Stede takes another dose of cold medicine, shoves some cough drops into his pockets along with a travel packet of tissues, and sets out for his date. He’s texting that he’s on his way when he nearly drops his phone as a sneeze (or three) sneaks up on him.

“hH’UtsshH! Oh ndo… Huh’iiEEshh’uh! Huh-Ngtshh!”

It takes Stede another minute to compose himself, sniffling a good few times into the cuff of his jacket and sighing before he’s in his car and actually on his way to the restaurant, something called Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill that David had picked.

It was going to be a very long night.

Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill is so far up Stede’s alley he can’t believe he’s never been before now. It’s dark inside, and there’s an understated pirate theme throughout it. Not just a pirate flag and eyepatches, though. There’s an attention to detail there, a clear (to Stede) commitment to historical accuracy that he loves immediately.

Stede loves piracy, the whole idea of it. People running away to the sea, abandoning whatever haunted them on land, finding a new group of people to belong to…It sounds amazing, sometimes. It might not be — no, it definitely wasn’t—as romantic as Stede makes it out to be in his head, of course; piracy was brutal at the end of the day, but there’s something about it that Stede’s always found fascinating.

Running away to the sea is certainly something he’d thought about as he first started to come to terms with his sexuality, and the accompanying realization that he’d have to, eventually, tell Mary, therefore upending his entire life.

Stede has to blink himself back to the present, appreciating the delicate maps along the walls, the artwork of ships and shorelines along the walls, and of course, Blackbeard’s Jolly Roger flag hanging right by the bar.

He has to do a double take though, looking at the bar, because standing in front of the Jolly Roger is the bartender, who is quite possibly one of the best looking men Stede’s ever seen. He’s laughing at something a customer is saying in front of him, working a cocktail shaker with one heavily tattooed arm (was that a snake?) and setting out a glass with the other hand. His hair is a mix of black and gray, tied up in a half up half down ponytail, and Stede can’t bring himself to look away.

The drink gets poured, the man turns away to offer more rounds to other patrons, and Stede, eventually, realizes he’s been sitting at the table for over a half an hour with no sign of David. He frowns, picking up his phone, but there’s nothing there.

Stede: I’m here! Got us a table towards the back.

There’s no reply.

Twenty more minutes go by, and still, nothing.

Stede: He’s late

Lucius: Uh oh…

Stede: You don’t think. I mean. He’s coming, right? Just late…?

Lucius: Definitely. Traffic, probably! Btw how are you feeling?

Stede: Not the best, I’m afraid

Lucius: :( Hydrate while you wait!!

He’s right, and Stede takes a careful sip of his water. His throat hadn’t been too bad this afternoon, and he’s hoping it stays that way.

The waitress comes by just then, asking if she can bring anything for him to drink, get him started with any appetizers. He shakes his head, murmuring that he’s just waiting for someone, they’d order when he arrives, and she nods with a smile and walks away.

It’s not long after that that Stede gives in and checks his phone again. Still no reply. His stomach twists.

He can’t be getting stood up, tonight of all nights, when he wanted nothing more than to stay home in the first place. Right?

His nose gives a twinge just then, and Stede fumbles for the packet of tissues he has in his pocket, just bringing them to his nose and mouth as he sneezes four times in quick succession, his eyes and nose streaming by the end of the fit, the sneezes stronger and wetter than they’d been earlier, making them entirely impossible to hold back.

“hh’uHTSH! Snf! H-hh’uHTSHH! uuhh’TSH! huh’Eeiishh!” The tissues are useless by the end, too, and Stede drags himself to the bathroom to blow his nose in peace, splashing some water on his face for good measure.

He looks in the mirror, blinking a few times and trying to bring some life back into his face, but there’s no hope, it seems.

David had been right to stand him up, Stede thinks. He’s a mess.

Stede: I don’t think he’s coming, I’m afraid :(

Lucius: Nooo, I’m so sorry. Seriously. Do you want to come over? I won’t even complain about the germs.

Stede: Thank you, but I’m alright. Think I’ll give it a bit longer, sit at the bar instead of taking over a table, and then head out.

Lucius: <3 Call me in the morning!

“What can I get you, mate?” The tattooed bartender asks when Stede sits down at the bar.

“Oh, umb… J-just..huh!’ISH! Sorry, just a glass of Chardonnay?” Wine is probably definitely not a good idea tonight, Stede knows, but he feels like wallowing a little before going home.

“Sure thing, here you go.” The bartender sets the drink down and gives Stede a small, friendly smile. He really is beautiful.

“Thanks,” Stede says with a sigh. He looks at the glass and any desire to drink it vanishes. He just feels bad, tired and congested and achy all over.

“Uh oh, that’s a big sigh for a Saturday night,” the bartender says. The bar is currently empty aside from Stede and a woman sitting at the opposite end, and Stede looks at the man with his dark, kind eyes, and it all comes pouring out.

“I think I’m being stood up,” Stede confesses. “He rescheduled two times before this, which should’ve been a sign, I guess, but I thought we’d hit it off, texting and all that…”

“Damn, hate that. Just say you’re not feeling it, yeah? Why make someone feel like shit? S’why I don’t date so much anymore, myself.”

“You might be onto something there. Maybe I should get cats,” Stede says, sighing again.

At this, the bartender lights up. “Cats are the best. Love cats. Here, look…” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket and holds it out to Stede. On the lockscreen is a black cat with white feet, curled up on what has to be the bartender’s chest. In the picture, he’s wearing a shirt with a purple octopus on it, his hair down around his shoulders, his face cut off aside from a small smile.

It’s adorable.

“That’s Frank,” the bartender says. “Well, Frankfurter, one of his many names.”

Stede laughs, which turns abruptly into a coughing fit that lasts long enough for the bartender to grab a glass of ice water and place it in front of him.

“That doesn’t sound great,” he says as Stede takes a sip.

“Sorry about that. I probably should’ve stayed home,” Stede admits. “Thought I could power through for this date. Though if I’d had the sense to cancel I wouldn’t have been stood up.”

The man shakes his head. “S’all good. Kind of saw you sitting over there for a while, I wondered why someone like you’d be sitting alone for so long.”

Stede feels his face flush. Someone like him. What did that mean?

“In a good way,” the bartender clarifies. “I’m Ed,” he says.

“Ah. Stede. I’d shake your hand but…”

Ed smiles, holds up his hand and gives Stede a little air high-five. “There we go.”

Stede can’t help but smile back, genuinely, for the first time all night.

They sit there for a while, too long, probably, given how bad Stede feels, but Ed’s so nice, and really very funny, telling stories about the people he gets at the bar, about Frank, about his obsession with the ocean and pirate history.

“I love pirates,” Stede tells him excitedly. “I actually can’t believe I hadn’t been here before. You must’ve been thrilled to get a job here, then,” he adds.

Ed’s eyebrows lift for a split second, but then he’s nodding. “Yeah, love it,” he says.

Just then, a shorter, dark-haired man appears from the back, shooting a glowering look at Ed. “If there’s not enough customers, you could always come back and help with the order for next week, Edward,” he says. “Or are you too busy chatting up your guests?”

Ed frowns, his entire face changing as he turns to reply. “Fuck off, would you Izzy? It’ll all get done, thanks.”

The man gives a long-suffering sigh and turns, disappearing around a corner, gone as fast as he came.

“Was that… y’know, Blackbeard?” Stede asks, voice low.

Ed pauses again, then shakes his head. “Mm? No, I’m Blackbeard,” he says with a smile and a gesture to his face. “More scruff than beard these days, though,” he adds.

“Oh! You… Blackbeard’s is yours?”

“Yep! That was Izzy, my so-called right hand man. He’s gotten a little too comfortable running the show since he knows I prefer stuff like this,” Ed says, gesturing to the bar. “Just talking to people, you know?”

Stede nods. “You can tell you really love the place,” he tells him. “Thought so as soon as I came in.”

Ed smiles, and it’s amazing, really, the way his face lights up at the compliment. “Thanks, man, yeah, Iz thought I spent too much on the decor, but how often do you open the place of your dreams? Really just went for it.”

“It’s perfect,” Stede agrees.

A comfortable lull falls over their conversation, and Stede takes another small sip of his wine for something to do. He must make a face, though, because Ed’s shaking his head when he looks back up.

“Think what you should do is let me make you some tea, if you’re staying,” he says.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do all that. I really should be—”

“—Would be nice if you stayed,” Ed finishes.

Oh.

“Well, if you don’t mind all this,” Stede says, gesturing to his face. He can’t imagine he looks any worse than he had earlier in the bathroom, but he can’t be making a good first impression, either.

“Nah, you’re good. Most interesting person to come in here in…forever,” Ed says. “Be right back,” he promises, disappearing into what must be the kitchen and coming back a few minutes later, with the promised mug of steaming water and a selection of tea bags for Stede.

He’s touched. Sure, Ed owns the place, but still, he didn’t have to go out of his way to make Stede tea for his stupid cold.

The mug has the Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill logo on it, emblazoned across a pirate flag, and the warmth of it warms Stede right through immediately.

“Mint sounds nice,” he says, grabbing it and letting it steep. He makes the mistake of lifting the mug to his face, the steam immediately shaking something loose in his sinuses, and ends up sneezing another good few times in a row.

“hd’ISCHuh! Eh’sschIEW! ii’Tiishh’uh! SNF!” Stede takes two more tissues from the pack in his pocket, realizing that he’s down to just one left, and grimaces.

“God bless you,” Ed says sympathetically. “Makes it even worse that this guy didn’t show up when you went to all the trouble of coming out, feeling so bad and all.”

“Mm, no trouble. I did have a friend help with the outfit, though,” Stede admits. “One of my first dates after a divorce and all, needed some help.”

“Good on them, then, that color’s perfect for you,” Ed tells him, and he sounds like he means it.

Stede gives him a smile but shakes his head. “He did also suggest a hazmat suit.”

This gets a laugh from Ed, and it’s a lovely sound, one Stede wishes he had the time to get used to.

Ed seems to realize something all at once. “Wait, did you say first date?”

Stede sinks in his seat a little bit as he nods. “One of the first,” he says. “Though it always feels like the first after fifteen years of marriage to a woman, anyway. Suppose I’m something of a late bloomer,” Stede admits, feeling his face go warm. “Probably too late.”

Ed softens at this, the surprise on his face washing away. “No such thing as too late, mate. Look at me, I came out at fifteen and look at me, alone with my cat and my bar. Don’t even have a divorce to blame it on.”

For some reason, this makes Stede’s throat go tight, his eyes stinging with tears. God, he cannot cry because one stranger was being nice to him.

“Here,” Ed says, pulling a deep red handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to Stede with a nod and a small smile and turning away, giving him a minute of privacy. “You probably need this more than I will tonight,” he says.

Stede dabs at his eyes, appreciating Ed’s kindness all the more.

Stede takes a few deep, steadying breaths and sips his tea as other customers come and go, as Izzy appears and disappears with another disapproving shake of his head, and through it all, Ed always makes his way back to Stede’s end of the bar, offering him more tea, more water, another story or picture of Frank when things slow back down.

All at once, Stede realizes that he’s having a better time than he’d ever expected to, even if David had bothered to show up for their date.

“What’s that face, mate? You’re looking like you did when you first came over…oh, fuck, like two hours ago,” Ed says, looking at the time.

“Two human hours?” Stede gasps. It’d gone by so fast he hadn’t even noticed, though he is definitely more tired now than he’d been before.

Ed laughs again and Stede wants to bottle the sound of it. He really must be delirious from this cold.

“Human hours,” Ed confirms.

“You know, I think I’m actually glad he didn’t show up? It’s been so lovely talking to you, Ed,” Stede says.

“Same goes,” Ed says with another one of his warm smiles. “This is the most fun I’ve had at work in ages, maybe ever.”

This feels like the best first date Stede’s ever been on, though he keeps that thought to himself, along with a firm reminder that this is definitely not a date.

Another hour passes in the blink of an eye, and Stede shifts in his seat, the tell tale twinge somewhere in the back of his sinuses letting him know that very soon, he’s going to need more tissues than he has at the moment. He really should be getting home and into bed, starting the process of sleeping off this wretched cold. Though, as miserable as he feels, the night hadn’t been a total loss after all, thanks to Ed.

“Well,” Stede says, sniffling, “I think I’d better get home. If my eyes get any heavier I’ll be asleep right here on your bar, and no one wants that.” He’d intended it to come across as a joke, but his voice is so wrecked from this cold and the all too recent tears that it comes out just as run down and, frankly, sad as he feels.

“Mm, yeah, no, might get a crick in your neck,” Ed says, as if that’s the only problem with what Stede said, and not the million and one sick person germs he’d be leaving behind. He smiles at Stede, the way he has been the whole night, while making him laugh, while making him feel better about being stood up, while pouring him drinks he claimed were on the house.

“Exactly,” Stede says, returning the smile. His head really does feel heavy though, his sinuses throbbing with the cold he’d pushed off and ignored for far too long tonight. He pictures his bed, a safe haven despite its emptiness, and stands up before he can change his mind. He’s strangely reluctant to leave Ed, funny, kind Ed, but it’s really for the best, leaving before Stede gets one of his crazy ideas. Like thinking that Ed could possibly, actually like him.

It’s Ed’s job to be nice to strangers, Stede reminds himself.

He’s just doing his job.

“Well,” Stede begins. “Thank you, again, truly, for being so nice to me tonight. I’ve been quite a mess and this … really helped,” he says, too honestly, he’s sure of it, given the way his eyes sting and his sore throat thickens with the threat of yet more tears. God, he really does have to get out of here.

Ed looks at him, his gaze lingering on Stede’s face. The restaurant’s emptying out now, people finishing the last of their glasses of wine, letting their dates wind down before they head home, and Stede feels that familiar twinge in his gut, a mix of jealousy and longing. It would be nice to go home with someone, that’s all. Or home to someone.

The sound of Ed’s voice breaks him out of his pathetic thought spiral.

“You’ll have to let me know when you get home,” Ed says, sliding his phone onto the bar and over to Stede. “Can’t have you falling asleep at the wheel, I’d never forgive myself.” He gives Stede an encouraging little smile before turning to grab an empty glass a few feet away.

“Oh, I barely drank anything! I’ll be alright, I promise, you don’t need to worry about me,” Stede says. He’s a very safe driver, even with his cold-foggy head, he can make the fifteen minute drive home no problem, and he really had only taken a few sips of the wine two hours ago.

Ed turns back around to face him, amusement written across his face. “M’trying to get your number here, mate,” he says simply, as if it’s nothing, and not something that has never—literally never—happened to Stede Bonnet.

“Oh,” Stede says, face flushing as he realizes.

Ed just lifts his phone and unlocks it, handing it to Stede again. “For safety reasons,” he says with a wink.

Stede enters his number with hands that feel, suddenly, a little shaky, adds his name, and hands the phone back to Ed.

“Stede Bonnet (from the bar)” Ed reads out, smirking. “Thank god you specified, now I won’t get you confused with all the Stede Bonnets I’ve met elsewhere…”

“Oh, well, I didn’t— I just thought…” Stede tries.

“S’all good, Stede, really. There we go…” He types something and nods and Stede’s own phone lights up immediately.

Stede reads the message: Edward Teach (Born on the beach)

“Were you actually?” He asks, intrigued.

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” Ed says mysteriously. “You’ll have to find out. Over dinner or something. Not here,” he adds. “When you’re feeling up for it.”

Stede’s pretty sure all the DayQuil he’d been chugging all day has caught up with him, because there’s simply no way this is happening to him right now, not when he looks and feels like this. Ed is gorgeous, all warm, dark skin under his tattoos, his salt and pepper hair falling out of his half ponytail just a little at this point, the rest hanging over his shoulders. Not to mention the perfect, deep brown eyes that Stede’s been entirely too captivated by all evening, it’s…

It’s too good to be true, surely. It’s too much.

“Sorry, too much?” Ed says, reading his mind. “I have a tendency to come on a little strong, or so I’ve been told.”

“No!” Stede says quickly. “Not at all, you’re perfect. This just… doesn’t happen to me,” he confesses. “And I’ve been sniffling and sneezing at you all evening, and you’re so, well handsome… and…” He trails off again helplessly.

“And so are you,” Ed says easily. “And hey, if you manage to look this good when you feel this bad, I’m going to be fucking in for it next time, aren’t I?” He winks again. “You really should go, though, you look dead on your feet, and you’ve been through it tonight. Not to mention listening to me rambling all night,” he grins.

Stede nods. “I’ll text you when I get home,” he says, smiling down at his phone. He’ll collapse into bed, and text Ed, and let him be sweet and kind to him and wish him a goodnight.

And, for once, Stede’s confident that these texts won’t go unanswered.

“Holding you to that,” Ed says. “Goodnight, Stede Bonnet from the bar.”

Stede’s still smiling when he unlocks his front door and sends the promised text to Ed.

The next morning, Stede has a few texts waiting for him.

Lucius: Sign of life check, hellooo?? What ended up happening last night???

Edward Teach (Born on the beach): Morning, Stede from the bar, hope you’re not feeling too bad! If you want I could…bring you breakfast on the way into work this morning? If you don’t mind giving a strange man your address, that is

David: So sorry! I overscheduled myself last night, can we try again next week?

Stede deletes the text from David, then deletes his number all together. Good riddance.

He promises Lucius he’s alive, just sick, and promises to call him later to fill him in. This leads to a flurry of new texts full of question marks and eye emojis.

Stede: Good morning, Ed! Thank you again for last night. And you’re hardly a “strange man” after that! I really did have a wonderful time in spite of it all. I do feel pretty gross this morning, though :( Can we raincheck breakfast to one we can have…together?

Edward Teach (Born on the beach): I’d love that

#don't mind me essentially remixing my own fic into a sickfic #throwing everything i love into it #crying and colds and fun texting and lots of dialogue and sneaking in canon quotes and topping it all off with an olivia rodrigo lyric titl #my fic #of//md #sicktember

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papimolina · 2 years ago

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With the Stroke of a Brush

Maxim Horvath X F!Reader

Chapter 1, Complete stranger

Ch 2,

Rating: Mature

WC: 2508

Summary: Having worked as an artist for the past 3 years now, you'd never had a block like this before.

Soulmates, soul bonding, kissing, (a world where magic is normal)

"Why am I so bad!?..." you grumbled to yourself, as you grimaced at your drawing.

You had been sketching for hours now and it just wasn't coming together how you wanted.

For the past few weeks you'd been stuck on the same piece of artwork and it was beginning to get really frustrating. Having worked as an artist for the past 3 years now, you'd never had a block like this before.

Yawning, you look over at your clock. 12:25AM.

Time for bed I guess.

Having achieved practically nothing, you gather your now empty bottle of wine, and lock up your studio for the night. Dumping the bottle you go straight to your bedroom, realising how tired you are having finally given up your concentration. Discarding your clothes on the floor and slumping heavily on your bed, you drift off into your usual dreamless sleep.

Normally when you've left a piece of art unfinished overnight it looks better to you the next time you see it. Apparently not this time. Everything is wrong. Every line, every highlight...wrong. Luckily you still had 3 months before this piece was supposed to be for sale but it irritated you nonetheless that it should've been completed a week ago.

Maybe no wine today, see if that helps.

...

Shiny black shoes...stripped dark trousers. Lifting your head up further, slowly. The end of...a stick...a cane and...the bottom of a long grey jacket...further up a...dark suit jacket matching the trousers

...

*THUD*

"What!?" Jolting awake, you'd knocked your pencil tub off the table in your sleep, the pencils were scattered all around your feet. You let out a heavy breath that you didn't realise you'd been holding and rested your head in your hands.

What was that?

Your stomach deciced to announce itself at that moment. Distracting you from your strange dream, you leave your studio having added very little to your drawing again.

...

Silver headed cane with...blue stones...a silk brown tie adorned with a decorative brooch...up to a white shirt collar

...

The last thing you see is a glimpse of a dark beard before your eyes shoot open.

What the hell! ... Who is that!?

Your body seems to have reacted like you were having a nightmare. A layer of sweat on your skin making your bed sheets stick to your body, slighty out of breath and yet you didn't feel scared.

I don't know anyone who dresses in a suit...do I?...what time...? Oh god, I've been asleep for an hour! You thought angrily.

The second you let your eyelids fall again you are greeted be piercing chocolate brown eyes staring right back at you and your own eyes fly open.

Okay, this is a little scary now.

Feeling wide awake and slightly unnerved you decide to get up and go to your studio to start something new.

Without thinking you let the tip of your blue pencil flow along the paper, up and down, darkening here and there. You add some blue and black paint to really darken in places you thought needed it. Slowly piecing together the man in your dream. You really should try to just forget about your dream but you couldn't seem to get those eyes out of your mind. Maybe this was a way of getting it out and then the dreams would stop. It was a strange feeling, you felt almost pressured to draw this person.

Why? ... Why do I feel so obligated to paint him?

Standing back, you look at the rough edges of your sketch, eyeing up every pencil line.

And why do I like it?

Since you'd hated your work recently, this was a surprise to you that you felt proud of what you'd drawn so far. But your joy gave way to disappointment when you realised that you wouldn't be able to finish it because you hadn't seen his face. Slightly hesitantly, you close your eyes and are greeted by...nothing.

Nothing...wait.

Shoes slowly appear in your mind. You try to think about looking up his body like before but nothing happens. With your eyes still closed, you slowly lower yourself to the floor and lay down on your back. You focus on the shoes and relax your body, trying to simulate a sleepy state to bring your dream to life again. As your breathing begins to slow, your eyes drift up his suit painfully slowly. Oddly you begin to feel excited as you reach the bottom of his beard again, finally starting to see the part you'd been missing. Just as you reach his rosy lips you register a distant tapping but you ignore it, being so focused on seeing his face. But again...

*TAP TAP TAP*

Concentration lost put your minds eye at a stand still, now fixated on his lips and beard.

I'm hearing things now...there must be something wrong with me.

*TAP*

That sounds like...

*TAP TAP*

Fear grips you as you realise the tapping is now in the room with you, you aren't imagining it. You hear a final tap right next you, sending a vibration up your forearm. Keeping your eyelids firmly squeezed shut, you slowly crawl away from where you heard the last tap until you hit the wall. There's a slight tremble in your hands as you pull your knees up to your chest.

"I'm not going to hurt you" a smooth, deep voice calls out you. But his calm voice didn't ease your fear any.

What the hell is happening?! How did he get in?...It couldn't be magic could it...but magic or not, this is him...I must be going mad...there's no way a man in my dream could be real and in my house!

*TAP*

"Please could you open your eyes"

Your eyes flew open without a thought, almost like his words had control over you.

This was it. This was your dream. You sitting on the floor, him towering over you. Just like your dream you slowly lift your head as more of the familiar suit, jacket and cane is revealed to you. But this time, when your eyes reach his beard they keep travelling up to reveal your missing piece.

Rosy lips, a slight crook in his roman nose, big chocolate eyes, thick expressive eyebrows, dark groomed hair...

Ohh...he's...

"Much better. Its a pleasure to meet you, my dear"

He bows slightly and offers his hand down to you.

God, his hands are...massive!

You stare at the hand in front of you as your fear slowly dissipates for your confusion to take over. Clearing your dry throat you finally speak up.

"Um...w-who are you?"

"My name is Maxim Horvath" he replies sweetly.

"Eh...well, Mr Horvath. I d-don't know you, uh w-what are you doing in my home? How did you even get--"

"You know me, my dear" he states calmly, cutting you off.

Retracting his hand, he kneels down to your level, making direct eye contact with you.

You feel your heart starting to work double time under his intense gaze.

"I understand that I frightened you and for that I sincerely apologise" he waits so you nod in acceptance. "Now I wish to explain this all to you but I wanted to help you up from the floor first" a smirk plays at his lips. "I suspect it isn't terribly comfortable down there"

You can't help but let a small smile grace your face as you let one of your hands that was grasping at your knee lift up towards him.

Smiling he took a hold of your hand, his own engulfing yours and moved up bringing you with him. As your knees cracked, you craned your neck up.

Jesus, he's tall.

Now that you were both standing you could see he was at least a foot taller you, much wider than you all round in fact. Avoiding his intimidating gaze you make your way around him and sit down on the sofa. He follows and gestured with his hand to the seat beside you waiting for your invitation. You nod.

"So-" he starts, placing his cane across his lap. "I believe your first question was 'what are you doing in my home?' To answer simply, I'm here for you but not to harm you. I would never do anything to hurt you knowingly"

He would never hurt me...he doesn't even know me.

"You said you don't know me" he glances over at your drawing "I can't help but think that that is me you are sketching so beautifully, is it not?"

A blush blooms on your cheeks.

"Well...yes it is but I- I don't know you"

"But you have seen me before? Or at least my neck down" he smirks.

"Yes but--"

"You have dreamt about me and I you"

The confusion on your face caused him to frown, the previous light in his eyes dimming. And then you felt it...you felt your heart clench and your throat tighten. The way his face dropped made your chest sink, you decide you didn't like sadness on him. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as he met your eyes watching your expression change.

"Do you feel anything? Do you--"

He stops when you raise your hand.

"Could I hold your hand...just for a second?"

Without hesitation, he offers his hand to you. And as you suspected, holding hands with him gives you that warm tingly feeling inside.

"You never told me your name" he says just above a whisper. Lifting your eyes from your joined hands to look at him, your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat when you see the tenderness in his eyes.

"Oh, it's Y/N...I'm sorry --"

"There no need to apologise. I understand this is a lot for you to take in"

He smiles warmly at you and startes rubbing his thumb around in circles on your hand.

Just for a second. You thought, smirking at your still joined hands.

"I do feel...connected to you somehow. This feels right but- I'm sorry but I really don't know you"

His other hand comes up to cup your cheek lightly, his thumb grazing your cheekbone.

"It's okay. You're right, we are strangers but our souls are One, that is why this feels normal"

"Like soulmates?"

"Yes, in a way. May I ask, how long have I been in your dreams?"

"The past 3 nights"

"Mm, well you have been blessing mine for the last 4 weeks" he admitted. "I assume you have had trouble with your art since that time? Since you've been in my dreams"

"Y-yes, but how did--"

"That is how it works. Souls are connected through their passion. In your case, Art. In mine, Magic. I have been struggling with spells that have always come to me naturally, that is until I started to search for you"

He searched for me...

"I see that your skill has returned now though. That really is very good so far but I do think I need a head" his head tilts side ways at you, looking from you to the drawing.

"Thank you" you giggle. "You know, I've never actually met anyone who could wield magic. Could you show me? If you don't mind"

"Of course, sweetheart"

Blushing profusely at the pet name, you watch as he lifts his hand between you both. As quick as you can blink his fingertips burst into a blue flame.

"I am also now back to my former self" he says wiggling his flamed fingers.

"Wow! That's amazing ... So, is blue your colour?"

"It is" The flames disappear as he points to your drawing.

"You used blue to draw me" You look back at your drawing.

I hardly ever touch blue, I always use black...the painting was the key, that was how he got here. How did I not notice...well not that I really care now.

You could feel yourself giving in to this feeling. The feeling of wanting to love him, be with him. The doubt in your mind was still there though because soulmate or not he was still a complete stranger. But you really wanted to let it happen anyway.

"So I did" you smile looking back at him.

A few minutes passed with you both just looking into each others eyes. You were searching for his sincerity, his dedication, his love for you. While he also was looking for your love for him, he wanted to see that you really wanted him. He knew he could be quite intimidating so he needed to feel that you were comfortable in his presence. Both of you found what you were looking for.

"Maxim" you whispered, placing a hand flat on his chest.

He couldn't help but let his eyes lids flutter at the sound of his name coming from your lips.

"Y/N" you felt the rumble through your palm as he practically groaned your name back to you.

"I-I'd like you to kiss me, Maxim"

As he leans closer into your space, you begin do feel almost dizzy. Dizzy from love and lust filling your veins. He's so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him. But he stops a breath away bringing one hand up to your cheek again and the other making itself at home on your thigh. He looks deep into your eyes waiting to see any hesitation from you. But when he finds none, he gives in, finally coming down to place his lips onto yours. It's the most tender kiss you've ever experienced. Just as your lips begin to dance, he pulls away for a second before coming down on you again with much more force. Wrapping your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck you pull him close to you, mirroring his passion. Feeling his tongue poke at your lips you excitedly let him in, your tongues beginning to battle with each other. You moan into his mouth in surprise when he lifts you to sit sideways in his lap. His big hands rub up and down your thighs as you both pull back, desperately needing to catch your breath. You feel his hand push lightly at the back of your head to bring your forehead against his. Breathing in the same air, you take his face in your hands and scratch at his beard making him almost purr at you.

"I do believe I've distracted you from your work" he mumbles, voice low and husky.

"That's alright, I forgive you" you giggle.

"Thank you, sweetheart"

"But you could make it up to me...by modelling for me, since I can finish it now"

"I suppose but..." he starts as you remove yourself from him.

"What do I do?"

Your surprised to see his cheeks tint with pink as your lips meet his forehead, placing a kiss between his eyebrows.

"Just sit there and look pretty"

#alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #fanfic #maxim horvath fanfiction #sorcerers apprentice

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elizabethplaid · 6 months ago

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daily notes, for may 3-4, 2024

Sleeping during the day on Friday went better than the day before. I still woke up a few times, but I did well to go back to sleep in a reasonable amount of time. Woke after 5:30pm and felt fine.

Texted my dad from bed, to ask about dinner plans. We had frozen pizza, and I finished it in time for my weekly phone call. But then Nature "called" instead. Ugh, quite the delay; shitty timing.

Phone-friend was fine with it, though. Wonderful chat, sharing links and images. We've been chatting about meeting up again. It's been determined that I am to try boba tea for the first time.

After the call, I checked my phone, and I realized I got a text from our mutual friend. She streams video games and Lego builds. Like, I saw the demon horns on her headset and I kinda fell in love.

She'll be streaming tonight (Sat, May 4), building a huge Lego set of the H*gwarts castle. The stream starts just as I'm closing up the library, but I'll try to watch while eating dinner.

It's nearly 4am, and I probably should've tried sleeping, since I have library duty today. But... I got up late and I felt wound-up (in a good way) after my call, so... can it be excused?

I really enjoyed the quiet time tonight, just reading webcomics. Being awake in the middle of the night feels like such a blessing, even as I'm doing better with mental health. It's quiet and calm during this time. I turn off the lamps, turn down my screen's brightness. The only sounds are in my headphones, close to my ear but still soft.

Between gut stuff and lively conversations, my senses are heightened. Not feeling anxious and on-edge, but it's enough that I really need this calm and quiet to wind down. Might still bring my teddy bear with me, because I need bear hugs. Again, not feeling as bad as I did a couple weeks ago. Analogy: It's better to have a small wound treated quickly, before it turns into a bigger wound.

Am I going to sleep before going to the library? Probably not, if I'm honest. I'll sit with some ASMR and close my eyes.

Hey, the neighbor's donkey is awake, too. See, I'm not the only one awake at this hour!

#daily notes

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inconmess · 1 year ago

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29. "I broke my hand" for Laudna

OK. Ok... the prompt... I hope you don't mind if it is a 5 times 1 kinda situation! Kinda coincides with my HC of Laudna even in her younger days didn't register pain all that well so...

Five times Laudna didn't realise she had broken her hand and the one time she does it on purpose.

1. Matilda

She raced up to the front of her little home, out of breath with a big smile one her face as she held out a basket of multiple fruits.

"Mama! Can we make pie today?"

"I am not so sure, dear." she said absentmindedly as she folded the clothes that had been hung out to dry.

"But we have got lovely fruits and you said we can make pie when we got fruits!"

"Yeah, they do look lovely... Matilda, why is your hand swelling?" she asked, immediately crouching down to get a better look at the hand.

"Yeah, I fell off a tree when I was trying to pick up fruits? It didn't really hurt though. Is it broken?"

Her mother looked at the bent hand once more before looking back at her in a shielded panic. "You don't feel the pain?"

"I mean, it tickles but it is not aching. Andy complained the last time his hand went like this though. He was just being silly I suppose."

"Yeah, maybe." her mother gave her a weak smile. "You know what? Why don't we take care of this and I make you some fruit jam for your toast. And the next time your father gets home some flour, we can make the pie."

"ALRIGHT!"

2. The Briarwoods

Maybe she should've refused to go to the dinner party. If this is how rich people parties went, she didn't want to go to one anymore. If she could ever go to one in the first place that is...

"Doesn't it pain?" A fellow prisoner asked her out of the blue as he nudged her.

"What pain?"

"Your hand. It's broken."

"Oh... It's broken is it?"

In all honesty, it is not her fault she didnt know that her hand was broken in this instance. It was tied behind her back after all! It wasn't like she could see that it was broken? At least not until one of her fellow prisoner nudged at her and pointed it out.

"You don't feel it?"

"Not really, no. Maybe it hasn't kicked in yet."

"DUDE! It has been that way since you were thrown in here hours ago!"

She tried to glance back at it and... oh. It indeed was broken where the guards had tied the rope.

"Maybe the guards tied the rope up too tight?"

"No shit."

3. Roaming

"You saved me from the wolves!" the little girl beamed in joy.

"I... suppose I did do that, didn't I?"

"But your hand is broken" she immediately pouted.

"I suppose it is, isn't it?" Laudna pretended to consider her dislocated wrist for a moment before looking back down at the girl. "Want to see something interesting?"

"Oh yes!"

"I am going to fix this in no time, right in front of your eyes."

"Oh! I've seen my mama do it a lot! Can I do it on you?"

"You know how to set dislocated wrists?"

"Oh yeah! Mama used to treat other people when they are sick and some of them came with funny bones so she would help them set it right. Though you aren't shouting like they do..."

"Do they shout like this?" she asked in a high pitched voice, changing the pitch of her tone every few seconds, causing the girl to giggle.

"Want me to set it for you?"

"Yes, sure!"

4. Imogen

"Laudna! Laudna! Laudna!?"

"What is it, Imogen? It is too early to wake up..." she asked groggily, trying to pull Imogen back to bed

"I'm so sorry!" the panic and whimper cut through her sleepiness as she got up.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I don't know! One minute I am tossing and the next I hear a crack and your hand is at a weird angle! I think I broke it!" she panicked. "And we don't know any healers nearby!"

"My hand is broken?" Laudna asked as she inspected the hand in question closer. "More like dislocated. I'll be fine." she dismissed.

"What do you mean you'll be fine?"

"I'll be fine just like that. See?" she asked and quickly set the hand back into place. "That's all. I will just need to wrap a cloth around it and I'll be fine."

Imogen screamed and backed away two steps before coming back to her. "How are you not..."

"Panicking? In pain? Treating this like it is... normal?"

"Yeah, people's thoughts are usually loud when something like this happens but yours was just... quiet. Eerily quiet.

"When you go through the things I went though, you start feeling less of it.

5. Bells Hells

"Guys? I think I broke my hand?" Laudna shouted, waving it as the hand flopped around.

"Then don't move it around all that much!" Ashton shouted as he hit another wolf.

"How the hell did you break it from afar?" Chetney asked. "You were up a tree!"

"I fell." Laudna deadpanned as she tried to set it back.

"You do realise it is broken and not dislocated, right?"

"Eh, both are the same. Can't feel either much anyway. Probably until the adrenaline wears off, I suppose. I don't know why it always keeps paining after you guys brought me back to life..."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, I never used to feel pain when I broke my hand before. And I used to break it a lot at that time. Or people broke it. Either way."

"And now you feel pain?" FCG asked as his hand lit up, a healing spell ready on his lips.

"Umm... Not really? Like a little bit, I suppose but everything kind of aches after being dead and brought back alive twice, to be honest so I am unsure what is the cause of this... pain."

"Well, at least you can identify that you have a broken and dislocated body part easier now I suppose. It is a good thing, right?"

"I hope so..."

"Ashton, break my hand."

"Why do I have to break your hand? Laudna, what are you up to?"

"You want someone to go see the cleric, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And I don't feel much pain when things are broken in my body so I should be the one to do it."

"Doesn't mean I have to break your hand!"

"Look, the reason I am asking you and not the others is because you know when something needs to be done, you will do it no matter the cost. And the rest aren't hurt and I don't want anyone bleeding just because we want to see a 'difficult to see' cleric."

"I can simply walk in, in that case. Any cleric is going to be interested in this shit." he said, knocking on the glass on his head.

"Nope. I am going in and you aren't going to stop me. Break my hand, Ash."

#critical role #laudna #ask answered #5 times 1 #ashton greymoore #imogen

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meanderfall · 1 year ago

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i should've been in bed, like, 3 hours ago, but i slept so hard and so long yesterday, the thought of sleeping today seems impossible

#you guys dont understand i slept for 16 whole hours AT LEAST #maybe more #and those last 9 hours? i was GONE #absolutely nothing could've awakened me i was sleeping like i had nowhere to be the next day

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digigrave · 3 months ago

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Main Character Concepts

These are quick ideas I had before going to bed (note it is almost 6 am, i should've been in bed at least 3 hours ago lmao)

All the outfits are set to change, some hair styles might changes and other stuff too, as these are just my first concepts of the main group for Digital Graveyard.

Xander - 17 - 5'6 - Male - He/Him

His digipartner is Spadamon.

Xander is athletic and sportsy, with a bit of a reckless side. While reckless sometimes, he remains level headed most often.

Loraly - 17 - 5'4 - Female - She/They

Her digipartner is Pillomon.

Loraly is kind and laid back. The most cautious of the group. She has a calming aura and often helps diffuse any fighting.

Cory - 18 - 5'7 - Male - He/Him

His digipartner is Gargoylemon.

Cory is serious, he doesn't take crap from anyone. He can be rather intimidating, especially with his often cold approach.

Jace - 18 - 5'8 - Male - He/They/It

His digipartner is BanchoLeomon.

Jace is loud and outgoing. He likes to help keep the mood up. He's often the first one to jump into a battle, he's a very act first, think later kinda guy.

Jason - 17 - 5'6 - Male - He/They

His digipartner is Flymon.

Jason has a lot of attitude and snaps back often. Rather brash and rude, he isn't typically the type to think of others first and often does whatever he wants.

That's really all I have on them rn, but when I get up later today, I'll give them more proper designs.

#concept art #DigiGraveyard Comic Concepting

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liliansun · 2 years ago

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day 41/365 of haechan~

i was smiling along your progress through haechan day :) hope you're doing okay today my lilac <3

i am in an incredibly good mood today :) hopefully there is no complete switch :)

buut considering it is now monday 8th of may and i am still on night shift for another hour and a half - here's my week in bullet points

been watching grown-ish and have been frothing over luka sabbat because what an attractive dude

finished my test :) and should've gone with my original answers because of that i got 4 wrong on a 10% worth test and i'm still thinking about it

went to bed yesterday as my dad was waking up

my mum had reconstruction surgery for her knee that she fucked up playing indoor netball years ago (i was also there fun fact and i may have laughed and she uses it to explain why she calls me evil to the people who call me 'a literal angel') and i have been her nurse for the afternoon/nights and my brother in the morning and we swap.

it was my mum's birthday on the 3rd and so many people assume she's my sister. and my dad takes special pleasure in explaining that she's actually older than him.

my dad's jaw is swollen so i've had to slip him drugs....prescription ofc :)

been all over haechan this week and well that's no surprise to anyone

i may have found a job working at the ski fields and there's nothing really stopping me except my trip to the cook islands and australia :)

i still haven't decided if i'm going to that birthday or not. i'm going to see how my mum feels by wednesday-ish? still the same. want to go. but there's also things i need to think about and evaluate.

i've been 'spending' a lot of time with seventeen and ateez and i've just been feeling really happy because of it.

my friend is holding a go for the new skz album and like a barely constrained idiot, i brought the fucking thing and will most likely get the standard one as well :) joy. and i told my mum it was for my australia trip and it was, i just didn't use it for that reason. and my savings acc has gone down because my brother is my taxi driver and he is incapable of paying for his own fricken vape, petrol and food. and he knows, i can't say no to him. not really. because he's my only way out of this damn house because none of my friends except one who works all day lives here anymore and i do not drive. i also feel bad (and he's not even trying to guilt trip me either and i think that's what gets me)

my mum and i aren't the biggest fans of physical touch but she wanted to hold my hand today/ technically yesterday and i thought it was the cutest thing.

THAT MADE ME SMILE THAT YOU SMILED 🫶

I hope you still had a good day honey and are having a good day <33 also mom holding your hand is so cute 🥺

THE TEST SCORE,, I’m proud of you for still getting the rest right but damn I feel that myself 🤕

I hope mom is doing better :( and she heals well,, tell her that I said that 🫶 AND TELL HER I SAID HAPPY BELATED BDAY TOO

Is your dad having an allergic reaction? :(

NEW JOB YESS 🦵also if you don’t go bc your mom isn’t doing good bc she just had surgery then they should understand

:(( honey,, I’m always here if you vent too about all that and more or less 🫶 love you sm and you got this

#niwa my little sunflower 🥹#sunflower friend 🌻🫶#hyuckbrainrot 🧟‍♀️🧠#lilac’s moots 🥳

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severely-mentally-ill · 3 years ago

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Can I request yeonjun being upset cuz he was hard all day and he couldn’t wait til y/n got home and so when she got back, she walked in and saw him masturbating so she decided to help him. It’s okay if you can’t :)

Sure thing darling. Sorry this took so long, play rehearsal is keeping me busy.

♧◇ Impatient Needs ◇♧

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

English is not my first language, this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes.

He knew better. He knew he should've waited until you got home. But you weren't supposed to be home for another 3 hours. And he had been suffering the whole day.

You were a stylist for him and his members; and today, you had to leave early in the morning and you'd be gone for at least 6 hours. Unfortunately for him, he ended up having a very not-so-appropriate dream. One that was very realistic and one that caused him to grow a hard-on that wouldn't go away anytime soon.

When he awoke from his dream, he was disappointed to see that he was alone in your guys' bed. He immediately got up and checked his phone, seeing a text from you saying, 'Hey, love. I'm gonna be gone for a few hours. I made you some food and left it in the fridge. I love you.'

Yeonjun let out a whine as he realized he was going to be stuck with a boner for so many long hours.

Yeonjun was known for being a bit sassy. But he was never really normally a brat. He liked being your good boy. And he wasn't about to break your number-one rule. But with how much strain it was putting on his activities, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.

After a few hours, he was having so much difficulties with everything. He ate some of the food you made him, tried to do some laundry, and tried to watch one of the animes Taehyun had recommended to him, but he couldn't focus on anything with how much he kept shifting around and adjusting his pants.

It was then that he decided to call you, try and see if you can get back early.

"Hey, baby boy. What's up?" Oh, your sweet voice. The one that he dreamt about whispering dirty words and praises in his ear.

"Noonaaaaaa. How much longer are you going to be gone?" Yeonjun whined. You could hear it in his voice, how needy he was. You chuckle.

"Sorry, love, not for a few more hours." Yeonjun let's out a whine; a low one but one that makes you feel a slight pang of guilt.

"But- But, Mummy..." Oh. So he was gonna pull the 'Mommy' card. Yeonjun only pulled that one when he was truly desperate. He knew how much it effected you. "Please. I can't take it anymore. It hurts, Mummy."

You close your eyes and let out an exhale.

"I'm truly sorry, baby boy. I still have a lot of work to do. Just keep holding out for a few hours, and I promise I'll make it up to you." Yeonjun bites his lip, taking a moment before sighing.

"I'll try, Mummy. I'll try." He promises.

"Good boy. I have to get back to work now. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye, Noona." Yeonjun hangs up the phone with a small huff. He couldn't last a few more hours. It was becoming too much for him to handle. He was becoming a bit overwhelmed. Surely he could just get off really quickly without you knowing?

He didn't want to disobey you. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be rewarded. He wanted to be pampered with affection while you make sure he feels the best that he can.

After debating more in his head for a few minutes, he let's out a frustrated sigh. He grabs his phone and heads into your shared bedroom. You and Yeonjun sometimes recorded when you played, and what better thing to get off to then watching one of the videos he has.

Yeonjun sets his phone down on the nightstand on his side of the bed before quickly pushing off his pants and briefs and kicking them aside. He then gets onto the bed, kneeling while sitting on his heels. He grabs his phone and begins scrolling through his camera roll. There was one specific video he wanted. It was one from a few weeks ago. It was from the first time you did rimming.

He turns up the volume on his phone before beginning it. He then sets up his phone so it rests against the lamp. Yeonjun then wraps his hand around the base of his cock, beginning to move his hand up and down slowly at first. He slowly picks up the pace as the video gets more intense.

Yeonjun bites his lip as he listens to his own moans come from the phone speaker. The video was filmed from the same place his phone was set now. His face could be seen in the video— his head was turned to the side, facing the camera. The look on his face only turned Yeonjun on more. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and he was letting out such pornographic noises.

Yeonjun couldn't help but let out a moan as he quickens his hand. He feels himself clench his hole around nothing. Oh, what he wouldn't give to feel your tongue fucking him again. He'll be sure to ask for it when you get home. If you're not mad at him.

Luckily, he doesn't have to wait long to find out.

Because there you are, standing in the doorway of your bedroom— watching as Yeonjun quickly jacks himself off to the video on his phone. Normally, you would be pissed at this behavior. But you remembered how he sounded on the phone. And you knew that he had lasted for so long already. You couldn't help but feel guilty as you watch him quietly whine out 'Mommy' every few seconds.

You clear your throat, causing Yeonjun to jump a bit, quickly turning his head to the doorway. Fear begins to fill him as he realizes: he's been caught.

"N-Noona." He gulps, shaking his head. "Noona, please don't be mad. I'm-I'm sorry."

You begin walking forward until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you with wide eyes; to which you respond with a soft smile.

"I'm not mad, baby boy." Yeonjun quickly relaxes, a smile rising to his face. "Why don't I help you?"

Yeonjun nods excitedly, a big dumb smile planted on his face. It's only when he hears another one of his loud moans, that he remembers the video still playing. You both look over to his phone, you immediately recognizing the video playing.

"You want to do that again, jagi?" You ask, smirking as Yeonjun quickly nods his head again.

"Yes! Yes, I want to do it." You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. "I want to do it again, Mummy."

"Good boy." You smile. "Why don't you go clean yourself for Mummy?"

Yeonjun waists no time scurrying off of the bed and hurrying into the bathroom. You chuckle. He's always so excited to please you. When he's not a brat, that is.

After a bit, Yeonjun comes back out, all prepped and ready for you. Excitement was the only thing he could feel coursing through his veins.

The first time you did it, the only thing Yeonjun could feel was nervous. He'd never done any ass play before that, and he never really thought of trying it until you mentioned it to him.

But now, he could barely keep himself from jumping up and down in excitement. As he makes his way to the bed, he has to try and keep himself from smiling like an idiot.

Yeonjun gets on the bed, on his hands and knees. You could tell how excited he was, seeing as though his cock stood proudly with a leaking red tip.

He feels the bed shift from you moving to kneel behind him. You place your hands on his ass cheeks, beginning to softly rub them.

You then begin to shift on the bed, getting into a comfortable position to begin the activity. Yeonjun bites his lip as he feels your warm tongue press against his hole, only to let out a low groan when he finally feels your tongue slip in.

The euphoric feeling if your tongue causes him to move so he rests on his elbows. Yeonjun doesn't try to hide or stop his moans and groans like he did the first time. He isn't ashamed. Not anymore at least. In fact, he's proud that you are able to give him so much pleasure from such a simple act.

"Mummy, c-can I touch myself? Please?" Yeonjun asks, hands gripping tightly at the sheets.

"Go ahead." You respond after pulling your tongue out for only a second before going right back into the activity. He quickly reaches down and begins to slowly pump his cock in sinc with your tongue. You then curl your tongue, immediately finding his prostate. This action causes him to let out a rather loud groan.

"Mummyyy." He whines out, his arms completely giving out. He makes sure to keep his head to the side so none if his noises are muffled. His hand speeds up the movements on his cock as you continue to curl your tongue.

Your hands had been subconsciously kneading at his thighs, which he didn't even notice— too caught up in the pleasure. As soon as you realize it, you move your hands up to squeeze at his ass cheeks.

It didn't take long for the knot in his stomach to form. Yeonjun already knew he could let go any time he needed. He always could during gentle sex like this.

You could tell he was close. From the way his hand speed up and his whines became more frequent. To help him, you sped up your tongue as well; making sure to curl it more and more.

With all the pleasure he was feeling, Yeonjun quickly found his release— letting out a loud moan when he does. Some gets on his hand while the rest gets onto the bed sheets.

After a few moments of him coming down from his high, you remove your tongue and help him to lay down on his back away from the mess area.

You help clean him up before laying next to him— putting a towel over the mess so you don't lay in it, you'd wash the sheets later— being sure to cuddle him close to your chest.

"Noona?" He mumbles out, turning over to face you. "How come you're home so early? I thought you had to work later."

"I left the rest for tomorrow. I didn't want you to wait much longer." Yeonjun smiles up at you before snuggling closer to your chest.

K-Pop Masterlist

#sub tomorrow x together #sub txt #sub!tomorrow x together #sub!txt #sub yeonjun #sub! yeonjun #sub choi yeonjun #sub!choi yeonjun #txt smut #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together smut #sub kpop #sub!kpop #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you

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ducky-died-inside · 3 years ago

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Appreciation: Varian x Fem Reader

Summary: You work in the castle as a maid and everything just seems to be going wrong for you today. There were a million things to do, and you messed up on almost all of them. You are feeling really down when Varian finds you and comforts you.

Genre: fluff

Notes: This is for a friend who had a rough day so sorry if it's a little specific.

Warnings: crying, minor injuries from falling

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You woke from your bed in the servants wing. Most of the other maids had already gotten up, talking to each other as they walked through the halls.

You stretched and pulled back the cover of your blanket. The stone floor was cold against your feet as you walked over to your dresser. You quickly got out a dress and did your hair. You checked that everything looked alright in the mirror and left the room.

Mrs. Crowley was giving out assignments for the day, so you walked over to get yours. Her loud, gravely voice carried through the hall and you heard that some foreign dignitary was visiting Corona. You groaned and muttered under your breath to yourself.

"Great. Absolutely perfect."

Whenever someone visited the kingdom, the chores list went above and beyond the usual. Every room had to be spotless, beds made, laundry done, everything dusted, mopped, swept, ect. You cursed to yourself as you grabbed your list of chores. It was a sheet of parchment at least 3 feet long. You let out a small puff of air as your eyes moved down the list.

"Well. I guess I better start working."

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The day dragged on forever. You kept falling further behind schedule as you worked then overworked yourself to catch up. You were ready to just lay down and never get back up. Scratch that. You were ready for that two hours ago when the other maids laughed at you for spilling a bucket while you cleaned the floor.

You were finally almost done with your last chore. Laundry. As you were walking to the laundry chute, you tripped over your own feet and dropped the clothing in your arms in a panic. You stuck out your arms to catch yourself before you landed on the cold floor.

"Ow. That wasn't pleasant."

You held up your hands to see them scratched and red. You sighed and tried to get up when you realized you twisted your ankle. You managed to pull yourself to the wall and rested against it. Tears started pricking at your eyes. You let them silently fall until you heard footsteps and a voice from around the corner.

"Y/N? Are you down here?"

You recognized the voice instantly. It was your boyfriend, the best person in the world. Varian. You quickly wiped the tears off your face, not wanting him to see you cry. It didn't work very well as more tears came. You cleared your throat and answered Varian.

"Yeah, I'm down here."

"Finally! I've been looking for you everywhere! Let me tell you, those other maids are not very good at keeping track of yo...."

Varian came out from around the corner and he immediately knew something was wrong. You could tell by the look on his face when he took in the scene. The laundry, you crying by the wall, your swollen ankle. He quickly rushed to your side and knelt next to you.

"Y/N! What happened?"

"I was trying to finish up the laundry so that I could be done with my chores but I tripped over nothing, and now I twisted my ankle, and I've just been doing everything wrong today, and I'm so far behind schedule, and no one even bothered to ask if I need help, and now I've been talking for too long and I just want to go bed, and I'm just so tired of being under-appreciated and-"

You stopped at the sudden hug that Varian gave you.

"I am so sorry this happened to you, Y/N. I should've helped you get some things done."

"It's alright, V. You had your own duties to attend to. You don't need to help some hand-maid do her job when you're the Head Royal Engineer."

"I could've left. It would have been fine. They don't need the Engineer there to greet some foreign people. Besides, I know for a fact that I make a fantastic hand-maid."

You giggled, as you wiped away the remaining tears. As if to prove his point, Varian picked up the laundry and put it down the chute. He smirked at you and picked you up and kissed your forehead.

Varian carried you to the medical wing and set you down on one of the beds. He kissed your knuckles and smiled at you. He walked over to a doctor and explained that you had twisted your ankle. The doctor came over with some gauze to wrap your ankle.

After the doctor was done, Varian sat next to the bed and held your hand. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.

"I hope tomorrow is a better day for you."

"Yeah. Me too. In all honesty, I really just want to sleep tomorrow. Today was really tiring and I'm ready to sleep for a week."

Varian snickered and gave you a soft smile.

"Well if you're ready to sleep, I should probably go."

Varian got up to leave but you pulled him back down.

"No. I like you here."

You smiled sleepily and yawned. You held Varian's hand tight and would not let go.

"Alright. Guess I'm staying here."

You nodded and closed your eyes as Varian started rubbing his thumb over your knuckles again. You fell asleep quickly, a serene smile on your face. Varian soon followed, worn out by the day, but his hand never left yours.

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@sweetaeyoung

#varian x reader #varian #varian fluff #tts varian #tts #rta #rta varian #varian the alchemist #tangled series #rapunzel's tangled adventure

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liyuesbian · 3 years ago

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hi! this so my first time requesting on your blog so i’m very excited but back to the point would i have some taking care of you when you’re sick stuff for jean, ganyu, and ningguang.

if you aren’t up to writing this or are uncomfortable w this request feel free to ignore best of wishes bye bye !!

contains: sick fic!au, college!au with jean, modern!au with ganyu and ningguang

notes: ahh what i coincidence! i got my 2nd covid vaccine the day you requested this AHAHA meaning, i did have a bit of a fever but i was alright after a day :) btw i should've specified in my carrd that i don't do general hcs so i wrote scenarios for each chara bc those tend to be longer! (also, you're my first ever request tysm <3)

jean

you're the sickly patient yet jean is the one panicking and freaking out.

your childhood friend had called you a while ago after she heard that you hadn't gone to any of your lectures today.

she asked about your whereabouts and whether you were alright or needed anything.

"i'm all good," you try to mask your hoarse voice but nothing gets past the criminology and psychology major. "i'm not dying or anything."

"are you absolutely positive?"

the last two words are embedded with doubt and you just know she's trying her hardest not to succumb to her caregiving instincts.

you sigh.

"yeah."

you hang up saying you'll be alright on your own, that she doesn't have to be troubled but a part of you regrets your words.

maybe it would've been good to receive help in a state such as your own.

however, there's nothing you can do about it now and you'd feel pretty mean if you made jean come over when she must have other things on her plate.

an hour passes and you get up groggily to eat something.

as you're scouring the kitchen for food, you come to a realisation.

shit, there's nothing to eat.

you groan, irritated. i was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday. how could i forget?

there's no chance of you doing any errands today so instead, you pour yourself a glass of water and jump into bed, burying yourself in pillows.

not even a moment later, someone barges into your room without knocking.

you know who it is before they say anything.

"jean!" you chastise. "what are you doing?"

your throat is sore and it hurts to talk so you end up in a fit of coughs.

"see, you aren't fine at all," she tuts. "you have to tell me if you're unwell or else i'll never know."

you exhale and pout.

"it seems like you knew this time though."

you lift yourself up to a sitting position to emphasise your point but when you do, your head suddenly starts to spin.

your friend notices and hurries to your side to keep you upright.

"are you okay?" she whispers tenderly.

you shake your head but the movement makes you more light-headed.

exhausted, you press your forehead into the crook of jean's neck.

"you're nice and cold," you murmur.

the physical contact relieves your growing body temperature.

but the chill is lost when jean moves a hand to your neck and then your head.

"we need to take your temperature—you're boiling."

jean takes her hand off your forehead and for a second, you miss her touch.

"i don't have a thermometer though," you admit.

"you... don't have a thermometer?" jean asks, shocked.

"i just never thought it was necessary," you reply with a shrug.

she stares at you in disbelief then shakes her head.

"you should've told me." she tucks you into bed with an ice bag on top of your head.

seeing her face up close, you notice the creases engraved between her eyebrows and the way she chews on the inside of her left cheek as a result of her worry.

jean holds your gaze briefly and you observe her pupils dilate.

the intimacy makes you both feel self-conscious and you part your lips to breathe in some much needed air.

she allows a small smile to form and says she'll pop out for a quick trip to the pharmacy but before she sets off, she makes sure to quickly add, "stay here and don't move."

you giggle softly.

as if you had any energy left to move.

for some reason, the statement plagues you and you pull up your blanket to hide a section of your face.

stop making me feel special, jean.

after she returns with bags of food—yes, she noticed your empty fridge—and medicine in her arms, jean catches your sleeping form.

she places the bags quietly on the floor and sits next to you.

you begin to stir when you sense the mattress dip and a person's fingers brushing the hair away from your face.

"hello again." you yawn and remember what jean said before she departed.

"what would you have done if i'd left?"

"i have the thermometer," jean waves the packaged product in her hand. "...and to answer your question, i probably would've found you and put you in solitary confinement," jean chuckles.

"but... i'm not klee!"

she shrugs in reply.

"i'll be in the kitchen making some soup for you," the psych major points to your abdomen. "i heard your stomach rumbling in your sleep."

"wait, really?!"

ganyu

you can hear the pitter patters of raindrops against the hospital window.

oddly, it soothes your splitting headache and the soundscape is enough to help you drift off to sleep.

you're one of the liyue qixing's secretaries and your being ill is most likely due to the abundance of overtime you'd volunteered to do recently.

the reason behind your late hours were kept under the guise of "needing the extra pay" but in reality, you had witnessed ganyu and her habit of taking on extra hours.

you could tell it wasn't doing her any good so you thought if you offered your own services, she would eventually stop.

of course, the notorious workaholic didn't follow the plan you had imagined in your head.

either way, you got a lot more out of doing overtime than you had expected.

after spending more time with ganyu, she started to grow on you and her presence was a comfort especially in the workplace: the rumours about her being extremely efficient and diligent were more than accurate!

perhaps it was that you'd gotten too used to being around her and matching her abnormal pace that you'd finally landed yourself in a&e.

the doctor had told you that you'd collapsed from overwork and urgently needed to take a break and stay hydrated—that's another thing added to your list of worries.

first, the almost certain pile of documents already on your desk and then your lack of water intake.

yet here you are, lying in bed doing nothing to improve either.

except for, maybe, the later.

you shift over into a fetal position, away from the door, and shut your eyes tight, trying to keep your mind off your terrible fate until you hear a soft rap.

you assume it's one of the nurses coming to do their checkups so you call out to allow them in.

"hi," you hear a timid voice. "huixin told me you aren't feeling very well."

you recognise the voice and lift your head over your shoulders to confirm your guess.

a blue-haired woman dusts the rain from her bangs and sets an unopened umbrella to the side to balance against the wall.

mini puddles pool around her feet, her raincoat dripping from the weather.

the momentary silence between the two of you enhances the melody of the downpour outside but it's broken when you ask about work.

as she talks, her eyes settle on your figure under the covers and she stops, concern evident on her face.

ganyu makes a beeline to the side of the bed you're facing.

she cups your head in her hands and scans your hollowed face with worried eyes.

your heart soars when she does this and the continuous pounding against your ribcage makes it hard to breathe.

she's too close.

when ganyu finally retreats, you compose yourself to find the words to ease her fretting.

"i-i'm really fine," you respond somewhat unconvincingly as it's soon followed with a bout of coughs and sniffles.

ganyu frowns.

"you're really not... i'll assist in nursing you back to health."

she neatly places her jacket on the chair nearby and brings a basket of fruits to the table next to you.

"oh—! i also noticed your paperwork accumulating so i went ahead and did the majority of it."

dumbfounded, your eyes widen.

"you really didn't have to!"

alarmed, you attempt to sit yourself up but fail.

your coworker rushes to your side.

"please be careful." she berates you. "i feel partly responsible for your condition... after all, i did push you a bit hard and it wasn't even during your work hours!"

her expression is one of remorse and it makes you wince.

"no, it was my choice to do extra and besides," you console. "i don't regret any of it—you helped make it a lot more bearable."

and you give her the best smile you can muster.

you aren't sure if what you said was too direct but you hope you got your point across.

shyly, you glance up to examine her reaction only to see pink shades dusted on her cheeks.

why is she blushing?

ganyu's unprecedented response flusters you and when the doctor walks in, he also doesn't know what to make of the two of you and your countenances.

ningguang

"darling, please. i promise you a hot bath will help," ningguang offers but you shake your head underneath the covers.

"i don't want to move," you manage to croak out.

heat sears through your body and your head rings.

there's no way you can force your body to do any sort of activity but your lover keeps insisting.

"you're sure? i prepared a bubble bath though."

your ears perk up when you hear "bubble bath".

you hadn't had one in a long time which makes it all the more tempting.

pretending to half-heartedly give in, you mumble, "oh alright. seeing as you went through all the effort."

ningguang breathes out a laugh and you beam slightly.

she supports you out of bed and asks if you want to be carried.

the idea makes you burn up and you deny her outstreched arms.

that would be way too humiliating! you think to yourself as you follow behind her.

when you're inside the bathroom, your eyes light up as you spot the bathtub filled to the brim with bubbles.

unfortunately, the sudden adrenaline must've been too excessive as your brain feels like it'll hammer through your skull.

you clutch your head in pain but before you can fall to your knees, ningguang catches you.

the scene makes you forget your ails and you giggle.

"are we in a romcom right now?" you say with a weak grin and she returns the favour.

"maybe this is the friends to lovers arc where you spend a week being sick and make me do everything for you," she adds to your banter.

"and when i'm in better health, i'll still continue with the whole 'sick' act to spend more time with you because i secretly like you."

you tap her nose in an endearing manner.

"and then i end up falling for you."

ningguang raises her eyebrows in amusement and lifts her fingers to caress your ears.

her touch brings you back to the reality of the situation and you stumble out of her arms.

"the bubble bath might be going cold!" you remember.

as you're fiddling with the buttons on your pajama shirt, working from top to bottom, ningguang kneels and helps to do the ones from the bottom to the top until you both meet in the middle.

she smiles up at you and you swear it felt like you were a little kid again.

she would make a great mum.

the thought exits your mind as quickly as it had entered.

you can't go thinking about having children in this moment!

behind you, the businesswoman briefly looks away while you strip yourself of your other garments.

she only resumes her gaze when you're submerged into the water and covered in bubbles.

you bring your legs up to your chest and warp your arms around them, leaning back against the bathtub and embracing the warmth of the water.

your head still buzzes but it's tolerable.

as you close your eyes you hear ningguang ask if you'd like some more painkillers but you decline.

"would you like me to wash your hair?"

you can sense the readiness in her voice and it's clear she wants to do something to be of use so you accept her offer.

she reaches for the bottle of shampoo, running it through your hair enough times to work it into a lather.

gently, she massages your scalp and you feel like you've ascended to the heavens.

the pads of her fingers feel pleasant against your skin and you lean into her touch.

you're in such a state of bliss that you could sleep in the bathtub!

it feels nice, having a loved one give you so much attention, ensuring you're loved in return.

and your walls come crashing down when ningguang cups water from the bath and runs it down your shoulders to erase the soap suds all so she could plant small kisses on your back.

"my darling, why are you crying?" ningguang worries. "do you want me to stop? or do you need some medicine?"

you shake your head vehemently.

"i love you so much."

this catches ningguang off-guard but she quickly regains her composure to reply with an: "i love you too, my dear."

you watch as the corners of her lips upturn and her eyes curve into the shape of crescent moons.

"i really do love you."

you hear a chuckle.

"and i love you more."

end notes: hi again! i had to use some prompts for jean's because i couldn't think of an idea for a story. everything i thought of was too similar to ganyu's hehe. here are the prompts that i incorporated! one | two

i feel like i veered off the request for ganyu... i was meant to do something along the lines of "acts of service" for her so while you're ill she would help u out with work and stuff.. maybe i should've written it in ganyu's perspective instead :o

for ningguang, i feel like she would definitely baby you. honestly, i've always wanted to write a bath comfort scene so i thought i'd take the opportunity!

anyway, i hope this was to your liking! i'm really sorry it took so long.

#genshin #genshin x reader #jean #jean gunnhildr #jean x reader #ningguang #ningguang x reader #ganyu #ganyu x reader #genshin fluff #genshin women #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin au #genshin impact

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arson-404 · 3 years ago

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Hello! @bubblyani inspired me to make this!

Truth | 01

Warnings: 18+, lime, blood, death, murder, suicide, depression

Fandom: Lucifer

Pronouns used for reader: she/her (reader is also AFAB)

Enjoy, loves. <3

"Please? It'll be so much fun!"

Your friend said, putting an emphasis on 'fun'.

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Fine, but if either of us gets kidnapped at this club, it's not my fault."

"Oh my God, you're so dramatic."

"It's my talent. When are we going? I have work to do today." You asked, fumbling with a shirt that was on the floor of your bedroom.

"Does eleven o'clock work?"

You glanced over to the clock, reading the time.

7 PM.

You'd be done with work at around eight-thirty.

Thinking for a moment, you reluctantly agreed. "Okay. LUX, right?"

"Yay! Yeah, the owner's super hot. And so is one of the bartenders. Maya? Macie? Something with an 'a' and 'm'."

"Gosh, you thirst over everyone."

"You would, too, if you saw them! Which you will. Well, I don't know if the bartender will be there, but—"

You two talked a while, until you had to do your at-home work.

You liked working at home because you didn't really like going out to work for countless hours, but sometimes it was nice to let loose.

Like at this club you were going to go to, which you were kind of nervous about.

Your mind gave you flashbacks of one night when you just turned twenty-one and went to a club with your friends, Hørizon was the name.

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The sounds of booming music made it's way to your ears, your head pounding.

"Five shots of whiskey over here!"

"Um, I- I don't think I ca..." Too drunk, you couldn't even finish your sentence, as you wobbled a bit in your seat.

A minute later, a whiskey shot was in front of you — too drunk and tempted, you grabbed the small glass, gulping it down.

Delilah's friend, Tina, paid for the drinks.

The burning sensation in your throat didn't affect you much after the many shots you took before.

Your head turned to your best friend, Delilah, -which you had just met a few weeks ago at this time-, who was selecting the first contact in her phone to call, since she was a little too drunk to dial a number manually.

"Heeeeeyy, Fionaa, we're at a club." She slurred her words a bit, giggling. You could hear the faint voice from the phone.

"Oh my God, are you drunk?" Delilah only giggled in response, too drunk to make a coherent response. "Okay, I'm assuming you're at that one club you went to last week, right?" "Mmmhm!" "Are you with anyone else?" "Errr... like, my friends."

You could practically feel Delilah's friend pinch her nose. "How many?" "Uhhh... one... two... four..." She paused. "Fourth!" She said, giggling, adding a -th to the word she meant to say.

"Alright. You're lucky you're my... friend."

And then you blacked out, waking up at Delilah's apartment on the couch, others on the floor or sharing the couch with you.

You still remember that awful hangover you had afterwards.

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You chuckled at the memory, stretching a bit. After finishing an essay for your boss, revising and editing it, you glanced at the clock, checking the time.

8:51 PM.

It was definitely past 8:30, but you weren't going until eleven.

You had time to pick out your outfit, relax, and do some housework if you wanted to -which you didn't want to-.

Standing up, leaving the chair you'd been glued to for almost two hours, you sighed, making your way to the closet.

You rummaged through it, and after a little, you found an outfit you liked.

Humming, you put it on your bed, along with your extra wallet (which had less money than your normal wallet, so when you went to the club, you wouldn't lose a bunch of money from being robbed or losing it) and some water to put in Delilah's car to sober up after the club.

You checked your phone before putting it on your charger.

Footsteps padded against the floor as you made your way to the couch to watch some of your favorite show, 'The Good Doctor'.

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'Some' turned into almost three hours.

And now you had eleven minutes to get ready.

You rushed to the bathroom to do your makeup — not like anyone would see it, anyway. But you liked doing your makeup, not because you were insecure, but because you just liked trying new styles.

And you really liked eyeliner.

(Reference picture, I think it's Niki Nihachu, but I'm not sure.)

After you were done, you shoved the makeup into your container in the bathroom, hastily going to your room, fumbling with the clothing to put it on.

After about five minutes, you succeeded, and grabbed your phone from the charger, opening your messaging app up.

You

Hey, you ready?

Seen at 10:57 PM.

Lilah 💖

yep. i'm already headed there.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

You

Don't text while driving.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

And don't respond to this.

Seen at 10:58 PM.

You turned off your phone, putting it in your pocket, grabbing your stuff, your wallet shoved in your other pocket, two bottles of water in the other hand.

A few minutes later, your door opened to reveal your friend in a clubbing outfit, her curly black hair mostly laying on her right shoulder.

She had a see-through black top with another top under it, the same color.

Delilah had a black bag, the actual bag part laying on her right hip, the strap on her left shoulder.

She had a black skirt-shorts with a red and black plaid flannel tied around her waist.

The beautiful woman also had long, black, high heeled boots, going up to under her knees, but short enough to walk.

Her tattoos were slightly visible on the lower thighs.

(What I based her off of. Not sure who this is!)

"If I wasn't planning on making a move on that bartender — if she's there, I would try to date you, oh my God, you're gorgeous." Her lips formed a flirtatious, but platonic joke.

"Oh my gosh, you're definitely prettier, what the hell do you mean?" You smiled, winking.

"Alright, you've convinced me, I'm prettier." She said, shrugging her shoulders. You let out a playful pout, "Damn, I'm so broken."

"Whatever, you'll get over it. Let's go!" She smiled, tugging your arm, taking the water bottles and putting it in her bag so you could lock the door.

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Soon, you both arrived at the fancy, famous club called LUX.

Excitedly, your friend, Delilah, got in line with you, figuratively jumping up and down with joy.

"Oh my God, you'll love it here, Y/n. All of the men, women, and enbys are definitely gonna hit on you, bae."

"Assuming I'd be confident enough to let them approach me."

She rolled her eyes, chuckling.

You both got closer and closer to the doors of the provocative strip club, you both paid your halves when you finally approached the doors.

Stepping into the building, you both smiled. 'This time, I won't drink as much.' You promised yourself.

Oh, how promises break.

Immediately, Delilah went to the bar — partly for the drinks, but mostly because she saw a particular bartender.

Giggling at the absurdity of her actions, you went to a couch, not drunk enough to have confidence to talk to people or dance — not that most of them would remember, considering how many had drinks in their hands.

You fiddled with a silver ring you had bought about a month ago, which laid on your index finger.

"Why, hello! I've never seen you here before! I would remember a face like yours." A velvet voice was heard, oddly close to you.

'Wait, are they talking to me?'

You whipped your head up, mouth parted a little.

There stood a tall, dark haired man with dark eyes, a black suit with a slightly visible white shirt under it, black, shiny shoes on his feet.

You swallowed. "Hello..."

You should've gotten drunk beforehand.

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Hello, everyone! I have no clue how drinking or hangovers work, or strip clubs, since I'm 18, but I hope it's not too far off. 🖤

Sorry it took so long to get to Lucifer, it's more of an introduction to some characters in this chapter.

Also, Delilah is bisexual, and goes by she/they.

The reader is possibly bi-curious, it depends on your view of the reader. <33

Delilah may have a lil' crush on Maze and just thinks Lucifer is hot, haha

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer imagines #lucifer morningstar imagines #x reader #female reader

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doodleybugg · 2 years ago

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Happy Eddie x reader fluff??🍪🍪🍪 Maybe a player at his table or a personal concert or something??

tags: fluff, cursing, gn!reader (you/they pronouns used), tired eddie >>, established relationship, the fruity four™ are in a band together (change my mind), everyone in this fic is graduated, ronance <3

An annoying, whiney set of beeps played from the small alarm clock on the bedside table next to Eddie's bed. I wonder what that thing's still doing here, it's hardly loud enough to get through to him while he's sleeping. Luckily, I wasn't so much of a heavy sleeper, or that thing'd go off for hours at a stretch, possibly until late afternoon when Eddie would finally wake up on his own. Speak of the devil, I think as he rolls over, still dead asleep. I'm propped up on my arms, elbows denting the memory-foam pillow I'd brought originally for Eddie, but he didn't like it. Said it was 'too hard'.

His hair was more of a mess than usual, strands flying every which way. A drop of drool hid on the corner of his lips, his mouth slack. I smiled at how peaceful he looked asleep, almost sorry to disturb him.

Almost.

Reaching out to shake him did nothing, at least not really. He groaned and rolled over and fell right back asleep.

"C'mon Eds, we gotta get going. It's almost 9 already." I pleaded as I kept bugging him, playing with his mess of hair, poking his cheeks, lifting and dropping his arm.

"Go 'way.." He murmurs, voice quiet and low with sleep, still holding an edge of stubbornness to it. Well, I was stubborn too.

"Eddie." I started. He groaned again, louder this time, and rolled over again so he could face me. I wipe away eye gunk that holds his eyes mostly closed, "You still need to pack, we have almost a 8-hour drive ahead of us today and you're not even awake yet, babes."

"I knoooowww!" He whines, hand raised to move hair out of his face.

"Do you, now?" I raise an eyebrow. He nods. "Then why aren't you getting up and ready?"

He furrows his brows and finally opens his eyes to look at me. "Ready for what?"

I don't even know how to respond without laughing, so I move to get up, tugging the blanket away from Eddie as he whines and rolls over into a ball, a mess of hair and a tangle of limbs. He's like a kid when he's tired, I've noticed. But I can't exactly deal with that today. I'm surprised none of the others are already breaking down the door with how late it is already. The show is tomorrow night, giving us today to drive out to Charlotte and get settled into the hotel, and most of tomorrow to go sightseeing if everyone's up for it. That is, if Eddie ever gets up out of bed.

I fold the blanket in your arms, watching Eddie writhe in the cold and struggle dramatically, hoping I'd pity him and let him sleep. It didn't take long for him to realize that wouldn't work for him, evident in his unamused expression as he sat up to glare at me.

"There you are!" Exaggerated excitement laces my tone, and I drop the blanket on the floor to go get dressed. "I believe in you, Eds, now hurry up. We should've been gone half an hour ago."

He checks the calendar, finally realizing the date, and moves to grab a shirt from his dresser. We both packed last night, leaving very little to be done before going, which was ideal.

Almost the very same second we pull up in Robin's driveway, the girl bounds out the door with a backpack bouncing on her back, full enough you'd guess she was moving out to Traverse, not spending a weekend while Eddie and the rest of the band (titled All Upside Down) were performing.

She opened the door to the passenger's seat of the van to pull me into an awkward bear hug, then ran around the other side to do the same to Eddie, who hasn't set down his large coffee since we stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru, babbling the entire time despite the fact we've seen her just yesterday. That was the thing with Robin, she could find something to entertain anyone with, even if said person spent the entirety of the previous week with her. Robin talked from the backseat all the way to Steve's house, giving so little time between each sentence that neither I or Eddie had a chance to chime in with anything more than 1 syllable. Around halfway through the relatively short drive, She'd gotten ahold of my iced coffee, and dramatically complained about how it 'needed more sugar'.

Steve was on his deck when Eddie pulled up, along with Dustin and Lucas. Lucas seemed like he was trying to console the other boy, who, no doubt, was in severe distress at the thought of both Steve and Eddie leaving him alone for the weekend. Nancy had offered to stay back and watch over the kids, and Dustin was actually the first to say no.

"We don't need a babysitter, Nance, and we don't need pity either!" He'd said when we'd discussed the plans last week.

"What's Steve and Eddie, then?" Nancy laughed, fixing the low ponytail that she wore at the time.

"Our moms" Dustin had insisted, all but stamping his foot.

Mike had shook his head, embarrassed.

"Your moms." He enunciated, though it was clear he felt at least very similar.

Steve waved over at us and Dustin had spoken very loudly. I didn't catch what he said, but he sounded very hurt, very upset.

Steve was still rattling off reminders when he got into the backseat with Robin, "I'm gonna call tonight, okay? Remember to eat at least 3 meals today, go to bed on time,-"

Eddie cut him off by driving away.

Our last pick-up, Nancy, lived closer to the center of town, in a cushy 3-story-house. I spotted her in her bedroom window as Eddie parked the van, and she waved before disappearing, and walking out the front door moments later. She looked tired, probably from a restless night, as she hopped into the van and we started off on our adventure.

should i make a part two?

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie my love #stranger thing s4 #eddie munson st4

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