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sleepybiscus · 3 months ago

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hey girl, i really like your fic about silly patootie Jiji 🤧🤧 can u write a fic where y/n is a girl who is quiet and likes to ignore everyone whenever she doesnt have the mood to talk and Jiji is intrigued by her? 🐒🐒🐒🐒 thank u if u notice this tee heee

and also y/n is the type to get sick easily due to the ability of seeing ghosts lol, if she gets sick what would Jiji do lol ✨✨

"SEEING THINGS" - JIN ENJOJI x reader

----I GOT CARRIED AWAY OOPS hope you enjoy it anyway!!

----fem reader, minor swearing, hallucinations, ghosts (no manga spoilers i don't think!!)

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Ever since you moved to Kamigoe city, you've been seeing... weird things. An odd movement out of the corner of your eye, even when you were alone in your room. You heard sounds at night. You had nightmares of a horrific creature, a figure dark and misty with piercing eyes that looked into your soul, forcing you awake in a cold sweat, making your body feel weak and numb.

It was concerning how jumpy and anxious you had become ever since you moved; you seemed to be on constant alert. Was it hallucinations? Was it because of the change in environment? Had you gone insane??

It wasn't just at home, though. A constant eye was watching you, staring into you, haunting you.

You often stayed home sick, feverish, shivery.

There was a boy who joined your class. A certain Jin Enjoji—Jiji. He flirted around with some of the girls in your class and you observed from the back, ignoring the looming dread that hung in your mind. For some reason, he even tried to use some stupid pick up line on you.

You stared up at him, not speaking a word. Hopefully he would just get the idea and go away so you wouldn't have to worry about talking to him, but for some reason he seemed really adamant on getting you to react.

Jiji was clearly trying a little bit too hard, to the point where one of the guys that sat it front of you turned around and told him to quit it;

"Drop it dude, no one talks to her anyway," he chuckled nervously.

"Huh? Why?" the new kid asked.

The guy looked around at his friends nervously and you kept looking down at your desk, wishing this bothersome interaction would end.

You didn't come to class the next day. That stupid spirit kept its eye on you, the paranoia keeping you awake and the physical symptoms tiring you out even more.

When you eventually got back to school a few days later, after recovering, that Jiji kid came up to your desk before class started, like he did the first time you met; only this time, he came only to you, curious, intrigued.

"Elllooo!! Sooooo,, how come you were gone?" he asked playfully, leaning his arm on your desk, waiting for you to answer. There was something about him, about his aura, that felt... oddly safe.

"...Home," you mumbled in reply.

Jin gasped; "She speaks!! She speaks!!!" he cheered. You looked back down at your shoes. It was odd how often people said that.

"I've got another question!! Home...why?!" He made it sound like some kind of game show interrogation—"Home" for 300! You looked to the floor by the door—people were walking in to start class.

"...Sick."

"I see, I see! ANYWAY, wha-" he began, but he was cut off by the teacher clearing his throat and requesting silence from the whole class.

"Catch ya later!" he whispered to you, scurrying back to his seat on the other side of the row.

Once he left, you suddenly felt cold; you shivered, not realizing that the chill had vanished while he was at your desk until after he had left. That weird presence. Why had it gone away while he was next to you? Just what was up with that guy?

During lunch break, you sat by yourself like always and scrolled idly on your phone. You distracted yourself as usual, earbuds in your ears.

"BOO!" boomed a voice from behind you.

In shock, you jumped and suppressed a shriek.

Lo and behold, Jiji creeped up from around the corner and scared you. He began to laugh, but promptly noticed how you were staring wide eyed, without a word—unmoving.

"...Sorry..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, smiling apologetically.

He sat down next to you and this time you noted that again, the air suddenly felt less cold, less chilling. You relaxed your shoulders, feeling more as ease than usual. It was an odd thing, a normal you weren't quite used to.

Jiji tried to make conversation with you and every once in a while you would respond to his yapping, or nod your head. He was set on trying to make you laugh, or at least smile. For some reason, he kept hanging around you since then, which you didn't mind. You didn't exactly show it, but you did enjoy his presence; and the sense of safety it brought.

Even though being around Jiji let you feel somewhat safe from the grasps of the spirit, that made it hit worse when you got home. Eventually it got bad again; you stayed home for a day, and a day turned to three. It made you sick, like there was something in your throat stopping you from uttering a word, your body heating up to fight it. Thankfully, it eventually calmed down and after the weekend, when you got back to school, you felt more at your normal, although it was clear from the bags beneath your eyes that you hadn't gotten much sleep.

Before class started, Jiji came up to your desk, smiling as usual, yet worry was still evident in his expression.

"Mooornin'! Where were ya this time?" he asked, leaning on your desk as he often did. "Siiick?" he guessed.

You nodded, glad to see him again. You noted that his hairstyle seemed to have changed a bit since you last saw him.

He found you during lunch after class in your usual spot, but it was clear to Jiji that something happened in the time you were away. To him, you didn't seem to only be sick. That, and he noticed that there seemed to also be a spiritual presence around you.

"Heeyy... You can tell me if something happened, y'know," he prompted as he sat next to you, opening up a Pompy and taking a sip.

For some strange reason, you trusted him. Trusted him not to judge you. Trusted him to believe you.

"It's... It's watching me," you said faintly.

"...It's watching you?"

Jiji thought in silence for a second. You were suddenly nervous that he wouldn't understand, that he was like everyone else.

You heard him mumbling something about an evil spirit under his breath and finally turned your head to face him with a look of confusion. An evil spirit..? Were those even real?

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up with him, pulling you with him to your classroom.

"We're going to see Momo!" he explained.

Momo? Like.. Momo Ayase? What has she got to do with this? Besides, you had never talked to her before; what the hell was he planning??

She was sitting at her desk with two girls you recognized as her friends, Miko and Muko, and she seemed to be in the middle of a conversation before Jiji came into the room, with you almost hiding behind him.

"Momoooo!! We need to talk to you for a second!" He struck a pose, pointing towards her. You fidgeted with your hands, nervous.

"Hah? Bout what?" she inquired, turning to face the door and noticing you standing by him, as confused to see you as you were to see her; were you the "we" Jiji was referring to..?

"A possible evil spirit?" He made a spooky gesture with his fingers and Momo signaled to her friends that she would be right back, lifting herself out of her seat to meet the two of you outside the classroom.

"What's this about an evil spirit?" she asked, more to Jiji than to you.

"Well ya know how she's sick all the time? I think it's cause she can see spirits! Right? Riiight?? Don't you feel a presence too?"

She glanced at you and then at the ground, deep in thought.

"Now that you mention it, I guess so, yeah," she said, nodding.

She closed her eyes, concentrating, and made a grasping motion with her hands; from behind her, what looked like two giant, turquoise wings copied her movements. Or were they also hands? You couldn't help but stare in utter disbelief, blinking a few times to affirm what you saw.

"What the..." escaped from your lips.

Chills went down your spine as you heard those same sounds you heard at night in your room, only amplified a hundred times. It was as though you walked into a room where every sound was infinitely louder, echoing and echoing through your head, a chilling shriek. It took all your willpower not to scream, dropping to the ground and covering your ears to no avail.

Jiji kneeled down next to you, his lips moving and his eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you couldn't hear a word he was saying. Though the hallway was eerily empty, save for the three of you, screaming that seemed like it could be coming from crowds of people rang through your ears.

And then it stopped.

"Aha! Gotcha, you little shit!!" Momo exclaimed. You opened your eyes hesitantly, the first thing you saw being Jiji leaning over you and stopping you from falling over, sighing of relief seeing you less distressed. Both of Momo's sets of hands were clasped together tightly and she was smirking, the glowing green arms pulling something from out of your sight into to the hallway.

"It's pretty weak, I think... Oi, get up! We still don't know what it'll do!" she ordered, mumbling something about somebody whose name you didn't recognize under her breath. Jiji lifted you up by your hands and made sure you could stand before leading you away from it. None of this felt real, and yet, the painful headache it was giving you was the kind you could only feel in reality.

You closed your eyes again, biting the insides of your mouth and squeezing your palms.

"Hey, don't worry, kay? Momo knows what she's doing, trust me!" Jiji reassured you. "Like, she and Okarun saved me from a spirit like that not too long ago. It'll all be over soon."

He was still sort of holding you up, and when you opened your eyes slowly, you realized just how close he was to you.

"I think it's dead..?" Momo declared, the psychic hands vanishing from behind her and the air around you feeling warmer. Though you found it hard to believe, you didn't really have time to think about it because the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.

Jiji smiled at you reassuringly—as if nothing had just happened—and the three of you went back into the classroom; people started to make their way into the halls, filling them back up after they were so oddly empty only a moment ago.

You sat back at your desk, your shoulders notably more relaxed than usual. You didn't pay much attention to the lesson for once, your mind on whatever the fuck just happened. So evil spirits were real and not just stories after all? Were those weird glowing hands real too? And what was it that Jiji said about Momo saving him from a ghost? Who was this Okarun person??

"Nah, something just came up. You didn't hear anything?" You heard Momo saying to her friends from the other side of the room.

But you could tell something had changed. You didn't feel its aura anymore. Whatever happened, it definitely worked.

Jiji found you after the last class of the day.

"I owe you an explanation, don't I?" He laughed.

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his hairstyle changed halfway through, manga readers iykyk

this was fun to write ngl!! took me way too long... but honestly such a cool request thank u vm!! i hope its to your liking:)

#dandadan #dandadan x reader #jiji x reader #jin enjoji x reader #jin enjoji #jiji #jiji enjoji #dandadan fanfic

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erwinsvow · 19 days ago

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I need a background on wifey and pope like how they met everyone's reaction to her and stuff 😭

I yearn for them

i am SOOOOO happy you asked about this because i honestly have a million ideas and i'd love to know what you think would be the best one to use whenever i finally start writing them. my favorite trope ever is sweetheart girlfriend with the boy no one expects her to be with so i went a little berserk thinking about them. i am yearning so much i'm so glad to yearn with you. same as last time, read more since this is looong

okay SO, at first i thought maybe they meet during a job?? like if anyone has ever seen the town, when they kidnap the one teller and then let her go and ben affleck's character falls for her? like if they're taking two get away cars and wifey would just be a patron at the bank (i picture her as a nurse!) and when the storm the place and have to pick a hostage, he picked her. sometimes when i think of these things i try to imagine it like a scene from a movie, so she would be staring up at him with like wet teary eyes while he holds a gun to her head. i imagine the others would be in the vault getting the money and pope would immediately be so disarmed and lower the gun away from her because she'd be saying "please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" and he'd go "i'm not gonna hurt you." and maybe if someone in the bank got hurt wifey would plead with pope to let her go help him, saying how she's a nurse and he might bleed out. the others would just try to keep the hostage until they get out safely but i think pope would let her help the person and she would say thank you to the literal man holding her hostage because she's a sweetheart and he'd just stand there like ? he has a mask on but she would keep looking back up at him, even when the others pour back into the room and they all have weapons so it's not like she's only worried about him.

well anyways.. i think a few weeks later, they don't hear anything about anyone dying, so the guy must have lived. and you're a nurse, so pope does pope things and becomes a little obsessed. tracks down your hospital, finds your shift. goes in with a cut on his hand and lets people get taken back before him until you come out to get him. i think he'd try and fail to be subtle, while you're bandaging his hand he asks you something like "is that guy okay?" and you'd be confused but laugh, he's a little strange but cute and generally polite so far, besides the staring. you've dealt with way worse. "what guy?" "the guy from the bank." BUUUUT here's my thing. i don't think she'd get up and call security and be scared. i think she'd know exactly who this is. so you nod, and pope's hand would tighten around your wrist, and he tells you again that he's not gonna hurt you. he just wanted to make sure that guy was okay. and then maybe he'd ask if you're okay. and i think the conversation would go something like you telling pope that he saved that man's life, and pope would say that you saved his life, and you say that if he hadn't let you help him, he would be dead. so it was both of you. and i just think that it would be the first time pope would have heard that kind of sentiment.

so you tell him to come back if the wound gets red or swollen or painful. he nods and listens to your every word like he doesn't know how to take care of cuts. and then later that week, there's a black truck outside your apartment. maybe you work weird hours, live in a bad area.. he would think himself responsible for making sure you get from the hospital to your house safely. i mean can anyone on this blog say that if pope was checking in on you like this that you wouldn't fall for him? because that is exactly what sweetheart wifey reader does, she thinks it's sweet and she thinks he's nice and she's willing to overlook the whole armed robbery hostage thing. one day he's lurking outside and then your front door opens, and you run up to his window and tap on the glass carefully.

"are you hungry? i made dinner, if you want to come up."

okay so that is one theory. another one i like is that you're in some kind of a public place and there's something going on, like someone is pulling a job or there's a shooting and you just get covered and held down until it's over and when you look up it's pope who saved you. and not for any real reason that he knows what to do in this situation and you didn't, maybe he just happened to be standing next to you. so obviously wifey would be so thankful and enamoured, like i can't remember what it's called, like when you start liking someone because they saved you? like transference. so they would start seeing each other and wifey would have such a great view of him for saving her like she would have never realized that she should maybe be scared. and also pre-prison pope, i mean we don't actually know what he was like, but my best guess is a little less hardened, maybe a tiny bit softer? and i like this idea since she would have seen the good before the bad, kind of concedes on all the rest as she finds it out since she knows how good he is. i can also imagine a really intense moment would be when he comes home to her after some job and he's covered in bruises and has like five grand in a bag and she's just like andrew? and i think he would maybe open up but in his own way, like "my family and i do bad things. are you sure you still want me here?"

also MEETING THEM!!!!! pope gets shot on a job and it's one of those where they need help but not, like, tijuana help, and craig's genius idea is like kidnap a doctor leaving the hospital but pope just hands him his phone and says to call the first number on speed dial- ohh can you imagine when wifey shows up with her little supplies and trembling head to toe because her bf is hurt!!! and she's meeting his whole family but she can't worry about that until she stops the bleeding. she gives the vibe of like making pope take a couple of shots of tequila to help the pain and then taking one herself so her hands stop shaking. and then when he's patched up they'd hug and the others would stare at each other like o_o i'm very silly unfortunately i thrive on imagining things in my head until a lovely person on this blog asks me to elaborate and then i go crazy. but wait! there's more!

baz would be concerned about how much you know. do you know about previous jobs? do you know what they do to launder the money? does he give you any money? and i think pope would be so mad at this line of questioning, like you're secretly an informant or something. i think deran would just be confused, but starts piecing things together, like how pope's been more stable, maybe works at a car place in his free time and doesn't freak out (they mentioned this in season four i think). that would be because he wants wifey to be able to say that her bf has a steady job. idk i think it's cute. craig would probably try to hit on her and after realizing that wifey is uninterested, he would think that you two must be really serious. like i appreciated how perceptive craig is in s4 of pope, i think that might hold true back then too. he'd be confused why someone like wifey is dating him but then again they all are. (because its my favorite trope! i see that anyone who is still reading this far down can sense that.)

i talked about wifey and smurf. obviously smurf would host a family dinner and tell pope that he has to invite his new friend. doesn't say girlfriend, which irritates pope, but he complies. wifey shows up in a cute sundress, with dessert, and a bottle of wine because she doesn't want to be seen as rude for coming empty-handed. sits next to pope, holds his hand under the table. he squeezes your hand while you get questioned but you don't mind, you'd do it for him. i think smurf just assumes it's not gonna last because you seem shy and easily scared, but she doesn't actually know what you and pope have, so. again, i'll leave whatever issues wifey reader has up to the reader to decide. but whatever they may be, she finds it very healing and safe to be with pope, and so in whatever way she is fixing him, he is fixing her too. that's what i think the others don't get.

okay, if you read this far, wow, thank you and i love you. i hope this made sense. if you were imagining something else please let me know i would love to (clearly) talk about it <3

#wow. issues. a lot of them. clearly #<3 #📮 asks #pope cody

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th3lovely1 · 9 months ago

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Emily Engstler x Actress! Reader

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- Written in headcannon form

- Possessive Emily??

- Should I make a part 2?

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● Being an actress has its ups and downs especially while being with Emily. You're acting in all of these movies and whatnot when Emily is dealing with basketball, so you guys are going to be busy a bit. It was something that you guys had to get used to but it worked out after a few conversations(cause with Emily yk it'd have to take a bit).

● Speaking of being busy, whenever either of you has to travel you guys ALWAYS make sure to call before bedtime. It doesn't even matter if you were too busy to talk throughout the day but the both of you always make sure to call each other at night. Sometimes you guys won't talk a lot and other times you'll talk for hours. But it just depends on how the day was. The good thing though is that Emily is always there to listen. In fact, she even encourages it most times.

"No, you're all good, baby. Keep on talking. I wanna hear how your day was"

AND HER TIRED VOICE OMG!!

● She will never EVER get tired of bragging about you. Whenever anyone asks who she's with she automatically pulls out her phone to show them sooooo many photos and all the shows/movies you were in. And most times they'll stand there like 🧍‍♀️ while she's going on a big rant about you.

"Oh yeah, this is my girlfriend. She's been in this show, which is totally awesome, you'll have to watch it sometime. But she's also been in some other stuff too. Isn't she amazing?"

● But since you're an actress that means that you're popular with A LOT of people and we all know what that means. Luckily, you have Emily at your side who will not hesitate to throw hands for you. So if you're out in public and you both start noticing someone following you or if someone's just trying to be weird in general, she'll walk right up to them and confront them about what they're doing. And she's like 6ft so of course it's gonna be intimidating for the other person. After a few interactions with Emily your fans finally started to calm down. There have been times where you've had to stop her from fighting someone for your sake.

"Em, you can't do that! Everyone's looking!"

"So what?! They can't take a hint for shit!"

"Oh my god..."

● When you're out together she loves to always be touching you in some way. Like holding your hand, resting her hand on your back, or your arms touching while walking together. It's not even just because she's reminding your fans that you're together but also because it lets her know you're by her and safe.

● There have been times when people got weird with you and it made her worry about you WAYYYYY more. She definitely turned into a little helicopter parent for a bit. At first it was sweet but it was something that you guys had to talk about and manage.

● When you have premiers for your movies, she makes sure to come to every. single. one. And she makes sure that she's matching the theme too. She gets a little nervous sometimes but you're always there to help sooth her.

"Are you sure this looks okay? You look all pretty and perfect, and I'm just..."

"You look just fine, Em. Fantastic even. You have nothing to worry about"

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now let's go"

● All of the paparazzi was something that she had to get used to. She's dealt with people coming up to her for photos and stuff but with you, it was completely different. She makes sure to bring sunglasses with her at all times or things that she knows will hide you guys easily. She's even researched different ways to deal with paparazzi in hopes of helping both of you. If yk that one anti-paparazzi scarf? She got one for you.

● She's really understanding about how your guy's schedules work and so are you. So being busy and sometimes missing some things isn't too big of a deal unless it is really big or important. It is a rule to communicate about it after though.

● COMMUNICATION IS MF KEY IN THIS RELATIONSHIP!!! I can not stress that enough. She knows that you have all these fans and people looking at you so there are times when you have to reassure her. And being busy so much is another thing that had to be managed. There was a lot of talking when you guys first got together. But all of that just makes your relationship stronger.

#x reader #emily engstler #emily engstler x reader #wlw post #wlw #actress #actor #actress reader #wbb #wbb x reader #wbb x you #lesbian

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r3starttt · 1 year ago

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Blushy! Ellie

cw: very short, pure fluff and a little bit suggestive at the end

Blushy! Ellie who first saw you before going on patrol and simply thought 'she's pretty' but the moment you made eye contact with her (a mistake you didn't even realize) she freaked out in such a pathetic way.

Blushy! Ellie who couldn't stop finding you everywhere and couldn't stop looking at you even when she didn't mean to, like, her eyes would find you soooo casually and then she simply couldn't stop paying attention to you.

Blushy! Ellie who also refused to even approach near you because... tf was she even supposed to say, without being awkward or weird or random???

Blushy! Ellie who panicked the moment she was introduced to you by such charming friend in common (we all know who) and had no clue about what to do or how to act or what to talk with you about so made the first minutes suuuuper awkward until you thankfully realized what was going on and did something about it because she seemed soooo sweet

Her middle and index fingers kept intertwined, fidgeting with them as she silently prayed for this whole thing to end. There were the smallest of signs but you knew you had to take the chance. Her sheepish smile, the tender blush on her cheeks, it had to be such coincidence if you were wrong.

"Like the shoes... they suit you" you finally spoke, ending with the painful vibration that came from nothing in between the two of you. Her eyes rapidly met yours, first replying with a small smile. "You think so?" You nodded "I know so. I like you, ellie" your hand signaled her, from her face to her shoes, precisely. She simply chuckled.

Blushy! Ellie who was made fun of after that interaction, which only presured her to try and male the smallest move on you.

Blushy! Ellie who after overthinking it a lot decided to invite you on a date, like, a real official date.

Blushy! Ellie who didn't know how to react the moment you started to flirt with her. How could you be so hot????? And how could she have a chance with someone like you??? Whatttt

Blushy! Ellie who could not stop feeling her face and stomach burn whenever you touched her hands slightly or directed your gaze to her lips, whenever you made eye contact with her or told her how pretty she looked and how entertaining she was.

Blushy! Ellie who walked you home, unsure about how close you wanted her to be with you and freaking out whenever she saw someone she knew.

Blushy! Ellie who gave you the most ridiculously lovely smile the moment you kissed her goodbye!?!?!?

Blushy! Ellie who planned the next dates until you had to ask her to actually start dating because??? She was taking way too long and you needed her desperately

Blushy! Ellie who got turned on sooooo easy and fast the very first time you made a sexual comment.

Blushy! Ellie who never actually learned to react to those comments.

Blushy! Ellie who needs her hands on you, specifically on your ass, grabbing you by the hook of your jeans, making circles with her thumb around your waist, leaving kisses on your neck. And who always gets shy whenever you make her realize that she's doing it.

"What was all that about?" You laughed at her. Ellie was taking her shoes off, ready to lay in bed with you for the rest of the day.

Her brown scrunched, looking at you from the corner of her eyes, murmuring a gentle 'huh?'.

"You were eye-fucking me" her smile widened incredibly fast, lowering her eyes to focus on her shoes. "Can't I?"

You quickly turned your attention back to her, it was unusual that she even dared to respond the same way, and you had to take the chance. "Is that so?" a nasal chuckle came out of her, you could barely see her face but she definitely regretted it. "Yeah"

#( 𓍼𓈀A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ⨟ 𓍯 ellie )#( 𝕽EQ'S﹕⠀ ❪ Ellie ❫#ellie fanfic #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x masc reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ( ellie )

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wanderingconstellations · 2 years ago

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FIRSTLY, HERES A GIFT FOR U

IM HERE ☝️😤

so yes!! battle lust reader! encountering our beloved scara or wandere (you choose!) during an adventure!

reader is basically famous like diluc, absolutely skilled with a spear and hand to hand combat, traversing around sumeru, inazuma, everywhere basically and during a fight against [insert whatever monster reader is up against]

scara/wanderer encounters reader who- was gashed up, injured, struggling to stand, panting heavily and absolutely horny, a secret side of reader only she knows—but ofc scara/wanderer appears

im sure you already know what battle lust means (since childe ofc 🤭)

so being affected with lust and adrenaline, making it sense somehow, reader unknowingly attacks scara/wanderer, it takes awhile to regain reader's senses but once they do, reader was already being fucked relentlessly- because scara had notice her palpating heavy breaths, sweat, flushed face, whimpering, grinning with every strike and hit scara/wanderer lands on her, all during the fight

basically, out of fighting, reader is has a good ass elegant and respected reputation as an adventurer, but scara/wanderer had just- witnessed such a contrast from the infamous adventurer, the reader... 🤭

YOU SEE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS?1!1?2 I HOPE YOU DOOOO (im kinda hesitant to be very detailed in asks since i have no clue if you like heavy details or not 🥹) ILY I HOPE WE CAN INTERACT MOOOREEEEE!!!!

THATS SOOOOO HOTTTTT 🫣

You were famous, known for your elegant skills and traversing to nation to nation. Though, you had a certain enemy that resides in Snezhnaya, one that you loathe. You never ever want to meet him.

While fighting, you ended up losing all senses to yourself. You were gashed, injured, and panting heavily. You were in a state of battlelust and while wandering through out the trees and greenery, you came across Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. He notices your state for moment before you attacked him out of no where.

Luckily for him, he was able to dodge your attack. He scoffed and threw and insult at you, apparently wondering why the hell are you attacking him out of now where.

"Tch, what the hell are you trying to do?!"

Despite his insults you attack again, a grin was on your lips. This was out of character for the oh so elegant and well respected adventurer. You continued to attack him until he finally successfully attack you, ending up with you landing on the ground and him hovering on top of you.

You gasped. A lustful look on your face, you grinned, getting up once more and kicking him off his feet. You both continued this for who knows how long. You were in a state of battlelust, and it was visible on your face.

"It's pathetic on how much of a masochist you are. What would you do if everyone knew about the so elegant and well respected adventurer who was actually a freak in sheets?"

That was what you heard when you finally came back to your senses. Damn right, before you were getting fucked, Scara noticed how you whimpered and your flushed face whenever he landed a hit on you. He was weirded out at first but it somehow amused him of how you were still smiling despite your injuries.

Currently right now, you were gasping and whimpering at the feeling of his cock penetrating you.

"Ohh wow, finally back to your senses now huh? Well too bad, I was only getting started with you."

A cocky smirk was tugging on his lips, his hands on your bare hips were starting to hurt. Your breasts were out on full display, bouncing with every thrust Scara did. Your legs were hooked over his shoulders, you were in mating press and damn right, it felt amazing.

Your battlelust was whole different person from you, and he absolutely adored that lust you had in battle, that would give him a reason why to fuck you so senselessly like this, or maybe not but he doesn't give a single fuck. Your panting and whimpering look was already enough for him to know that you were enjoying on what he was doing.

"Ahh..I knew it, you wanted me just as bad as I do don't you? Don't deny it, your body here just wants me so much that it's clenching on me so tight, it's unbelievable.."

He was right, your cunt was squeezing his cock so nicely, taking him in greedily and milking him out. His fingers pinch your nipples, making you squeal and whine. Scara would be so mean, bruising your hips, pinching your nipples until it hurts, degrading and humiliating you, but it's not like you were complaining anyway.

"Who knew that the famous adventurer was such a cock hungry slut? Clenching and squeezing onto this cock like it's their last..Ohh..I wonder what would happen if people found out, would you runaway and come back to me just to get your brains fucked out? Don't be ashamed, it's okay. I don't blame you for wanting my cock this badly, you're my cock hungry slut afterall."

Him and his arrogant personality made you want to punch him, but what can you do? After all, his cock was hitting your sweet spot so nicely that you were spasming around his cock already, cumming and coating his length in your juices. He was taunting you, teasing and humiliating you, shaming you for being such a slut for his cock.

Your eyes were glistening in tears, cheeks flushed and nails clawing at his back. Your clothes were either on the ground or teared apart. Your tits were on display for him, bouncing with every deep thrust he made.

Scara gave a zap to your clit, making you shiver in pleasure as his fingers continuing to rub your nipples and fondle with them, his other fingers down on your clit and occasionally giving zaps to your sensitive nub, making you squirt on all over his abdomen.

"So dirty, squirting all over my cock like a filthy whore."

He scoffed, continuing to pump his cock into your drenched and abused hole. You were a complete drooling and babbling mess, quivering and overstimulated by how many times you came.

It was so good, so so good, your pussy was heavenly to Scaramouche. You were so dumbed out by his cock that you lost count of how many times you even came because of his cock and ministrations. The only thing in your head was him, one that you call your enemy, Scaramouche.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact x you #smut brainrot #genshin impact scenarios #genshin smut #genshin impact #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #scara smut #scara x reader #genshin impact x female reader #fem reader

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thelonelyshore-if · 21 days ago

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Monstrous magic is maybe one of the more obvious candidates for a visible representation, and i'd love myself some monstrous abomination MCs. But I'm also kinda obsessed with the idea of a monstrous MC that isnt visibly physically monstrous and isnt trying to be scary, yet you can just feel that something is wrong with them.

They look just like your normal everyday human, but you cant help feeling like a prey animal, like you've been caught and cornered whenever their gaze meets yours from across the room. Your hair stands on end and your breathing quickens anxiously when you pass by them too closely and you want to look back, to see why, but you have a nagging thought that, for your own good, maybe you shouldn't. Nothing about their voice or a manner of speech stands out, yet you cant help hearing (or imagining?) a quiet growl accompanying their words. Theres is a single second before they enter the room when your fight/flight/freeze/fawn response triggers, and you don't know why until you notice them walking in. Or do you actually know?

You can't explain any if it. If they gave you weird looks or acted out, if their body moved the way it shouldn't, if at least something about them was out of place and decidedly non-human, it would've been so much easier to know why. All of it just leaves you with a question whenever theres something actually wrong with them that your whole being picks up on and reacts this way, or something is actually very wrong with you.

Dropping a self indulgent ramble in your askbox, sorry. I love characters with a creepy and off-putting and dangerous aura no matter if there's actually anything wrong with them or not.

Please don't apologize I'm eating this ask up it's great. I love characters who look and act and seem human but who make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The idea of seeing somebody who is by all appearances totally normal who nevertheless makes you feel a little flash of fear, the urge to run...it's sooooo good.

#asks #magic talk #im a vampire lover though so im deeply biased in this lmao #tysm for the ask!!!

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k2ntoss · 1 year ago

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Imagine Dick and Jason trying to gain your attention and affection. That would look funny to me.

The thought just simply makes me feel special. Wanted.

Sorry if it sounds weird. I'm just starved for affection from my favorite fictional husbands but they ain't real so yeah you know the deal 🥲

I SWEAR- i need them too like sooooo much, i feel you 😭

now it is indeed funny because they look so good they're not the kind of dude that needs to gain someone's attention, they steal looks when they walk around but there's this need in them to have your eyes on them whenever you're close.

dick is a little more direct, he sits by your side one day and gives you a pretty smile, he would ask you what you're doing and listen to your every word just to turn the conversation into one meant to get to know you. dick asks what kind of things you like, what you drink when it's cold outside, what movies you like to watch when it's late night and he does the same every day but he starts to arrive with your favorite seasonal drink on his hand, a small dessert or a copy of your favorite old book.

on the other hand, jason is more of a watcher (not on a creepy way), he has talked to you a few times for especifical stuff so he knows you are aware of him but when he's on the same room as you he watches from afar. it's not that he's shy or insecure to talk to you but he's not that elocuent so he decides it's better to approach you with a reason. on cold days he'll find you with a book on your hand but no coffee around, he goes to get you one and sits by your side "got you this, a good book and good coffee makes a cold day better" his voice is soft and it warms your heart more than any other hot drink, he does the same until he's sure it's you sometimes looking out for him.

#luv letters!#dick is so fucking cute i mean ueeeeeee #we love attentive dudes #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd blurb #jason todd x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #jason todd

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white-poppie · 2 years ago

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I wanna be yours

Synopsis: You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

Pairing: S.sano x gn! reader Genre: Fluff-> Suggestive-> Angst -> Fluff, SFW TW: Age gap (4 years) smoking, crying, cursing, Waka being mean, Shin being the biggest flirt ever, sooooo much tension Phew~ WC: 2k A/N: Reader is around 18 here and Shin is 23. Before you come at me saying 'omg the age gap' shush.

Song rec: Just One Day by BTS (listened to it on rep while writing.)

You frowned at the grey clouds, meandering malevolently overhead, the moisture in the air made you sniffle as you found yourself tracing your steps to Shin's shop.

A weird dread lingered whenever you came to your brother's best friend's shop. The smell of gasoline and that crooked smile on his face, smeared with oil and dirt always sent a catastrophic spurge of butterflies in your stomach.

"Sano san," you called, entering the half-open shutter. Half-open to stop the water from entering. You were drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin and the cold made you shiver.

Shinichiro peeked at you from under one of the cars. His black tresses stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and humidity under the machinery, "Hey Y/N", he drawled, his eyes squinting to adjust to brightness as he saw your pathetic and soggy state, "shit, you're soaked." He said stating the obvious.

With a slight groan, he got out from under the car, his breathy voice sending shivers down your already trembling figure.

Dusting his pants he looked at you, "Got caught in the rain?" He said with his onyx eyes seemingly undressing your soul.

You bob, "Do you mind if I stay here till the rain stops? It's really cold."

Shinchiro nods as he picks up a towel to wipe his sweat with, throwing it somewhere on one of the bikes. He looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, his inky, dark eyes raking on your drenched silhouette. He has to clench his fists to stop him from staring, he sighs and walks into the storage as you stand awkwardly, soaked like a duckling in the middle of his shop.

He comes back with a jacket, his posture straight and wide shoulders pushed back as he walks. He grabs the jacket with his hand and comes close to you, you can smell his peppermint aftershave, his chest inches away from your face as he puts the jacket on your shoulders, fixes the collar, and tucks your hair that falls loose behind your ear so that it doesn't get stuck in the zipper. It takes him all humane strength to not caress your cheek and pull you close as you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours.

"Feel warm enough?" he says softly, his voice all raspy like he is thirsty for something.

You nod and flush, looking away, feeling as if you are melting from his intense gaze.

A breathy laugh escapes from his nose as he pats your head, "So cute."

You gulp as your heart thumps in your chest. You've had a crush on Shinichiro since you first met him when your older brother Wakasa brought home a kid with a funky-looking hairstyle. You were 8 at that time and Shin was 12. You were experiencing those cliched-brother's friend trope, god you have rejected so many boys just for him.

And being so close to him, even after all these years, sent a catastrophic spurge of sparks, his voice, his scent, his gaze--it was almost painful, trying to take each breath in the heavy air.

Shinichiro breathes shakily as he looks into your eyes, he seems to be in a spell-bound trance at the sight of you...and you are so close to him, his arms itching to embrace you, his fingers parched for the sensation of your skin underneath them, it was almost perverse how his desire for something so tender and non-sexual was killing him from inside.

"Sano-" you whisper breathily, eyes flickering at the taller man

"Shin," he corrects you, his fingers still resting behind your ear, “It’s Shin for you.”

You gulp and nod softly, heart muscle thumping like a jerking light bulb, spasmodically. Your hands and feet were cold, it was like adrenaline was pumping in your body, everywhere except your face, which was flushed.

"Shin," you correct yourself softly as if relishing the syllables of his name on your tongue.

“Good job,” he says, his eyes filling with something so raw, you felt undone by it, The hand that rests behind your ear now moved to rest on your cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and leans in.

Your heart speeds up at the gesture, but there is this void in the pits of your stomach that makes you move away, “stop,” you say softly.

Shin snaps out of the trance and takes a step back, “shit, Y/n I am so fucking sorry, I should’ve asked before, is ms sorry I misread your actions.” He sighs guiltily, his stomach almost dropping at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, "I am sorry, I really am, I should have been the mature one in this situation instead of getting carried away, you are still a kid.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Your heart hurts at the word thought that he still thought of you as a kid, you were an adult, what difference did it make if he was just a couple years older than you?

“ ‘S not why I moved away,” you say and look at the ground, knowing that if you look into those abysmal eyes, they would draw out the tears in yours. “Your explanation just proved that I did the right things- you feel as if that desire was impulsive, lust-fuelled.” Your voice cracks as you explain it to him, “I don’t want that, I don’t want that half-hearted kiss, without any romantic feelings just because of one day, I don’t want that Sano san.”

His throat felt dry at the pain in your voice, the crack in your words and the use of his family name, “who said to ya that it was a momentary thing?”

“Please,” you chuckle bitterly and sniffle, “you confess to every other girl, how am I different?”

“You are different,” he says sternly and takes your hand in his. His rough, calloused hands, the skin cracked at the intense work in the shop. “Yer’ special to me.”

“Bet you say that to every girl,” you say on the verge of crying, you would’ve died, take your feelings to your grave, but this was so much more painful.

“I don’t,” he says softly, the smile lines on his face lighting up his pale skin, “I’ve only said it to you, never seen anyone as perfect as ya'. I am addicted to you.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why didn't you- why didn't you show any interest before? Why didn't you ever confess before?" You ask, harshly, there is a rawness in your voice, a slight desperation. You don't even try to hide your emotions anymore.

"I thought you'd be weirded out," he says and almost traps you at how close he is to you, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his slender frame, "I thought you'd be weirded out by the fact your nii-chan's best friend had taken a fancy in you."

"Shin," you say sternly and grab him by the collar of his work shirt. His breath hitches as he keeps a hand a few inches above the wall where you are standing, to prevent himself from stumbling into you. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away, "do you really think I care? You are barely 4 years older than me, we are both adults, why are you hesitating?"

Shinichiro just looks at you, speechlessly, his eyes wavering between your eyes to your lips and then back at your eyes again, "dunno." He says, "been so attracted to you for the longest time, dunno why I am hesitating."

You gasp at his deceration, heartbeat speeding rapidly, he is just inches apart, you can feel his minty breath hitting your face, goosebumps erupting on your arms.

Shin leans in, as if testing the water, not quite close to your lips as his half-lidded eyes undress your soul, "maybe I am hesitating 'cause of Waka."

"Waka-nii always scared boys away from me, back in middle school, I never protested though, my heart was already on his best friend after all," you whisper out, your fingers holding the fabric of his

"Fuck, you've been waiting for that long?" he says, his breath a little unsteady at the proximity, "been' waiting that long for me? What did you even see in me, I had the shittiest hairstyle and was the biggest loser ever."

“I saw you, the real you,” you say softly, “I saw your soul, kind, compassionate and so caring. You say and wipe a small spec of grime against his porcelain and statuesque face. “I saw your resolve, that toothy grin, hands so caring they carry the weight of the worlds.”

His heart thumps at each sound that leaves your mouth, shivering at the chafed intensity of your words, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.

“You are so warm, Sano san, you are warm like the sun, I can’t help but bask in your glory,” you say with a cathartic outpour of sealed devotion.

Shinichiro Sano is silent. He breathes in your words, your presence and the reality called forth, "hell, you're gonna make me cry." He says, his nose slowly brushing in a tint of delicate pink.

"You made me cry so much more," you chuckle and shake your head.

Shinichiro's eyes gloss in empathy, " I'm so sorry. You know, I guess I'm still the old stupid Shinichiro, huh? Always making dumb mistakes. But from now on… I'll change. I'm never gonna make you cry again, I promise. I'll try and give you all the happiness I never could when we were younger. I won't ever leave you unhappy, I promise."

Your heart thumps wild against your chest, eyes filling with a warmth that you can't quite control at this moment.

Shinichiro's mind runs into an overdrive at the thought of you yearning for him for so long. These past few years were hell for him but for you? You've succumbed for so long. His mind runs to think of Waka, and how he would punch his face at knowing what transpired in his mind for so long...but it would be worth it. Waka would kill him, and break his bones, but it would be worth it. You would be worth it.

And then Shinichiro inches closer, without paying heed to the consequences of his actions. His eyes flutter to your lips, begging, starving, longing for your words of agreement before he makes an advance.

"Kiss me Sano san," you say softly, your breath fanning against his raw and bitten lips.

Shinchiro smiles, boyishly, his white pearlescent teeth, glinting under the dim light of the shop. The sound of rain pattering against the metal shutter echoes, but nothing is louder than your heartbeats, "it's Shin to you."

He says and closes the distance, finally. His lips moulded against yours, hands holding your face, shoulder hunched upwards, and head leaned towards you. His long black lashes flutter in delight as you kiss back, the pace slow, sensual and full of longing.

When you pull away, you rest your head against his, and just bask in his embrace, wordlessly, as if recollecting all the memories of all the time lost.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" you hear a piercing shout that makes you whip your head and sweatdrop to see Wakasa.

"Finally?" Takeomi peeks from behind Wakasa with an amused grin and looks back, "Oi Benkei ya gotta pay me up!"

You hear Benkei sigh and Wakasa glares at them...everyone had a lot of explaining to do.

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spntoxicfemslashevent · 3 months ago

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Layla from Faith trying to find a new church to go to after Roy's faith healing fell through. She meets this really nice Christian girl, Ruby, who invites her to her faih group. Layla can't quite follow all the latin they preach, but everyone there is so nice and supportive. She starts to join in with the prayers Ruby teaches her, Ruby says they're of praise and thanks and requests for good health. She always feels much better whenever they do communion, even though the wine is disgusting and the cup is really weird, with the little designs that look like people screaming (tradition, ruby always says, with a sympathetic eye roll). They don't have bread with communion, it's this weird jerky, which Ruby says comes from a biblical text not recognised by other denominations. There's no direct english translation, and Layla's too exhausted most of the time to try and study to learn the language it's in. She can never quite remember what language Ruby says it's in, her brain goes kind of fuzzy around it.

She's looking forward to their next meeting, Ruby says she's ready for a baptism renewal. Ruby will read out all the words in latin for her, and all Layla has to say is "I do".

sooooo devious and im so obsessed with ruby in a bible/faith group omg

#layla #ruby #spntoxicfemslash #spn femslash #anonymous #submitted prompt #layla/ruby

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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Take It Out On Me Part 20 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Sub Fem Plus size reader, you aren't going to see a lot those dynamics in this chapter. She does refer to them by their titles occasionally but due to the situation refers to them by their names more than anything. There is SMUT of the fluffy slightly vanilla variety (I know its weird lol), FLUFF, they love each other and they're a family <3.

ANGST, sooooo much angst which if you read the last chapter you were prepared for (or if you know me lol), they do have dinner with his mom and they do talk about their abuse so a domestic abuse and child abuse trigger warning is in effect! They don't go into full details but hitting and bleeding is mentioned. Eddie talks about his abandonment and feeling replaced. There are feels but there is a peaceful resolution :). I wanted that for Eddie <3.

Word Count: 3983

“Baby, relax.”, Steve coos in a gentle tone as he comes up behind you to turn off the sink and collect you in his arms.

You had been scurrying around the apartment doing busy work while Eddie finished getting ready. Tonight was the dinner with his mom at Wayne’s trailer and you were extremely nervous.

“I’m trying. I’m just worried about him.”

“I know, honey. Everything’s going to be alright. Thanks to you he’s not doing this alone.”

You sigh as you lean into his embrace and rest your arms over his own.

“I need you to make sure I don’t get arrested tonight because I swear to God, if she says one rude thing—”

“Ok, Rocky. Chill.”, he chuckles as he kisses your lips.

“Alright, I’m ready.”, Eddie exhales heavily as he comes out of the bedroom and grabs his jacket. “Let’s get this over with.”

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“How’s he doin’?”, Wayne asked as you helped him in the kitchen.

The original plan was to have the meal outside so everyone wouldn’t feel so cramped but as if sensing the mood, a storm slowly creeped into Hawkins and began to pour as soon as you three made it into the trailer. The boys helped set up a table in the living room while you took the opportunity to catch up with Eddie’s uncle.

“He’s been as okay as he can be. Definitely more clingy which I don’t mind. He had work the other day and asked if I could hang out with him during his shift.”

“Yeah… When he was a boy, after he moved in, he used to carry around this Wizard of Oz book like a safety blanket. I noticed after a while whenever he was nervous or anxious, he would bring it with him wherever he went and read it. I was honestly surprised when he left it here after he moved. Must have found a new thing to comfort him.”, he grinned as he patted your shoulder.

“Is it still in his room?”

Wayne nodded as you excused yourself to go look, finding it by his dresser, and coming back to slip it in your purse. A knock on the door causes everyone to freeze as his uncle takes one last big breath and heads to open it.

You quickly place yourself by Eddie’s side as he reaches out to hold your hand.

“Here we go.”

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His mother was a lot smaller than you imagined her being but your only frame of reference was the photo you had seen of her in his room with all the Munson’s together. She was a curvy woman and her short black hair accentuated the slight chipmunk plump of her cheeks. Her energy radiated the same softness that Eddie carried but you were still apprehensive especially after what she had done.

As she entered the trailer and Wayne took her coat, Eddie remained still as his eyes constantly scanned her over.

“Lynn, this is, um, Eddie’s best friend Steve Harrington.”

“You’re the other boy that had gotten hurt in the fire.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you for saving him.”

Steve just nodded politely as Wayne gestured towards you. “This is their girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

You followed Steve’s lead, choosing to nod as well without saying a word.

When she made it to her son, both people were completely unsure on how to proceed. Testing the water, his mom extended her hand for him to shake and his reaction surprised you both as he slightly flinched, taking a step backwards away from her.

“The, uh, food is done. Steven, can you help me bring the last of it to the table here?”

Wayne knew better than to ask you. There was no way you were leaving Eddie’s side now that she was here. Once everything was placed and everyone was seated, his uncle handled the bulk of the conversation, making small talk where he could to cut the tension.

“I see you’re still a wonderful cook, Wayne.”

“Hm. Thank you. Since I work overnight, I don’t get to cook as much as I’d like but…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I was a night nurse for a while after I moved so it was a lot of microwave meals.”

“Oh? So, you, um, became a nurse?”

“I did. I had some experience with healing wounds…so…” Her head hung as her voice trailed off. “Um, how long have you guys been together?”, she asks as gestures towards you.

“A little over three years.”

“Well, that’s nice. Did you know each other in school?”

When you only nod, Wayne tries to help again.

“I think Ed told me he met Y/N junior year? Steve we’ve known for a while even though I don’t think you started coming over, son, till middle school.”

“Uh, yes sir. 7th grade I believe. It’s funny to think about since I came over to listen to music and watch movies but our tastes are so different.”

“Oh, the fact that he has some and you don’t?”, you tease as Steve smiles and sticks his tongue out at you.

“What kind of things are you into?”, she asks Eddie. The boy continues to glare at his plate as he moves food around with his fork.

“He’s taken Y/N here to a few concerts like Dio and Poison if I’m not mistaken.”

“My daughter is into heavy metal as well. My husband and I just bought her a drum set and she just…” She trailed off again when she noticed Eddie was finally looking at her. “You’d, um, you’d really get along with her.”

“Yeah? How old is she?”

“She just turned 9.”

“Huh. Sounds like her double digits are going to be WAY better than mine.”, the man sassed as he folded his arms and leaned back in his seat. “Just out of curiosity, how many more are there?”

“I have three with my current husband. My oldest is 9, my other daughter is 6, and my son…is 3.”

“Your oldest is actually 21 but I’m glad you were finally able to have another son. Now you can replace me entirely.”

She flinched at his words as your hand gripped his thigh.

“I thought about you every day, Eddie.”, she whispered.

“Well, that’s good to know. While I was bleeding on the floor after the violent man you left me with knocked me out, it comforts me to know you didn’t forget about me.”, he growls before abruptly rising to his feet. “I need a minute.”

Nobody moves as he stomps towards his old bedroom and slams the door.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“I mean, what did you expect, Lynn? You never came back for him like you said you would.”

“You told me you would take him, Wayne—”

“Don’t. Don’t push the blame on him.”, you warned. “The truth of the matter is you SAID you were coming back and you never did.”

“You don’t know what it was like…living with Allen…”

“You’re right. I don’t but thanks to you, your child does.”

You stand and Steve promptly trails after you as you carefully open Eddie’s door. Both of you found him sitting on his bed, smoking out the window like he used to when you three lived there. As you climbed in to sit beside him, his hand immediately shot out to stop you.

“I wouldn’t get too close to me, sweetheart. I’m, uh, not all here.”, he lightly chuckles as his voice cracks.

Squaring your jaw in defiance, you climb in anyway and take his free hand in yours.

“Like that’s going to stop me. I’m not afraid of you, Edward Munson.”

“You doing alright, dude?”, Steve asked as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m, um, trying not to fall apart here. I really want to yell at her but I don’t…I don’t want her to think I’m like my dad.”

“Baby…”, you coo as you run your fingers through his hair. “You’re allowed to be angry. What she did wasn’t ok and you’re allowed to tell her that anyway you feel you need to.”

Eddie softly smiles as he tilts his head to kiss your lips and tosses his cigarette out the window. Taking your hand in his, the three of you leave his bedroom and back to the table where his mom and Wayne were still talking.

“—didn’t leave any kind of formal documentation for me to have him, Lynn. Did you really think Allen was just going to hand him over?”

“Why didn’t you come back?”, Eddie asked as soon as he sat down.

“I-I-I…your father was so aggressive. I couldn’t take it anymore, Eddie. I had to go—”

“I didn’t ask why you left. I asked why you didn’t come back. Even after he was arrested, you stayed away. Not even so much as a fucking postcard.”

She sighed as her eyes fell, trying to find the best way to answer his question.

“Originally, I wanted to get things ready before you came to live with me. Eddie when I moved, those first few months I was practically making pennies as a waitress living in a studio apartment. I thought you would be better with Wayne. When I finally got settled, I guess that idea remained imprinted in my brain; that you would be happier with your uncle.”

The metalhead folded his arms across his chest as he glared at her.

“Mom, I would have rather lived with you in a box on the street then anywhere with dad. You have no idea what he put me through.”

“I have some idea.”

“You. Have. No. Idea.”, he snarled. “I was a 10-year-old kid and you were a grown woman who knew what he would do to me if you left. Hell he hit me in front of you all the fucking time!”

“If I could go back in time and make a different decision I would! I don’t know what else I can say!”

“He doesn’t want you to say anything. He wants you to listen and understand.”, you cut in trying to be helpful.

“This is a family matter! I don’t know why you two are even here!”

“BECAUSE SHE IS MY FAMILY!”, Eddie roared causing his mother to lean back. “I love her. If I could marry her right now and give her my last name I would. She’s been there for me and actually sees me for me. To her I’m not ‘that Munson kid’. I’ve always just been Eddie.”

He gestures towards Steve. “This man is my best fucking friend and saved my life. Without him I wouldn’t even fucking be here. I love him like a brother and we take care of each other like we are.”

Eddie points past her towards his uncle. “Wayne took me in when YOU and Allen abandoned me. Even before you disappeared, I only ever felt safe with him. He’s raised me and not only taken care of me but these two as well when their parents abandoned them. Y/N’s lucky. Her parents admitted their mistakes and apologized for them. Steve and I don’t know what that’s fucking like. So, I guess the real point is, if this is a ‘family matter’ then you shouldn’t be here.”

Thunder clapped loudly as the power went out in the trailer.

“Shit. I don’t think anyone is going anywhere tonight. “, Wayne sighed. “Let’s, um, let’s call it a night yeah? Kids why don’t you take Eddie’s bedroom—”

“No. She can take my bedroom and we can sleep out here. If you still have that inflatable mattress.”, the man grumbled.

***

You guys didn’t even need the mattress. Steve was the only one who was currently on it while you and Eddie were on the couch. He didn’t say much through the rest of the evening, just held you to his chest till you fell as sleep in his arms. As he sat there playing with your hair and gently caressing your legs, through the darkness in the living room he could just barely make out a figure headed for the front door.

“You should have used my bedroom window. Lord knows I used that a bunch.”, he sighed as he used his lighter to light a candle near him, illuminating his mom’s face.

“I, uh,…”

“No, no. I get it. I’ll tell them it was family emergency or something.”

Her eyes scanned him over softly as he continued to pet your hair behind your head.

“She seems like a nice girl. Obviously loves you.”

“Yeah. She’s perfect…to me anyway.” His mother came around and took a seat on the other side of the sofa. “For that first year, I used to be terrified that she would leave me like you did. Now as I get older, sometimes I fear I’ll become like dad. Like there’s some dormant Munson gene that will snap into place at some point. Steve won’t say it out loud but I know he’s worried about the same thing…him becoming a prick like his father.”

“Eddie, you’re nothing like Allen.”

“Then why didn’t you come back for me?”

“Edward Munson, that had nothing to do with you. I swear on my life I never once thought you’d turn into him.”, she sighs as she leans back. “When you were a baby you always looked at me with these expressive eyes like you were taking in every little thing. Even when you got older… the night before I left, you gave me those same eyes but they were sadder. I felt like that was my fault. I brought you into this situation… he was hurting me and I was hurting you.”

“When I settled, I told myself I would send for you. Hell, I would even come and get you myself. When your grandma, my mom, told me Allen was arrested and you were with Wayne… that way you used to look at me flashed through my head. I thought ‘Maybe he’s better off with his uncle.”

“You could have sent me a letter at least or called…”

“I thought this was the best choice, Eddie. I genuinely did. I thought with me and your father out of your life now you can live yours to the fullest. I had no idea Allen had you alone after I left.”

Eddie nodded as he looked away, the gesture causing you to wake. You didn’t move or make any indication when you heard his mother’s voice.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry for what you went through. I really am. I’m not asking you to forgive me but whenever you’re ready I’d love to be a part of your life. Maybe you can come visit me…meet the kids.”

“Do they know about me?”

“Yeah and so does my husband. He’s, um, a bit of nerd but—” They both laugh and your heart explodes for him. “I’ll, um, let you get some sleep.” She pats his leg before standing and heading back towards his room.

“Are you alright?”, you ask as you caress his face.

“Hey. How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. What about you, Steve?”

“Jesus, woman. How did you know?”, the man rolls over to turn and face you both making you giggle.

“I sleep beside you, remember? I know what you look like asleep.”

“Pfft. Yeah, she woke me up when I heard her shoes heading for the door.”

“So, us fucking doesn’t wake you up but my mom’s shoes did?”

“I’m on high alert, Munson. Like you said…” Steve sits up and pulls his knees to his bare chest. “We’re family. I don’t just protect her but you to, man.”

“Thanks, Harrington.”, Eddie smiles. “Yeah, baby, to answer your question. I’m alright.”

You softly smile back at him when he kisses your forehead.

“Come on. Let’s lay down.” Sliding off him, you take his hand and lead him down to the inflatable bed.

“You look really sexy in this by the way.”, he playfully whispers as he lightly tugs at the long, oversized shirt Wayne gave you to sleep in. After taking off his own shirt, he slid in beside you and Steve did the same. His uncle had had given them both shorts to sleep but the material was relatively flimsy. Both their cocks pressed against you and you couldn’t help licking your lips at the feeling.

“Sir?” He answered you with a soft him as he pressed his nose to your cheek. “You can use me right now if you need to. I don’t mind. I know you’ve been through a lot today.” As you whisper your last sentence, his eyes open to look at yours, vaguely making them out in the dark.

“You’ve already done a lot for me these past few days, sweetheart.”

“I know. I also know that when you both feel out of control…controlling me makes you feel better.” A heavy breath escapes his lips as your nose grazes his. “And you know I definitely don’t mind that.”

“You’d have to be very quiet, baby girl. We also know that when we fuck you rough like that you get loud.”, Steve tuts.

“I can be quiet, Daddy. I promise.”

“I don’t want to be rough. Not like that anyway…”

“Uh oh.” You place your palm on his forehead, feeling his smile stretch against your cheek. “Are you dying?”

Taking a hold of your wrist, he wraps your arm around his neck as his free hand pushes down his shorts to release his cock from their hold and you lift your leg, moaning lightly when he runs his mushroom tip along the fabric of your underwear blocking your core.

“Hey. When we first met you even you admitted sometimes you like it vanilla.”

“If there’s one thing you aren’t, baby, it’s vanilla.”, you cooed, repeating those words he said to you that first night back to him.

Moving your underwear to the side, you both whimper as he slides into your entrance. His palm took hold of your thigh just below the back of your knee as he held it steady in the air. While he pumped into you at gentle but firm pace, he continually whispered things in your ear in a low, husky tone that had you clenching around him as you turned your head into the sound of his voice.

“I love you, Y/N, so much. I love that you’re ours, baby. Fuck… not just because of how good this fucking pussy feels but because—mmm—you take care of us to. You love us for us. Tell me that you love me, princess.”

“I love you, Sir. Shit…just like that, baby, please.”

His hair brushes against your face as he shakes his head and thrusts his hips a bit harder into yours causing you to cling to the other boy’s wrist that was occasionally bumping into your side as he stroked his cock while he listened to you moan and whimper.

“Me… sweetheart. Tell me that you love me…please…”

You wished you could see his face better as you gripped his cheek and kissed his lips. Your thumb caressed along his features as you told him what he needed to hear.

“I love you, Eddie Munson. Yes, baby. I belong to you, Eddie. It’s been a while since I’ve said that but I’ve never forgotten. Mmm! I’m yours. I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

His breath warmed your face as he picked up his rhythm, hitting that spot inside of you that had you melting into him. Steve reached for your hand, running his tongue along your palm, and placed it around his length that throbbed in your grasp. You kissed his lips as the metalhead lightly bit into the area between your neck and shoulder, grunting when he felt your pussy flutter around him as you came.

Eddie clung to your body chasing his release until you mewled as he warmed your insides. The other boy quickly rose to his knees, stroking his cock till he came on your tummy.

In the dark, he reached for your hand and both boys guided you into the bathroom. Just like old times, Steve hopped onto the counter while, Eddie got the shower started. Cupping his face in your hands, you leaned forward to tenderly kiss his lips.

“I love you to, Steve Harrington. I’m yours and I’ll always be here for you.”, you whisper before he smiles and kisses you again.

#############

“Hey Lynn. Good to see you’re still here.”, Wayne grinned sassily before handing her a cup of coffee.

She offers him a half smile and a polite thank you as she takes the cup from his hands.

“Definitely a unique situation, huh?”, she asks as she gestures to where you three were sleeping.

“I think what makes it more unique is that it’s genuine at such a young age. They’ve been really good for each other. When Steven started coming over, that’s when Eddie started getting out of his shell a bit more. Then they met Y/N and everything went up from there.”

“He said her parents were the only one to approve?”

“Not at first but after about a month they came around. Bill on the other hand…”

“Bill was always an asshole.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think he’d stoop so low as to call a young girl a whore who brainwashed his son.” He nodded when her eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry. Her father punched him in the face.”

“Good. Fuck him.” They both chuckled as they drank their beverages.

After you guys woke up, Wayne made breakfast while casual conversation was made with Eddie telling his mother all things you three had done together like your trip to New York and the prom they had created for you. As the afternoon came to a close, Lynn had to leave and the metalhead walked her to her car while you and Steve hung back.

“I’ll call you when I land and we can set up a time for you three to come visit.”, she grins.

Without a word, Eddie leans forward to hug her and you smile as you watch her circle her arms around him as she holds him tightly to her tiny frame.

***

“I stole this from your room.”, you announce as you hand the Wizard of Oz book to Eddie who was leaning outside of his window in your apartment smoking. “Your uncle said it was like your security blanket.”

“Shit. Yeah it was. I didn’t even realize I left it.

Steve came up behind you, taking you in his arms and resting his chin on your head as you leaned against him.

“Why that book?”, he asked.

“It was the first book I remember my mother reading to me. It’s also the first time I remember my dad coming home drunk screaming about some mundane shit. It was nice being able to disappear into a fantasy land for a time. As I got older, I guess it just…made me feel safe.”

His eyes glance towards you both before flipping absently through the pages.

“When my mom left I would read it to myself especially during those first six months. Allen was, uh, really ruthless.”

Eddie spent the rest of the evening opening up to you and Steve about what happened to him. When he finished, he seemed so much lighter as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. You made him dinner while they both played some fighting game on the expensive console they saved up for. When we went to bed that night he held you tightly to his side while he played with your hair.

“Y/N?” You answered with a soft hm to which he responded by tenderly kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

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