#when i was drawing the rest i thought about how as a kid i use to draw sonic characters really edgy

[danny-doodles]

Thinking steddie thoughts..

Steve used to have braces in freshman year and he was so embarrassed he only did tight lipped smiles. Eddie and him are sat next to each other in an art class and are forced to draw their seat neighbors. They have to show each other their drawings, Steve shyly shows his of Eddie and when Eddie compliments it Steve forgets about his braces and smiles wide, just so happy he did good. Eddie then sees Steves braces for the first time and is struck dumb. Steves cheeks are so flushed they match the red bands he has on.

After a beat or two Steve realizes he was showing his braces and thinks Eddie is frozen in horror. He immediately shuts his mouth and tries to explain how he knows they look horrible, meanwhile Eddie is dying cause Steve when he allows himself to smile was somehow cuter than anyone else hes seen. Eddie finally blurts out that the red bands suit Steve and he doesn���t think they look bad. Steve is somehow blushing even harder and quietly thanks him.

Throughout the rest of the year Steve would only have red bands and the only person who got to see him smile without his shut lips was Eddie who purposely tried to make as many jokes as possible to see Steves full smile again.

Maybe even a kid makes fun of Steve by calling him Metal Mouth and Eddie makes him feel better by saying it sounds like a nickname for a rockstar or something and makes Steve feel less embarrassed. Idk I just miss Steddie and love puppy love aus

[tibbythetiger]

Feeling inspired and sharing out some head cannons!

I think that all of the Thunderbolts* take up simple, hobbies to help with stress management. It started out as Bob’s idea, as he had seen something on Tik Tok and decided it would help. He had gotten John to agree doing it first, by simply reading his descriptions he had gotten of books of his for you page, as John told him which ones he thought sounded interesting, Bob started buying them and placing them around the tower and well, that was how John became a semi-avid paperback reader. Bob meanwhile, becomes obsessed with cozy-gaming, he’s got them all, Stardew, Unpacking, Minecraft (though he really only plays that one when no one else is around because they all have too many opinions and after letting Alexei play the one time Bob was not sharing his world.) Bucky claims he doesn’t need a cozy hobby, but he does crochet in the armchair situated in the corner, while Bob rests his head in John’s lap while they game and read. Yelena builds odd contraptions for her Guinea pig, and occasionally she does archery. However she won’t allow anyone to see her do it, train with her or tell them where she goes to train, but every time she does she comes back slightly misty eyed and has odd children’s drawings she starts hanging up on her bedroom walls. Alexei takes up scrap booking and he’s constantly taking pictures of them sprawled across the Tower at any time he can. Ava gets into ASMR and will hide away in her room and watch for hours.

While the others had initially sighed and rolled their eyes at his antics, the others slowly begin to realize that despite his asshole-ness, John is loyal almost to his complete detriment. What’s he’s loyal to is generally his principles, but there are larger things, like team hierarchy, agreed upon conditions that he takes with 100% sincerity. The second they decide to become a team, he’s incredibly loyal to each and every one of them. Because of this, the team feels the oddest bit protective of him. It’s not that they think he’s naive, they know he’s not, but that sometimes he simply takes things at face value and tries not too look too far into the future to see if this could go against him. Bob is always annoyed and pissy whenever John has to attend press conference, media briefings or public events as Val uses his loyalty to her advantage and she always twists his words, actions or image against him in some way or another. After the first few times, John is no longer allowed to attend those things alone, and eventually not at all.

I think that at one point, Bob and John have a conversation about John’s time as Captain America, his initial meeting with Bucky and Sam and Lemar’s passing. While discussing Bucky, John mentions offhandly that despite their differences he had been very excited to meet Bucky and had always looked up to him as kid. He’d admitted he feels silly about it now, knowing Bucky on a much more personal level as well. Because of this, Bob develops a little bit of a jealous streak. He thinks part of it is because of that little tidbit John had dropped, and that despite their grumbling John does look to Bucky for his guidance and leadership. It’s silly and he knows that, but still Bob can’t help but get a little jealous whenever he sees Bucky and John speaking together. So maybe Bob handles it all in a really mature and adult way, by you know stealing John’s sweaters and pants whenever he can and wearing them around the Tower, but especially in the areas that Bucky is around. He and John are already pretty physically affectionate, but if John happens to be standing talking to Bucky, maybe Bob simply wraps his arms around his waist and burrows his face in his back, or if he’s really desperate, in his chest. Bucky raises his eyebrows and looks a little bewildered and confused, but doesn’t question it. John does not pick up on it, at least until he and Bucky had come back from sparring. Bob had walked past just as John was peeling off his sweaty shirt and well, the next thing Bob knew he was passing by and nipping at John’s cheek as he passed. John had simply laughed as Bucky had raised his hands and turned away. He’d asked as a joke, if Bob was jealous and well, Bob had simply flushed and stammered out some poor excuses. John laughed, kissed Bob and then ensured he made his favorite for dinner that night.

I have a small one-shot that’s inspired by the jealousy head-cannon I have here, but I’m not sure if I want to post it or not…. We’ll see!

[l4tchk3y]

I thought it would be fun to draw Espio using a couple different weapons and it was. :3

[triglycercule]

oh yeah before i forget cute mttpoly headcanon because i said so: when killer finds out (through SOME way of means. he has his ways) that dust and horror like something then at every chance he can he goes and finds that thing for them :3 because I SAID SO AND IT'S CUTE ‼️‼️ (something something killer has no idea how to properly show affection and appreciation after believing his whole life was meant to cause pain and suffering to those close to him and now that he's trying he does silly goofy stuff like this hehe,,,,,,, dust is DROWNING in piles of fluffy blankets and books. horror cannot keep up with eating the amount of snacks killer keeps stealing for him 😞😞😞)

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[meo-eiru]

Since I'm busy working on a valentines day drawing I thought we could do something different until I'm done with that. Trivia night! I'll be writing what's basically a compilation of fun facts we've already established or haven't learned yet. We will also learn more about their backstories.

For tonight we have Silas

Silas has a mom and dad but isn't close with neither of them

As a child he was quite needy compared to other elven kids

Elves almost never stray too far away from the elven village but Silas liked to play in the depths of the forest

He learned about humans from a story book he found while playing in the forest

He was amazed by the colorful imagery and the familial relationship depicted in the book and wanted to have the same, which kickstarted his human hyperfixation

He's currently the most knowledgeable elf in humans within the village

His house is located quite far away from the village, he can still reach there by walking but it's not somewhere where the other elves can just stumble upon

He likes sweet things like fruits or honey but dislikes the taste of meat so doesn't feed it to you much as well

He, just like the other elves, while natural with most other living things, hates all demonic creatures

He's very nice and sweet with you but wouldn't glance twice at other forest creatures and is actively hostile towards demons

Of course he would never let you see him make that kind of face

He thought of using magic to make you live as long as he does but it feels like tempering with your humanity so if you die he's planning to die with you

He's actually not that good at magic compared to other elves, he just knows the basics and relies on books for the rest

He's average height for an elf

He doesn't like leaving bite marks or hickeys on your body because it feels like dirtying your perfect form

But he really likes it when you mark his skin, whether they are hickeys or wounds

While more compassionate than other elves, Silas does have a bit of a superiority complex like them

For example, unlike other elves he does see the intelligence of humans but would still say elves are smarter

He doesn't have any ill intentions with it, to him it's just like saying a unicorn is be better than a horse

He doesn't like eating carrots because he thinks they look like elf ears

He loves learning more about you but dislikes hearing about your family

He doesn't want you to have pets, only the two of you are allowed inside his house

He does have a bathroom in his house but it's just a replica of what he saw in books and isn't actually that functional

If you want to use the bathroom for your baths instead of the river like he does, he just carries the water from the river to his house then uses magic to make it rain on you like a shower head

Even if you don't allow him inside the bathroom he still watches from the window

He has a diary where he writes everything you do in a day, from what activities you did to how many times you blink on average

If you offered to live in a human city with him he would refuse, while he likes humans you are his utmost priority and it's better for you to be inside his house away from everyone's reach

[yanderedrabbles]

This is a thought I’ve had ever since i read your yandere outlaws story: what if you (try to) run away with one of the outlaws…could you even do that…. Would the poor guy even survive if you two get caught

Which of the yandere outlaws would run away with you?

CW: noncon, violence, knife play

You can't exactly ask the boss to run away with you. He's got responsibilities, authority. His men rely on him. If he wasn't the boss though? Yeah, in that case his loyalty would stretch very far at all.

The gunslingers absolutely would. But is it really a good idea? Without the boss around, there's no one keeping them in check. How much tighter will their grip be, with no one to scold them for the bruises?

They're the type to make you earn their help, and then force you to keep paying off that favour for the rest of your life.

"Mighty dangerous thing you're askin' pretty."

"How you gonna compensate us for our trouble?"

The wrangler absolutely wouldn't. Which is a real pity, since he's probably the only one with the skills to evade tracking. But he's also loyal to a fault.

"I wish I could beauty, but there are some debts that can never be repaid."

The kid, hmm. Yes. Maybe. It depends on how much time they give him. The outlaws know he's still soft, so I don't think they'll leave him alone with you for too long. He's young and guilty. You can definitely manipulate him.

"I'll...I'll do it. Just don't tell anyone, 'kay?"

The second in command, the man who claims to love you. You'd think all it would take is batting your pretty eyes and asking him to take you away from all this. And you'd be partly right. If it was any other gang, he'd be gone with you by morning.

But despite all their flaws, these outlaws are his brothers. He owes the boss his loyalty.

He's also a practical man. He knows it will be considered a betrayal. And the boss isn't one to let that slide. Even if he did make it out with you, he'd spend his whole life looking over his shoulder. And what kind of life is that?

"No. You belong here. Nowhere else."

But let's ignore all of that and assume you do manage to run away. How will the outlaws react to you and the traitor?

The boss will shoot them. It doesn't matter who. And then he'll bend you over the nearest thing and fuck some sense into you. Rough this time. Not holding back. You've proven kindness is wasted on you. Anal probably, dry and unprepped.

You realise for the first time exactly how thin his patience is. How cold and terrifying his anger. He'll be clipped and curt the entire time. "Move it." "C'mere." "Suck it." No sweet pet names this time, no treating you like his little girl. You want that softness? You're going to have to earn it back.

The gunslingers will make a game of it. Say whoever finds you gets to have you all week. They'll kill the traitor slow. Maybe leave him out for the ants and coyotes. And then they'll tell the boss you need to be punished.

They're the kind of bastards who'll slap a knife against your pussy just to see you shiver, scrape the tip against your inner thighs. Never drawing blood but always getting oh so close. 

Double penetration too, until you're too cock drunk and hurt to even think about running.

The wrangler is the one who can track you down the fastest and also the first one to figure out if you're plotting something. He won't tell the others. He'll just follow you and come out of the dark like a ghost. Shotgun levelled right at your heart. He won't kill the traitor, but the cold glint in his eyes shows you exactly how close he is to doing it.

When he gets you home, he'll make you sleep in his bed. So if anyone mentions your absence, he can say you were with him.

He won't be angry with you. Instead, he'll just hold you. His chin on the crown of your head as you sob into his chest.

"I'm sorry beauty. But there really is no way out. Wherever you run, I will always find you."

If it's the boy who finds you, it's a toss up. He might let you go, might remember how much you cried that first day. He might still be a good person at heart.

Or, he might see this as his opportunity to finally earn the rest of your body. That's what the gunslingers said, remember? If he wants to fuck you, he needs to earn it. And what better way than to bring you home?

The second in command almost never gets angry, but this time? He doesn't even bother with a gun. He kills the traitor with a knife. Rips his throat out and leaves him to bleed out on the desert sand.

He's explosive. Grabs you by the jaw and throws you against the wall. Kisses you before you can fall, ripping your clothes off with one hand. He's the worst of them all when it comes down to it. His anger making him twice as cruel and thrice as callous.

He fucks you with the other man's blood still splattered across his face.

"You wanna be like that? Don't like it when I'm nice? Fine."

He'll fuck you dry, his hand around your throat the entire time. His lips just the tiniest bit away from yours, just watching the fear and the tears. Revelling in them. When you're done, he shoves you down on the bed.

"Open your fucking mouth."

He'll make you suck the blood and come off his cock, pulling your hair so hard it gives you a migraine.

He'll grab your jaw so hard the bones ache, and yank you up to his lips.

"I'll fucking kill you next time."

You believe him. 

[bullet-prooflove]

Lipstick: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @cosmic-psychickitty @puredicks @queenslandlover-93

Prequel piece to:

Crisis

ASMR For The Soul

Something To Complain About (NSFW)

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

It’s the second date and you’re wearing lipstick.

It’s stunning shade of fire engine red that Robby hasn’t been able to take his eyes off all night, especially now back here in your apartment as he sits on your couch, his coffee cup left untouched on the side table.

“I think you’ve been working too hard.” You murmur as your hands come to rest on his knees, parting this thighs.  You kneel down in front of him and his cheeks colour at the implications. “And I think you need help relaxing.”

There’s been a tension in him all night, a remnant of the shift he was on before he took you out tonight. He finds it hard to relax when it’s been intense, everything feels too raw, too stark, his leg jangles, he finds himself checking his watch, a repeated anxious habit from The Pitt. That nervous energy is enough to scare anyone off.

Not you though.   

You have a lowkey understanding of it from your work as a lifeguard. You’ve lost count of the amount of kids you’ve pulled from the deep end of a city pool because their parents couldn’t get off their phones for a minute.

“Oh is that what you think?” He murmurs as his fingertips tuck an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “You could be right.”

“I know I’m right.” You tell him as you unzip his trousers. His cock juts out through his underwear, the dark fabric already damp with pre-cum. “It’s the lipstick isn’t it? That’s what’s got you all hot and bothered.”

“It may do a little something for me.” He admits, biting his lower lip as you draw his underwear down past his hips. “I’m not used to-”

A loud moan escapes his mouth as your fingers wrap around the shaft, pumping slowly.

“You’re not used to women dressing up for you or getting on their knees and worshipping you?” You question.

“Fuck.” He hisses through his teeth as your tongue swipes over the tip. “No, I-”

“Oh Robby.” You tut as you lick up the shaft, your eyes locked on his. “Those women before me, they didn’t know how to treat you did they? Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make sure you get everything you deserve.”

You envelope him then and the noise that leaves his throat, it’s goddamn filthy. His gaze comes to rest on those lips, the red smearing across his dick and it ignites something in him, something desperate, something wild.

“Allegra.” He whispers, his hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck, keeping you close. He starts to thrust and he feels you smile around his cock, because Robby, he never takes what he needs. He just gives until there’s nothing left.

The sound of his hitched breathes echo through the living room, each one louder and more punctuated as he fucks your mouth, that ecstasy rising up in him like a wildfire building and building until it sears through his synapses, obliterating every single thought in his head.

He cries out your name as he climaxes, his release spilling down your throat in long hot spurts as his grip tightens, holding you in place. You drink him down like whiskey, your tongue tracing over him, licking him clean before you pull off with a lewd ‘pop’.

You’re a mess, lipstick smeared across your mouth, lips pert and glistening. He runs his thumb over them before pushing it inside and you bite down on the pad sending a jolt of electricity right down to his dick.

“You fucking beautiful.” He tells you, because there is something inside you that calls to him, it’s been there ever since he first laid eyes on you teaching that lifeguard class to Jake.

“Oh Robby.” You say, standing up and reaching behind you to unfasten the tie on the back of your dress. “You haven’t even seen me naked yet.”

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[nerdygirlramblings]

omegaverse 141

a/n part of this once again inspired by @dragonnarrative-writes and their comment on a previous chapter. also, if you have ideas for a title, that'd be great 😂

cw: a/b/o dynamics and typical omegaverse breeding (m! and f! omegas can get pregnant) mentioned

previous

In the interim between your meeting with Captain Price and dinner with the task force you call your family pack. You know your moms and dad will give you their honest opinions, and right now you want that more than anything.

"Hey pretty girl," Dad says when he picks up the video call. "Everything okay? You usually don't call on a weekday unless we've planned it." For a moment you simply take in his smile and the way he's trying to reassure you.

You deflect. "How are you feeling, Dad?" He's carrying another litter, and after losing the last two, you know how important it is to everyone that this one is successful.

"Your moms have pretty much put me on bed rest," he says, rolling his eyes. "But you called us, honey, what's going on?"

You sigh. This is what you called them for. "Well, I wanted your opinion on something," you tell him.

"Just my opinion, or do you want the moms' too?"

You tell him you want everyone's opinion, so he moves through your childhood home to where your moms are, each room he passes drawing forth another bittersweet memory that has you missing him and your pack even more.

He finds your moms in your childhood bedroom, being transformed into a nursery, again. He sits on the rocking chair you remember, the one that floated between the three kids' bedrooms each time there was a new litter. Once your moms are standing behind Dad, you tell everyone about the offer to join Price's task force, and by extension his pack.

The more you tell them, the more your mind snags on how appealing being part of a pack is. But you can't help but be scared of the implications of that desire. Despite how Price laid things out, it's going to be hard enough to prove you're worthy of being on the 141, and if you become part of their pack, you'll never escape the talk about sleeping your way on the task force.

Your parents can tell your mind is somewhere else when you hear Mum insert your name into Bowie's "Space Oddity."

"Sorry, Mum. Wha' was i'?"

"I was just saying this - the task force, I mean - sounds like a great career opportunity. But I can't abide how much more danger this puts you in."

Mama adds, "Sounds like this alpha knew how to broach this. Didn't cock it up. And I agree with Mum, this is much more dangerous than what yer doing now. But sweetie, ya didn't see yerself when ya talked about what this would mean ta ya. And what doors it might open for other omegas like your brother."

You tear up. Both your moms see this for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity it is. You notice no one's mentioned the other half of Price's offer. "Dad?" you prompt, "Wha' da you think?"

Dad watches you for a few minutes, smiling but sad: you can see it in his eyes. "I think you need to say yes, honey. Even if it scares us more, i's the right thing fer you." Your moms don't chime in; they don't need to. But you need want their thoughts on becoming a pack omega, Dad's in particular.

"And the other part?" you ask quietly, looking away.

"Honey, becoming pack omega fer yor moms was one of the hardest and easiest decisions I ever made. I love yer moms," you watch their faces through his declaration, both putting a comforting hand somewhere on him, "and they gave me all of you pups. If Price is as good an alpha as he is a Captain, if 'e's a guiding hand for his pack, then you couldn't have a better mate. In the end, trust your omega."

And that's the crux of the matter isn't it. Your omega has been scratching at your hind brain all afternoon because she wants to take Price up on both offers as soon as possible, but you need to be smart about optics and your career.

You tell your parents you love them and thank them for their honesty, promising to tell them what you decide before the ink dries. You end the call with a few minutes to spare before dinner and take that time to pull your emotions together.

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[eclipixels]

Attention

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Content: Some girl enters Sae's world, and Rin doesn't like the attention his older brother is giving her

A/N: Sae and Rin don't have that beef like they do in the manga/anime. They have a normal sibling relationship of caring about each other while still being annoying af

Warnings: ooc towards the end

[4,114 words]

     It’s strange how a single moment can feel like an eternity, one of those memories that never seems to fade, always lingering at the edge of your thoughts. That one time you met Sae, when he was still a kid, just like you. You didn't know it then, but everything would change.

     You were just some ordinary girl who seemed to always be a bit out of place. Your world was filled with stories, with daydreams, with books you could lose yourself in. You didn't need anything more. But then, you stepped into his world.

     Sae and Rin were two peas in a pod, always inseparable. The older brother and the younger one. The competitive spark between them was so natural it felt like the air around them was charged with it. They were always running, always playing, always making noise. But you? You were content to be on the sidelines, watching, observing.

     But something changed when Sae noticed you.

     It wasn’t some grand moment, not a dramatic turn of events. It was just one afternoon. You were sitting under a large tree by the soccer field, sketching in your little notebook. The grass smelled of fresh dew, and the sound of sneakers pounding against the ground, accompanied by Rin’s occasional shout of encouragement to his brother, filled the air. The light was golden, and everything was peaceful, calm.

     Sae approached quietly, his footsteps barely audible over the rest of the noise. You didn’t see him coming until he was standing over you, blocking the sunlight. His presence made the air feel warmer as he replaced the sun, the space around you suddenly smaller. You looked up from your notebook, blinking in surprise.

     "You’re always here," he said, his tone neither harsh nor soft. It was just… matter-of-fact. Like he'd noticed you before and was curious now.

     You swallowed, unsure of what to say, but you nodded. “I just moved here last month.”

     “What’s your name?” He asked. 

     “Y/n, what's yours?” 

     “Sae” He hummed in response, his eyes scanning your notebook. The pages were filled with rough sketches of trees, flowers, and the world around you, nothing grand or impressive, but to you, it was enough.

     "You drew those?" His voice was different now, less distant, more intrigued.

     “Yeah,” you answered, feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't like you were amazing at it, but it was your thing. 

     Sae tilted his head, watching you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, as though something had clicked, he crouched down next to you, his knees brushing against the soft grass.

     “Can I see?”

     You hesitated, but then nodded, turning the page so he could see. He leaned closer, his gaze intent on the sketches. The silence stretched between you two, and you could feel the weight of his attention. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely something new.

     Finally, after what felt like forever, he straightened up. "You're good," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t draw much, but it’s nice.”

     A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it, unsure of how to react to his praise.

     “Thanks,” you mumbled.

     The moment passed quickly, and soon Sae was up on his feet, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “I have to get back to practice,” he said, pointing toward the field where Rin was already setting up for another round of drills.

     But before he could walk away, he glanced back at you. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “You should come watch.”

     You looked up at him, his face expressionless. It was strange, how much the little comment made your heart flutter, but you simply smiled and nodded, getting up and following him.

     But then, from the edge of the field, you heard a voice that shattered the moment like glass.

     “Oi! Who are you?”

     A little boy who you figured out was Sae’s young brother stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. His younger, innocent face was filled with an unexpected possessiveness, something you'd never seen in a kid before. You blinked in surprise, looking back at Sae, who had stiffened.

     “My name is Y/n” You introduced. 

     For Sae, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Butterflies.

     For Rin, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Organ failure.

     Time passes. Seasons change. And despite Rin’s best efforts, you become a permanent fixture in their lives.

     Sae grows fond of you in ways Rin doesn’t quite understand. It’s in the way Sae lets you steal his food without complaint, in the way he listens when you talk about your day, even if it has nothing to do with soccer. It’s in the way he lingers when you say goodbye, as if he doesn’t actually want you to leave.

     And it was driving Rin crazy. One evening, Rin finally snaps.

     Sae was sitting next to you on the accompanying swing, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze distant. You weren’t sure why he’d chosen to sit next to you today, but you weren’t complaining. His silence was comfortable, even though it made you feel a little out of place sometimes. Still, you’d grown used to his quiet nature, his unreadable expression. It was like he lived in his own world, and for some reason, you had found your own little corner in it.

     “So,” you said, trying to break the silence, “do you think it’s going to rain later?”

     Sae tilted his head just slightly, his eyes flicking to the sky before returning to the distant horizon.

     “Does it matter?” he asked, his voice cool and steady, not a trace of urgency in his words. “It’s just rain.”

     He wasn’t wrong, of course. The rain wouldn’t change much, but it had a way of making everything feel different. The world shifted when it rained.

     “I guess not,” you replied with a shrug, giving the swing a gentle push. The metal creaked under the movement.

     “Hey! What’s going on here?”

     You turned your head, just in time to see Rin marching over from the soccer field, his expression scrunched up in a frown, his small arms waving in frustration. He looked like he was out for blood. When his gaze landed on you and Sae, it was sharp, full of annoyance.

     Sae didn’t even flinch at his younger brother’s sudden appearance. Rin’s gaze flicked back and forth between you and Sae, his hands balling into fists. 

     “You always spend time with her now!” he shot, his tone tinged with betrayl. “Why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

     Your heart sank a little. You could feel the tension building, the unspoken rivalry between the two brothers settling in the air like a storm cloud. Rin wasn’t stupid. He saw how Sae looked at you, how Sae listened to you when you spoke, how he stayed beside you without any real reason. And the younger brother wasn’t having it.

     Sae exhaled slowly, the silence stretching between them. His eyes flickered over to Rin for the first time in the conversation, but they were still distant, unreadable. 

     “It’s not like that,” he said, but there was a hint of frustration behind the words, something sharper than usual.

     You shifted uncomfortably, watching the exchange unfold, not wanting to get caught in the middle. But Rin wasn’t backing down. He turned his attention to you, his little face twisting into something sour.

     “Why are you always around?” Rin asked, his voice suddenly a little more biting. “Why do you keep hanging out with Sae?”

     Your cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t the first time Rin had been rude, but the coldness of his words hit you harder today. Did he really dislike you this much?.

     Sae’s eyes flicked to you briefly, but there was nothing in his gaze, no sign that he’d noticed the hurt in your expression. His attention was still on Rin.

     “Rin,” Sae said, his voice low and firm now, “stop it.”

     But Rin wasn’t done. 

     “Why don’t you care about me anymore, Sae?��� His voice cracked slightly, and the defensiveness in it was clear. “Why do you care so much about her? I’m your brother! We’re supposed to be together, but you’re always with her now, and it’s like I don’t even matter!”

     The words hit harder than you thought they would. There was a raw vulnerability to Rin’s frustration, but it was tangled up in jealousy and childish possessiveness. He was a little boy, trying to figure out where he stood in a world that suddenly felt crowded with things he didn’t understand.

     Sae’s usual stoicism faltered for a moment. His eyes darkened, but his voice stayed cool. “I’m not abandoning you, Rin. Stop acting like this.”

     Rin huffed, clearly hurt, but his little face softened, and he crossed his arms tightly in front of him. “Fine,” he muttered, turning away, “do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

     You could feel the air crackling with the weight of the argument. It wasn’t just that Rin was angry at Sae. It was that Rin was angry at you, too, and it hurt more than you cared to admit. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t want to be the cause of their tension, but here you were, standing on the edge of their world.

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not sure who you were apologizing to, but feeling the need to say something.

     Sae finally turned his head to you, his expression softening slightly. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

     “Yes, it is!” Rin yelled as he stomped his foot down where he stood. 

     “I think I’m gonna go, it looks like it's gonna rain.” Was all you said before quietly getting off the swing and making your way home. Sae watched as you left, feeling a weird concoction of emotions. 

     "Why do you spend so much time with her?" Rin demands as he and Sae walk home. "She doesn’t even play soccer!"

     Sae sighs. "Not everything is about soccer, Rin."

     "It is for you," Rin counters, glaring. "You always say you don’t have time for distractions, so why is she different?"

     Sae stops walking. Turns to look at Rin with an expression that’s unreadable.

     "Because she makes things feel less heavy," Sae says simply.

     Rin doesn’t understand what that means. And so, Rin finally did what all kids do when they didn’t understand something, he went to his parents.

     At dinner that night, he blurted out, “Why does Nii-chan like Y/n more than me?”

     His parents choked on their food.

     Sae, who had been calmly eating, didn’t even blink. “I don’t.”

     “Yes, you do!” Rin shot back. “You always listen to her first, you always talk to her, and you’re nicer to her than me!”

     Sae sighed, as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child which, to be fair, he was. “That’s not true.”

     “It is!” Rin insisted, looking desperately at his parents. 

     “You always smile when she’s around.”

     Sae blinked, as if he hadn’t realized. “No I don’t?”

     “Yeah, you do! You never do that unless she’s around!”

     “S-shut up, Rin!” Sae blushed, coughing awkwardly.

     Their parents exchanged a look. It was an awkward one.

     “Rin,” their father began, “Sae doesn’t like her more than you. He just… likes her in a different way.”

     Rin frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     His mother hesitated. “Well, sometimes, when people get older, they start to like others in a way that isn’t the same as how they like their family.”

     Rin’s frown deepened. “So, he likes her, but not like a family?”

     Sae cleared his throat feeling a little embarassed. “Can we not do this at dinner?”

     Their father looked at him with amusement. “You’re not denying it.”

     Sae said nothing, simply returning to his food, but the tips of his ears turned red.

     Rin stared at him, then at his parents, utterly lost. “So… does that mean Niichan likes her more than me?”

     His parents groaned.

     “That’s not, ” his mother rubbed her temples. “It’s not about ‘more’ or ‘less.’ It’s just… different.”

     Rin slumped back in his chair, thoroughly confused. “That doesn’t make sense…”

     His father chuckled. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

     Rin grumbled under his breath, stabbing at his food, still unconvinced.

     Sae, meanwhile, didn’t say a word for the rest of dinner. 

     —

     One afternoon, Rin was walking home from school. Today was different, Sae had stayed home sick, and Rin found himself making the journey alone. Lost in thought, he absentmindedly took a different route home, straying from the familiar path he normally took. This led him down an unfamiliar street, one that felt strange and unwelcoming.

     As he walked, a group of middle schoolers, much older than him, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. They stood there, sizing him up with menacing grins, clearly up to no good. 

     One of them sneered and asked, "Where you going?" 

     Rin, trying to keep calm, simply ignored them, attempting to maneuver around them and continue on his way. But they weren’t having it.

      "Woah, bud, we asked you a question," one of the boys said, grabbing hold of Rin’s backpack and yanking him back roughly. Panic started to set in, and Rin’s thoughts raced. He didn’t want trouble.

     “Go away! My Nii-chan’s gonna beat you up!” Rin shouted, trying to sound tough, but his voice cracked, betraying his fear. The boys only laughed at his attempt to act brave.

     "Aww, little baby gonna cry?" one of them mocked, and they all laughed in unison. Rin couldn’t understand why they were treating him this way. He hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

     But just as the situation was about to escalate, a voice shouted from behind. "You heard the kid, leave him alone!" The boys turned to see you standing a few steps away, eyes narrowed with determination. When they saw you, they laughed, looking you up and down.

     "Look who’s come to the rescue," one of them sneered, but you didn’t flinch. Without warning, you marched up to the biggest bully, who was still holding onto Rin’s backpack, and punched him square in the face with all the force you could muster.

     "Leave, before I call my police officer dad," you said, your voice sharp and unwavering. Rin, who had been frozen in place, blinked in surprise. Your dad had recently been promoted to sergeant in the town’s police force which was also the reason why you moved here. 

     The bullies realized they were standing right in front of your house, and they knew they didn’t want to face the consequences of messing with you. With a gulp, they turned and ran, disappearing down the street.

     Rin stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Up until that point, he had always seen you as an annoying presence, someone who stuck to his brother like a parasite. But now, in the blink of an eye, you had become someone completely different. You were cool. You saved him. Maybe you weren’t so terrible. 

     "Are you okay, Rin?" you asked, stepping forward and gently checking on him just like Sae would but your tone was far softer than Sae’s. It was as though you had known exactly what he needed, and the way you checked on him was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. Rin, still a little shaken but grateful, nodded.

     "Yeah," he mumbled, still processing everything that had just happened.

     "Want to go grab some ice cream? There’s a shop right over there." You pointed toward a small ice cream shop just down the road. Rin looked over at you, still somewhat speechless, but he nodded again.

     As the two of you walked to the ice cream shop, you turned to him and asked, "So, what were you doing here? This isn’t your usual street."

     Rin felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "I, I made a mistake," he admitted, feeling small under your questioning gaze. He didn’t usually mess up like this, but it felt like his whole world had turned upside down since meeting you.

     Once inside the shop, you asked him what flavor he wanted, and Rin hesitated for a moment. "Blueberry," he said quietly. Normally, Sae would tease him relentlessly for his choice of flavor. Blueberry was a strange choice, and he didn’t understand why anyone would want to risk the inconsistency of it. Some blueberries were tart, some were sweet, and others were mushy. He preferred the safety of strawberry.

     Rin’s eyes widened when he heard you order, "Two blueberry cones."

     "You like blueberry too?" Rin asked, surprised. He had never met anyone else who liked it as much as he did.

     "Yeah!" you replied with a smile, clearly enjoying the simple joy of eating something you liked without worrying about what others thought. Rin was caught off guard by your enthusiasm.

     "Sae doesn’t like it," Rin said, feeling a little embarrassed. "He always makes fun of me for it."

     "Well, Sae can be a little bit of a buzzkill sometimes," you said with a wink, making Rin laugh softly. It was strange to hear you speak about his brother like that, he had always thought you liked Sae far too much to make fun of him like this. 

     As the two of you sat down to enjoy your ice cream, Rin found himself starting to change his mind about you. Maybe he had misjudged you all this time. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

     “Y/n-chan?” He said, terrified that you had hated him from how he’d been treating you ever since you met. But when you looked back at him with just a pure look of curiosity, he felt a little relief in knowing there was still a chance you didn’t completely hate him by now.

     “I’m sorry for all the mean stuff I said about you the other day.” 

     “It’s okay, Rin. I know you didn’t actually mean it.” You reassured, ruffling his hair. He didn’t seem to mind that… for now.

     “I think I was just… a little jealous? It’s a new word we learned in school today. My teacher explained it means feeling upset when someone has something that you really want. I felt jealous because Nii-chan was giving you all of his attention. Mom and Dad told me that it’s because he likes you, but not in a family way, and they said that I’ll understand when I’m older." Rin, without realizing it, had just revealed something about Sae to you.

     “Oh, I see.” You coughed awkwardly before adding, “Rin, it's okay, really. Like I told you before, Sae loves you so much. Don’t ever think that anyone or anything could ever change that.”

     When it was time to head home, you walked Rin back to his house, where Sae was waiting on the doorstep. 

     "Thanks," Sae said, his face turning red when he saw you standing there. He wasn’t used to being caught off guard by you. He had grown worried about where his little brother was and what was taking him so long to get home. He worried and cared about Rin while still being sick. 

     "No problem," you said with a casual shrug, before leaving and making your way back home.

     Rin, still holding his blueberry cone, turned to his brother with a thoughtful expression. "Y/n is kind of cool," he said, his voice quieter than usual. Sae looked at him, stunned.

     "What?" Sae blurted out, his eyes widening in surprise.

     Rin just nodded, a small, genuine smile forming on his face. Maybe he had been wrong about you all along.

     —

     Over the years, Rin's perception of you changed. He didn’t dislike you as much anymore and even started considering you a friend. You played dinosaurs with him whenever you were over and watched his favorite show with him when Sae didn’t want to.

     That said, he never stopped being a pesky brat whenever you and Sae hung out, though he at least learned to give you both some space as you all got older. 

     At times, he’d act as a third wheel just to annoy Sae, secretly enjoying the way his older brother would get frustrated. Rin began to understand what his parents meant when they said Sae liked you differently than how he liked him when you and Sae inevitably started dating. He’d seen it coming, but that didn’t make it any less gross, especially when you two did things like hold hands or share snacks. Ugh.

     One day, just to embarrass Sae in front of you, Rin came up with a ridiculous lie. “Sae, you threw out that bar of soap you cut a hole into, right?”

     “What the hell are you talking about?” Sae yelled. 

     Another time, you and Sae were on his bed, making out, when Rin barged in without so much as a knock. He kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to witness the scene, but eager to embarrass Sae.

     “Sae, I picked up your butt rash cream from the pharmacy since you forgot. You know about that, right, Y/n? Just letting you know in case you two decide to do anything. Don’t want to be picking up two creams.”

     “Get the fuck out!” Sae yelled, hurling a pillow at Rin before quickly locking the door. He’d thought you two were alone.

     “You know he’s just messing around, right?” Sae gave a nervous smile as he turned back to you. You just chuckled in response. “I-I don’t have a ras—” You cut him off with a kiss, continuing your makeout session from before.

     One day, Rin started acting a little different, and you immediately noticed. After all these years, it reminded you of how Sae acted when he first had a crush on you.

 ��   Oh my god. Rin has a crush.

     “Shh,” you whispered to Sae, who was just as intrigued as you. You nearly gasped when you saw a faint pink flush spread across Rin’s face as he continued talking on the phone. You two were trying to figure out who this mystery girl was that had Rin’s attention.

     “Don’t shush me, woman. You’re being just as loud,” Sae groaned.

     “He’s going to hear us if you don’t shut up!”

     “Maybe Rin was right! I should’ve gotten rid of you long before–” Sae was cut off by the sudden silence on Rin’s end.

     “I’ll call you back later,” Rin said.

     “Aw, okay. Something wrong?” The mystery girl asked. 

     “No, just my idiot older brother and his equally idiotic girlfriend spying on me, thinking they’re doing a good job at hiding it. I can see your fat-ass head from a mile away, Sae!” Rin called out.

     “Oh, fuck you!” Sae yelled back.

     “Yeah, go back to the blunt bangs you had as a kid. I don’t know why you style it pushed back.”

     “Shut up! Y/n loves my forehead! She kisses it every night before bed!” Sae yelled.

     “They seem fun,” the girl on the line laughed.

     “Yeah, they’re kind of like my second set of parents, so I can’t get rid of them even if I wanted to,” Rin sighed, rubbing his temples. He politely ended the call with the girl before sending Sae and you a death glare. 

     “Aw!” You ignored his look, instead feeling a warm, unexpected flutter in your chest. You knew that the past ill feelings Rin harboured for you disappeared by now but to hear him say he saw you as close family melted your heart. 

     “This is why I said Isagi’s a better soccer player than you!” Sae shouted.

     “You take that back!” Rin yelled, clearly offended. It hit a nerve, especially since Rin had been Sae’s D1 glazer since childhood. He was still shocked the day they faced off, Blue Lock vs. U-20, and Sae had said Isagi would bring Japan the victory. That family dinner that night? Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.

     “Sae, shut the hell up! Rin just said he saw me as a second parent!” You cut through their bickering.

     “Uh, he mentioned me too.”

     “Who cares? I’m talking about me.”

     “Oh, for the love of God,” Sae groaned before whispering to Rin “Is it too late to get rid of her?”

     Rin shook his head, confirming his older brother’s fear of it being way too late now.

[callsigns-haze]

Silence

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x reader

According to everyone your rule was stupid. You refused to talk to them in the morning before certain hours, but in your eyes during the whole revolution you were sleep deprived. They thought this would pass but even years later your son catches onto your habit.

Warning: This story contains fluff, cursing, drinking, throwing up, pregnancy, birth and suggestive topics.

The first rays of morning light trickled through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls as the sun began to rise over Tyrrendor. Outside, the world was quiet, as it always was in the early hours of the day. But inside your shared chambers, the calm was anything but.

Xaden sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers idly running through his dark hair as he stared at you. You were curled up under the blankets, your form partially obscured, only your wild hair visible as you grumbled into your pillow. The peace of the morning should’ve been a welcome thing after the chaos of the rebellion, the victory, and now the finality of peace settling in the kingdom.

And yet, nothing about the mornings with you was ever quite what he expected.

He cleared his throat, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips. “Good morning, love,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb you too much, but still, trying to reach you. He was used to mornings filled with laughter, soft talks, and quiet moments, but with everything that had happened, you’d changed. Or rather, you were adjusting. And so was he.

You groaned, twisting your head just enough to peek at him with one eye, the other firmly buried in the pillow. The sunlight danced across your face, catching in your messy hair and drawing an amused smirk from Xaden, but before he could even speak again, you made a shushing motion with your hand, your finger pressing to your lips dramatically.

He blinked, thrown off for a moment. “Uh—what?”

You didn’t answer, only waved your hand as if to shoo him away. “Shh.”

Xaden's brows furrowed slightly. “You know, I thought you’d be… well, a little more awake at this hour. We have to get up soon.”

The sheets rustled as you threw one arm out, causing the blanket to fall to the floor. “Nine o'clock,” you muttered, your voice muffled by the pillow. “No one talks to me before 9 am. Rule number one.”

Xaden let out a quiet chuckle, but he was genuinely perplexed. "Rule number one? Since when?"

You didn't bother responding, just shoved your face further into the pillow, making a noise of frustration. He could tell you weren’t angry, just desperately in need of rest. It made sense—after all the sleepless nights during the revolution, the constant tension, and everything that had come with it, your body needed time to adjust to peace. But, Xaden had never expected this—a quiet, sleepy rebellion against the world’s usual routine.

“You’re kidding, right?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he shook his head. “I’m your husband, and you’re shushing me?”

You peeked one eye at him again, the other eye still pressed into the pillow, giving him a look that was somehow both sassy and tired. “You’re lucky I’m even acknowledging your existence before nine,” you said in a grumbling, barely coherent voice. “You, and the rest of the squad—” You paused to yawn, your hand stretching out above you like a cat, “—you all deprived me of sleep during the revolution. Now I’m catching up.”

Xaden didn’t know whether to laugh or protest. “You’re blaming us for your inability to sleep?”

You shot him another sleepy, half-hearted glare. “It’s not my fault you all decided to throw constant war meetings at ungodly hours.”

He couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing, shaking his head at the sight of you. He knew how you were—how chaotic and unpredictable you could be. But he hadn’t expected this new rule to be the result of everything. Still, his heart softened at the sight of you like this—your messy hair, the pillow creases still etched into your skin, the way your voice held the hint of exhaustion. You were his wife, the marked child of legend, his lifelong friend, and now, the queen beside him. You had always been everything he wanted in a partner.

And he’d always known life with you would be far from normal.

Xaden leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bed. “Alright, fine,” he said with mock defeat. “I’ll be quiet, but only because I love you.” He paused, giving you a playful grin. “But I’ll remind you that you promised me mornings where we would—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. As if it was second nature, your hand shot up and you made a shushing motion again, a very distinct finger pressed to your lips. The movement was so dramatic it almost made him forget he was supposed to be upset about not getting a proper conversation.

“Shush,” you repeated, your tone thick with sleep. “No words. Just… peace… for now. Please.”

Xaden chuckled again, not able to resist. “How about coffee? I’ll get you some.”

You squinted at him, eyeing him suspiciously. “Is it made by the kitchen staff or by you?”

“Kitchen staff,” he replied quickly. “I’m not risking it.”

You hummed in satisfaction and finally—finally—slipped out from under the blanket. You rolled over onto your back, stretching your arms overhead. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you speak now. You’re off the hook… until 9 am. You better hope I’m still in a good mood when it hits.”

Xaden raised an eyebrow at that, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re a force of nature, you know that?”

You flashed a grin, and then, with a dramatic sigh, dropped your head back onto the pillow. “Just let me be a peaceful force of nature for a few more hours.”

He couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you be.”

Xaden watched you for a long moment, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow over your still-sleepy features. He’d seen you in battle, seen you drenched in blood and fire, seen you command dragons with nothing but your willpower and sharp mind. But this version of you—the one buried beneath a mountain of blankets, fighting off the early hours with pure stubbornness—was equally dangerous.

Because he couldn’t resist you like this.

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he pushed off the bed and made his way toward the door. He knew better than to push his luck. If he so much as tried to engage in conversation again, you’d just shush him until you fell back asleep, and if there was one thing Xaden Riorson didn’t do, it was argue with a woman who had the patience of a wyvern.

Instead, he decided to get your coffee, if only as a peace offering.

The moment he stepped into the hall, his shadows curled around his wrists, brushing against his skin as if reminding him they were still there, still watching. He ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair as he made his way toward the kitchens, nodding briefly at a few passing guards who straightened immediately at his presence. It was still a strange thing, being King of Tyrrendor. He hadn’t wanted the title, hadn’t asked for it. But with the rebellion over and leadership needed, he’d taken it, just as he always had with every impossible responsibility thrown his way.

And then there was you.

His queen—his wife—his chaos.

If he had been born to rule, then you had been born to keep him on his toes.

By the time he reached the kitchens, the morning staff was already busy preparing breakfast for the fortress. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meats filled the air, but Xaden ignored it, his focus on the pot of coffee steaming by the counter.

“Morning, Your Majesty,” one of the older kitchen attendants greeted, bowing slightly before grabbing a mug. “Coffee?”

Xaden inclined his head. “For my wife.”

The woman hummed in understanding, a knowing smile on her face as she poured the dark liquid into a mug. “Ah, yes. The queen’s new decree.”

He sighed. “She told you about the no speaking before nine rule?”

The attendant chuckled. “Told us? She made us write it down.”

Xaden closed his eyes briefly, a slow, exasperated smirk pulling at his lips. Of course, you had.

By the time he returned to your chambers, the sun had risen higher, the golden light painting the walls in soft warmth. You were still curled up in bed, though now you were on your side, one arm tucked under your pillow, the other stretched lazily across where he had been lying earlier.

Xaden leaned against the doorframe for a second, just watching you. He wasn’t sure if you were awake or still half-asleep, but the way your fingers flexed slightly, as if reaching for him, made something in his chest tighten.

He made his way over to your side of the bed, setting the coffee on the bedside table before kneeling beside the mattress. He reached out, brushing his fingers over your forehead, pushing stray strands of hair away from your face.

Your lips parted slightly, and for a second, he thought you were going to say something. But then—

Your eyes fluttered open just enough to meet his gaze, and in an instant, your hand shot up between you, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Shh.”

Xaden blinked. Then scowled. “I brought you coffee.”

You let out a sleepy hum of approval, but your finger didn’t move from his lips. “Doesn’t mean you can talk yet.”

Xaden groaned, dragging a hand down his face before standing to grab the coffee. “You are insufferable,” he muttered as he held the mug out to you.

You grinned as you sat up, finally removing your hand from his mouth to take the cup. “And yet, you married me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, settling beside you on the edge of the bed. “Clearly, a lapse in judgment.”

You took a long sip of coffee, sighing dramatically at the taste. Then, with a slow, smug smile, you turned to him and whispered, “Love you, too.”

Xaden shook his head, draping an arm across the back of the bedframe. “This rule of yours—”

“Hmm?”

“The no talking before nine rule.”

You took another sip, feigning innocence. “What about it?”

His eyes darkened slightly as he tilted his head at you. “I will find a way to get around it.”

You smirked, leaning into his side. “Good luck, Your Majesty.”

Xaden narrowed his eyes, the challenge clear between you. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew one thing for certain:

He had won battles. He had fought wars.

But this?

This was a fight he was never going to win.

Three Months Later – The Dining Room

The dining hall of the Tyrrendor palace was buzzing with early morning energy, the long, polished wooden table lined with plates of fresh fruit, buttered toast, eggs, and meats. The air was thick with the rich scent of brewed coffee, mingling with the sharper notes of spiced tea and the occasional waft of warm honey from the pastries stacked near the centre. Sunlight streamed in through the towering arched windows, casting golden beams across the stone walls and illuminating the banners that hung from the ceiling—symbols of a rebellion-turned-kingdom.

The palace had settled into its newfound peace, and with it, so had its people.

But, as always, the morning meal was missing one key figure.

And today, the others had noticed.

Xaden was seated at the head of the table, a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand, the other drumming against the wood as he listened to the usual morning chatter—Sawyer and Ridoc were bickering over who had actually won their sparring match yesterday, Rhiannon was reading over a report Mira had handed her, and Cat and Maren were deep in conversation about something that involved a lot of eye-rolling.

Then, finally—

"Okay, seriously," Garrick set his fork down, levelling a look at Xaden. "Where the hell is your wife?"

That was all it took.

As if everyone had been waiting for someone else to bring it up, all eyes suddenly snapped to Xaden, their previous conversations instantly abandoned.

"Yeah," Imogen agreed, raising an eyebrow. "She hasn't been at breakfast for months."

"I thought maybe she was just sleeping in," Sloane added, tilting her head. "But at this point, is she even alive?"

"Or maybe she's just avoiding us?" Drake mused, his golden-brown skin practically glowing in the sunlight, an easy smirk tugging at his lips. "Should we be offended?"

"She wouldn't miss breakfast just to avoid us," Violet interjected, shaking her head. "She loves food too much."

"Maybe Xaden did something to piss her off," Ridoc suggested, elbowing Sawyer with a grin. "Like leaving his boots in the middle of the damn room—"

"I don’t leave my boots in the middle of the room," Xaden cut in flatly.

"Anymore," Bodhi murmured under his breath, earning a chuckle from Mira.

Xaden sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd known this conversation was coming. He’d felt it looming for weeks.

And yet—

He still wasn’t sure how to explain the sheer stupidity of what had been going on in his own damn marriage for the past three months.

So, instead of easing them into it, he just—said it.

“She has a rule.”

A beat of silence. Then:

"A rule?" Aaric repeated, frowning. "What the hell does that mean?"

Xaden took a slow sip of his coffee, as if somehow, the caffeine would fortify him for what was about to come. “She refuses to acknowledge anyone before nine in the morning.”

Another pause.

Then—

"What."

Ridoc nearly choked on his eggs. “Wait—wait. You’re telling me she has refused to speak to anyone for three entire months before nine a.m.?”

“Yes.” Xaden took another sip. “Including me.”

Imogen let out a sharp bark of laughter, while Mira, sitting beside her, just sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. "Gods, that is so on brand for her."

Cat tilted her head, considering. "That explains why every time I pass your rooms in the morning, I hear absolutely nothing."

“Oh, there’s plenty of noise,” Xaden muttered, shaking his head. “It’s just her shushing me the entire time.”

"You’re kidding," Sawyer said, eyes wide with amusement.

“I wish I was.”

Violet was just staring at Xaden now, her fork frozen mid-air. “That’s why she’s been skipping breakfast?”

"Apparently," he deadpanned.

Maren burst out laughing. “That is absurd.”

“Tell me about it,” Xaden muttered. “The first time she did it, I thought she was joking.”

Garrick arched an eyebrow. “And now?”

Xaden huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Now I fear for my life if I say anything before nine."

That sent everyone into a fit of laughter, even Sloane, who had been trying to remain unimpressed.

“So, let me get this straight,” Ridoc said, wiping at his eyes. “Your wife, your literal queen, the most chaotic person in this entire damn kingdom—has implemented a law—"

"—not a law," Xaden corrected. "A rule."

"—has implemented a rule," Ridoc continued, grinning, "banning verbal interaction before nine in the morning—"

"—because she claims we all deprived her of sleep during the war," Mira finished, shaking her head.

“Correct.”

Sawyer leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “And you’ve just been letting this happen?”

Xaden gave him a flat look. "Do you want to go up against her before she’s had caffeine?"

Sawyer considered. Then nodded slowly. "Good point."

“I just—” Rhiannon gestured vaguely. “You’ve been married to her this entire time. You can’t talk to her in the morning either?”

“Oh no, I try,” Xaden said, exhaling heavily. “And every time, she just shushes me.”

"Every time?" Aaric asked, sceptical.

"Every. Time."

There was a moment of silence before Drake, voice entirely too amused, said, “That is hysterical.”

“I know.” Xaden groaned, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “She wrote it down. Told the staff. Enforced it."

Bodhi looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh. “You’re whipped.”

Xaden shot him a glare. “I’d like to see you win against her.”

Bodhi immediately shut up.

“So what you’re saying,” Violet mused, sitting back in her chair, “is that we all have to wait until nine before we can see her?”

"Unless you want to be shushed into submission," Xaden muttered, taking another slow sip of coffee.

There was another beat of silence before Ridoc—because of course it was Ridoc—grinned. Xaden tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before running a hand through his hair. “She’s decided—and I quote—that breakfast is an optional social event that does not require her attendance if she is still in bed.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’re joking,” Ridoc said, blinking.

Xaden shook his head. “Nope.”

“She’s just… not coming?” Imogen asked, half-laughing, half-incredulous.

“Oh, she would come,” Xaden said, picking up his coffee again. “But apparently, I was the one that encouraged bad habits by bringing her coffee to bed every morning, and now, she refuses to leave until she’s had at least one cup.” He exhaled sharply. “So, if I don’t bring it to her, she stays in bed.”

A beat of silence followed his words.

And then—laughter.

It started with Ridoc, then Sawyer, then Imogen, until the whole damn table was either chuckling or grinning at Xaden’s predicament.

Mira, shaking her head, smiled. “That is impressively stubborn.”

“More like impressively brilliant,” Maren corrected, smirking.

Brennan let out a low whistle. “So, let me get this straight—you spoiled her by bringing her coffee, and now she won’t leave the bed until you continue to do so?”

Xaden gave his friend a withering look. “Apparently.”

Violet snorted. “You really should’ve seen that coming.”

“I didn’t think it would become a rule,” Xaden muttered, shaking his head. “I thought I was being nice.”

“That was your first mistake,” Rhiannon teased, smirking.

Xaden groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I swear, the next time she comes down here, I’m going to—”

But he didn’t get to finish that sentence.

Because at that moment, the dining hall doors creaked open, and there you were.

Hair slightly tousled from sleep, wrapped in one of Xaden’s oversized tunics, a steaming coffee mug in hand. You were still barefoot, walking like someone who had only just dragged themselves out of bed.

And the second you saw everyone staring at you?

You blinked. Then frowned.

Then, slowly, lifted the coffee mug to your lips and took a sip.

The room was silent.

Then Ridoc—because of course it was Ridoc—burst out laughing.

“WELL, WELL, WELL,” he drawled dramatically, leaning back in his chair. “Look who decided to grace us with her presence!”

You narrowed your eyes at him before turning your glare to Xaden. “You told them, didn’t you?” Xaden, utterly unapologetic, simply leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Oh, absolutely.”

You groaned, rubbing your free hand over your face. “I hate you.”

Xaden smirked. “Love you, too.”

And as the table erupted into laughter once more, you took another long sip of coffee, rolled your eyes, and muttered,

“I should’ve stayed in bed.”

Xaden leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you with barely concealed amusement as you stood there, barefoot, clutching your coffee mug like it was the only thing tethering you to life.

Then he checked the clock mounted on the wall behind you.

And laughed.

A deep, knowing, utterly infuriating laugh that had everyone at the table looking between the two of you in pure amusement. “Nine o’clock on the dot,” he said, shaking his head, grinning like a damn idiot. “You really weren’t kidding about that rule, huh?”

You scowled, lifting your coffee mug in warning. “I will throw this at you.”

That only made him laugh harder.

And that was when Ridoc, still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, leaned over to Sawyer and whispered, “She probably sat outside the door with a timer.”

You snapped your gaze to him. “I heard that.”

Ridoc grinned. “Oh, I know.”

Xaden, still smirking, grabbed his own coffee and took a slow sip, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he met your glare. “So, now that it’s officially past nine, are we finally allowed to have a full conversation with Her Highness?”

You exhaled heavily, dramatically rolling your shoulders like the weight of an invisible burden had just been lifted.

Then you took another sip of coffee, sighed, and—without even looking at him—muttered,

“…I suppose.”

And that was it.

That was all it took for the entire table to lose it.

Ridoc nearly choked on his coffee, slamming a fist against his chest as he wheezed out, “I suppose—oh gods, she’s actually serious.” Sawyer grinned, shaking his head. “Three months and you still won’t let it go.” Imogen smirked, eyes flicking toward Xaden. “And yet, you still bring her coffee every morning.”

Xaden, utterly unbothered, took another slow sip from his mug before shrugging. “I’m not an idiot.”

That sent Ridoc into another fit of laughter. “No, but you are whipped.” Xaden didn’t even flinch. Just leaned forward, elbows braced against the table, and smirked. “And you’re single.” Ridoc, still laughing, immediately scowled. “Low blow, Riorson.”

You, despite still being half-asleep, beamed at that. “I taught him that.”

“Of course, you did,” Aaric muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

Violet, clearly enjoying the spectacle, just shook her head, silver hair catching in the morning light. “I don’t know how he puts up with you.”

You turned, leveling her with a deadpan look. “You married Aaric.” Aaric scoffed, pressing a hand over his heart. “That’s offensive.” Violet, however, merely smirked. “Yeah, but I didn’t make a ‘no talking before nine’ rule.”

Brennan, still lounging in his chair, lifted a brow at you. “Yeah, about that—are we ever going to get an explanation?”

You, utterly unrepentant, took another slow sip of coffee before setting your mug down on the table with a click.

Then, you exhaled, stretched your arms over your head, and leaned forward slightly, voice low and deadly serious as you said,

“You deprived me of sleep during the revolution. All of you.” Your gaze swept over the entire table, accusations clear in your eyes. “I am catching up.”

Silence.

Then—

Sawyer burst out laughing. “You’re holding a grudge?”

You raised a brow. “Absolutely.”

Brennan, shaking his head, turned to Xaden. “And you’re okay with this?”

Xaden, still smirking, just shrugged. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Ridoc groaned. “Gods, you really are whipped.”

Xaden simply leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and smirked.

“Yeah.” His dark eyes flicked to you, amusement dancing across his features.

“And I don’t mind one bit.”

The laughter slowly died down as you exhaled sharply, setting your coffee mug down with a click. Then, pushing your chair back slightly, you leaned forward, levelling the entire table with a pointed look.

“You all think this is funny,” you started, voice calm—too calm. “Like I’m just being dramatic.”

Ridoc, still grinning, shrugged. “You are a little dramatic.”

You shot him a glare before continuing, “You do realize that during the revolution, you all made me a Major, right?”

The table went silent.

Xaden, to his credit, didn’t look surprised—he’d been there when it happened. But the rest of them?

Yeah, some of them definitely hadn’t considered that before.

“I was in charge of a whole damn division,” you continued, voice sharp now. “Which meant that every time something went wrong, every time one of you needed something, every time an order needed to be given, I was the one making the calls.” You exhaled, rubbing a hand over your face. “Which meant I was in bed at eleven—if I was lucky—because I was dealing with all of you. And then? I was back up at four in the morning because I was the one handling logistics with the rest of the continent.”

Sawyer winced. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you muttered.

Rhiannon frowned. “I mean, I knew you were handling a lot, but I didn’t realize…” You let out a humourless laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not even the worst of it.” You flicked your gaze toward Xaden, who was watching you intently, his jaw tight. “Then came the cure for the Venin.”

Imogen frowned. “Right. We were all looking for—”

“No,” you cut in. “You were fighting. I was trying to locate things. I was the one chasing every lead, digging through archives, listening for rumours. And that meant I was getting woken up at any hour of the night whenever something came up that might help.”

Ridoc, who had finally stopped grinning, just stared at you. “Shit.”

You let out a slow breath, leaning back in your chair. “So yeah. Maybe I am being dramatic. But you know what? I earned it.”

Silence.

Then—

Xaden, still watching you carefully, leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.

“You’re tired,” he said simply.

You met his gaze, the exhaustion creeping into your voice now.

“I’m so tired.”

Violet, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke.

“You should’ve said something sooner.”

You gave her a look. “When? During the war? When everything was still falling apart?”

Violet frowned. “You still should’ve—”

“No.” Xaden’s voice cut in, sharp and unwavering.

You blinked, turning to look at him.

He was serious now, his dark eyes locked onto yours, something unreadable in his expression.

“She did what she had to do,” he said simply. “And now? She’s doing what she needs to do.”

He held your gaze for a long moment, something heavy passing between you.

Then he leaned back in his chair, smirk creeping back onto his face.

“And if that means enforcing some stupid rule about not talking to her before nine?” He shrugged. “Then we all just have to deal with it.”

The table was silent.

Then—

Ridoc groaned.

You snorted, shaking your head as you took another sip of coffee. “At least one of you is finally catching up.” Xaden just smirked, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t see the problem.”

Sawyer scoffed. “That’s because you’re the one benefiting from it.”

You grinned. “Exactly.”

Rhiannon exhaled, rubbing her temples. “Okay, so let me get this straight—because we put you in charge during the war, and then you had to run around finding the cure, and then deal with logistics, and then deal with us, and then handle the entire continent—”

“—while also dating him,” Ridoc added, pointing at Xaden.

Rhiannon nodded. “—while dating him, now you’ve decided that you get to make arbitrary rules about how and when we’re allowed to talk to you?”

You grinned. “See? You do get it.”

She groaned, dropping her head onto the table. Imogen, who had been listening carefully, finally spoke. “Honestly?” She shrugged. “Sounds fair to me.” You pointed at her. “See? Thank you.”

Maren frowned. “So how long is this rule going to last?”

You blinked. “What?”

Maren gestured vaguely. “Like, are you going to keep this up for another three months? A year? Forever?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

The table erupted. Ridoc threw his head back with a groan, Sawyer muttered something about revolutionary nightmares, and Cat just shook her head with an amused smirk. Xaden? He just kept looking at you, his smirk deepening.

And then, before anyone else could get a word in—

Mira, who had been watching the chaos unfold with far too much amusement, leaned forward slightly, tilting her head. “Alright, I have to ask,” she said. “What happens if someone does try to talk to you before nine?”

The table stilled.

Then, slowly, all eyes turned to you.

You took another sip of coffee.

Set your mug down.

Tilted your head slightly.

And smiled.

“That,” you said, voice light and just a little too sweet, “is something you don’t want to find out.”

Silence.

And then—

Xaden laughed.

Long and deep and genuinely amused, shaking his head as he looked at you like you were the most ridiculous thing in the world.

The others?

Yeah, they definitely believed you.

It was far too early for this.

You stood outside the council chamber doors, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, seething. The ornate wooden doors loomed in front of you, the deep red banners of Tyrrendor hanging beside them, flickering slightly from the draft in the hallway.

Inside, you could already hear the low murmur of voices—serious, composed, and utterly unaware of the wrath they had just summoned. Beside you, Xaden stood with his hands behind his back, expression far too neutral. But you knew him—knew the slight twitch of his mouth, the amusement flickering behind those dark eyes.

The traitor.

“They requested you,” he reminded, tone maddeningly calm. “They requested me before nine,” you snapped. Xaden exhaled, shaking his head. “You do realize they’re a council, right?”

You turned to glare at him. “And do they realize that I made a rule?”

Xaden grinned. “I don’t think they care.”

Your scowl deepened. “Well, they’re about to.”

And with that, you shoved open the heavy doors and strode inside, not even bothering to look at the gathered officials as you stormed toward the table.

The conversation cut off immediately.

Ten council members, all dressed in the deep reds and blacks of Tyrrendor, turned to look at you—some confused, some mildly annoyed, none of them aware that they were about to regret everything.

You slammed your hands down on the polished table.

The sound echoed loudly through the chamber.

One of the councillors, an older man with greying hair, frowned at you. “General, we—”

“Do you know what time it is?” you demanded.

Silence.

A few exchanged wary glances.

“…It’s a council meeting,” another councillor offered, confused.

You inhaled sharply, barely restraining yourself. “It is before nine.”

More silence.

Then—

“…And?”

Your eye twitched.

Xaden, still standing near the door, had zero intention of helping you. If anything, you could feel his smug amusement. You turned back to the council. “I have one rule,” you said, voice low and deadly. “And this—” you gestured broadly at them, at the entire room, “—this is violating it.”

One of the younger councilors, a woman with sharp features, raised a brow. “You can’t seriously be—”

“I am serious,” you cut in, eyes flashing.

She hesitated.

The older councillor exhaled heavily. “This is important—”

“So was my sleep during the war,” you snapped. “Did I get any of that? No.” You levelled them with a glare. “But this? This is not life or death. This is a council meeting that could have been scheduled an hour later.”

Silence.

Then—

One of the more cautious members cleared their throat.

“…Would you like us to reschedule?”

You crossed your arms. “Yes.”

Another awkward beat of silence.

Then the older councillor sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine. The meeting will reconvene at nine.”

You beamed. “See? Now we’re learning.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and marched right back out of the chamber, passing Xaden without so much as a glance.

But as soon as the doors slammed shut behind you, you heard it—

Xaden’s quiet, infuriatingly amused voice as he muttered,

“Gods help us all.”

You were still fuming as you stormed down the hallway, your boots clicking against the stone floors in sharp, purposeful strides. Xaden, of course, was strolling beside you, hands in his pockets, not helping at all.

“You know,” he mused, voice laced with amusement, “you could have just sat through the meeting like a normal person.”

You whipped around so fast he had to stop short to avoid running into you.

“Normal?” you repeated, eyes blazing. “You think I went through years of war, got forced into a leadership position, spent months barely surviving, and then finally clawed my way into some semblance of peace just to sit through a meeting before nine in the morning like a normal person?”

Xaden just blinked at you, his lips twitching. “Well, when you put it that way—”

You threw your hands up. “Exactly!”

He sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I fear for Tyrrendor.”

You scowled. “Tyrrendor is fine.”

“You’re literally refusing to lead before nine.”

“Exactly.”

Xaden snorted, finally breaking into a full grin.

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing. Just—” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before trailing his fingers down your jaw. “You’re ridiculous.”

You huffed. “And you love it.”

His grin turned wicked. “That’s the problem.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back around and marching toward your chambers.

But just as you reached the door, Xaden’s shadows coiled around your waist, tugging you back against his chest.

You gasped, hands automatically gripping his forearms as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, “you storming into that meeting like that?” His fingers dragged down your sides, slow and deliberate. “Kind of hot.”

Your breath hitched.

Damn him.

Damn his shadows.

Damn his stupid, unfair ability to make you melt in seconds.

You swallowed hard, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze.

“Then maybe,” you murmured, “you should take me back to bed.”

His eyes darkened.

And before you could so much as blink, he was picking you up, shadows wrapping around you both as he carried you straight back inside.

Seven Months Later

It was six in the godsdamned morning, and you were miserable.

The sky was still a deep shade of navy, the sun barely beginning to touch the horizon, casting long shadows through the narrow corridors of the ancient archive. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and dust, the quiet shuffle of boots against stone the only sound accompanying your group as you all trudged forward, each burdened with heavy books pulled from the archive’s deepest vaults.

You carried yours easily, arms wrapped around the worn leather covers, but your patience? That was hanging by a thread.

And everyone knew it.

No one dared speak to you. Not yet.

Well—no one except Drake.

“You look like you’re ready to murder someone,” he mused, glancing at you as he adjusted the stack of books in his grip. You huffed, keeping your gaze forward as the two of you walked ahead of the group. “If this mission wasn’t essential, I’d still be in bed.”

Drake chuckled. “Not exactly a morning person, huh?”

You shot him a sharp look. “I have a rule.”

His lips twitched. “Right. No full conversations before nine. I’ve heard the horror stories.” Behind you, someone snorted—probably Ridoc—but you ignored it, focusing instead on Drake as he continued, “So, what makes me special?”

You shrugged, stepping over a broken piece of stone in the hallway. “You don’t test me.”

Drake smirked. “Good to know.”

The sound of shuffling boots behind you grew louder as the rest of the squad followed, everyone weighed down by their own stacks of books.

“I don’t get it,” Sawyer muttered somewhere behind you. “She’s literally speaking to him.”

“She likes him better than us,” Ridoc stage-whispered.

Xaden sighed heavily. “It’s six in the morning. Leave it.”

“I’m just saying,” Ridoc continued, voice full of obnoxious curiosity, “she’s actually stringing full sentences together. And meanwhile, if I even look at her—”

“Ridoc.” Xaden’s voice was sharp, carrying warning.

You smirked but didn’t look back.

Drake nudged you slightly with his shoulder, lowering his voice. “You do realize this only makes them more dramatic about it, right?”

You sighed. “Let them suffer.”

Drake chuckled again, shaking his head as the two of you kept walking.

The corridor stretched endlessly ahead, the dim torchlight flickering against the old stone walls. The weight of the books in your arms wasn’t unbearable, but the company behind you? That was another story.

You could feel the squad’s frustration, the burning curiosity radiating off them like a second sun. None of them understood why Drake was exempt from your before-nine-AM silence policy, and they were losing their minds over it.

Ridoc, naturally, was the most offended.

“I’m just saying,” he whispered—not quietly enough, “Drake doesn’t even talk that much. How did he become the chosen one?”

“Because he doesn’t run his mouth before dawn,” Imogen muttered.

“Neither do I!” Ridoc protested.

“You literally are right now,” Cat pointed out.

A huff of annoyance came from Xaden’s direction, but he still hadn’t intervened—probably because he was as curious as the rest of them.

You ignored them all, keeping pace beside Drake. He, at least, had the decency not to comment on the growing tension behind you. Instead, he shifted his books slightly, glancing sideways at you.

“So, what’s the deal with this archive, anyway?”

You exhaled slowly, more than happy to focus on something other than the squad’s ongoing mutiny. “It holds some of the oldest texts on continent history. Half of them were locked away by Navarre, the other half buried in misinformation.”

Drake nodded. “And we’re searching for…?”

“Anything useful.”

Behind you, there was an exaggerated gasp.

“She’s explaining things to him,” Ridoc whisper-yelled.

“Oh my gods, let it go,” Sloane muttered.

“I won’t let it go! We used to be special!”

“You were never special,” Mira shot back.

A quiet snort escaped before you could stop it.

Drake’s lips twitched, but he didn’t comment.

Xaden, however, finally reached the end of his patience. “Enough.”

Silence fell instantly.

You could practically hear Ridoc’s pout.

Xaden sighed, and then his voice cut through the heavy air. “It’s six in the morning. She will not entertain your bullshit until nine. Deal with it.”

A weighted pause.

Then, softly—

“…But Drake—”

“Ridoc.”

Another silence.

Then, a defeated sigh.

“Fine.”

You smirked, satisfied, as you and Drake reached the next doorway leading deeper into the archives.

Some battles just weren’t worth fighting.

But this one?

This one, you won.

Two Years Later – Morning Ruined

The sound of retching echoed in the bathroom, followed by a groan as you slumped against the cool porcelain of the sink. Your stomach hated you. Your entire existence felt like it was betraying you.

Morning sickness was vile.

A groggy shuffle of footsteps entered the room behind you, followed by the deep rumble of amusement.

“Oh, this is rich.”

You glared up at Xaden through the strands of hair stuck to your face. “Don’t.”

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe—infuriatingly shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was a mess, sticking up from sleep, but his eyes? Oh, they were full of mischief.

“I’m just saying,” he drawled, crossing his arms, “the baby is really committed to ruining your whole morning silence rule.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back against the sink. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you hate this.” He gestured vaguely at your current situation. “I just think it’s poetic justice.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Justice for what?”

Xaden hummed, tilting his head as if considering. “For all the times you’ve shushed me before nine. For all the years I’ve had to deal with your silent tyranny. Now, the universe—” he pointed at your stomach, “—has decided to humble you.”

You huffed, closing your eyes. “I hope this baby gets my attitude.”

Xaden scoffed. “You already have a mini version of you in there. I’d like to at least stand a chance in this household.”

Another wave of nausea hit, and you lurched forward, barely making it over the toilet before emptying what little remained in your stomach.

Xaden sighed, finally pushing off the doorframe. “Alright, alright. I’ve had my fun.”

You felt him kneel beside you, his warm hand sweeping your hair back from your face, fingers soothing against your scalp. Another hand rested on your lower back, rubbing slow, comforting circles.

“You’re still an ass,” you muttered weakly.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yeah, but I’m your ass.”

You grumbled something incoherent, but as he helped you up, supporting your weight easily, you let yourself lean into him, exhaustion creeping in.

The baby was ruining your morning silence.

But if Xaden kept this up, you might just forgive them both. Xaden guided you out of the bathroom, keeping his arm firmly wrapped around your waist as you grumbled about your suffering. He was still smirking, of course. Thoroughly enjoying this.

The moment you hit the edge of the bed, you flopped down onto it, burying your face into the pillows. “I hate this.”

Xaden chuckled, sitting beside you. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.” You rolled onto your back, glaring up at him. “I don’t get it. I was fine yesterday.”

He raised a brow. “You threw up twice yesterday.”

You scowled. “That’s not the point.”

Xaden hummed, clearly not taking you seriously. “Well, maybe you should tell the baby that.”

You groaned, draping an arm over your face. “I would if they weren’t actively ruining my life.”

He leaned down, pressing a palm against your stomach. “Hear that, little one? You’re ruining your mother’s life.”

You peeked out from under your arm to glare at him. “You love this.”

He grinned. “A little, yeah.”

You huffed but didn’t stop him when he trailed his fingers along your stomach, his touch gentle. Even through your misery, there was something warm about the moment—something real.

Then, of course, he had to ruin it.

“You know,” he mused, stretching out beside you, “you’ll never get your silence back, right?”

You turned your head toward him slowly. “Excuse me?”

Xaden smirked, clearly enjoying this far too much. “Once the baby’s here? Silence is over. You’re going to have a very vocal alarm clock at all hours.”

You groaned, shoving a pillow over your face. “Why are you like this?”

He laughed, tugging the pillow away so he could look at you. “I’m just preparing you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You get to wake up with them, then.”

His smirk wavered slightly. “We’ll see about that.” You rolled over, pressing your face into his chest. “You’re absolutely waking up with them.” Xaden sighed but wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Yeah, yeah.”

Silence settled over the room.

For a moment, you thought maybe—just maybe—you’d get a little peace.

Then, Xaden pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “So, how long until you admit I was right?”

You smacked his chest.

The nausea struck hard.

One second, you were curled against Xaden’s chest, soaking in the rare moment of stillness. The next, your stomach flipped—a violent, churning sensation that had you gasping and clutching his arm.

Xaden stiffened immediately. “Shit—”

You barely had time to turn your head before your entire body rebelled. A horrible gag wrenched through you, your throat burning as you dry-heaved, your stomach twisting with the effort.

Xaden was already moving. One arm tightening around your back, the other reaching blindly toward the nightstand, where a metal basin sat just in case. He dragged it into your lap, his grip firm but careful as you hunched over it, heaving.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. “Just breathe through it.”

You would’ve snapped at him if you weren’t so busy dying.

Tears burned your eyes as another wave of nausea ripped through you, but nothing came up. Just more gagging, more misery, more betrayal from the parasite growing inside you.

Xaden pressed his cheek against the top of your head, rubbing slow circles against your back. His touch was warm, grounding. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

You slumped forward, chest heaving, utterly wrecked.

“I hate this,” you rasped.

“I know.” His lips pressed against your temple. “You’re doing so good.”

You groaned weakly, gripping his wrist. “I want to punch you.”

His chuckle was entirely too smug. “You can—once you’re done not dying.”

Another groan. Another shuddering breath. Your body finally relented, the nausea retreating just enough for you to collapse back against him, exhausted.

Xaden sighed, shifting you gently so he could tuck you against his chest. His fingers brushed against your clammy skin, soothing as he whispered, “You’re okay.”

You let your eyes flutter shut, letting him hold you.

After a long moment, he exhaled.

“…So does this mean you’re lifting the morning silence rule?”

You whimpered.

Six Months Later – A New Kind of Morning

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You lay propped up in bed, pillows supporting your back, as you gazed down at the tiny, sleeping figure nestled against your chest. Your three-day-old son, Liam, named in honour of Liam Mairi, his delicate features relaxed in peaceful slumber.

Xaden sat beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the baby with a mixture of awe and tenderness. His hand rested gently on your arm, grounding you in this new, shared reality.

As you traced a fingertip along Liam's soft cheek, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. The months of morning sickness, the upheaval of your cherished routines—all of it faded into insignificance compared to the weight of your son in your arms.

With a soft chuckle, you murmured, "I don't mind him disturbing my peace."

Xaden's gaze met yours, a slow smile spreading across his face. "No," he agreed, his voice low and filled with emotion. "Neither do I."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle breaths of the sleeping infant. In this moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the three of you cocooned in the quiet intimacy of new parenthood.

You leaned your head against Xaden's shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Together, you watched over your son, the embodiment of your love and the beginning of a new chapter—one where morning silences were a thing of the past, but the promise of shared moments like this made every disturbance worthwhile.

Liam stirred against your chest, his tiny face scrunching up as he let out a soft, sleepy whimper. You instinctively tightened your arms around him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. His dark curls—so much like Xaden’s—tickled your lips.

Xaden watched the two of you with quiet intensity. He’d been doing that a lot—just staring, like he still couldn’t believe Liam was real.

You smirked, tilting your head to look up at him. “You know he’s not going to disappear, right?”

Xaden huffed a soft laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “I know.” A pause. “I just—”

His jaw tightened, and his eyes flickered to Liam, still curled against your chest. His expression softened.

“I never thought I’d have this,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart clenched.

Reaching for his hand, you laced your fingers through his and gave a small squeeze. “Well, you do.” You nudged your nose against Liam’s downy-soft hair. “And he’s perfect.”

Xaden exhaled, his thumb brushing absently over the back of your hand. “Yeah.” His lips quirked. “He is.”

Liam let out another soft noise, shifting slightly. His tiny fingers flexed against your skin before settling again.

You hummed, swaying slightly even though you were still lying down. “I don’t even mind him waking me up.”

Xaden snorted. “Bold statement. Let’s see if you still feel that way in a few weeks.”

You shot him a look. “Are you implying that I don’t have patience?”

He grinned. “I’m implying that you’ve threatened people for waking you up early.”

You gasped in mock offense. “That was before I had a baby.”

Xaden chuckled, leaning down until his face was level with yours. His voice dipped lower. “So, if I wake you up before nine now, you won’t kill me?”

You squinted at him. “...That depends.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take that as a maybe.”

Liam stirred again, this time with a tiny, contented sigh.

And just like that, everything else faded.

Xaden sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “We’re never getting silence again, are we?”

You smiled, tucking Liam even closer. “Not a chance.”

Three Years Later – The Next Generation of Chaos

The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as you stood at the far counter, waiting for the pot to finish brewing. It was early—too early for anyone in your household to be this lively—but here you were, surrounded by a squad that didn’t seem to understand the concept of quiet mornings.

Liam, perched comfortably on the kitchen counter, kicked his little feet against the cabinets. His dark curls were a mess, his cheeks still flushed with sleep, but his sharp eyes were wide and alert, just like his father’s.

Xaden stood beside him, sipping his coffee, while Garrick and Violet leaned against the island. Ridoc, who never knew how to shut up, had taken it upon himself to be Liam’s personal entertainment for the morning.

“Alright, little shadowling,” Ridoc grinned, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. “I have excellent jokes. Want to hear one?”

Liam didn’t even hesitate. He lifted one tiny hand, pressed a single finger to his lips, and went, “Shhh.”

The room froze.

Violet choked on her coffee, Garrick went rigid, and Xaden—who had been mid-sip—just stared at his son in stunned silence.

Ridoc blinked. “Uh—”

Liam, completely unfazed, turned his head slowly to face Ridoc. His little brows furrowed in something almost like disapproval.

“Too early,” he declared.

Silence.

Then—

Violet wheezed, setting her coffee down before she dropped it, while Garrick made an unholy noise of laughter. Xaden sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, but you didn’t miss the way his lips twitched at the edges. Ridoc, looking personally offended, gestured wildly at the toddler. “Are you kidding me? He’s you!” He whirled on you. “You corrupted him!”

You smirked, taking a slow sip of your coffee before raising a brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Xaden finally broke, shaking his head as he ruffled Liam’s curls. “Can’t even be mad.”

Liam, clearly sensing that he’d won, turned back to his father and held out his arms expectantly. Xaden picked him up with ease, resting him against his hip while pressing a kiss to the side of his little head.

Ridoc crossed his arms. “You’re both terrible.”

Violet wiped tears from her eyes, still laughing. “This is perfect.”

Garrick clapped a hand on Ridoc’s shoulder. “Better get used to it, man.”

Ridoc groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “This kid is three. What’s he gonna be like at eighteen?”

Xaden met your gaze across the kitchen, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

You grinned.

“An absolute menace.”

Liam, still nestled comfortably on Xaden’s hip, let out a very deliberate sigh. Then—slowly, carefully—he lifted one tiny hand again, pressed his little finger to his lips, and gave a sharp, pointed…

"Shhh."

The entire kitchen went dead silent.

Ridoc, who had just opened his mouth to protest, snapped it shut. Violet pressed a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking. Garrick looked personally offended. And Xaden? Xaden just stood there, stone-faced, watching as his own three-year-old son silenced a roomful of trained warriors.

You, of course, were thrilled.

Hands on your hips, you grinned at your son. “Oh, that was beautiful.” Liam, still with his tiny finger pressed to his lips, nodded sagely. Ridoc threw his hands in the air. “Oh, come on! He can’t just—”

"Shhh."

Liam doubled down.

Eyes narrowed, expression severe.

Ridoc froze mid-rant. His mouth snapped shut so fast you swore you heard his teeth click together. You lost it, biting back laughter as Violet wheezed into her coffee. Garrick muttered, “I think we just got commanded.”

Xaden exhaled deeply, rubbing at his temples. Then, as if just accepting defeat, he looked down at Liam. “You do know you’re not in charge of the room, right?”

Liam turned his little head. Blink blink.

Then—

"Shhh."

Silence.

Complete. Utter. Silence.

Violet collapsed against the counter, shaking. Ridoc looked like he was about to combust. Garrick covered his face.

You, still completely delighted, crossed your arms. “I don’t know, babe. Seems like he’s very in charge.”

Xaden groaned, looking up at the ceiling as if begging for patience.

Liam, completely unaware that he’d just won the war, settled back against his father’s shoulder with a self-satisfied little hum.

And in that moment—watching every single person in this kitchen forced into silence by a three-year-old—you realized something.

Your son?

Was an absolute menace.

And you couldn’t be prouder. The room stayed eerily quiet for a full five seconds. Five. Whole. Seconds.

It was glorious.

You sipped your coffee, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Ridoc looking like he was going to explode. Violet was still wheezing, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face, while Garrick just stared at Liam like he was a newly discovered breed of predator.

And Xaden? Xaden was doing that thing where he rubbed a hand over his jaw, like he was trying very hard not to let amusement slip through the cracks of his carefully controlled expression.

Liam, nestled comfortably against his father’s shoulder, nodded to himself. As if pleased that order had finally been restored.

Then, as if summoned by the pure chaos that had unfolded, more footsteps echoed from the hall.

Imogen was the first to walk in, hair tied in a loose braid, her sharp gaze immediately flicking over all of you. She slowed mid-step, brows furrowing. “…Why is it so quiet?”

Bodhi followed right after her, hands stuffed in his pockets. “That’s what I wanna know.”

Then, just as Ridoc opened his mouth to finally tell them what had happened—

Liam, with the calm authority of someone twice his size, lifted his hand and pressed that tiny little finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

Ridoc made a sound so strangled it was almost inhuman.

Imogen froze.

Bodhi blinked. Looked at Ridoc. Then looked at Liam. Then back to Ridoc.

And grinned. “Oh, this is good.” Ridoc whipped around to face him. “This is not good! I’m being silenced by a three-year-old!”Liam turned his head.

"Shhh."

Ridoc collapsed against the island, dragging his hands down his face. “I hate this kid.” Violet was dying at this point, bent over with laughter as Xaden simply sighed and adjusted Liam on his hip.

Imogen, to her credit, looked impressed. “I mean, that’s kinda terrifying.” Bodhi crossed his arms, still smirking. “Oh, absolutely. A menace in the making.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Ridoc threw his hands in the air. “Do you realize what you’ve done?” He pointed directly at you. “You created this. You.”

You raised an eyebrow, still entirely unbothered. “And?” Ridoc made a strangled noise. “And now I have to live with it!” Liam, clearly thrilled by all the attention, rested his chin on Xaden’s shoulder and grinned, looking far too proud of himself.

And then—just to really rub salt in the wound—he turned to you, little hand outstretched.

You immediately high-fived him. “That’s my boy.”

Ridoc groaned so dramatically it echoed through the whole kitchen.

And Xaden, looking between his equally chaotic wife and son, simply shook his head.

“My life,” he muttered, “is never going to be normal.”

Xaden had been through war. He had been through a revolution. He had battled Venin, trained reckless cadets, and had been crowned a king. And yet—somehow—the greatest challenge of his life…

Was this.

His three-year-old son was running the entire room. With one word.

"Shhh."

Liam had effectively silenced Ridoc, baffled Imogen, made Bodhi laugh, and had Violet on the verge of tears from how hard she was laughing. Meanwhile, you—his wife, the only person he had ever willingly let disrupt his life—were thriving.

You stood there, arms crossed, smirking in that infuriating way that told him you were far too pleased with the chaos you had created.

Xaden sighed, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “So this is my life now.”

Violet, still grinning, wiped at her eyes. “You did marry her.”

“And had a child with her,” Imogen added, looking at Liam with something close to admiration.

Bodhi chuckled, elbowing Xaden. “Bet you thought ruling Tyrrendor was gonna be your hardest job.”

Ridoc, still sulking, muttered, “Should’ve thought harder.”

Xaden just stared at all of them, then down at Liam—who was currently leaning his head against his father’s shoulder, entirely unbothered by the chaos he had caused.

And that was when it hit him.

This wasn’t just some random habit Liam had picked up.

No.

This was you.

Liam had inherited your morning rule.

Your absolute refusal to engage in any conversation before you deemed it acceptable.

You had passed it down.

Xaden exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for half a second.

Then he turned his head and looked directly at you.

“…This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

Your smirk widened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Xaden groaned, resting his forehead against Liam’s tiny one. “I am so outnumbered.”

Liam, not understanding but clearly agreeing, hummed and patted his father’s cheek in what was probably meant to be a reassuring gesture. But when he turned his head again and caught Ridoc trying to open his mouth—

"Shhh."

Ridoc gave up entirely, throwing his head back and groaning to the ceiling.

And Xaden?

Xaden just accepted it.

His son was a menace. His wife was worse.

And his life was never going to be peaceful again.

Xaden had barely recovered from the realization that his wife and son had conspired—whether intentionally or not—to bring him to his knees with sheer silent tyranny when you spoke up again.

Casually. Too casually.

“So… do you think the second one is gonna be like this too?”

Silence.

Not because of Liam this time.

But because every single person in the room just stopped moving.

Xaden felt it immediately—the way everyone around him tensed, the sharp inhale from Violet, the way Ridoc’s jaw dropped. He could physically hear the way Bodhi snapped his neck to look at you.

Xaden’s grip on Liam instinctively tightened.

“…What?”

You, utterly unbothered as always, sipped your coffee. “You heard me.”

Ridoc, voice pitched an octave higher than normal, choked. “Second?” Violet gasped. “You’re pregnant?”

Xaden’s brain short-circuited. Because, no, you had not told him that. His wife—the mother of his already tiny tyrant—had just casually dropped this monumental piece of information in the middle of their morning routine.

Imogen wheeled around to face you, her sharp eyes wide. “You’re serious?” Bodhi looked offended. “And you didn’t tell us?” Sawyer laughed outright, running a hand through his hair. “I love her. I love how she just says things like it’s not a big deal.”

Rhiannon gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth before immediately smacking your arm. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You just grinned, far too pleased with yourself. “I just did.”

Xaden finally snapped himself out of it, his grip on Liam tightening as he turned to stare at you.

His wife.

His chaotic, insufferable, too-clever-for-her-own-good wife.

The mother of his children.

Children.

Plural.

“Oh,” he muttered, voice flat. “So that’s how I find out.”

You sipped your coffee again, completely unapologetic.

Ridoc, still looking betrayed, crossed his arms. “Unreal. Unreal.”

Bodhi snorted, clapping Xaden on the back. “Well, congrats, Dad.”

Xaden just exhaled deeply, looking down at the little menace still sitting in his arms. Liam, ever the stoic observer, blinked up at his father, clearly unconcerned with the absolute chaos unfolding around him.

Then, as if just now registering what had been said, Liam reached one tiny hand out—

And patted Xaden’s stomach.

As if confirming that there was, in fact, another one on the way.

Xaden groaned, running a hand down his face. “I am so outnumbered.”

And then—just to really cement how doomed he was—Liam turned to you.

“Mommy.”

His voice was sweet. Curious.

But then he lifted one tiny hand.

And pressed his finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

The room erupted.

A/N: SO like my finals are in 8 weeks so I wont be posting much BUT I am taking blurb requests for our fourth wing men Credit to @empyreanevents for the divider

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! love your writing, its so comforting to me <3 if it takes your fancy, would you consider writing a little something for james or sirius w a reader who has a hand tremor? i have one in my left hand and its been frustrating me a lot lately!! no worries if this doesnt interest you, sending love!

Sending love back sweetheart !

cw: reader shaves her legs

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 756 words

You’ve taken to shaving sitting atop the bathroom counter. You go slowly, using the sink to rinse your razor. With the amount of time it takes you lately, you started to feel guilty about the amount of water you were wasting doing it in the shower. 

Sirius has taken to sitting on the toilet and chatting with you while you do it. 

“I liked it,” he says, fingers drumming absently on the toilet lid. He’s got his legs spread and his arms resting between them, devastatingly handsome even when he’s not trying to be. He’s telling you about the film he went to see with his friends at the cinema today. “It was funny. Remus said it was sort of idiotic, but he’s in one of his pretentious moods. James thought it was funny, too, so.” 

“I’ll have to see it and pass judgement,” you say, concentrating on the line of foamy cream on your leg as you drag your razor up it. Your hand trembles, but the line stays mostly straight.

Sirius grins. “I’d go again, if you wanted to. You’d like it, there’s this one part where—” 

He cuts off when you hiss, hissing with you in sympathy. A bead of blood forms near your knee. 

“Hey, be careful.” 

You give him a sideways look, wiping the blood away and reaching for the tap to rinse your razor again. “Do you think I’m not?” 

Sirius frowns. He shakes his head. “No. Sorry, that came out wrong.” He pushes himself up, coming over to you. “Why don’t you let me do that?” 

You look at him for a moment, deliberating. There are lots of things that Sirius does for you. He writes letters if you ask him to, buttons your work shirts in the morning, does your eyeliner when you want to feel pretty and put together. You aren’t sure if you’re ready to let him do this for you, too. 

At your hesitance, he says, “You know I don’t care if you shave anything. Right?” 

It’s a conversation you’ve had before. Sirius is anticipating your answer. 

“I know, but I want to.” He nods, accepting. “And I don’t want to stop just because I can’t make my hand—”

“Easy.” He uses a warning tone, playfulness hidden beneath. “Don’t start insulting my favorite girl. You don’t have to stop, sweetness. Let me, okay?” 

You relent, passing your razor to him. Your hand quivers obviously during the transfer. Sirius closes his over it, giving your fist a loving squeeze before extricating the razor from its grasp. 

“Don’t cut me,” you say. 

Sirius tsks. “Are you kidding me? I’d sooner go to Remus’ and sit through whatever he thinks a good film is.” He wants you to smile. Kisses you when you do. “Don’t worry. I shave my face all the time, I’m not going to cut you.” 

You know he does. You like to watch him do that too, often teasing in lamenting tones about how roguish he’d look if he let his facial hair grow out just a little. Sirius will threaten to leave just a thin mustache, and that always shuts you right up. 

“It’s different than shaving your face,” you say. 

“Well, I think I’ll get the hang of it.” 

He really is rather good at it. This likely has something to do with how exceedingly gentle Sirius is being with you. He steadies you with one hand on the already shaven part of your calf, his brows lowered in concentration as he draws the razor up your leg hardly faster than you had. The touch of the blades is so ghostlike you’re slightly concerned he’s not getting any hair off at all. 

Your throat aches. You bite down on your lip to keep from crying. You feel so lucky, to have someone who would do this for you. Sometimes you resent that you can’t do it for yourself, or that you can’t do it better, but Sirius being so willing to step in when you falter makes it a thousand times better. He really seems happy to do it. It’s overwhelming. 

You don’t make any sound, Sirius doesn’t look up, but he’s skilled at sensing moods. 

“Alright, lovely?” 

“Yeah,” you reply in a soft voice. “Tell me about the film.” 

“Oh, I think you’re going to like it. It’s a bit stupid, but in a silly way, you know? Actually, are you busy after work tomorrow? We could do the thing where we get one drink and two straws; it’ll be romantic.” 

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ J. POTTER

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you were kids, james has always given you paper rings—little promises of forever. but as you both grow up, things start to change. the rings stop, the treehouse burns, and suddenly, james is standing with lily, holding a paper ring meant for someone else… or so you think

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff overload, pining, a sprinkle of angst but resolved quickly, excessive paper rings INSPIRED BY ಇ. (a bit) ➺ paper rings by taylor swift A/N ಇ. childhood best friends to lovers is james potter’s ultimate trope. argue with the wall ‹𝟹

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James Potter was seven years old when he decided that he was going to marry you. He didn’t understand much about marriage—only that it meant you’d be together forever, which sounded like the best thing in the world. After all, you were his best friend, and if forever wasn’t you, then who else could it be for?

The Potters and your family were close friends, and most weekends, you were bundled into the fireplace to floo to their house. James would meet you on the other side, grinning wildly and already tugging your arm to drag you outside. The two of you were inseparable, whether you were building forts in the garden or chasing each other around with toy brooms.

“Sunny, you’re supposed to catch it!” James exclaimed one summer afternoon as he tossed a quaffle your way. His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them up impatiently.

“I’m trying!” you yelled back, laughing as the ball sailed past your outstretched arms. You were too busy giggling to notice James running to retrieve it. He came back with dirt on his knees and his hair even messier than usual.

“We’ll practice until you’re as good as me,” he declared, puffing out his chest in mock importance.

You scrunched up your nose, sticking your tongue out at him. “What if I don’t want to be good at Quidditch? What if I want to be the best cake-eater in the world?”

James grinned, his own cheeks turning pink. “Then I’ll be the second-best. We can do it together.”

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By the time you were eight, James had discovered the fine art of crafting paper rings. It started when he saw his mum making origami flowers for a party. Naturally, he wasn’t allowed near the good parchment—but his dad handed him some scraps, and the rest was history.

The first paper ring James gave you was lopsided, crumpled at the edges, and had a faint ink smudge from where he’d tried to draw a flower on it. You’d accepted it with wide, delighted eyes, slipping it onto your finger like it was made of gold.

“What’s this for?” you’d asked, holding it up to inspect the crooked folds.

“It’s…” James hesitated, suddenly bashful. “It’s a promise. You’re my best friend, and I’ll always be there for you.”

You grinned so brightly he thought his chest might burst. “I’ll always be there for you too, Jamie!” you chirped, and the name stuck, much to his parents’ amusement.

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At nine, you and James built a treehouse. Or at least, you started to. James had insisted on using magic, and after much begging and wheedling, his mum had charmed a few planks of wood into place.

“It’ll be our secret hideout,” James said as you hammered nails into the rickety ladder.

“For what?” you asked, holding the ladder steady. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and there was a streak of mud on your cheek, but you couldn’t have been happier.

“For… secret plans,” James decided. “Like how we’ll sneak extra pudding without anyone noticing.”

You beamed. “And maybe we can put all the paper rings here too. Like a treasure chest!”

He thought that was the best idea ever.

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By ten, James had made you more paper rings than either of you could count. Some were decorated with little doodles, others with clumsy attempts at flowers or hearts. You kept them all in a shoebox under your bed, treasuring them like the precious artifacts they were.

One rainy afternoon, you and James sat cross-legged on the rug in his room, watching the droplets streak down the window.

“Sunny,” James said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you know what love is?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Not really. I think it’s when someone makes you really happy. Like my mum when she bakes my favorite cookies.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. I think it’s when someone does things for you. Like… like when you gave me the bigger half of your pie last week.”

You grinned, your toothy smile making his cheeks heat up. “Then I think love is when you gave me your scarf when I was cold.”

He grinned back, lopsided and bright. “Maybe love is when we’re best friends forever.”

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When you turned eleven, everything began to change. A letter arrived, delivered by an official-looking owl, and James practically dragged you across the room to celebrate.

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” he exclaimed, lifting you off the ground in his excitement. “This is going to be the best year ever!”

You squealed, clutching onto him as he spun you around. “Jamie, I’m so excited!”

Later that day, he gave you another paper ring. It was neater this time, folded carefully with gold-trimmed parchment he’d begged off his mum.

“This one’s special,” James said solemnly as you slipped it onto your finger.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Because it’s the last one before Hogwarts,” he said. “But I’ll make you loads more when we’re there.”

You beamed, clutching the ring to your chest. “Best friends forever?”

“Forever,” he promised.

And that was the thing about James Potter. Even when he didn’t fully understand what love was, he knew one thing: it was always going to be you.

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At Hogwarts, you quickly became part of the infamous Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and you. Whether it was sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks or plotting pranks on the Slytherins, the five of you were inseparable.

James had a knack for getting the group into trouble, and you had a knack for talking your way out of it.

“It’s not my fault Snape looks so funny when his robes turn pink,” James argued one day, as you all hid in an empty classroom after a particularly successful prank.

“You used an entire bottle of dye,” Remus pointed out dryly, though he was biting back a smile.

“Totally worth it,” Sirius said, high-fiving James.

Peter chuckled nervously. “Do you think he’ll ever figure out it was us?”

“Who cares?” you said, laughing. “Jamie, you’re brilliant.”

James beamed at your praise, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.

But while James was fearless in most things, there was one subject that turned him into a bumbling mess: Lily Evans, although you understood the feeling, cause she was gorgeous.

“Merlin’s beard, just look at her,” James sighed dreamily one afternoon as the five of you sat under a tree by the Black Lake. Lily was a few yards away, reading a book and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“You’re staring again,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

James turned red. “I am not!”

“You absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, smirking. “If you’re going to pine, at least do it with some dignity, Prongs.”

“I’m not pining!” James protested, though his voice cracked slightly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You drew a heart with her initials in your Transfiguration notes yesterday.”

“I did not!” James said, horrified.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You did. I saw it too.”

You burst out laughing, leaning into James as he groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Jamie, it’s okay to have a crush. Especially if it's on Evans. I do too but the difference is you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“You lot are the worst,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

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Despite the relentless teasing, you were always James’ biggest supporter. When he finally worked up the courage to ask Lily out in your fifth year, you were the one who gave him the pep talk beforehand.

“You’re James Potter,” you said firmly, gripping his shoulders. “You’re charming, funny, and completely brilliant. If she doesn’t say yes, it’s her loss.”

James smiled nervously. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” you said confidently.

And even though a small part of you felt a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name, you pushed it aside. Because James was your best friend, and you’d always be there for him—just like he’d always be there for you.

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It happened gradually, so slowly that you didn’t notice at first. The paper rings, once a constant in your life, became fewer and fewer. By sixth year, they stopped altogether. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, you and James were still thick as thieves. He was busy with Quidditch, the Marauders, and his relentless pursuit of Lily Evans.

But deep down, you missed them.

Then one day, an owl from your parents arrived during breakfast in the Great Hall. You tore open the envelope eagerly, only to feel your stomach drop as you read the letter.

The treehouse at the Potters burned down.

Your chest ached as you reread the words. The treehouse, your secret hideout, the place where you’d kept all the paper rings James had ever given you—gone. Reduced to ashes.

You left the Great Hall in a daze, clutching the letter as tears blurred your vision. It wasn’t just a treehouse. It was years of memories, laughter, and promises that now felt lost forever. You needed to tell James. He would understand.

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You found him in the courtyard, a broad grin on his face as he spoke animatedly to Lily. She was laughing, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and for a moment, you hesitated.

Then you saw it: a paper ring in his hand. Your heart clenched painfully as he turned it over in his fingers, showing it to Lily with the same excitement he’d once reserved for you.

You felt a lump form in your throat. It was silly, really. You’d known for years that James fancied Lily. You’d encouraged him, teased him, supported him. And yet, seeing him with a paper ring—your paper ring—meant for her…

It felt like losing a part of yourself.

You turned on your heel and walked away before he could see you, the letter crumpled in your hand. As you hurried back to the common room, you tried to push the image from your mind, but it clung stubbornly.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. Maybe Lily had finally agreed to a date. Maybe the ring wasn’t even for her. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

But the ache in your chest told a different story.

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You didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of the treehouse’s destruction—and the memories it held—pressed heavily on your chest. When morning came, you dragged yourself to breakfast, your usual bubbly demeanor dimmed.

James was already there, sitting with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, recounting some Quidditch play. He caught sight of you as you approached, and his grin faltered.

“Morning, sunny,” he greeted, nudging the bench beside him. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

You plopped down next to him, twisting the edge of your sleeve. “James… the..the treehouse, it burned down.”

His face froze, confusion quickly giving way to shock. “What?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

You handed him the crumpled letter. He read it, his expression shifting to heartbreak. “Our treehouse? The one we built with my mum’s old cushions and all the fairy lights?”

You nodded, your throat tight. “All the paper rings… they were in there, James.”

For a moment, he just stared at the letter. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like they used to when you were kids, and you buried your face in his shoulder, letting the familiar scent of parchment and pine comfort you.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think—I didn’t realize—”

You missed the way his breath hitched, his soft oh of realization. Missed the quick glance he threw across the table to Lily, whose knowing gaze met his. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, as if she understood something neither of you had quite pieced together yet.

But you were too caught up in the hug, too lost in your own heartbreak to notice anything else.

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James Potter was not one to do things halfway. The moment he realized how much those paper rings had meant to you, he made it his mission to bring them back into your life in abundance. It started small—a single paper ring folded neatly and tucked into your Potions book during class.

“James,” you whispered, holding it up with an amused smile. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name,” he whispered back, grinning mischievously before turning back to Slughorn’s lecture like he hadn’t just slid a tiny masterpiece of folded parchment into your life.

But James Potter didn’t stop at small. Soon, the paper rings started appearing everywhere. One in your bag during Transfiguration. Another tucked into your scarf at breakfast. A stack of them slid under your pillow one night. He even charmed one to float down from the owlery like a paper snowflake as you walked past.

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The grandest moment came during Transfiguration. James, thinking he was being discreet, crept over to your desk mid-lecture to slip a particularly colorful ring onto your parchment. Just as he leaned down, a shadow loomed over both of you.

“Ahem,” Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through the room like a knife. The class went silent, every head swiveling to witness James Potter caught red-handed.

James straightened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Just delivering a very important piece of classwork, Professor,” he said smoothly, holding up the paper ring as if it were a prized essay.

McGonagall’s lips twitched, though she worked hard to suppress a smile. “Very well, Mr. Potter. But if I catch you again, you’ll be writing lines until your quill runs out of ink.”

“Yes, Professor,” James said solemnly, though his wink to Sirius betrayed him.

As McGonagall turned back to the blackboard, you swore you saw her glance over her shoulder and wink—wink—at you. For a moment, you questioned your sanity.

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By the end of the week, you had more paper rings than you knew what to do with. You didn’t have the heart to throw them away—not after all the effort James had gone to—so you started collecting them in an old chocolate box you found in your dorm.

Every night, you added the day’s rings to the collection, tracing your fingers over the creases and folds as you smiled to yourself. It was ridiculous, really. They were just bits of paper, after all. But each one felt like a tiny promise—a reminder of a boy who made the world brighter simply by being in it.

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It was another morning at the Gryffindor table, and James was unusually quiet. Normally, he’d be drumming his fingers on the table, bantering with Sirius, or laughing at something Peter said. But today, he was poking at his eggs, lost in thought.

Remus noticed first. Of course, he did. “You haven’t mentioned Lily in a while,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened? Did she finally hex you into silence?”

Sirius barked a laugh, and Peter snorted into his pumpkin juice. But James just shrugged, looking nonchalant.

“Oh, yeah, about that,” he said casually, as if he weren’t about to drop a bombshell. “Well… that’s not happening.”

Your fork clattered onto your plate. “Really?” you blurted, a little too loudly. You immediately ducked your head, heat rushing to your cheeks.

James smirked, but it wasn’t his usual mischievous one—it was softer, more thoughtful. “Yeah, she kind of pointed out that I might have feelings for someone else.”

The table went silent. Even Sirius, who rarely let anything keep him quiet for long, was staring at James in surprise.

“And?” Remus prompted, leaning forward like he already knew the answer.

“And I realized… she was right,” James admitted, his voice quieter now.

“Oh,” you said softly, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “That’s… interesting.”

“Yeah,” James said, turning to look at you with a curious expression. “It is.”

For a moment, his hazel eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out if you knew what he meant—if you felt the same.

But before he could say anything else, Sirius, who clearly couldn’t handle the suspense, interrupted with a loud, “So, who’s the lucky person, Prongs? Don’t leave us hanging!”

James flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink as he grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering something unintelligible.

“Oh, come on,” Sirius teased, elbowing him. “Out with it, mate!”

But James just shook his head, laughing nervously. “Not telling,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

The conversation shifted after that, Sirius dragging Peter into a heated debate about whether or not owls secretly judged their owners, and you found yourself staring at your plate, your thoughts spinning.

You didn’t know what to make of James’ words. Who was he talking about? Was it someone you knew? Was it… you?

You glanced at James out of the corner of your eye. He was laughing now, teasing Peter about his messy handwriting, but there was something different about him—something softer.

You pushed the thought away. It couldn’t be you. Could it?

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The Owlery was quiet, save for the soft hoots of the owls roosting in their perches. You had just tied your letter to your parents onto a barn owl’s leg, stroking its feathers as it took off into the morning light. Beside you, James was doing the same, his handwriting as messy as ever but filled with his usual warmth and charm.

As his owl soared into the sky, you lingered by the ledge, watching the horizon. James leaned beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, the kind that came with years of friendship. But you couldn’t stop thinking about breakfast, about what he’d said, and about the way he’d looked at you.

“So,” you started, your voice soft, “this… someone else you might have feelings for.”

James froze, his hands gripping the stone ledge. “Oh,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “That.”

You turned to face him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Yeah, that.”

James rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Right. Well…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you asked, taking a step closer.

He glanced at you then, his hazel eyes searching yours. “Because, well because it’s you,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, delicate and trembling. You stared at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” James said, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s always been you, I think. I just… didn’t realize it until Lily pointed it out. And then when I thought about it—about us—it just made sense, you know? You’ve always been there. You’ve always been you.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “James…”

“I know it might be weird,” he said quickly, misinterpreting your silence. “And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I just thought you should know, because I—”

“I feel the same,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

He blinked at you, his mouth hanging open. “You do?”

You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I do.”

For a moment, James just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, his lips curled into the biggest, brightest grin you’d ever seen.

“Brilliant,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You laughed, the sound light and bubbly, and he joined in, his joy infectious. Before you knew it, he was stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

“I, uh, don’t have a proper ring,” he said, his voice nervous but warm. “But…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar folded strip of parchment.

Your breath hitched as he gently slipped the paper ring onto your finger, his touch lingering. “There,” he said, his smile soft and a little shy. “Perfect.”

You looked down at the ring, your chest swelling with warmth. It was so James—simple, sweet, and utterly wonderful.

“Perfect,” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

When you looked up, he was already watching you, his hazel eyes filled with something so soft and tender it made your knees weak.

“Does this mean you’re stuck with me?” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“Forever, if you’ll have me,” James said, grinning.

And as the owls cooed above and the sunlight bathed the two of you in gold, you knew you would. Forever and always.

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[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

so, ive been rewatching season two of arcane, and noticed a few things

in viktor's commune, this is the kid that leads jayce to viktor. i always thought it was like... an odd amount of focus to be put on this character. tho i wasnt really thinking too much of it, because arcane loves to zero in on background characters in a sort 'mulan and the others find a doll in the wreckage of a village' kind of way, you know? look small for big impacts.

putting the rest under a read more because this gets long

now, in ekko's alternate reality in episode seven. i always like watching the crowds of zaunites, mainly searching for easter eggs and any possible connections that i can draw back to our main universe. and i may have found one

here's the crowd watching heimer's little street performance

uh

UH

...........

this is, obviously, the same fucking kid.

what i think is most interesting about this, though, is that in the 'good ending' universe that ekko ended up in, zaun was a community where physical differences and disabilities, like needing a wheel chair as mobility aid, were not seen as something needing to be fixed. it can be implied that there are probably a lot more ways of making things accessible in that version of zaun, and that disabilities dont prohibit zaunites from being with others and doing what they want.

unlike in our universe, where this was clearly not the case. i think that that crowd shot is, in a way, a direct parallel to viktors backstory opening shots.

the group of children playing together as a group, and viktor, another child with a physical disability, is forced to be off by himself. isolated either because of his peers not wanting to be around him, or because the environment around him is just not accessible (most likely both)

they basically hand it to us. singed asks why viktor isn't playing with the other children, and all viktor has to do is show the fact that he is disabled for singed to understand. the inaccessibility and exclusion and ableism is just a fact of life.

so, it makes sense that when viktor gets the ability to heal others, he makes this child able bodied, just like he did for himself. viktor can't even conceive of a society like the zaun and piltover that ekko ended up in, because his whole life he has been cast aside due to his disability.

its just interesting to me that they made the child who brings jayce to viktor at the commune be another young zaunite with a mobility aid, just like viktor was. especially how later, jayce is the one to tell viktor the monologue about how he was never broken, and his disability wasnt something he needed to completely remove, because it was a part of him, and who he was already was enough.

just some cool food for thought!

[justmeinadaze]

Curiosity (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: When I tell you that this did things to me...omg.

I was going to do a one shot but there's a few stories to tell with this two (and I love them already so bleh!)

There is a small glimpse into future steddie activity ;)

I dedicate this to the older girlies looking for their own Eddie Munson <3

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, SO MUCH dirty talk <3, daddy kink (cause I'm me), praise, semi-public (back of his van), big dick Eddie Munson, squirting, etc. FLUFF, these two work together and talk about being each others "work spouses".

ANGST, Y/N stumbles upon Eddie's "second job" on OnlyFans, struggles with the notion of telling him, reader (like myself) makes jokes about being older, weight doesn't play a factor in here and its barely mentioned. Eddie does say how beautiful and sexy he thinks her body is. I think that's it.

The main angst here is her stumbling onto his account and not telling him.

Word Count: 7874

Donate to Me <3

"Yeah, she's got those pretty eyes

But behind them lies

Thoughts of him at night she can't seem to fight

Feelings that she knows she's gonna have to feed"

You hated call center work but it paid alright and it was something you could do while you worked towards your goals of becoming something more. While the work and customers were tedious, the environment wasn’t too bad. Your manager was a sweet girl a little younger than you and the company did a bit more for its employees than the typical “You did well this quarter. Here’s a pizza party.”

Your head falls on to your desk as you hang up the phone after one of the rudest customer experiences in your life. 

A slight draw back was, like your manager, a lot of the coworkers around you were younger, ranging from just graduating high school to their mid-twenties. Listening to most of these kids talk made you feel old as hell which is part of the reason you connected to the boy on the opposite side of your cubicle. 

While Eddie Munson was in his early twenties, he had a slightly older soul. When he wasn’t talking to you or anyone else, he had hair metal playing in his headphones and even had that long, wild hair to match. He talked about things you remembered growing up with fondly as if he was born around the same time and when you questioned him about it, he just said he was “raised right.”

“Fun chat?”, he teased as he leaned back in his seat.

“Exciting!”, you mumbled into your arm that your head was resting on. 

Eddie’s warm laugh filled your ears as his palm extended out to rub your back. 

“I know, sweetheart. These fucking people can be real pricks sometimes.”

“Edward Munson.”

“Mrs. Angela.”

“Language. Just because you aren’t on the phone doesn’t mean people can’t hear you on the other end.”

You laughed as you sat up, meeting his radiate grin as he chuckles. 

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Angela. I apologize for the foul mouth I was born with.”

Your manager mumbles a soft mhmm and he continues to smile as he leans in closer to speak at a much softer volume. 

“Don’t let these people walk all over you. Remember, they need your help.”, he winks before lightly poking your nose. 

As the day came to a close and you both walked out together, you asked him what his plans were for the evening and he responded the same way he always did. 

“Um, probably going to put in some hours at my second job. I want to put in more recording time this weekend and the fucking manager at the studio is demanding we put down payments before we can use the equipment. It’s fucking stupid. I mean it’s not like we’re taking the stuff home.”

“One day, you’ll have to let me hear you play.”, you smile his way as you throw your things into your car. 

“And one day you’ll finally accept my invitation to come see us play on stage.”, he grins as he opens your car door and rests his chin on the top while he watches you put your things away. 

“I think I’m too old to be hanging out in a bar.”, you giggle. 

“Says who? Definitely not me because if I met a pretty lady like you at The Hideout she’d never go home alone again.”

Eddie’s smile widens and he sticks out his tongue through his teeth as you roll your eyes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, weirdo.”

“Bye, babe.”

After he closed your door, your eyes followed him as he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit the end on his way to his van. 

He really was a good man and utterly adorable. People in the office called him your work husband which gave you secondhand embarrassment till he himself began playing into the role. 

“Hey now Mrs. Angela, don’t talk to my work wife that way. Don’t worry, baby girl, I got your back.”, he joked with the manager as he slid his arm around your shoulders. 

Eddie made you laugh constantly and when you had a hard day, he was your sound board allowing you to vent. A part of you felt guilty because he seemed to know more about you than you did about him besides the fact that he wanted to be a rockstar. 

You genuinely did want to hang out with him outside of work but the insecure part of you couldn’t help but always wonder why he’d even want to spend his free time with someone your age when he could be giving his attention to any of the slimmer, more attractive women his own age. 

The sound of him slamming his car door brought you back into the moment as you pushed your gear into reverse and sped to your home. 

***

“Hey, can I use your laptop to watch a movie in bed?”, you ask your roommate as her heels click along the floor behind where you were sitting on the sofa. 

“Seriously? That’s what you’re doing with your Thursday night?”

“Relaxing after a long day at the office? Yes, Kelsey.”

“Why don’t you go out on a date or something?”

“So is that a yes or…?”

Your roommate sighs as she scurries somewhere before she wiggles the device in your peripherals and you thank her. 

“Don’t judge me when you open it. I was watching this sexy guy on Only Fans. Hot damn.”, she swooned making you laugh as she quickly hugged you and hurried towards the door. “I love you! Don’t wait up for me!”

Shaking your head, you take her laptop and throw yourself on your mattress as you flip it open. 

Images of cute people caught your attention and you couldn’t stop yourself as you nonchalantly began to browse. You had never signed up for one of these let alone really knew anything about the platform besides the obvious. You weren’t a prude by any means, you had just never gone down avenues like this.

There were probably millions of people on this site… so the chances of your eyes landing on a face you knew had to be astronomical.

Yet as you clicked a “featured” link, a face you very much recognized appeared front and center. 

Eddie or as the name read, EddietheBanished, was smirking up at the camera with his upper torso bare showing off all the muscle you were completely unaware he had.

You should have let it go; respected his boundaries and closed the browser but it was like autopilot moved you as you clicked his link.

There he was.

The metalhead was sitting at a desk in what you assumed was his bedroom with his head hanging and hair in front of his face as he strummed his guitar. Shaking his mane, his gorgeous eyes met the camera before that sexy smile painted his lips. 

“I see a lot of new ‘faces.’ Welcome. I’m a nice guy I swear. I’ll be getting started here in a minute so take your time, relax, get comfy.”

You immediately backed out and slammed the computer shut, powerwalking into your kitchen to get a glass of wine. 

“No, no Y/N. He’s your friend and your coworker. Don’t invade that boundary. Don’t…”

As you took a sip of your beverage, you glared at the device that felt like it was taunting you from your bed. 

“Maybe…I can make my own account and just…see what he does. Maybe he just plays guitar without his shirt on. People do that right?”

Sitting back down, you reopened the laptop and logged out of your roommates account, selecting to create your own. 

“Name…name…I need a name…”

Um CurvyCorporateMillennial.

“God that’s dumb.”, you sigh at your internal thought as you upload a picture of a random flower as your profile pic and search for his name after you set everything set up. 

“Alright, friends, you know the drill. You get an hour to ask me questions and tip if you wish. The private group session will begin after.”

Over the course of the hour, you listened to him talk about music and his instrument, strumming along to random songs you definitely recognized, making you smile as you watched his fingers moved. Eddie was incredibly charming, replying off every innuendo with something cute or sassy in return. You enjoyed the regular answers more than anything as he came out of his shell a bit differently than he did at work. 

“Yeah, a lot of these tattoos I got because I had the money and I wanted it.”, he chuckled. “But this one here… I got for Master of Puppets and that album. Do you guys know who sings that?”

“Metallica.”

“Damn…CurvyCorporateMillennial answered that quick. Good girl.”, he chuckles making you smirk before you internally panic. 

“Shit. How am I the only one who answered that, that fast?”

“My mom and my uncle really loved all kinds of music. Inspired me to learn to play…”, he sighed as his eyes went a bit glassy. 

Your heart broke for him as you listened to the sad tone in his voice, wondering if something happened there. He never talked about his parents but to be fair you also never asked. 

“You play very well.”

A soft smile spread across his lips as he winked at the camera causing you to bite your own lip at how fucking sexy the action genuinely was. 

“Alright, we’re nearing the end of this hour. It was nice talkin’ to you guys. To my special group, I will see you in about five minutes. I hope to see you there to, Millennial.”

With that he turned off his stream, leaving you dumbfounded as you stared at your screen. 

“No…there’s no way he was talking to me. There have to other people with Millennial in their name… Y/N, you’ve been here long enough and you even engaged. You need to back away now.”

The entire time you went on the hunt for your credit card, you had that debate with yourself, down to the last minute and point you hit enter. 

When the new room opened, he was smiling at the camera as if he had been waiting just for you before they flicked down to the monitor in front of him. Instead of having a guitar in his lap, the metalhead displayed his palm absently rubbing his crotch through his sweats.

“Hey, guys. Thank you for your time and money. This is where the conversation gets fun.”, Eddie chuckles. “Ask away.”

“I shouldn’t be here.”

You can’t see anything displayed on the screen but you can see the reflection of words glisten within his chocolate eyes. 

“Aha, no. No, Steve tonight. I did ask but he said he’s incredibly busy this week…Ok, JulieGirl, I’ll let him know you miss him. Shit, I miss him to. Man definitely knows how to leave me a mumbling mess… Yeah? You’d sit on Daddy’s cock?”

“F-Fuck me.”, you panted, completely frozen as you watched him reach into his pants and take out his dick to spit over his tip, stroking it along his shaft. 

You had never thought about Eddie intimately like that but seeing him wrap his large palm around his girth had your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Fuck, no, wrong!”, you shout as you close the browser and slam the laptop closed. 

##################

“Hey, sweetheart.”, Eddie murmured while his hand rubbed along your back as he flopped down in his seat beside you. This was an action he did everyday which is why he was startled when you gasped and jumped in your chair. “Whoa! You alright, honey? Too much coffee?”, he joked, nervous when you didn’t laugh.

“I’m fine.”, you replied curtly, choosing to focus on your computer in front of you. 

For the rest of the day, you avoided his gaze and kept your head down to work. During your lunch you two would usually sit together but today when he asked if you wanted to go anywhere, you declined and gestured towards your monitor.  

As soon as he clocked out, you waited for him to exit the floor, clocking out as well before following. You hid when you noticed him waiting for the elevator, counting to 30 after he got on and the door closed before pressing the button to ride your own. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as you prayed you’d miss him coming back in, your eyes widening in surprise when the elevator door opened and Eddie was leaning against the opposite wall. 

“Hey, um, oh fuck. I forgot something—”

As the doors began to close again, the metalhead took long strides forward and his palm loudly smacked against the bumpers causing them to slowly open once more. 

“Did I do something to make you mad?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Did I say something or do something to offend you?”

“Pfft, Eddie, what are talking about?”, you reply as nonchalantly as possible while stepping around his broad frame and heading for the parking lot. 

“Oh, come off it, Y/N. You’ve barely said two words to me and now you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you—”

“Just tell me what I did wrong—!”, he shouts as he reaches for your bicep to get you to slow down but pauses when you abruptly turn and glare his way. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…grab you… I just…I don’t like this…you treating me like most of the people in this fucking town.”

“Huh?”, you inquire, genuinely confused. 

“Shit. I forget you’re not from here sometimes. Um, let’s just say I don’t have many friends. I know we don’t really hang out outside of the building but I like talking to you. It would seriously break my heart if you never spoke to me again.”

Your own heart cracked hearing the sincerity in his voice as his gaze shifted to his feet like a nervous kid. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything. I’m just…I have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks. “As your work husband it’s my duty to hear about my work wife’s woos.” As you laugh at his joke, a sigh of relief leaves his chest. 

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“Ok…may I buy you lunch, my lady?”

***

You exhaled as you got home and threw yourself flat on your bed, exhausted from the day and your constant thoughts about what you had seen the night before. 

You considered just telling him what you saw but you didn’t want to embarrass him nor did you want to come off like some kind of pervert. You knew he had a “second job” but you never asked what it was mostly because you didn’t want to pry. 

He seemed so hurt today when you ignored him and it didn’t help that you were now pent up, needing a release after hearing him talk the way he had. 

Your phone dinged and originally you ignored it, thinking it was most likely your roommate who was letting you know that she got to work safely like she always did being that she worked a late-night shift at one of the restaurants nearby. 

When you finally looked at the screen, you were surprised to see a notification from the OnlyFans account. 

Your private session with EddietheBanished starts in five minutes.

“Huh? I didn’t…”

Once again you debated with you internal self as you got to your feet and headed to grab your roommate’s device. 

“I can log in and just tell him ‘Hey it’s Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have clicked on your thing…’ Yeah…Ok, Y/N.”

As soon as you opened the browser and signed in, you made sure the camera was off as you entered the session link sent to you. 

“Hey, Millennial.”, Eddie’s sultry voice cooed as he smiled at the screen. “I hope it’s alright. I scheduled this session here. I noticed you left the group thing before it really started and since you paid for it, I thought it only fair to do this so you don’t feel like you wasted your money.”

Your face softened at his kind confession as you sighed and began to type. 

“You didn’t have to do that. You seem very sweet. I wouldn’t have felt like I wasted my money at all.”

“Aw, thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate that. May I ask why you left so abruptly?”

“I…”

“It felt wrong.”

The metalhead blinked as he nodded and leaned back in his chair as his palm absently rubbed his tummy, the action in itself filling your own stomach with little butterflies. 

“You’re not an OnlyFans normal, are you, honey?”

“Not really no. I was borrowing my roommate’s laptop and when I opened it I saw your face. I got curious.”

“It’s alright to be curious. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I seem to be unintentionally doing that.”, he chuckles causing your head to tilt. 

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about my problems.”

“No, please. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just… I work at this boring ass job during the day but the only person that keeps me sane seemed upset at me today…kinda scared me. My coworkers call her my work wife.” 

“I’m sure she just had a lot on her mind.”

“Hm, that’s what she said but…she doesn’t really talk to me about her personal life. I hope everything is ok. I invite her out sometimes but she always declines…says she’s ‘too old’.”, he laughs as he shakes his head. 

The two of you casually talked for what felt like minutes before you glanced at your phone and realized it had actually been over four hours. Eddie opened up to you, talking about his family especially his uncle, his dreams of being a rock & roll legend, and things he enjoyed like D & D. 

“I know absolutely nothing about that game! Lol. I wish I did though. It seems like fun.”

“Oh, baby, it is. Maybe you’ll let me teach you one day…see that pretty face behind the flower…”

“Pfft, how do you know my face is pretty? Lol.”

“Because how can a gorgeous soul like yours not be gorgeous.”

Eddie’s words gave you pause as your breath caught in your throat. He had said it with so much confidence to that you couldn’t help but physically hide behind your hands.

“I hope I’m not being too forward. I don’t mean to make you nervous or anything.”

“No…you don’t make me nervous…I think you’re just wasting that charm on someone my age.”

“Hm, well, I may be younger but I can still be Daddy.”

As he winks at the camera and smiles your whole body comes to life. 

“Eddie…there’s something I should tell you…”

“Did I move to fast? I’m sorry. It’s so weird but I feel like I’ve known you for years, you know? Fuck, probably sounds like a line.”

His hair moves from side to side as he shakes him head in shame and laughs making you laugh along with him. 

“It does but that’s alright. I’ve never done anything like this before. Not just the whole online thing but…the Daddy thing… God, that sounds so stupid.”

“No, no, baby, you don’t sound stupid. May I ask, sweetheart…did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Hearing me refer to myself that way; as Daddy.”

“Yes.”

Eddie’s smile stretches across his face as he bites his bottom lip and leans back in his seat. 

“I wish I could see you. I’m picturing you like blushing and being all giggly. Fuck, the thought of seeing you like that turns me on.”

Your breath shakes at his words as your thighs rub together. 

“You’ve spent so much time talking and getting to know me, baby, I’d like to return the favor.”

“How?”

Scooting his chair a bit closer to the camera, he adjusts his body so you can see more of his lap and chest. 

“How’s this, sweetheart? Got a good view?”

“I can’t see your face very well.”

You vaguely catch it as his cheeks turn a bright crimson and he smirks as he messes with the camera once more so you can see all his face a bit better. 

“Most people on here want to see my abs or my cock.”

“With partners, I like seeing their eyebrows scrunch together or their mouth fall open.”

“Hear that whimper most men try to hide under their heavy breaths.”

“Fuck me, honey. You definitely have a way with words. I like it. What, um, damn, you threw me a bit off my groove there.”, he chuckles as his palm rubs up his pec and over his opposite shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Maybe…we can talk next weekend. I can schedule the session myself this time. 

“Would it be too forward if I asked for your phone number? I’d love to talk with you through the week.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Eddie.”

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”

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You tried so many times to tell him about finding his account and how you were the girl he spoke with that Friday night, you really did. But the longer you waited, the harder it became. 

When he came in that Monday morning, Eddie had a different glow about him as he lightly tugged your hair and said hello. 

The week went by like normal and you spent every day hyping yourself up, finally deciding you would tell him on Saturday after surprising him by seeing him play at The Hideout. You figured he’d be in such a good mood that you showed up to see him, maybe he wouldn’t be so angry after you told him the truth. 

When you opened the bar entrance door, you were met with loud blaring music and a lot of young voices chatting over the music. Mumbling small apologies, you pushed past people to find a table near the stage hoping you’d be able to catch his eyeline so Eddie knew you were there. 

Lucky for you, they were already on stage preparing their equipment so you hastily snuck to the corner and called his name. When his chocolate eyes met yours, he smiled wide before seeming to freeze as he took you in. 

You weren’t sure what was normal for bar attire so you went with a green spaghetti strap dress with matching heels and light make up to accentuate your features. 

“Hey! I hope I’m not distracting you. I just wanted you to know—”

“Hey, no. No, no. You’re not…distracting me…”, Eddie interrupted as he jumped down from the stage to give you a hug. 

Fuck, he smelled amazing.

“Wow, sweetheart, you look gorgeous. I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

“I wasn’t sure what was normal or…”

“Pfft, fuck normal.” As his eyes continued to run along your face, you both seemed to realize he hadn’t taken his arms off your waist after your embrace. “Fuck…I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately. Usually, I’m a lot smoother than this.”

“Are you?”, you tease causing his grin to reappear as he takes a step back and pokes your nose. 

“There’s my work wife I know and love. Alright, I have to finish getting ready but please stay afterward and let me buy you a drink, ok?”

***

“Eddie, oh my God, you were amazing! I didn’t know you could play like that!”, you continued to compliment as he laughed, chugging back another bottle of beer in his grasp.

“Thank you, baby. Now, if you could advocate for us to get more record time so we can actually get something out.”

“Whatever you need. Do you have a shirt or maybe I can get a tattoo on my forehead.”

You giggle as he laughs and shakes his head. 

“No, Y/N. Would be a shame to damage a gorgeous face like yours.”, Eddie smirks as you bite your lip. 

“So, did your mom teach you to play guitar like that or did your uncle?”

The metalhead blinks, slightly taken aback. 

“What would make you say that? My mom or my uncle and not like my dad?”

“Oh, um, we’ve talked about your uncle before and you’ve never really mentioned your father so I just assumed… I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry.”, he sighs as his gaze shifts to the table.  “My mom got me into music but my uncle taught me to play my guitar. My dad taught me other bullshit like how to hot wire a car and how to spend the rest of your life in prison.”

Your heart breaks for him and on impulse you lean your head on his shoulder as you place your palm over his.

“Yeah, this is why I don’t usually talk about myself.”

“You can always talk to me, Eddie.”

The man smiles softly as he lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side. 

“I’m glad you came, Y/N. It was nice seeing you out here bobbing your head and cheering for me.”

You laugh as he tilts his head against yours and his hand slides from your shoulder down your bicep. 

“I’m your wife. I thought it was about time to come see my husband play his loud records for the youngens.”

Eddie’s throat vibrates as he chuckles through his teeth but you barely notice as you nuzzle your nose into his neck and inhale the smell of his cologne. 

“You always talk like you were born in 1943 or something.”

“Psh, my body makes me feel that way sometimes.”

“Now why do I doubt that? With a body like yours, honey, I bet you feel better than any of these other girls.”

Leaning your head back, your eyes lock with his as your hand comes up to rest on his cheek so your thumb can caress his bottom lip. 

Just as his mouth is about to press to yours, you gasp as you push away from him. 

“Oh my God…Eddie…I’m…I’m so sorry.”

As he watches you panic, confusion floods his face and freezes him in place until you hurriedly push out the front door. Before you make it to your car, a ringed palm grabs your arm, pushing your back against an adjacent van as he crashes his lips to yours. 

It was a messy kiss but fuck did it taste fucking good. 

Pressing his forehead against yours, he allowed you both a moment to catch your breath as his tall, broad frame kept you boxed in.

“Please, Y/N. I want this…I want you…I want to feel you…”, Eddie whispered as his mouth ghosted your neck to your ear and your eyes rolled shut at the sound. “I want to taste you and hear all the noises you make, baby.”

“F-Fuck…Daddy…”

“Uh my God.”, he breathily panted as his hand absently reached for the door handle and opened the back. “It’s ok…this is mine…I promise.”

The metalhead didn’t even wait for a response as he lifted you by your waist and placed you inside, shutting the door behind him. 

As you crawled backwards further into the back of his van, he hastily climbed up your body to attach his mouth to yours again. Placing his knee between your legs, you took advantage desperate for friction to relieve the ache making you dizzy with need. 

“That’s it, baby girl, use Daddy’s leg. Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.”

Your fists grabbed at his shirt as you moaned against his lips. 

“Are you gonna cum, sweetheart? What a desperate little thing.”

The rhythm of your hips hastened as your grip on him tightened and your back arched as the coil snapped. 

“Good, good girl. Fuck.”

As his mouth attached to your throat, your fingers reached between you two and sloppily fumbled with his belt as he reached back to help you pull his pants just below his ass. 

“Holy shit.”, he whispered as your palm took hold of his incredibly hard cock and moved the cotton blocking your core to the side to allow him entry. “Fuck, baby.”

Your arms came around to cling to his shoulders as his head fell into your nook and he set a steady pace.

“Oh my God, Eddie…your dick is so big…” He grunted at your words as he rolled his hips, pushing his length as deep as your pussy would allow and then some. “I’ve never…I’ve had anyone so… fuck…”

“Tell me, honey, please.” When you don’t immediately respond, he lifts his head to kiss you. “You can do it, beautiful.”

“I-I’ve never had anyone so deep.”

“Fuck, baby girl. Tell Daddy how you want me to make you cum again. Do you want it slow?”, he asks as he gradually pulls all the way back till it’s just his tip before thrusting back into you. “Or do you want it fast and hard?”

“Faster, please.”, you beg as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Eddie does what you ask, his head falling again as he roughly pounds into your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair and his own palm slides behind your back, holding you to him as your body trembles and your pussy squeezes him like a vice as you cum. 

“Shit…good, baby. Fuck, you choke my dick when you cum…so fucking tight…where do you want my cum, honey.”

“In-Inside, Eddie, please.”

He started to lift his head to make sure you were sure, but your hand kept him against your throat as you rolled your hips to meet his eliciting a loud grunt from him as his mouth fell open.

His whole frame collapsed on top of you as his pace faltered and you felt his release paint your walls. The strangled groan followed by his heavy pants were the sexiest things you had ever heard and as you lazily turned to look at his face his mouth was waiting. 

Compared to his other kisses, this one was much more tender. 

A soft kiss between two people who had known each other and been friends for a long time. When he pulled back, his chocolate eyes met your irises as his fingers caressed your cheek. 

After a few moments, he silently pulled out of you, kissing your forehead when you winced before crawling towards his glove box and rifling through it. 

“Shit. I thought I had tissues… Ok, um, let me grab some napkins real quick from inside and then…if you’re up to it…maybe we can go to the diner and have some dinner…talk?”

You nod, smiling as he fumbles with his own pants and belt while almost falling out of his van before catching himself on the door. 

“Fucking shit! Uh, I swear I’m more, uh, graceful than that…ok, I’ll be right back.”

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Eddie was an absolute gentleman that night; taking you to dinner where you got to know him a bit better. Afterward, he drove you home and walked you to your door with a smile that you returned with a soft kiss. 

After closing your door, you looked through the peephole to find him beaming wide before throwing his hands in the air in victory and heading back to this car. 

You dreamt about his arms around you and thought about him all morning, the subtle soreness between your legs a constant reminder. 

“Hey. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you and I hope you’re feeling ok. I have to work tonight for a bit but maybe after I can call and we can talk?”

You smiled at his text before the realization hit you that his “work” was the website and he still had no idea you were one of the accounts he was talking to. As if to emphasis that a point, a notification flashed on your screen reminding you that you had a session scheduled with Eddie the Banished later that evening. 

Opening the computer, you sat there preparing your speech and apology, ready to tell him everything but when his face illuminated your screen it gave you pause. Before when you saw him online, he usual had on just sweats or boxers but this time he was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a Dio album on the front. 

Still donning black sweats, he had his hair pulled up and out of his face making you smile. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I hope it’s ok but I need your advice.”

“You want my advice?”

“Yeah. You seem incredibly smart and with our last conversation I know you’re easy to talk to.”

As Eddie grinned nervously, you couldn’t help but blush as your fingers flew along the keyboard.

“How can I help?”

“Ok, so I was playing my show last night and this girl…woman…I work with finally showed up to see me. I’ve been asking her for months to come and each time she said she couldn’t for one reason or another. Usually because she said she was ‘to old’.”, he laughs, rolling his eyes. “She’s not. She’s probably the same age as you since she’s a Millennial to but anyway… I loved seeing her come out of her shell, you know? She danced in her seat and headbanged; it was so fucking cute.”

As his smile grew at the thought you bit your bottom lip at the sight. 

“After the show, things got…intimate… and, um, so I guess my question is…how do I tell her about this?”, he asks as he gestures towards his computer and camera. “I don’t want her to think I’m like…a whore or something. I do this for the money because call centers pay their fucking employees jack shit. Add in the fact that I still kind of need to do it because my band and I are SO close to finishing this record but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or feel like I’m cheating or something. I’m not my dad… I don’t fucking know…”

“Honey.”, you type as he covers his face with his palms. “Breathe. It’s ok. The fact that you’re even thinking of all this I’m sure will mean a lot to her. Eddie, I have to tell you something.”

“I just don’t want to lose her. No one has ever made me feel the way she does. At work I get a glimpse of what a relationship with her would be like and I love it. She’s so funny and sweet. Whenever she’s frustrated, her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk and she sighs like she wants to throw her computer out the window. When she smiles, the entire room lights up. She’s so beautiful, you have no idea.”

“Have you told her any of this?”

“Before last night I didn’t think I stood a chance. In my hometown, people don’t exactly like me. The Munson name carries a lot of weight because of my dad. He conned so many people here and add in the fact that I grew up in a trailer… they see me as trash. It would kill me if she saw me the same way. 

“No, Eddie. She would never think that.”

“Then she makes jokes a lot about her age and sometimes I get worried that she’d see me as like a kid or something. I’m highly aware that a man her own age could probably give her way more than I ever could but… I don’t know. Maybe if she can call me Daddy like she did…she can see me as someone who can take care of her because I will, honey. I don’t care what I have to do.”

“Sounds like you already know what you have to do :). Just talk to her, baby. She… she may surprise you herself.”

“She surprised the hell out of me last night. When she called me Daddy, I almost fucking came in my jeans. I’m sorry. Don’t mean to be crude.”, he grins as he sticks out his tongue towards the camera. 

“It’s ok lol So it was good? The intimacy?”

Eddie’s gaze shifts off camera as his teeth drag along his bottom lip. 

“We’re friends right?”

“Of course.”

“It was the best I’ve ever had, Millennial. Fuck, her lips tasted amazing. I can only imagine what her pussy tastes like. Shit… It happened so fast I wasn’t able to take my time with her but next time… I’m going take her on a date Friday if she says yes. I want to take her to dinner and really make her feel special. She deserves that. Then I’m going to explore her gorgeous body till she’s begging me to stop.”

 Your thighs rubbed together at his words as that similar ache between your legs lit a fire in your belly. 

Without thinking about it, you grabbed your phone and texted his number. 

“Eddie when will you be free??”

Instantly, you heard vibration on his side of the stream and watched as he leaned forward to grab his device. As he smiled down at the screen, you felt your need for him rise as you watched his long, thick fingers fly along the phone’s keyboard. 

What is it about this man that has you feeling like this?

“I can be free now. Why? Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just…”

“Do you think you could come over?”

“Hey, uh, Millennial, I have to go but I’ll keep you updated. Maybe next time you can give me your number and we can keep in touch. I may need more advice!”

Your brain is too foggy to register how that will be a problem later as you type out your goodbyes and he signs off. A moment later, another text from him comes through to your phone. 

“Yeah, I can be there in ten minutes. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I need Daddy.”

The three dots flash on you screen for a millisecond before he replies, “I’m on my way, baby.”

***

Eddie’s fist barely has a chance to knock before you’re opening your apartment door and tugging him inside by his collar, roughly bringing his lips to yours. 

“Ro-Roommate?”, he asks as his eyes briefly notice the two bedrooms. 

“Work…works…overnight…”, you answer between passionate kiss as you tug off his leather jacket and he lifts up your shirt tossing it aside. “Need you…please…”

“I got you, sweetheart. Daddy can take care of you.”

You practically melt into his embrace, backing him into the living room wall and yanking off his shirt so you could drag your lips down his chest as you start to descend to your knees before he grabs your arm.

“No, no, honey. I said Daddy is taking care of you.” With one swift turn he spun you around, placing his palm beside your head to steady himself. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Can I taste you, baby? 

Eddie smirks when you emphatically nod and places a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Can you say it?”, he whispers. “Tell me what you want.”

His eyes stay on yours as he slowly falls to his knees and his palms reach up to pull down your underwear till you were completely naked. While his lips gently pecked along your belly, your own hand reached out to pet his head. 

“I want you to feel your t-tongue in my pussy.”

As his smile grows, Eddie abruptly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and dives into your cunt, doing what you requested. With every flick of the muscle between his teeth, you felt yourself falling deeper into euphoria. This metalhead definitely knew what he was doing and reveled in it as his tongue roamed. 

“Oh…Oh my God, Eddie. Just like that…” 

Your fingers pressed him harder against you and his moan vibrated through you at the sensation. As he picked up his pace, his mouth overwhelmed you as he sucked and made out with your clit till he felt your body quiver as you came. 

Rising to his feet, you circled your arms around his neck as he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you trying to elongate your high. 

“I knew it. I knew you tasted like fucking heaven. Fuck, such a good girl.”

After pushing down his sweats, you licked your palm and wrapped it around his girth, his glassy eyes fluttering at the feeling. 

Eddie’s free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head so he could see your face. 

“Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard on my cock. Goddamn, I keep thinking about how tight your little pussy gets when she cums. Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy.”

You suddenly let him go as your hand flew down to grab his wrist trying to push him away as you whined.

“No, no, sweetheart. Don’t run from it. Daddy’s got you. Give in to it. I’m right here.” At his murmured words, you continued to cling to him as your hips rolled against his fingers. “Atta girl. I know, I know. Cum again for Daddy, baby.”

A string of uhs left your lips as his eyes remained glued to your face and your nails dug into his skin as the coil snapped. 

“Goddamn, you are so fucking sexy.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as his mouth latched onto your neck and you carefully guided him to your bedroom while tried to stumble out of his pants. 

“Motherfuck—I swear I can walk.”, he jokes as you both fall naked onto your bed. 

“Well, only if your pants are on correctly.”

Eddie laughs as he pushes up on his forearms to look down at your beaming features. Your index finger gradually extends to caress his cheek and along his chin, grazing the light stubble that clung to his skin. 

“You’re handsome.”

At your compliment, his jaw flexes as he tries to contain the obnoxiously huge smile that wants to stretch from ear to ear at your adorable tone. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“I mean it. I always thought you were.”

“Yeah?” You nod, biting your bottom lip to contain your own smile. “You want to know a secret?”

“Hm?”

Eddie crawls a bit further up your frame, gently kissing your jawline till he finds the shell of your ear. 

“I always thought you were beautiful to, baby.”

Utilizing his knee, he pushes your legs further apart as he grinds his cock between your dripping pussy lips but before he could guide himself inside of you, your hand lightly pushed on his hip as you gently pulled his hair. 

His face flooded with concern as his eyes scanned you over. 

“I want to see your face this time, Daddy…Please…”

A relieved chuckle left him; thankful you were ok. 

“You’re going to kill me, honey.”

Licking his lips, you watch as Eddie’s eyes momentarily shifted to the void as he reached between your bodies and pressed his mushroom tip to your entrance. When his irises found yours again, he brought his arm back around and tenderly petted your head as he slowly thrust his cock inch by inch. 

“You’re doing good, baby girl…taking me so he well.”, he praised when he noticed your eyebrows twitch in what appeared to be pain. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Do you need me to go slower?”

“No…No, Daddy. You’re… you’re just…”

“Yeah? Just what, princess?”

“You’re so big.”

“I know, baby, I know but you’re doing so good. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Y-You can…you can go harder…you d-don’t have to be so—fuck—gentle.”

Eddie stops moving for a moment as he smirks down at you before suddenly smacking his hips into yours eliciting a loud moan from deep within you. 

“Like that?”, he teases as he pounds into you again. “I told you…Daddy’s got you.”

Finding a faster rhythm, he kept his intensity as he repeatedly abuses that sensitive, spongy spot deep within you that has your mind reeling. 

Pushing upright onto his knees, the metalhead pressed your thighs flat into the mattress as he watched himself disappear inside your cunt. 

“Shit—your pussy feels too fucking good. Cum again, Y/N. Cum on Daddy’s dick, baby.”

“Something…something’s different…”

Eddie slows for a fraction of a second before he realizes what’s about to happen. 

He sees it all over you scrunched face. 

Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit as he keeps a steady pace. Again, your hand tries to grab at his wrist but he’s much stronger than you as your movements don’t deter him. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Daddy’s right here, baby. Just let it happen.”

A wave of pleasure stronger than you had ever experienced before washes over you as the ball in your tummy drops and you scream his name. 

“Atta girl! Fuck, Y/N.”, he groans, his thrusts faltering as he pumps his release deep inside you. “Fuck…it’s ok…you’re ok.”, he pants. “I’ve…I’ve never made a girl squirt before.”

It took him a moment but it was only then that he realized you were crying. 

“Hey. Hey, hey, what’s wrong, baby. Talk to me.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you hug him and he continues to try and comfort you. “Everything’s alright, Y/N.”

“I-I-I’ve never done that before. I…ruined the moment…”

“Oh, honey, no. No, you didn’t ruin anything.”, Eddie cooed as he moved back to allow you to sit up and he could wipe your eyes with his thumbs. “What just happened was incredibly fucking hot.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, beautiful girl, it was. I’m honored to be the first guy to make you cum hard like that. I mean…of course being your husband only IIII can do that…”

At his joke, you laugh as you reach out to lightly hit his bicep as he giggles along with you. 

“How about this? Let’s get you into a bath and all clean, then I can change the sheets and get you in some nice comfy pajamas.”

“Will…will you lay with me after?”

Caressing your cheek, he leans towards you to gently kiss your lips. 

“Of course.”

After your bath, Eddie gave you some alone time to complete any needs you felt you needed to complete before bed and as soon as you were done, you stepped out of your bathroom to find him just finishing making the bed.

“I hope this is alright. I found these sheets in a closet in the hallway.”

“These are actually my roommates.”

“Oh… well…sheet.”, he jests, smiling when you breathy laugh. “Sorry, bad joke.”

“I like it.”

Stepping towards him, you grab his arm and push him under the covers so you could curl up into his side. Lifting his arm, he circles it around your shoulder and you pleasantly sigh as he plays with your hair. 

“At some point, sweetheart, we’re going to have to talk about this…us…”

“Is that bad?”

“No, fuck, I made it sound like it was going to be. I just…there’s some things I need you to know…about me…my life—”

Your palm cuts him off as your eyes meet his. 

“Later. Tonight, I just want to be close to you like this.”

“Yeah…”, he sighs before craning his neck to kiss your forehead. “Me to.”

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[miltonbarbie]

Wukong, Mk, and Macaque with a very hyperactive + bubbly crush </3

[Mentions of NSFW]

🍑 Wukong 🍑

He always loved how talkative and straightforward you were, he's never seen someone as confident as you before.

When you first met, his first thought was literally just: WOW. This person is A LOT.

Would honestly listen to you for hours even considering that he can get impatient with other people sometimes.

Greet him with a hug, he'll try playing it off all cool and stuff but he lays awake at night thinking about it.

You two go out to the amusement park a lot. And your always dragging him to roller coasters or REALLY fast rides. He's 100% gonna excuse himself to go to the washroom and then throw up. But he loves you too much to ask you to leave.

He notices every little thing you do, like when your sitting down and you start kicking your feet. He's gonna die and come back to life.

As much as an amazing, strong, powerful and supercool (his words, not yours!) Diety he is, when he thinks about you he legit starts twirling around and jumping up and down squealing like he's your biggest fan.

I feel like he's really good at art, so he's gonna ask if he can draw you once in a while. Tell him you love it, and he's just gonna fall for you again. Even better if you hang it up in your house.

When you start dating, you'll feel more comfortable enough to get more relaxed around him, but it still shocks him how behaved you can be if you want to. He's definitely still used to you being all Impulsive and whatnot.

You two are literally the embodiment of eccentric reckless cutie x chill enabler and it works so well for you two.

This immortal fucking GOD is simping over a hyperactive human dumbass and he feels absolutely no shame for it.

Also let's be real, Wukong is the biggest whore known to mankind. So we all know damn well he's had fantasies of pounding that little mortal pvssy until you screamed.

🍜 Mk 🍜

Oh boy oh boy..

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. PERIOD.

You two gush over everything together, doesn't matter whether it's a show you love or some random shit Mk keeps rambling about like some bootleg illegal ripoff of a Monkey king inspired video game called "MONKE KANG: Asskicker 3D"!!!!!!!!

You both are stupid but you love each other justtt the same <3

In between shifts he'll get caught by Pigsy trying to text you and he'll do it again. And again. And aga-

So much ADHD.. You two get overstimulated being around the other so as much as you don't want, you have to take breaks from seeing him sometimes.

But even with all that energy he has, you still can't get enough of lil' ol' Mk.

He once tried to secretly replace himself with a clone because he wanted to hang out with you but got busy.. You found out right away and yapped about it for 4 hours.

Mk is emotionally unavailable most of the time, so when you two get some alone time, it takes all the strength in him not to confess flat-out because he missed you so so much.

Sometimes he wishes he wasn't the Monkie Kid because it takes time away from being near you. But it's okay, you plan stuff every once in a while.

You got really jumpy and happy when he showed you his Monkey form, and he let you brush his fur for the rest of the day. Now he's like that most of the time because one, he can't really control it. And two, you love his monkey form anyway!

He's definitely thought of fucking you animal-style in that form too.

Have fun being idiots together, the rest of the gang are on literal MISSIONS to keep you two apart.

🎭 Macaque 🎭

Ohhoo he loves seeing that stupidly pretty face of yours whenever you get all excited..

But to be honest, he thought you were REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING at the beginning when he first met you.

He only began to soften up a few weeks or maybe a month or two after realizing how much of a sweetheart you were, and that your hyperactive traits were just a part of what makes you, you.

Sometimes when you're in your room and you're on a call with someone, he'll send one of his shadow clones to listen to your voice for him so he can jerk off to it.

You go to all of his plays, and he's usually a confident guy. But one look at YOU? He's so close to accidentally stuttering on the stage he has to mentally slap himself to make sure not to.

His biggest turn-on is when you wear skirts and you're jumping around all giggly n stuff while he gets the perfect view of your ass.. That's why he prefers to walk beside you or slightly behind you to get that 4k quality.

You two definitely have that Yapper + Listener vibe. You can talk about some absolute bullshit and hell, he'll still be listening to you. But half the time he zones out imagining what that mouth of yours would look like on his cock.

He wanted to buy you roses but got embarrassed (surprisingly) and shoved them up Wukong's ass.

He's a biter. He's such a biter and even while keeping that "friendly" attitude with you, he always finds a way to put his teeth on you. Whether you're fighting over a snack or play fighting. Even during a regular conversation he just bites your shoulder?? Kinky much??? (Yes, he is.)

You found him sleeping on top of your ceiling so you threw a rock at him to wake him up and he started borderline hissing at you like he had rabies. He then realized it was you and didn't speak to you for a whole week.

You make him do things he wouldn't regularly do and it pisses him off.