#who knew that your long term partner breaking up with you and hurting you in the porcess

[lmelodie]

Bad Ending AU

Part One / Part Two / Part Three (Epilogue)

I was going to call this a plot bunny, but I think it may have turned into a full-on snowdrift lol. Oh boy this one is SAD thought experiment that got a little out of hand. 

I just had a very innocent thought of “What would happen if Jack and Kills DIDN’T breakup and stayed together?” Very cute, seems great right? WRONG! I have discovered that them staying together makes them 10X WORSE SOMEHOW. The Bad Thing doesn't happen to Kills in this AU but he’s still very unhappy! As is literally everyone else.

Just two dudes trapped in a loveless marriage until one of them betrays the other. And it's not even the one you'd think! (I don’t know if they get like actually married in this au? I would think so but it’s still up in the air.

Put the blorbos through the WRINGER I SAY! 

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Another one of their usual fights has erupted. And yet again it's about Jack’s recent, less than stellar behavior toward a certain Christmas Spirit.

How did it come to this? It all started off so innocently, as innocent as two outcast spirits can be when they both have a penchant for causing problems. It's what they loved about one another. Two of a kind, them against the world.

And usually, Killian would have very little to say about Jack having made new enemies besides, ‘Do you need help hiding the body?’ But this little rivalry with Father Christmas has been eating away at Jack for a while now. 

Killian can tell that something’s been wrong with him for a bit. He’s restless, desperate, can't seem to get a good night's sleep anymore.

He’s afraid. This Killian knows for certain. 

And his attention seeking stunts have gotten more convoluted and more grandiose over time. Killian has tried talking to him on several occasions. Asking him to just take a step back, he’s getting too deep into this one, just put the schemes to rest. Even for a little bit.

But he never listens.

Of course, he never listens. 

Bickering between the two was commonplace, usually over something completely inconsequential and it was resolved within the hour. But with his plans for a Christmas take over grow in intensity so too does the arguing. Every word is a personal offense and neither lets things go too easily. It's angry and poisonous. The rift seeps into every other crevice of their lives, further diving them.

And this fight was not unlike all the others. 

Killian is saying to him, “You can't keep doing stuff like this. Just admit that all of this is not helping and stop driving yourself into the ground!”

“What would you know?! Says the one that has nothing to prove, content to slither through dumpsters and alleyways. Not all of us are meant to be hiding under beds!”

“I am trying to help you!” His voice softens, “Because you need help, and I want to help you.

I don't want to fight you anymore. I'm too tired to keep fighting you. I just want you to finally be happy. I want us to be happy, I want us to make sense again, and I don't want to do this alone. I don't want you to do this alone.

So, I am asking you to please give this a rest.”

The way the story is supposed to go, is that Jack’s stomach will churn, his emotions will block out all reason. He would think Killian to be pitying him, and active threat to his greater success. He would have ignored Killian’s plea and done something that he will come to regret later. He’s supposed to get rid of this obstacle. 

But instead he gets an idea.

His partner's earnest plight stirs in him the makings of a favorable business venture. He looks into the boogeyman's bright red eyes. Of course, why didn't he think of it before? Here he was, his own partner antagonizing him this entire time, thinking of him as a roadblock. Something to push past. When instead he can be the key to success that Jack has been looking for.

“You're absolutely right, I shouldn't be doing this alone,” Jack quickly takes both of Killian’s hands in his own.

“Join me then.”

Jack decides to convince Killian to join his “cause” so to speak. Help me knock Santa down a peg, and I will give you anything and everything you could ever want. He swears up and down that if he helps him take back the season, then everything will go back to normal. If he agrees to help then everything he's said to him, every argument will be water under the bridge. They’ll get a new start, a new Jack, a new chance to find happiness with each other.

With one hand cradling the side of Killian’s face, he whispers:

“If you do this with me, I'll be whoever you want. Your life will be so much easier and most of all. You'll have me. I don't want to leave you; I don't even want to hurt you. I want you to be there with me as we both get everything we deserve. Isn't that what you want? For me to never leave your side...?”

The snake speaks to eve.

And that is what he wants, truly and deeply, Killian wants nothing more. After already having gone through a tumultuous period in their relationship, he is so desperate to make this work. He wants for them to be happy again and he doesn't wanna let him go.

Killian holds onto Jack’s wrist as if he’ll disappear into thin air. He savors the closeness they still have left, the pad of his thumb running across his cheek breaks him. He doesn't wanna do this alone.

He bets his last morsel of trust in Jack, the last egg in the basket. He’s always been sort of a high-risk gambler, and the honeyed promises of a better life, in his vulnerable state, are too good to pass by.

If he wants it hard enough he’ll have it. An ideology the both of them have in common.

So, he says yes. Barely.

A few schemes come and go where they work together to try and garner the humans attention, all with their own heaps of promotional material and all ending in spectacular failure. Killian at one point makes a new shadow entity, Krampus he calls it, to scare people away from Christmas all together. 

But plan after failed plan, Jack’s nearing the end of his rope. He still believes that working with Kills is the key, but after so much time he grows more and more frustrated with doing things "the nice way” and suggests a more aggressive strategy. 

Being a legendary figure, Jack manages to steal the Legendary Tome from the crypts of Father Times tower. Holding the most powerful spells in all the realms, written by the man in the moon himself. And with the Moon Mandate spell in tow, he and Kills approach the council with promises of a new Ice and Dark Ages era if they want to keep denying Jack’s suggestion. They hold the entire council with world wide ransom.

Of course the council doesn't and would never agree to demands like that. But while in the midst of their outrage, even trying to arrest him for legendary treason, Jack activates the mandate, releasing him of the rule where his powers wouldn't otherwise work on other council members.

And the inevitable struggle ensues, Jack and Killian against the council. Jack figures they all had this coming for far too long, and after a long and drawn out fight he manages to freeze them all. All seven members turned to ice sculptures. 

This is not what Killian thought was going to happen. 

Well shit, now they gotta think fast. Everyone in the realms is going to notice when the seven most powerful spirits in the world are not only not available but completely indisposed. In any case, they can't unfreeze them or else they’ll be handed punishments of their immortal lives. 

And in the middle of trying to figure out what to do, Jack realized what kind of opportunity he just made for himself. A blessing in disguise.

Killian suggests that they thaw and refreeze the council members as needed, to make it seem as though they're still around. He can shapeshift to fit their images easily enough. If they sign a couple of Holiday plan papers into effect and pretend to be the council they’ll all be none the wiser.

But Jack is now far beyond thoughts of just holidays now. Don't you see? Why would he stop now at a single day of the calendar, a single season? When all the realms are now at his fingertips.

Why not take that instead?

“And you!” Jack exclaims, “You will be there with me, every step of the way, just like it's always been. You beautiful, terrifying thing, don't you see?! With both of us at the very top, all the realms answering to us, no one would dare to stop us!”

“Jack this wasn't part of the plan, the plan was to get you a holiday and that was it, I don't want to be incharge of anything here.”

“That's the beauty of it Kills, you don't have to! You leave all the decision making to me and you and your family's lives will be all the easier. Reaping all the benefits without any of the work. And best of all is that my promise still stands. Without any more hoops to jump through, with me in charge, nothing is left keeping me away from you. I get the world and you get me, for the rest of our immortal lives.”

Killian doesn't know what to make of all this. None of this hostile takeover of the realms was a part of the plan. More sweetened promises graze his ears and he’s not sure whether this is actually what he wanted. More or less he's been dragged through every asinine scheme up until this point, but with no more on the horizon, is this it? Will this actually, finally be the chance to have everything be right again? 

He looks at Jack, the same eerie blue eyes that he's always had look back, but he doesnt recognize him. This is someone different, someone who he’s unsure if he really wants to know. 

But before he could answer, Jack grabs a hold of him by the collar, and silences any thoughts of doubt for the moment. His mouth too occupied to voice the last concerns that were now flying out the window. 

He doesn't say No, at least.

He closes his eyes and he hopes for the best. He leans in and Kisses back.

In the following centuries, the folklore peaked and fizzed out in their outrage. Jack was in charge now, providing a very faux red eyed Mother Nature signing away all the council's rights to him. In essence he didn't change much about the everyday lives of the people. Other than entirely replacing Christmas with Frostmas and making its celebration mandatory, the more infrastructure basis of magical society stood resolute. Jack kept most of the realms a secret from human eyes (for the most part) and quelled any mutinous factions whenever they arose.

But without the likes of Santa Claus, Easter Bunny and Cupid, holidays of every color faded into obscurity. Without coordination from these council heads, no eggs were hidden and no presents were left under trees. Soon these kinds of holidays fell out of practice with humans and folklore alike. What's the point if there was no magic in them anymore?

As the sole “ruler” of all the realms he does the bare minimum, passing off as much work to those under him as possible. He put temporary bandaids on any possible crises, but reaped the notoriety all the same. 

He gave into his more business minded facet and tried banking off of some of the less populated realms as tourist attractions. Claiming it would generate additional revenue for the various governmental departments. But of course all of these dangerous business ventures failed, a great relief to the masses. 

He froze over Mother Nature's garden and made it his new home, taking Killian along with him. 

And just as promised, Killian along with his mother, her daughter and grandchild were all taken care of. Provided monetary and material goods on a basis of every decade. And on paper, he was nothing short of a perfect partner. He’s doing and saying all the right things, dates are frequent, he supports anything Killian wants to do.

But it's not the same.

It hasn't been the same in a very long time. He’s just too different. He’s grown so cold, colder than anything he thought possible. Even when Jack is there Killian still can't help but feel alone. There’s no spark of life to him. It's like talking to a wall, dancing with a scarecrow, there's nothing there. 

This isn't Jack Frost. Not the same one he fell in love with all those thousands of years ago. Jack Frost doesn't rule with an iron fist, he doesnt order around the masses to celebrate a single day all about him, Jack Frost doesn't have an unwavering deadness in his eyes. 

His touch doesn't feel the same, nothing about him does.

Killian now regrets his decision. This isn't what he wanted. Maybe in theory it would be, but he wanted to be happy with the Jack he knew. Not this stranger in his place. 

The only thing that somehow stayed the same is the arguing. They’re hot one minute and cold the next, constantly flipping between loving and hating each other in a single day. 

He debates with himself for hundreds of years to leave him. It eats away at him, the push and pull that is Jack Frost. The close whispers in secret places, the broken objects hitting the wall, his hand holding the back of his neck, the hurtful words spat at each other over dinner, how he can't live without him and how he would kill him in a heartbeat. 

Some tiny, sick twisted part of himself loves the thrill of it all. But every other part of him knows better than that.

He always has some of his stuff packed, stuffed into the void of the shadows in case he decides to make a break for it in the middle of the night. Waiting for the day to work up the resolve and tell him he’s leaving and never coming back.

But he doesn't get the chance to before something shakes up the status quo.

The year is 2014 when Jack gets word that the Moon magic field has chosen a new human host. This hasn't happened in nearly 200 years, since the first tooth fairy. And with circumstances like these, Jack is determined to get this new spirit on his side as quickly as possible. Better to have them as a friend than an enemy right off the bat.

He summons the likes of one Lucy Miller to his realm, and tries his hardest to convince the girl to work for him. He feels as though the balance of the realms has been slipping a little bit under his reign. He feels as though she could be a big help in maintaining the mortal and magical divide.

She leaves rather unimpressed and says she’ll think about it, but has already decided that working for Jack is not something she’ll do. She feels bad intentions coming from him, no matter how altruistic his words are.

And her doubts are only confirmed when she runs into Killian just outside his realm. He warns her of his penchant for taking things by force. But seeing as how Jack has not been in his good graces for quite some time, Killian offers to teach Lucy how to use her new powers.

Jack's true nature is revealed to Lucy as she and Killian wander the realms, watching what his reign has put people through. The temporary fixes coming undone and leaving entire villages of folklore in the lurch to fend for themselves. She learns of long forgotten holidays and magic spirits, when the world didn't feel quite so small and gray.

When he was his whole world.

Lucy’s distaste for Jack grows more intense as Killian continues to secretly meet up with the teen behind Jack's back. A whole secret world of folklore continues to suffer because of him, and she has to do something about it. 

She tries talking to Jack first, but negotiations quickly go sour. He demands that she work for him, claiming a noble purpose. But when she refuses, it's Jack who tries landing the first blow. But Killian is quicker than that and protects her.

Jack is in disbelief as he watches the two of them run out and as far away as possible. Killian didn't look back.

He didn't even look back! 

“After everything I've done for him, everything that he put me through, after all the thousands of years of standing by him, he has the audacity to RUN OUT ON ME?!”

Jack is quick to send out a warrant for their immediate arrests, no doubt also planning on freezing them both solid once they're turned in. But the two were quickly taken in by a very small rebel faction that graciously hides them from the law. Lucy’s immediate family joins them in hiding for protection, as they would be the first people Jack would go after to enact the first round of revenge.

She continues to train in secret for years until her, Killian and the small rebel faction plan the coop of the ages. Infiltrate the realm, take out any guards that cause a problem, find the Legendary Tome and when they find Jack, use it as a bargaining chip for his surrender. Lucy was insistent they save anything lethal as a last resort. 

But he doesn't surrender. Of course he doesn't listen when Lucy tries one more time to talk to him. Try to reason with a man who has both everything and nothing to lose. But before the book can be destroyed Jack kicks off the fight by going straight for Lucy yet again.

She’s more capable than last time, but still not as experienced as he is. She’s only human after all, very breakable those things. Blow after blow, she somehow manages to hold her own for quite awhile, still trying to knock some sense into him as they fight. Until all too soon she grows tired, she’s been holding him off for a while and it starts catching up. 

And just when he thinks he’s going to snuff out this half baked rebellion scheme, Jack gets a condensed shadow straight to the face.

They tag team it, and Lucy retreats to the sidelines to watch Killian enact his revenge. 

To say that such a fight was brutal is to say the ocean is vast. Every word that went unsaid came to light here and now in the form of unbridled physical violence. Icicles flew at breakneck speeds, the room was drenched in eldritch darkness, the shadows writhed, the winds blew, what was left of the tether finally snapped.

Neither had any other goal than to thoroughly beat the other into a fine pulp. As payback for all the things he said, for all the shitty ways he made me feel, for the unforgivable crime of making me fall in love with him. 

Killian knew Jack wasn't going to thaw out the council himself, nor was he going to stop running himself and all the realms into the ground until there was nothing left of either. He knew he wasn't going to listen. 

He knows what he has to do. He would be lying if he said he doesn't want to do this. He would be lying if he said he doesnt wanna kill the bastard right here right now. It's actually the safest option available. But at least it's something. Something to make all of this nonsense stop. 

He doesn't want to fight him anymore. He’s too tired to keep fighting him.

Covered in bruises and throbbing cuts aplenty, Killian manages to trap Jack's hands and feet, encasing them in the darkness that surrounds them both. His hands drop to his sides.

“It's over Jack,” he says, “We’re done here. No more fighting, no more arguing, no more plans. This,” he gestures to the room, “is the end of the line.”

“Like hell it is!” Jack exclaims, trying to freeze over the dark bindings on his hands.

“It is like hell isn't it? But in any case, you won't be causing anymore trouble,” Killian invades Jack's personal space, standing all too close to his face.

“And how do you know that? You wouldn't kill me. I know you wouldn't, you love me too much.”

His statement rings with conviction, so sure that there is nothing on this earth that he can do to him that he won't survive. His icy eyes bore into the man in front of him, sharpened with a zeal that cleaned them from their usual frosted over look. He’s silently asking, begging him to try something, almost a jovial taunt that transcended the masquerade he’s been using this whole time.

And only for a moment, a single happenstance in time.

Killian saw Jack Frost staring back at him again.

He lets out a weighted sigh, placing his own forehead against Jacks.

“I know. I'm hopefully going to do something worse.”

With a dark red glow from his hand, Killian’s fingers snapped and the whites of Jack's eyes were flooded out with black. His head tips up at the shock, and then limply dips past his shoulders, without a word or utterance of any sound.

Silent and discreet, his Never Ending Nightmare spell is one of his most powerful. He rarely ever finds the need to use it, but to use it on him was both the biggest relief and the most heartbreaking decision. Ultimately Jack was right, he didn't have the nerve to kill him. 

The winter magic gathering in his hands ceased and the shadows crept off of his extremities, leaving Killian to catch his inevitable fall. 

And of course he caught him. 

With Killian’s own wounds catching up to him, and with Jack’s lifeless body still in his arms, he gently lowered the both of them to the cold ground. He sat on his knees and set Jack aside. His eyes will be forever open and pitch black as he sleeps, walking through the never ending torment of one long nightmare. His burden to bear and his price to pay.

Killian’s shoulders slump as Lucy comes over to check on him. He quickly shoos her away by telling her that Jack’s magic will no longer be in effect, and that the council is probably thawing as they speak. Lucy begrudgingly leaves.

Killian stays on the floor for a very long time. 

Jack is gone. Jack has been lost.

And Killian doesn't know where to find him.

#The Santa Clause #the santa clause 3 #musings #plot bunny #blackice #jack frost #slaps the roof of BlackIce stays together #you can fit SO MANY BAD FEELINGS into this bad boy #they ARE toxic and I think that's the point #who knew that your long term partner breaking up with you and hurting you in the porcess #WAS THE GOOD ENDING THE BEST OUTCOME #jesus christ both of yall need therapy #Bad Ending au

[eddiesxangel]

Need You Now | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Requested by @mmunson86 : Eddie and Reader were best friends who secretly liked each other, but then they went their separate ways after high school and kind of lost contact. one day, Eddie runs into Steve, who still talks to Reader, and after five years he realizes that he should’ve taken his shot and I don’t know maybe he has the urge to call her and instead he just shows up at her doorstep in the pouring rain he’s drenched in water, and he tells her how she feels and hopes that she does and well she does feel the same (Eddie finally asks her to be his girl) & well it gets smutttty 🥹💗 included the song Need you Now by Lady A

Cw: angst, mutual pining, friends to strangers to lovers, fluff, no use of y/n reader is referred to with nicknames (Peach, sweetheart, baby) smut, p in v, dirty talk, one mention of birth control, no use of condoms, creampies? Alchohol.

wc: 7.6k

comments and reblogs are always appreciated and encouraged <3

August 1984.

"So this is it, huh?" Eddie was completely taken aback by the suddenness of it all. He had known deep down that this day would eventually arrive, but it had always felt like a distant threat. Now that it was here, he struggled to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving him. You had always been ambitious, and he was incredibly proud of everything you had accomplished. But the thought of being left behind while you went on to bigger and better things was a tough pill to swallow. Despite his own feelings of loss and sadness, however, Eddie knew that he couldn't stand in the way of your dreams - he would never be the kind of person to hold someone back from reaching their full potential.

"Y-yeah." you sigh with shaky breath.

How could you leave him? The guilt gnawed at you because, even after everything, you never got to tell him how you felt. Now you are standing in the airport, feeling lost. It's too little, too late for confessionals.

Since you can remember, going to school in England has been your dream. You made it a mission and are now attending the University of Cambridge. You got in on a scholarship and scrapped up every penny working at Family Video for your four years of high school.

"You better write to me and all that shit" he pointed.

This made you giggle. "Of course, I'll even call once in a while. Hopefully, the long-distance charges won't be too lethal." You play with the chain hanging from your neck. You never took it off.

"Oh! I almost forgot... here!." Eddie rummaged around his pockets and pulled out a small wrapped gift. "Uh, open it when you get there, okay?"

"Teddy, you didn-"

"I wanted to. Please? Just take it." Eddie’s heart fluttered at your name of endearment.

You reach for the gift, fingers brushing, and you swear you feel sparks fly. You instantly jump into him, arms wrapping around his neck, taking in his feel, scent, and touch. Fuck this hurts more than you thought it would. But you kept telling yourself it wouldn't be forever, only four years; you could survive that. And you would be home in the summers. It wouldn't be so bad.

Tears threaten to fall as they rim your lashes. "I'll miss you," you sniffle, and your voice cracks.

It breaks Eddie's heart to see you like this. You were his girl, well, not technically, but you had his heart. You had it from the first moment he saw you in ninth-grade science when you were assigned to be his lab partner. From then on, you were as thick as thieves; if only you felt the same way...

"All passengers for flight 739, please make your way to gate 67; you are now boarding." Your heart sinks at the announcement; that was you. No more stalling.

You turn to your parents, giving them another tight hug, then quickly turn to Eddie again. You hug him once more, as tight as you can this time.

"You're squishing me, Peach. Can't. Breath." He jokes, and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

You reach up to your tiptoes, kiss his stubbly cheek and mutter the words he has been waiting to hear for the past four years. "I love you, Eddie."

Eddie was stunned, did he hear you correctly? You don't give him time to answer because you quickly turn without another word, not giving him a chance to speak, and you run. You run to the gate and don't look back.

For most of the flight, your mind was racing. You couldn't help but feel like a coward. Your mind was racing with questions and doubts. What if Eddie misunderstood your words as just platonic love? Or would he understand that you were actually in love with him?

You sat on the plane, staring at the gift box Eddie handed you. It was a small black square box with a red bow. Nothing fancy.

Once you were over international waters, you decided you couldn't wait anymore and opened it up.

As you slowly lift the lid, the tears start to well up in your eyes again. Your heart is pounding as you peer inside the small box and handwritten note and a silver mood ring were nestled inside. You reach in and carefully pick up the note and begin to read.

Dear, Peach

I am going to miss you so much, so here is a small token to remember me by…

Your Teddy.

You sniffle as you pick up the ring and hold it up to the overhead light to get a better look.

You turn it over in your fingers, examining every detail, trying to confirm whether or not this was Eddie's ring. It looks exactly like the one he wore daily, but you can't be sure. You had never seen him without it before? You try to think about if he had it on at the airport.

As you examine the ring, memories of Eddie flood your mind. You remember how he constantly fiddled with it, absentmindedly twisting it around his finger. You remember how he told you it was his mother's ring and how much it meant to him. But now, as you hold it in your hand, you can't believe he did this.

You try to slide it onto your fingers, but it's too loose to stay in place. You don't want to give up on the ring, though. It's too precious to lose. Suddenly, a thought strikes you, and you take off your necklace. You carefully latch the ring onto the chain, ensuring its security. You can keep it close to your heart as you wear it around your neck...

Now, 1991

"Peach?!” You jump and turn; you were startled when browsing the chips section at the Dollar Store. “Holy shit, it is you!"

"Steve?" You smile brightly and embrace him in a hug when you realize who is speaking to you. Not even twenty-four hours back home, and you’re already bumping into old friends. You had forgotten how small Hawkins really was.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he asked with a bright smile across his face.

"Brian-you remember my brother Brian? He's getting married, had to come back for the wedding." You smile.

"When did you get back?! Have you seen anyone? Oh god, everyone is going to be thrilled." He hugged you again for good measure to make sure it was really you.

"I got back late last night; I'm still jetlagged, so I haven't seen or reached out to anyone yet... I don't think I have anyone's numbers anymore; it's been so long..." You felt so guilty. Your life in Hawkins was worlds away. You had been so busy once you graduated. You hadn't been home in about four years; visiting you was easier for your folks.

"I'll alert the media; I'll be the town crier! Let everyone know Peach is back!"

"Thanks, Stevie," you giggled.

"How long are you in town for?"

"Ummm, that's the thing; I think I am back for good?" Sure, you loved being overseas, but seven years was so long you missed your life back home, your family, your friends, and your visa was running out.

"This is amazing! Oh, we have to all get together to celebrate!"

"How um- how is everyone?"

"Good! Robin and I are roommates, Nancy and Jonathan are still going strong, Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will, El and Max are off at their different colleges..."

"What, uh-what about Eddie?" You hadn't mutter his name in years. Things fell off like they did with everyone else. You used to write almost every day, but then school, friends, and boyfriends happened, and eventually, the letters stopped altogether.

The two of you never spoke of the "I love you" statement you made at the airport. You tiptoed around it like it didn't happen. Sometimes, you wished you had stayed to hear what he would have said, and other times, you were glad you ran. You took the hint that he didn't feel the same way when he never said anything back in his letters or the few times you called him.

"Oh, Ed's is great! Yeah, he has his own shop downtown; you know how good he was with fixing cars and all that. He got promoted a few months back when Richards decided to retire..." You smile at the thought of Eddie finally owning up to his potential.

"Oh, well, um, that's amazing! I really missed you guys." You sighed, subconsciously playing with the ring attached to the chain around your neck. You hadn't taken it off in the seven years you had been away.

"Well, I better get going, but I'll call you, ok?"

"Yeah, I'm with my folks for now until I find an apartment, so same number,” you smiled.

When you leave Steve, your mind can't help but race with thoughts of seeing Eddie again. Seven years is a really long time; would he still have his long hair? Would he have a girlfriend? Oh god, what if he has a girlfriend? Of course, he would have a girlfriend. He's Eddie. He is the most flirtatious guy out there; there is no way he would be sitting around waiting for you. Not that he would be waiting for you... he never said those three words back.

It's been less than twenty-four hours since you've been back in Hawkins, and yet your thoughts are consumed by memories of him. The sound of his voice echoes in your mind as if you had heard him yesterday... The way he laughed, the way he walked, and the way he used to look at you. His presence has left an everlasting mark on your psyche, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now, whether he's thinking about you too, or if you'll ever see him again.

Your stuff was all over the new apartment. You managed to score a place not too far from everyone, and it only took about a week and a half to find, sign and finalize a place to live.

The living room was filled with countless cardboard boxes, each one crammed with different items from your childhood home and England.

As you rummaged through them, your attention was suddenly grasped by a photo album that had been buried deep inside one of the boxes. It took you by surprise - I had completely forgotten about it. As you held it in your hands, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia and curiosity, wondering what picture-perfect memories were inside.

You grabbed your drink from the side table and crawled on the messy couch covered in old newspapers and bubble wrap. Pictures of you with the gang, in the Wheelers basement, at lovers lake, in the trailer…

Memories of late nights, early morning school pick ups, dnd creation sessions, forcible study sessions that ended up just you two talking for hours on end, Eddie making you fall for him and him you with neither of you were the wiser.

The phone ringing breaks you out of the trance. You scramble up off the couch the photo album falls off your lap and onto the floor as you scurry over to the phone mounted on the wall.

“Hello?” Nice to know the phone company installed it correctly.

“Hey! It’s Steve, how are you?”

“Good, just settling in; my place is a mess,” you giggle.

“Good, good. We are all getting together on Friday; maybe you can take a break from unpacking? We thought it would be nice to meet at my folk's place, old time's sake.” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You hesitated. “Is, um, everyone going to be there?”

"Yep! Folks are out of town; we can use the pool to put advantage. Everyone is so excited you're back" emphasis on everyone.

“That’s great, Steve; I’m happy to be home, glad no one hates me," you chuckle uncomfortably. "I was kinda worried since I fell off the face of the earth...”

“Nah, we could never be mad at you.”

“Okay then! I’ll see you guys Friday,” you smile. Oblivious to the fact that none of your friends knew you were in town…

“So Stevie, what’s got you bouncing off the walls?” Robin asked.

It was Friday, and Steve had everyone already over for an hour before your arrival.

They had no idea you were back because Steve wanted to tell everyone simultaneously. So he invited Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie so he could share the big news.

“Yea, you’re killing us, man,” Jonathan smirked.

“Okay, okay, okay! Everyone sit down.” Steve instructed. “So I was out running some errands, and you’re never going to guess who I ran into!”

“Vicki?” Robin asked.

“Nooo.”

“Chrissy?”

“Nope.”

“Max?”

“Nope, guess again.”

“Lucas?”

Amidst the incessant guessing, Eddie's mind drifted away to a memory of you. He pictured you walking through the front door with that enchanting smile you always had on your face. The sound of your voice was etched in his mind as if he had heard it only yesterday. His heart yearned for you, how you used to take over his whole world and light up his day with your infectious energy and captivating aura.

Just as Eddie is about to get lost in his thoughts of you, the doorbell snaps him back into reality.

“You uh expecting anymore else man?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, you uh mind grabbing the door for me?” Steve was up to something, and Eddie could sense it. Maybe Dustin was home early?

“Why? Are you busy or something?”

“Yea, 'bout to get the pool ready..” he winks.

With his suspicions, Eddie tentatively stands and reaches the door. Behind him, in the distance, he hears Nancy, “Oh my god, shut up!” He must have shared the mystery person while he was out of war shot… jackass.

With his heart racing, he took the last few steps towards the door. His curiosity was piqued, and he felt a sense of anticipation building up inside him, wondering who could possibly be waiting on the other side. As he jogged, he could hear his own footsteps echoing in the hallway. Finally, he reached for the doorknob, ready to discover the mystery person on the other side.

You rang the doorbell once again… what had been taking so long?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold your horses-” Eddie swung open the door without any hesitation as he was in the middle of his sentence. However, his words trailed off when he saw you standing on the other side.

“Hey, Teddy” you smiled as your heart pounded. It was pumping so hard he could probably see it beating through your chest.

“Oh my god.” Eddie looked like he had seen a ghost. The blood drained from his face. His eyes are wide with shock. Did Steve not tell him? “Oh my god!” You were suddenly knocked off your feet as Eddie's weight collided with yours.

“Hi,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him.

"Peach?" It took him a second to process. “Holy shit, you’re here!” He spun you around before putting you down.

“Did Steve not tell you?” As you slowly stepped back, your eyes fixed on his face.

His once baby-smooth skin now bore a few fine lines, a testament to the life he had lived. Life was never kind to Eddie, but he held on to hope. His facial hair added a more mature rugged charm to the baby face you once knew. You couldn't help but admire the beauty that was Eddie Munson.

You also couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off your face and Eddie was so thankful because he had never been witness to something so beautiful.

“No! Oh my god! No, he didn’t tell us anything.” He couldn’t let you go; he needed to feel you to convince himself he wasn’t seeing things. You smelled just as he remembered, but also sweeter.

“She’s back?!” You hear Robin's voice coming from far inside the house. That made you giggle, and Eddie heard angels singing.

The loud sound of footsteps fills your ears, and you see Robin running towards the door. She bulldozes her way past Eddie and engulfs you in a suffocating hug.

“How long are you here?!” She squealed.

“For good!” You smile as you see Nancy and Jonathan run out after Robin.

“What?! You’re back forever?!” Nancy came running out the door

“Yes, forever!” You smile, glancing over at Eddie.

Eddie needed to process everything and stepped back so everyone else could say their long-awaited hellos.

He missed you so badly; of course, he tried to move on, but nothing was the same. Feeling overwhelmed by the avalanche of information he had just received, Eddie needed a moment to gather his thoughts. With a smile, he excused himself from the room and went through the house to the backyard.

The warm afternoon breeze hit his face as he leaned against the deck railing. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, and with a flick of his lighter, he lit one up. As he took a long first drag, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, hoping to find clarity amid the chaos because you were back.

He hadn’t been out there for two minutes, barely making a dent in the cigarette, when he heard the sliding glass door open and close behind him.

“Hey, you okay, man?” It was Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, just in shock, I guess...” He took a long drag of the cigarette and blew the puffs of smoke in the other direction, away from Steve's face.

“She looks good, huh?.” Steve smirked as he also leaned back against the railing next to Eddie.

"Yeah, uh yea really good" He tried releasing his tense shoulders, but it was of no use.

"I didn't see a ring on her finger… but I did see one around her neck… looked familiar too.”

"What?” Eddie’s head snapped up.

“See for yourself.”

You were now in the kitchen, facing him through the window. Clear as day your exposed chest dawned his ring.

What did this mean?

"Looks like now's your chance." Steve clapped his back.

"It's been so long… things are- I don't know, things just won't be the same. Too much time has passed."

"That's why I say seize the day!"

"Don't Carpe Diem me," Eddie scoffed.

"Well, you better because there is no way I’m going to let someone else swoop in and snatch her up because you’re too dumb to say you love her back." In a swift motion, Steve reached out and plucked the cigarette from Eddie's lips, brought it up to his own mouth, took a long drag, and savoured the taste of the smoke. As he exhaled, he brought the cigarette back down and carefully stubbed it in the ashtray, snuffing out every last bit of ember. The two friends sat silently for a moment, lost in their thoughts.

"Don’t fuck this up again,” he smirked before slipping back inside with the others.

Your gaze automatically finds Eddie as you make your way out the door and into the yard, it was a pool party after all. You even bought a new swimsuit for the occasion because you wanted to make an impression on Eddie. He hadn't seen you since you were no more than a few weeks older than eighteen, when you were still awkward and pimply. Now at twenty-five, you’ve come into your body, and you looked fucking good.

You knew that your body had changed considerably since you were a teenager, and you wanted to look your best.

So when you went shopping you settled on a navy blue option with little white anchors, cute without trying too hard, or so you hoped. It accentuated all of your best assets.

Confidently, you let the shawl slip down your shoulders. Eddie felt like you were moving slowly as he watched you bend over to remove your jean shorts.

If Eddie didn't know any better, he'd think you were doing it intentionally. His hands were getting sweaty, and he needed to tighten his grip on the beer bottle so it wouldn't slip. You made him nervous; you were beautiful, elegant, and not to mention sexy, even more so than he remembered.

As you reach out to grab the drink from Robin's hand, you can sense Eddie's intense gaze fixed on you. Robin, who seems oblivious to the brewing tension, turns around and walks towards the pool chairs where Eddie, Steve, Jonathan and Nancy are lounging. You watch as Robin joins the trio, leaving you standing alone, wondering what Eddie's piercing stare could possibly mean. With a deep breath, you take a swig and join your group of friends.

Like a flip of a switch, Eddie's face softens when he sees you coming towards them. He takes in your body the closer you get. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you, his heart began to race uncontrollably. He couldn't believe how stunning you looked, and his eyes were immediately drawn to his ring that adorned your necklace.

You watched as Eddie gazed at you with admiration. It was like he was noticing every detail about you. Memorizing you - the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders, the sparkle in your eyes, the curve of your lips as you smiled. Eddie always knew how to make you feel special, even with just a look.

"Here, you can take mine." Eddie gets up. Alwasy the gentalman.

"No, it's okay. They are big enough we can share." You smile as you lay out your towel to sit at the end of the long white chair.

Conversations about everyone and how they have been lasted about an hour before you decided it was way too hot to not take advantage of the pool. While living in England, you have had to endure the cool and damp weather. It's such a contrast to the hot and humid summers that you grew up with in Hawkins. The scorching heat can sometimes get unbearable, yet a refreshing change from the gloomy weather back in England.

"I'm going in if anyone wants to join me." You set down your sweaty glass and walk over to the pool. Nancy and Robin follow closely behind before you glance back at the boys.

“Hey, come in with us.” You offer with a smile.

You hear a splash from the pool and see the two other girls' heads bobbing up from under the water.

Steve and Jon nod their head while Eddie shakes his no.

“You sure?” You offer once more, raising your brow.

Once again, Eddie shakes his head no before the other two boys grab him by the arms and drag him to the water's edge.

You giggle before taking a graceful dive in to join your girlfriends. The three of you tread water as you watch the boys struggle from land.

"Hey! Come on, I still have my shirt on!" Eddie protested.

"Take it off!" Robin yelled, pulling another giggle from you.

"Oh you think seeing me shirtless is funny, Peach?" He quipped. He was kidding, of course, but you couldn't help to fight off the blood rushing to your cheeks.

Too flustered to reply, you don't say anything; however, the boys save you by throwing Eddie in the pool. You flinch away from the splash of water that gets in your eyes and wait for Eddie to come back up for air. You stare at the spot that he was thrown in, but he doesn't come back up.

"Eddie?" you ask, feeling a bit worried. However, as you are standing in the water, a feeling of terror fear overtakes you as something grabs your waist from below the surface and pulls you backwards. You let out a small scream, but quickly cover your mouth as you feel strong arms wrap around you, holding you close to their chest.

"Teddy, you idiot!" You play scream but also can't hold back your laughter as Eddie pops back up for air, trying to swim off with you in toe.

"What? I'm saving you from sharks." He shrugs like he is doing the most obvious thing in the world.

"God, you haven't changed a bit, have you?" You gaze into his eyes as he pinned you against the pool wall. You can’t help but take in his beauty.

"What is that a bad thing?" He cocks his head.

"N-not at all," Your breath hitches.

For a fleeting moment, you lose the sense of your surroundings. You forget about group's presence that is intently observing your and Eddie's every move. It's as if you are in a bubble, separate from the rest of the world. Your attention is drawn to the black t-shirt that now clings tightly to his wet body, accentuating every contour of his muscles in a way you hadn't noticed before. During your high school days, you remembered him as a lanky teenager.

Now, you noticed he had put on a lot of muscle mass. His chest was broad and well-defined, his biceps looked like they were about to burst out of his shirt, and his forearms were thick and veiny.

You couldn't help but feel a slight tingle through your core as the thought of running your hands over his muscular chest crossed your mind…

"I like what you did with the ring." He flicked your necklace with his index finger, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh yeah, I, uh, it didn't fit, so... Had to keep it safe, you know." You chuckled awkwardly. "Never took it off."

"Never?" He was shocked.

"Never," You whispered back.

"Your boyfriend okay with having another man's ring around your neck, Sweetheart?"

"I-I-uh- no, no boyfriend." God, why was it like you had forgotten how to speak.

"Noted." You can't help but want to kiss the stupid gin off of his face.

You reminisced about the countless hours you had spent lost in your own thoughts, daydreaming about kissing his lips. Maybe, just maybe, a new beginning would allow Eddie to finally see you in the same light that you had always seen him. Little did you know Eddie also daydreamed about your lips. Especially the memory of watching you say those three words in the airport. It plagued his dreams day and night. He should have said them back, but he was too shocked to react, and before he knew what was happening, you were boarding the airplane to take you far far away from him.

"Okay, love birds, enough of this. We are playing macro polo!" Robin announced, popping the bubble that was you and Eddie.

You were suddenly embarrassed by your behaviour in front of your other friends. You were there to see everyone, not just Eddie, but you can’t help yourself, you have missed him so badly, sometimes you felt like your chest was in physical pain from how much your longed for him.

He still was the last person you thought about before going to bed many nights. Even the times when you had a boyfriend…That’s why none of your relationships worked, because he was right. You wore another man’s ring on your neck and refused to take it off no matter your relationship status. You were forever his, even if you technically never were, but your heart belongs to him.

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and catching up on old times. You tried your best to divide your attention to everyone but somehow you and Eddie were drawn to one another. He needed to be sitting next to you, to touch you whenever he could. To convince himself that you were in fact real and not going anywhere.

To Eddie you were the one that got away. The endless nights he stayed up thinking about you, the day you left, the days and nights spent, platonically, wishing he had just made a move… but maybe that would have made your move all that harder?

The ring was a spur of the moment decision that he was glad he made. He always caught you looking at it. He loved that you loved it and that you would have a piece of him while you were gone. He knew you would protect it and cherish it because he knew how much you knew it meant to him. It was one of the last things that he had left of his mother, and he felt that it symbolizes how much you meant to him…

Saying goodbye to every wasn’t half as painful as the last time you had to do it because it really wasn’t ‘goodbye’ but ‘see you later’.

Eddie offered to walk you to your car, before you left. He wanted to speak with you alone.

“It was really good seeing you” you lean against the door of your car.

“Yeah it really was… Um, hey… look can we talk?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“I just need to know, why?”

“You gotta be more specific there Teds” you giggle.

“You tell me you love me then run away to England for almost a decade!.”

“Oh.”

How was it that this conversation was happening now, in Steve’s parents driveway? Things were fine a minute ago back in the house?

“How was I supposed to process that? What was I suppose to do with that information? Tell me Sweetheart because let me tell you it really fucked with my head.”

“Teddy I’m sorry, I was so young and scared but I had to let you know… I couldn’t stand the thought of you not knowing.”

“You didn’t even give me the change to say it back…”

“What?”

“ I said you-”

“I know what you said Eddie but you had plenty of chances! We wrote every week and we phone once a month what about them!”

“I can’t do this again…”

“Wh-what?” Your words betrayed you as your voice wobbled.

“It’s good to see you, but I don’t think I can go through all of this again.” Eddie couldn’t stop the words. He didn’t know why he was saying these things? This was not how this was suppose to go. But he was so mad you left him and he never got closure.

“Go through all of what?”

“You left. You left me here in Hawkins while you went out and became someone! I was held back two years, a fucking super senior as you were out in the world without me.”

“Oh I see. So this is my fault?” Now you were pissed. How dare he pin his mistakes on you.

“Forget it.”

You didn’t know what to do. You and Eddie never fought before? Now he’s a perfect stranger and yelling at you because you had left him. But he knew you were to leave eventually. How could he expect you to not go to your dream school? Why did he give you his ring?

“Well if that is how you feel.” You reach up to unlatch the chain from your neck and let go of the thing that had been attached to you for the past seven years.

Without a word you hand it to Eddie, and get in your car and drove home.

You cried the whole way home. It was a miracle you were able to see through the burning tears that stained your cheeks. Fitting that it should start to thunderstorm the second you get out of the car; at least it will hide your tears from your nosey neighbours.

As you stepped inside your apartment, the weight of the day's events pressed heavily on your mind. You reached for the nearest bottle and poured yourself a glass, savoring its amber color and the warmth it brought to your throat. The first glass went down quickly, followed by another and then another, each one helping to ease the pain of disappointment and frustration.

After a few hours of wallowing in self-pity and letting the alcohol work its magic, you finally gathered the courage to walk over to the phone. You braved the hallow ringing as it seemed to go on forever.

There's a fat chance he will answer, but you had to get this off your chest. You still love him.

"Hey, sorry I missed your call, just leave a message after the" beeeeep

"Hey, yeah, it's me... Peach. Just been thinking about everything tonight…And I don't know,” you sniffle. “I just miss you so much. I thought about you all the time… did you think about me? -shit- I’m a little drunk I uh…just ignore that last part. Give me a call back if you can?"

Shit, this was so stupid... could you sound any more desperate? “Did you think about me?” God, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He’s already shot you down twice, but at this point, you would rather be hurt than feel nothing at all. He has found a permanent home within your heart, and the eviction notice has been shredded and burned.

After you hung up the phone, you went straight to bed. You did nothing but toss and turn for two hours. Thinking about Eddie and the words he spoke. You had to do something; you regretted giving him the ring back. Your neck felt bare without it like a part of you was missing.

As the rolling thunderstorm rumbled in the background, you heard a knock on the front door. At first, you were sure it was just the storm playing tricks on your mind. But then, you hear it again - three distinctive knocks that make you freeze in place. You couldn't help but wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour and in the middle of a storm? Your mind raced with thoughts of potential intruders, lost travellers seeking shelter, or even a neighbour in need of assistance. With a sense of caution, you waited another minute, hoping to hear something that would help me identify the person on the other side of the door.

Again, three more knocks.

You let out a string of curses under your breath as you nervously glance towards the door, wondering who could be knocking at this ungodly hour. The darkness of the night envelopes you completely, with no one else around to offer you any comfort or protection. So you flick on the hallway light for some semblance of comfort.

The howling wind outside only adds to your anxiety as it whips through the trees with a mournful wail. The rain pelts against the ground with a relentless force, creating a deafening crescendo that echoes through the stillness of the night. You feel as though you're trapped in the middle of a horror story or some twisted nightmare.

“Peach, it’s me!” You hear a deep voice coming from the other side of the door as you slowly approach it. You peer through the peephole to double-check, but as soon as you see who is on the other side, you wrench the door open so fast that you almost take it off its hinges.

“Eddie?” You look at him with swollen eyes. "It's one in the morning."

"Quarter after, actually." His heart sank a little when you called him by his actual name.

"Okay?”

"You cheated me out of the chance to say it to your face! That's the least you and I, for that matter, deserved!" Eddie barged his way past you and into your home, not caring that he was leaving a puddle from the relentless downpour. He was drenched from the tips of his hair to the soles of his shoes. "You didn't even let me say it back!"

“You loved me?” The realization of his words sunk in.

“Not loved, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” the disappointment was evident on your face. Eddie could always read you like a book.

“Love, present tense.”

Your heart rate at this point should have been concerning. After all this time?

"and to answer your question, I thought about your every goddamn minute of every goddamn day."

"Please, I didn't mean any of that stuff I said back at Steve's. I don't know what came over me; I'm an idiot, forgive me? I take it all back!"

"You love me?"

"Yes, oh god, yes, I have since the ninth grade and never stopped!" Eddie's heart pounded in his chest as he awaited your reply. Maybe this was stupid? Perhaps he fucked up so badly that it was irreversible. Never did he ever think you would give him the ring back. He knew he fucked up the second you placed it in his hand, but he was too hard-headed to apologize.

When you exited the driveway, he immediately snapped out of his foolishness and started chasing you down the street. No way he was losing you again because of past hurt feelings and pure stupidity on his end. He can't believe he was about to let you walk away from him. Again.

"Please say something?" Eddie pleaded, stepping closer to you.

"I don't know what to say, Eddie? You've been sending me mixed signals all day."

"What is it you need? Space? Time?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"I just need you now." With a surge of courage, you stepped forward and closed the distance between you and Eddie.

Heart racing, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, feeling the cold, wet rain residue and softness of his mouth against yours. It was a moment of pure bliss, leaving you breathless.

After years and years of imagining, dreaming, and picturing, this moment finally came to fruition. Some may say it was a manifestation; others might say it was destiny.

An overwhelming heat bloomed from your core and spread throughout your whole body as Eddie’s strong hands explored your exposed skin. Your burning need to overpower the feeling of the coldness of Eddie’s wet, damp clothing. You had been wearing an oversized shirt and underwear when you opened the door, but that only aided him.

His hands trailed up from your hips and slid under your shirt so he could hold you by your waist. As he tasted you, he pressed his body further into you, pushing you back further down the hall towards the bedroom.

"You have me." He pulled away breathlessly as he took you in. Your once dry white shirt was now damp and translucent, sticking to your body. Eddie couldn't help but groan at the sight of your peaked nipples trying to pierce their way through the thin material blocking you from him.

You could feel the pool of arousal collecting in your panties. Never had you been so turned on in your life than in this moment.

“I have you.” You mumble before taking his lips once again. You let his tongue part your lips as he explored your mouth. You tasted like mint toothpaste and a hint of whiskey.

"Baby, I need you now." He moans.

Baby. A plume of butterflies erupted deep within you at the name. There was no going back now; you and Eddie were destined to be together like it was written in the cosmos.

Despite the tension between you two, somehow, you managed to break apart just enough to lead him to the bedroom. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as you both stood there, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes.

"You're perfect," Eddie whispered as he backed you up onto the bed that stood in the middle of the room.

You willingly fell back onto the soft sheets below as his lips met yours. Needy hands pulled at the fabric that separated you.

Lightning lit up the room as your silhouettes danced on the walls. Eddie, atop your body, melted into your plush bed as you both stripped fully.

“Please, Eddie,” you whined as he was taking too slow; the wet fabric clung to his clammy skin. He needed warming up, but you knew just the cure. “I’ve waited for so long.”

“Me too, Sweetheart.”

Having been confined for what seemed like an eternity, he was finally able to break free from the shackles of his own clothes that had become a wet and cold prison for him.

You are both now fully naked in your room. You take in the sight of the man before you and what a man he is. Drinking in every last detail your eyes could see in the dim light. He had more tattoos than when you had left, and you were right about his body being more filled out than you remembered. And his cock, so beautiful you could almost cry at how perfect it was.

“God you’re beautiful.” Eddie whispers as he did the same thing.

"So are you." You reach up to take his rough cheek in your palm, gently pulling him down towards you. You sigh into the kiss as you feel Eddie’s weight fall on you.

You can’t help but grind your hips up into his throbbing cock. It’s rock hard as it rests on your soft middle.

Eddie reaches between your two connected bodies and finds your wet pussy with his fingers. A feral moan leaves your lips, and his calloused fingers brush against your swollen, sensitive clit.

The lewd sounds of lips smacking and Eddie playing with your wet pussy fills the room with the pounding of the storm in the background.

“Please, Eddie, I can’t wait. I just need you now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please I need your cock so bad.” You begged. There was no time for foreplay; you’ve waited long enough for this moment.

Eddie couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

“I don’t-I didn’t- shut I don’t have-”

“I’m on birth control,” you blurt out.

“You sure?”

“Please, Eddie, I need to feel you… to fill me. All of you.” You craned your neck to reach up and kiss the side of his. You marked him, leaving a significant bite mark that would let everyone know he’s taken. He is yours. Always has been.

“Shit, okay,” he moans as your mouth explores his throat. Eddie would do anything you asked of him at this point.

Eddie slowly guides through your folds, collecting your slick on his shaft, and glides into your pussy.

God, you felt amazing, so wet, so warm, so tight. His perfect girl.

“Oh my god,” you arch up into him so you could feel every inch of him.

“You look so pretty like this.” he mewled as he slowly ground his cock into your needy pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Eddie rambled as he hit the hilt. He slowly dragged his cock back and rocked gently back into you like he didn’t want you to break.

You captured his lips on yours once again, muffling your throaty moans.

Eddie was tender; Eddie was sweet. He wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t just fucking you; he was making love to you.

God, he loved you, even though all those years separated you. He still loved you.

“Eddie, feels so good!” Your mind was captivated by him. Everything in this moment was eternally Eddie.

Eddie’s hips never stopped, they sped up only a little to gain momentum as the sticky heat between you only grew more are more delicious.

“You feel that baby?”

“Oh god, yes.” You hook your ankles around Eddie's back, pulling him in deeper. His cock hit your g spot with each grind and roll of his hips.

His hands find yours, and he laces his fingers between your own, bringing your hands above your head.

“You make me feel so good; oh god, your pussy is taking me so well, fuckin’ made for me.”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” you agree, “made to be with you,” you moan.

“Yea, baby, you think we were made for each other?”

“Yes,” you answered, too fucked out to be self-conscious about what you were saying.

Your orgasm was quickly building and building as Eddie’s hips continued to grind into yours.

“I love you,” you let slip as Eddie continues to make you feel like you’re floating.

You’ve died and reached heaven. You swore nothing could make you feel better. But you were mistaken; Eddie proved you wrong with the next words that were uttered out of his mouth.

"I love you." He sealed his declaration of love with an emotional kiss.

Your head spun with his words. Did he really just say that? Are you really here? The reality of where you are hits you hard as your orgasm rips through you. You were in bed with Eddie, your Eddie. Eddie, who makes you feel safe and loved and important and worshiped.

“Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Shit-fuck” your cunt clamped down on Eddie so tightly as he tried to hold on a little longer, savouring the moment, trying to hold out as long as possible.

“Where do you want it?” He breathlessly asked.

Still making love to you for as long as he could hold off until you told him you loved him again over and over, totally overcome by the serotonin washing your brain, you don’t even know you’re speaking.

“Inside,” you look up into Eddie’s eyes, and he cums immediately. He swore he never heard more beautiful words.

Eddie slowly pumped himself inside of you as he rode out his orgasm, and you kissed every inch of his face.

“I’m never letting you go.” He sighs as he collapses his body weight on top of yours.

“Good, because I’m never going anywhere without you again.” You incase him in a bear hug as your legs and arms wrap around his body one more.

“I love you, Peach.”

“I love you more, Teddy.”

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Request: wrong number au, Eddie texts Gareth something personal but puts in 1 wrong number & ends up texting Steve. The two of them hit it off & start chatting & then when they meet IRL they are completely head over heels in love & its cute as fuck

MY LOVE MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! LOVE A GOOD WRONG NUMBER AU!!! I can't believe I've never written it before now. I also had to actually include Gareth because I am actually obsessed with him lately, and I just think it's really neat that we can make these characters our own. This was such a fun and cute request! I didn't do the inappropriate route because I thought this was hilarious so sorry about that. I made up for it with something else! - Mickala ❤️

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GARE BEAR! You won’t believe it but i dropped my phone in a sewer. Lost everything.

He had never been so happy about having his closest friends’ numbers memorized. His phone was somewhere under the streets of Chicago, floating through dirty water and sewage, dying a slow and painful death.

He texted everyone else one at a time, let them know he had a new number and to completely delete the old one because it would never be recovered.

They were used to things like this happening; He lost his phone annually at this point and it was cheaper just to get a new number than transfer everything to a new one.

He went to dial Wayne, the old school part of him insisting on phone calls instead of texts still, when Gareth’s name popped up with a new text.

Not sure who Gare Bear is, but sorry about your phone. That’s shitty.

Eddie let out a loud laugh.

did you mean to make a pun?

Did it make you laugh?

yes

Then yes.

Eddie sat down on a bench, entirely focused on his conversation with this stranger.

Did you find your Gare Bear yet?

Not yet but i think i’m pretty happy talking to you for now

Smooth, Eddie.

Admittedly, he was in a hell of a dry spell.

Going on almost two years, actually.

A little flirting with a stranger never hurt anybody, not when he clearly needed some practice.

Not sure if your Gare Bear would like it very much though

Wait, what?

Eddie stared at his phone, trying to comprehend what that could mean. Why would Gareth not want him talking to a stranger?

I hope you find your partner though!

Oh.

Oh!

Eddie hit the call button in the corner before he could even register what he was doing.

“Hello?”

Oh no, he sounded hot.

“Hi. So, Gareth is very much not my partner. He probably actually wishes I would really forget his number,” Eddie rushed out.

“Um. Okay?”

“He’s been my best friend for ten years and he thinks I’m a mess. Not a partner,” Eddie further clarified.

“Got it. Not a partner.”

“Yes, exactly.”

They stayed silent for a moment before Eddie coughed.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Steve. Sorry about your phone, seriously that sucks,” he sounded genuinely apologetic, like he personally threw Eddie’s phone in the sewer.

“Oh, no big deal. I lose my phone more often than I go out with someone,” Eddie said.

Why did he say that?

Steve let out a laugh and it was like music.

Eddie couldn’t help the smile taking over his face at his laugh, already knew he wasn’t gonna be able to let this guy go without learning more about him.

“So you’re, what? Celibate?” Steve asked.

“Far from it. Well, maybe not far from it. Temporarily, maybe. It’s been a while,” Eddie admitted.

“How long?” Steve asked, a loud bang coming from his end of the phone. “Sorry, I had to go outside for some privacy.”

Eddie wasn’t going to read into that. He wasn’t.

“Two years give or take. I mean I’m not counting shitty dates that ended before they got worse. So, yeah. Two years.”

“Been a year for me, but. Yeah, I get it. My last relationship didn’t end on the best terms. She decided I was too in love with her I guess,” Steve sighed, voice sounding pained.

She.

Steve was probably straight.

There was no way he’d be lucky enough for Steve to like men.

Or for Steve to like him.

“I can’t really imagine breaking up with someone because they loved me too much. I’m usually the one who falls too hard,” Eddie admitted.

“Yeah, well, same here,” Steve sounded sad, a bit withdrawn.

Eddie wanted to hear him laugh again.

“I doubt either of us have ever fallen as hard as my phone did down a drain,” Eddie said sadly.

Steve let out a loud laugh and Eddie smiled.

“This might sound crazy, but I’m kind of glad your phone decided to live in the sewers,” Steve said when he finally calmed down. “And maybe a little too happy that you typed your friend’s number wrong.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

Was this flirting? Was he successfully having a flirtatious conversation with a potentially very hot guy?

“So I can be bold and ask if you maybe wanted to meet up somewhere?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“So you’re in Chicago?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“For the last five years, yeah.”

“You busy tonight?”

Eddie’s heart stopped.

He was really going to meet up with a stranger just because he liked his laugh and hoped he was hot.

He’d done more with less.

“Yeah, actually. I’m getting dinner with this guy I accidentally texted,” Eddie smirked, looking down at his feet.

“Dinner? What a lucky guy. Where are you going?” Steve sounded amused.

“Well, it depends on what he likes. I’ve been craving some pierogies. Ever been to Staropolska?” Eddie asked.

Gareth’s family owned it, and he used to eat there two or three times a week while they were in college, usually working off his bill in the kitchen doing dishes after.

He hadn’t been in a couple months, work keeping him busy and his budget being pretty tight when he moved into a studio apartment by himself.

He had enough to treat himself tonight though.

“The one on Milwaukee? Yeah. One of my favorite places to get devolay,” Steve sounded surprised that he knew it.

“You won’t believe this, but the friend I was trying to text when I got you, his family owns that place.”

“No way! Then we have to. We owe it to the guy who has almost my exact phone number,” Steve responded.

“Meet you there at seven?” Eddie asked, suddenly more nervous.

“Seven sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Steve giggled. Eddie fell in love.

“We should probably hang up.”

“Should we?” Eddie asked, not wanting to stop talking to him yet.

“Yes, I have to do my hair. Gotta impress the guy who drops his phone in the sewer and texts strangers about it.”

“He sounds like a loser. Don’t put too much effort in,” Eddie sighed. “But okay. See you at seven.”

“See you then.”

They both stayed on the line for a minute.

“Okay. For real. Bye,” Steve laughed.

“Bye, Stevie.”

He hung up before he could convince himself to talk to him for the rest of the afternoon.

He breathed out a loud sigh, smiling as he realized he had a date.

He dialed Gareth’s real number immediately.

“Gareth, I have a date!”

“What is this number, Eddie?”

“Oh, I dropped my phone in the sewers. Not important. I have a date!”

“Jesus Christ. Okay. Come over then.”

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Gareth had been his pre-date hype man since high school, though he wasn’t very good at it.

Mostly he calmed Eddie’s nerves and helped make sure his hair didn’t look like he just woke up, which was often its unfortunate state of being.

“So, you don’t know this guy,” Gareth said from his bed.

“No.”

“And you talked for like two seconds and decided you’re in love with him,” he continued.

“Yes.”

“And you think this is totally normal and sane?”

“I didn’t say that. But we just…I dunno. We clicked. I haven’t been that at ease with someone in a long time. It felt natural,” Eddie fell back on his bed, starfishing so his arm and leg hit Gareth’s legs.

“Dude, I’m not discouraging it. I’m happy for you. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it isn’t as easy when you meet,” Gareth said softly.

“Yeah, thanks. I think it’ll be okay, though.”

“Alright. Tell babcia I’m coming by tomorrow for lunch.”

Eddie sat up and gave Gareth a quick hug.

“Thanks Gare Bear!”

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He arrived 20 minutes early so he could sneak in the back to say hi to Gareth’s grandmother, who still insisted on getting her hands on the food every day for a couple of hours despite being nearly 80 years old.

“Babcia!”

“Eddie! My kochany! You forget to visit and I forget what you look like!” she rushed over, flour and oil stains all over her apron.

He should have kept some distance so his shirt didn’t get ruined, but he ignored the part of his brain telling him to look perfect for his date so he could get a hug.

“You know I have to watch my money,” he said against her shoulder.

“And you know I feed you for free if you clean up after yourself. No excuse,” she pulled away and looked him over. “You look handsome. Why?”

Eddie put his hands on his hips.

“What? Don’t I always look handsome?”

“Of course, but this is different. Your hair is smooth and you smell like the perfume store,” she smirked. “Is it a girl? Or a boy? Or a someone?”

“It’s a boy. We’ve never met in person, so I wanted to make a good first impression,” he admitted.

“Oh! How lovely! What’s his name?” She was back to kneading dough, but kept her eyes on him.

“Steve. He actually has been here before, loves the devolay?”

Babcia froze.

“Steve? Oh goodness.” She turned to the sink and washed her hands, muttering under her breath about something.

Eddie’s heart sank. Babcia didn’t seem happy about this.

“What’s wrong? You know him?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Is he not a good guy? Has he been mean to you? I’ll call and cancel right now,” he insisted, reaching for his phone in his pocket.

“No, no. Nothing like that. He is a very sweet boy. He got broken up with in this restaurant a few months back. Tore me to pieces. He just sat here for hours crying. I moved him to a corner booth for his privacy and he left me a $100 tip and ever since then when he comes in I make sure to give him as many szarlotka as he wants.” She touched Eddie’s shoulder. “You be good to him. He has a nice heart.”

Eddie’s mind raced.

Why had Steve agreed to come here for a date if this is where he’d been broken up with? Why did he even bother coming back if it held such bad memories?

What if he didn’t see this as a date?

The front door chimed and he heard the employee at the front welcome someone.

“He will be good for you, drogi.”

Eddie nodded before making his way to the front, stopping in his tracks when he saw the most beautiful man he’d ever seen standing at the podium, talking to the employee with a smile.

“That’s him,” Babcia said from behind him. “Go get him.”

She shoved him forward, nearly making him trip, which caught the attention of Steve.

He looked over with a curious smile, and then realization seemed to hit him.

“Steve?” Eddie managed to ask, loud enough to be heard over the few full tables in the restaurant.

“Eddie?” he asked back, hesitantly moving towards him.

“I, um,” Eddie started, then cleared his throat. “I usually sit by the window, if that’s okay?”

“That’s perfect,” Steve nodded.

It was cliche, like the room around them closed into just them existing together, like the stars had aligned exactly right for this moment to happen.

They sat down at the table Eddie usually sat at, staring across the table at each other in slight awe.

Eddie really hoped that Steve was having the same feelings he was.

But one thing was stopping Eddie from being completely enraptured.

“Is this a date?” he asked suddenly.

“What?” Steve seemed surprised by his question. “I mean, yeah. I’d like it to be. I thought it was.”

Eddie nodded once, but remained quiet, thinking.

“Oh God, it wasn’t, was it? You were just being nice. What is it with this restaurant? If I didn’t love the food so much or babcia, I would never step foot here again, I swear-”

Eddie put his hand on Steve’s to calm him down, frown on his face.

“Woah. What?”

“I just. I don’t have the best history with dates here and I guess I didn’t learn the first time something bad happened, and now I’m being too much too fast again in this place and-”

Eddie pulled Steve’s hand up to his face, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“Stevie, calm down. This is a date. I’ll have as many dates here as you want to to get rid of whatever negative stuff you associate with this place. Babcia would hate that I ruined this place for you,” he said quietly.

Steve seemed to relax at his words.

And if you wanna tell me about what happened, you can. If it’ll help,” Eddie offered.

Before Steve could reply, Gareth’s cousin, Ben, came to take their order.

It was a quick order, both knowing exactly what they wanted, and then Steve looked back at him.

“It’s just. My last girlfriend, who I was with for almost three years, dumped me here. It was kind of out of the blue for me, and I had a really hard time that night.”

Eddie felt his heart break.

How could someone do that to Steve? He didn’t need to know him better to know that he didn’t deserve that, especially not if babcia had taken him under her wing so quickly.

“She must be awful to have let you go like that,” Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand in his, resisting the urge to go to his side of the table and hold him.

Steve shrugged and looked down at their hands.

“I mean, I should have known. She was never much for romance or spending time together that didn’t involve work or school. I was looking at engagement rings and she was looking at apartments to get away from me. I was just…really blinded by what I thought was love,” Steve smiled sadly at him.

“It wasn’t?”

“Well, it may have been a type of love. It was more comfort than anything. She was kind of all I had for the first year we were together, and I think I just ignored how unhealthy that was for both of us. And then I met Robin in college, and she was like the opposite of Nancy in every way. A few months before Nancy broke up with me, I told her that Robin’s parents kicked her out when she came out to them and that she needed a place to stay until we graduated. She agreed, then never made any attempt at getting to know her. And I didn’t read into it, Nancy isn’t like, super talkative with people she isn’t already close with, and Robin just kinda stayed to herself when Nancy was home.” Steve took a shaky breath. “But it turns out she didn’t bother getting to know her because she already knew she was gonna break up with me and leave the apartment to me and Robin, so.she just. Didn’t bother. Robin warned me, but I didn’t listen.”

Eddie wanted to cry.

Steve’s voice was full of pain, but not in a way that told him he still loved her, or still hoped they would get back together. More that she broke a part of him that he still hadn’t been able to fix no matter how hard he tried or wanted to.

“Was she jealous?” Eddie asked, trying so hard to understand what could have happened.

“I dunno. I mean, Robin’s a lesbian, and I definitely never had feelings for her anyway. Nancy was always so sure of herself, I can’t imagine she’d be jealous.”

“It sounds like she didn’t appreciate you very much.”

“What do you mean?” Steve didn’t sound mad, just curious.

“Well, she didn’t even make an effort to get to know your best friend, right? And it sounds like she was too busy focusing on her future to even think about what you looked like in it, and instead of trying to plan it with you, she made a future for her. She sounds a bit selfish,” Eddie shrugged.

Instead of being upset, Steve laughed.

God, Eddie loved that laugh.

“Sorry, it’s just that you sound exactly like Robin. You’d probably be two peas in a pod.”

“Tell me about her,” Eddie genuinely wanted to know more about the person who kept Steve going.

Their food arrived in the middle of the story of how Steve and Robin met, but it didn’t stop him from continuing.

Eddie listened with a fond smile, filling in Steve’s gaps of silence as he chewed a bite of food with questions or something related to what he’d been talking about.

It was easy.

It was fun.

Halfway through the meal, Steve’s foot rested against one of his and it felt like electricity shooting through his bones.

Eddie told him about Gareth, and his family who had pretty much adopted him when they both moved here from a small town in Indiana. He talked about his uncle who raised him for most of his life, who visited every Christmas despite being on a really tight budget.

Time passed quickly, but not at all.

They hadn’t realized how long they’d been sitting there until babcia came out without her apron to hand deliver an apple tart.

“You boys enjoy. I’ll see you both soon!” she said as she smacked a kiss on top of each of their heads.

Both of them blushed, but tried to cover it up with a bite of food.

As they finished, Steve looked outside to see how dark it was, how few people were left walking the streets.

“Guess we should head out,” he muttered, sounding like that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Would you wanna come to my place? We don’t have to do anything except talk, I promise. I just don’t really want this to end yet,” Eddie suggested.

“Really? I haven’t bored you?” Steve asked, just a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

Eddie shook his head.

“Not at all. I’d really like to get a chance to love you the way you deserve,” Eddie said.

Steve’s eyes widened.

Eddie should back up, should say something less intense.

But if this ruined it, then at least he said what he was thinking.

“You think you could love me?” Steve asked, barely more than a whisper.

“I think I already do a little,” Eddie admitted.

Steve blinked at him for a moment, mouth slightly agape.

“I need to kiss you,” he finally said.

“Now? Here?” Eddie smiled.

“Now. Here.”

“I won’t stop you.”

Steve stood from the table and stood in front of Eddie, placing both hands on his cheeks and leaning down.

Their lips brushed in a barely-there kiss, softer than Eddie expected.

Steve stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, and Eddie couldn’t help the words tumbling from him.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

If someone had said it to him, he would think they were just trying to get him into their bed, but that wasn’t the case here and he hoped Steve knew that.

“People used to call me a charmer, but I don’t think I’m half as good at it as you,” Steve whispered, his breath ghosting against Eddie’s lips.

“Just honest.”

“Take me home,” Steve said, opening his eyes and staring at Eddie, his eyes glowing with something close to love.

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They stayed up all night, never doing more than kissing and mapping out patterns on each others’ skin.

They talked about everything, even the painful parts of life, even the parts that they hadn’t shared with anyone else.

It didn’t make any sense that someone who had been a stranger not even 24 hours ago could already mean so much.

When the sun started to shine through the curtains of Eddie’s apartment, Steve sighed and buried his face in Eddie’s neck.

“I have to go to work,” though he burrowed his entire body further into the bed and Eddie’s side.

“You could call in sick,” Eddie suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“Robin would kill me.”

He and Robin worked together as team teachers at an elementary school. When one of them missed, it left the other with 34 kids alone.

Plus, Steve loved his job, worked hard to be a teacher, and hated missing a day if he didn’t need to.

“Maybe you could bring Robin here after work? I can make dinner?” Eddie’s job was pretty easy, marketing for an Indie record label based out of New York remotely really kept him busy for a couple hours a day and the rest of the time was spent writing his own music.

Steve sat up and looked down at him, his hair ruffled from Eddie running his fingers through it for the last eight hours.

“You’d wanna meet Robin?”

“Yeah, if you want me to. She sounds like fun.”

Steve started crying.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry. Good job, Munson, already ruined something good,” Eddie was reaching for a tissue from his bedside table.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and emotional. And just. It means a lot that you’d wanna meet her,” Steve said between gasps for air as he continued to cry.

“Of course I do. I could even invite Gareth over, too, if you want. He won’t believe that our date went well,” Eddie joked, brushing the tears away from Steve’s cheeks.

“I’d love to meet him,” Steve said, sniffling.

“When can you guys get here?”

“Usually we’re done by four, but sometimes we stay later to finish grading stuff. Maybe we should say six?”

“Got it. Any allergies?”

“Robin is allergic to shellfish. She says she is. I think she just doesn’t like them,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“No shellfish, got it. Any preferences, my love?”

Steve blushed at the term of endearment, looking down before he leaned in to kiss Eddie softly.

“Anything you make will be great.”

“You wanna borrow some clothes for work?” Eddie asked.

“Do you have any business casual stuff?”

Eddie gagged.

“Unfortunately, it’s required for the job sometimes. Far left of the closet should have something,” he nodded towards the small closet by the bathroom.

Eddie watched as Steve walked over and picked out his only pair of khaki pants and a navy button down. Steve looked back at him and winked before he nodded towards the bathroom.

“Could use some help working the shower if you’re willing to,” he smirked.

Eddie jumped up from the bed and ran into the bathroom, ignoring the way Steve was laughing.

“The hot water is tricky sometimes. I should probably get in there too to make sure it stays hot,” Eddie said as he stripped off his pants.

“Definitely. Wouldn’t want me to get cold,” Steve put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down. “Kiss me?”

Eddie leaned in to kiss him slowly, letting his tongue brush along his lips just to get a taste.

“Okay?” Eddie checked in.

“Yeah. You remember what you said last night? About loving me like I deserve?”

Eddie nodded.

“I want you to. And I want to love you back.”

“I think we can arrange that.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #gareth emerson #wrong number au #modern au #ficlet #request #getting together

[2smolbeans]

Yandere and angst mixed in one fic

Thanks for the request!! It's not really a fic but a thought based on that.Thouughhh the qualilty is kinda ehhh..lol- it was still fun to think and write though!:

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Yandere Angst Scenario

Tags: implied bullying, sadism, yandere goes from cruel to a desperate individual, darling had feelings for the yan but then lost them, mentioned ex partner, angst.

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Imagine a yandere who absolutely despises you but desperately clings onto you. They need you but at the same time berate you for the littlest of things. They say they love you but never fail to make you cry. They claim that you have them wrapped around your thumb but can easily ruin your life just by muttering a few words into someone's ear. You try to get away, but they always follow.

There's been multiple times where they've come into your workplace, only to slowly turn everyone against you. Passive glances, total silence, uncomfortable deadpanned stares. You've never felt so alone whenever they were in your life. You'd be all alone, and they would always be surrounded by others- smiling and passing by you without any acknowledgment. There was one time at a company celebration where everyone was supposed to be at a bar drinking together. Everyone sat at a table together, and you sat there alone, watching them. When you prepared to leave, you recalled them paying their farewells. You smiled, thinking it was for you, but only to realise in embarrassment that it was for the newbie who stood up after you made your way to the door. You remembered how empty you felt when you got home, no tears to be shed - but just that suffocating acceptance.

The worst part is, this person, the reason why your social life has always been in the dumps - was the person you were so in love with. It's funny how that works. Shouldn't you hate them? You can't bring yourself to though..It seemed so long ago, but there was one point that the two of you were in good terms. Were you friends? You weren't so sure. The memories were so distant, but the feelings were still there. Why did you like them again?

That didn't matter anymore. It didn't help that they were with someone you knew closesly only to hurt you out of spite. So what was the point in all this? The gossiping, the microaggressions, the dread. You've tried confronting them about it, only for them to feign innocence and make you feel stupid at the end.

"You think I'm the reason why your social life is shit? Seriously? How old are you?"

"Take a look in the mirror. Maybe that's why no one talks to you."

"Your desperation is so obvious and pathetic. It drives people away. So stop seeking validation from others and love yourself, kay?"

"Now sorry, I'm busy. I have someone to meet. Unlike you."

So this person that you love so much, that for some awful reason- seek validation from, crushes you in the most heartwrenching way. And when it comes to this person, they don't pay any mind to you. They like how you're underneath them. They adore how you seek validation from them in the most subtle of ways (even though its not really to them personally), and they find you laughable. You knew that for sure - they've told you so many times.

So, did they love you? Surprisingly, yes. In their own twisted way, this is how they loved you. So they break your heart over and over again. Eventually, though, you move on. You find new friends, workplaces, and lover.. Of course it would happen, nothing lasts forever. They let you have your fun of course- but begin to get tired of it. So they take it away all over again. Your friends..And of course, that lover.

So there you are, angry with tears as you stand outside their apartment. Banging on the door as you call out their name. They answer, and they stare at you- smiling as they tilt their head to the side mockingly, asking you whats wrong. You yell, scream, and sob as you show them the messages you're now ex sent you. How they framed you for cheating on them..With them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the actual FUCK is wrong with you. I never fucked you, I never- EVER will. So why did you say that- why, WHY?! Wasn't it enough when you made my life at the office a living hell? Isn't it enough?!"

"Oh, you came. That was quick. Do you wanna come in? Or do you wanna continue making a scene out here? Your choice."

"A-Are you even listening?"

"In or out?"

So you go inside..And you just sit there on their couch crying. You think for a moment they have some remorse as they stare at you with empathy as they sit beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder..But..

"Oh hun..I just love seeing you cry. That's it. It's not over pure love or some complicated shit. It just turns me on seeing you all pathetic."

"I need you by my side. You're the only one who could ever feel so..Alive like this. Maybe I do love you. Who knows?"

"Maybe we could find out..I'm sorry you have to suffer like this..But..I mean what else is there to say pft?"

"I know I'm being selfish. So just bare with me alright?"

"I think I love you. I don't want you being with anyone else. At the same time..I want you crying because of me. Then that shows me how much I matter to you"

"You don't cry over a nobody..So I'm somebody to you"

"Don't you see why that's special? It's stupid...So huh, maybe I am in love with you."

"....I love you. I think? That's why I'm doing all this.."

Laughing bitterly, you just stare in disbelief as you shove them and leave.

"There’s something fucking wrong with you. Get help."

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Years later they would get softer as they realised how much you really mean to them. How much love you actually deserved, how dumb they were to use you in a way that was cruel. Sure even now they had sadistic urges, but they could've acted on them in other ways. God it's embarrassing thinking about it! Looking back on their cruelty like it was some middleschool cringe and not ruining someones well being- they often think about you and the ways they could bring you back.

They messed up, and the day you left and never returned made them realise it.

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"Hey, it's me-"

"Who the fuck are you? H-How did you get in?! Why are you in my house-"

"Look..I wanted to say sorry. 5 years ago I never realised how much you really meant to me, and I took that for-"

"I don't care go away. I'm calling the cops-"

"Says who? Try it, the service is dead."

"What..?"

"Look. I know you must've been pissed for the shit I pulled back then..But I changed! The day you left, I realised that-"

"Oh my god..It's you.."

"Yeah.. I know it's been a while.."

"Wasn't making my life miserable back then enough? Or not? You took a lot from me back then, what more could you want now?"

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"So now you're sorry? You're only sorry cause I left. I'm never loving you, I never will."

"Well you don't know that.."

"Ohhh trust me. I know so."

"We'll see about that."

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"Honey..Look stop struggling. I know back then I must've really hurt you, but it's going to be different now okay? I love you. I mean it. And I don't care how far I have to go to show that to you"

"I know you love me. You loved me before..So I know you'll love me again. I'm not the same as I was before, I promise!"

"Give me another chance..I promise I'll make you happy"

"So stop struggling, or I'll twist that pretty leg of yours."

"Aww..Sorry hun. Didn't mean to slap you that hard but- I think I kind of like this look on you.."

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A/N: So I tried to go for a sadistic yandere being cruel to their darling who had feelings for them but then went too far...Only for their darling to no longer like them due to the heart break!

#Ugh I tried lol #but man this was a good writing excersise! #thanks again for the request! #yandere tsundere #yandere male #male yandere #yandere female oc #yandere female oc x reader #yandere female x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere x reader #female yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere angst #yandere prompt #yandere scenario #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere ceo #female yandere #yandere blurb #yandere concept #yandere ocs #yandere oc x reader #2smolbeans ramble

[abdeladrian]

when it comes to balduran/the emperor and ansur i think its a really interesting sort of tragedy no matter how you interpret their relationship and the nature of what happened.

because there's something to once being a hero so renowned that a home to thousands is in your name. and having a companion so dear that they'd kill you to preserve You, but also having changed so much against your will from that hero and that friend they knew and having to come to terms with it (maybe also against your will).

and being a survivor in the long run and being saved time and time again and being used and using back. of coming back home and infiltrating and taking power and being captured and used to hurt when you used to help. of running and manipulating and attempting to do the same trust-build-seduction method you once used with someone new, and trying to convince this person to become like you. because at this point you've lost the ability to feel your feelings

we obviously by nature of its character cant tell when the emperor is lying, telling the truth, or being sincere but i also like really don't like the idea of intrinsic evilness so sometimes i want to take him at face value. we have examples of a mind flayer having genuine companionship (omeluum) alongside having a purpose that lets them live a life separate from the grand design, and i fear having ansur was perhaps the only reason the emperor ever got to be free. not just physically but mentally.

because balduran went sailing one day because he missed it and never came home. ansur fought to find him and was too late. y'know. and like. how heartbreaking is that? that ansur who loved and protected and promised to keep balduran's city safe… made a promise that became a prison. to love so wholly that he wanted to preserve his partner even when his partner gave up and told him to leave and keep his memory as the thing that mattered. how heartbreaking for balduran to have killed him in self defense and then built him a tomb where he could rest? that no one would disturb him? how famous the love was that his promise to protect became legend? the last wish he ever had? that the only way to wake him was to pass a gauntlet to prove your worth? while recording praises for their partnership?

like forgive me but i don't think creating an elaborate tomb to protect ansur's final resting place is a lack of feeling. ansur made a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love. and he recognized balduran from feeling alone and got to see him again, for what its worth. the emperor will always be ansur's balduran.

also we see ansur in his dragonborn form. not controversial i hope but they were more than friends! ansur i'm sorry king. your husband became calamari and unrecognizable. and when he accuses balduran of thralling the player, which we can refute, and ansur just stops to Look only for balduran to break the silence by RECITING THE LETTER? DEAR ANSUR? AND THAT'S WHAT DRIVES ANSUR TO ATTACK?

nevermind the fact that you can't make the dream guardian a dragonborn. and the armor it wears is awfully similar to ansur's in his humanoid form. balduran never forgot ansur. i think balduran-as-the-emperor in dream guardian form not taking a form like ansurs but still keeping that armor, still speaking ansur's words and acting out his intents when promising the player protection and care, is evidence that ansur lived in him still. even through the layers of the loss of identity that was him becoming a mind flayer.

ansur was the heart of the gate. and it's baldur's gate. he's balduran's heart. his heart. ansur lived in him. it was a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love

#balduran #bg3 emperor #bg3 ansur #ansur #the emperor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ansuran #ansur x balduran #whatever tags people are using..... i need people to see my vision #had to edit my wording a bit after some reblogs im sorry everyone #also. it/he emperor for balduran and mind flayer purposes. #crossposted to twitter also.. not tht i know how that works

[strayrumia]

Unfamiliarity (oneshot)

felix x fem!reader

Synopsis: After her break-up from her long-term relationship, [Y/n] is left wondering if she was deserving of love and gentleness. Fortunately for her, she has a best friend who's been supporting her since the beginning. Not only that, but he's also more than happy to show her she deserves the love she longed for. -or- [Y/n] is left touch-deprived and doubting that she's deserving of anything wholesome after having left a relationship that left her with nothing but heartbreak, trauma, and neglect. Her best friend proves her wrong.

Genre(s): fluffy ending, implied best friends to lovers (can be taken platonically), angst Other tags: non!idol au, (wholesome) physical touch Content/Trigger Warning(s): mentions of SA (s*xual ab*se) and emotional ab*se from past relationship, very heavy mentions of insecurity and feeling worth is based off s*x, mentions of food

[A/N]: This is more of a ventfic and something that I wanted to just let out. It might not be the best fic I've written as it has a VERY open ending/lacks a proper ending. I also wrote this late at night, very head-empty. I hope if you do read it, you'll feel heard or a reminder that you deserve the love you give to others! <3

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Weeks.

Has it been weeks?

No, it's actually been a few months since the day you gained the confidence and willpower to walk out on your past and very toxic relationship. You've kept track. After all, you thought your ex would be hurting too, until you've discovered from mutual friends that he had already moved on.

That's right. At first, it was a mention from a mutual that they've heard him mention on his own socials that he was going to a concert - a concert of a group you were very confident he didn't know nor listen to very much. Then the day came when it was the supposed concert. You saw on another mutual friend's Instagram that he was seeing the group with the same girl he told you not to worry about countless times prior. The same girl who he would not hesitate to make time when she said the word, yet when you asked him for his time, he would throw a fit. Then goes the most recent news - that he was supposedly trying to get on his coworker.

This boy was the same one who told you, when you sobbed to him while trying to stand your ground, that he didn't agree to this relationship ending and he wanted to continue fighting for you two. The same one that told you that he'd rather you stay with him and heal than walk away. The same one who told you, "will we ever be together again in the future?"

It hurt.

It hurt knowing that this person you gave five long, hard years for threw you away so easily. You fought for him despite your friends and family refusing to support your relationship, despite the fact that they all mentioned how he had red flags yet your young, naive self gave him the benefit of the doubt. You fought for him, yet you got taken advantage of in more ways than you want to remember while he felt little to no remorse for his actions as his words never aligned.

It hurt knowing that while you gave a lot of love to him, you're left wondering if you're even enough for another person, if there will ever be someone in your life to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. While you were still healing, your ex, who you walked away still full of love, was ready to find the next person to fuck around with.

Though many of your friends suggested you to hop on the dating apps and just fuck your feelings away to those who had no strings attached, you knew you couldn't do that. You love with your whole heart. Sure you can sleep with others and enjoy the sex life with potential partners who shared your kinky fantasies, but how can you? Your relationship was full of one-sided lust that you felt like you were only good for sex.

You were healing a lot faster now that months had gone by since your breakup, but it didn't stop the thoughts of insecurity that would constantly come up every now and then. You've gone on many hangouts with friends who happened to be dating and seen just how wonderfully they treat each other and it makes you wonder... 'Will I ever get that kind of treatment?'

After your breakup, you made a vow to yourself that you would set aside as much time as you can to spend with your friends and family, the very people who supported you individually from the start and continued to even after that. Through each hangout, your best friend, Felix, was there every step of the way.

He was always there since the beginning. He was there when he warned you about your ex before you got into that relationship. He was there during your entire relationship, albeit being at a bit of a distance to respect your space and privacy with your partner. Lastly, he's there for you right now.

You had spent the whole day with him, letting the day be a normal hangout - one that allowed you two to enjoy board games with other friends before they had to go home, leaving you alone in your small apartment with Felix.

After the mutual friends had left, Felix had noticed your mood shift slightly towards the end of the game night and decided to bake you some chocolate chip cookies as a treat to cheer you up. He knew they were your favorite sweet treats after all. While he prepped the ingredients and put up a YouTube video in the background, you scrolled through your Instagram feed lazily, only to have the worst timing and notice the same girl you were warned to not worry about post about your ex yet again. Yes you were doing better in this healing process but the pain was still ever so present.

You let out an exasperated sigh as your head dropped into your folded arms against the counter, causing Felix to look up from the video and pause. "Are you alright?"

You only responded with an unhappy, muffled groan in your arms. Felix raised an eyebrow at you as his gaze shifted towards the phone in your hand. Your screen stayed stagnant on the post with your friend and your ex.

"You know, you could always remove this girl from your socials. Why don't you? It's not like you still talk to her." Felix suggested, taking your phone out of your hands and analyzing the post.

"She hasn't done anything directly to make me have a reason to cut her off... it wouldn't be right." You retorted. That thought often crossed your mind without him even mentioning it if you were being honest. It would lift a mental load on you to remove the last person who wanted to associate with your ex from your social media, but you still felt it was wrong to remove someone who never hurt you, at least with intention.

Felix scoffed. "Does it matter? She doesn't know him well enough to know what he did to you, or to anticipate what he might do to her. If it helps you in the long run, you might as well do it."

You ignored his reply, your thoughts were going elsewhere anyway. You stared into nothingness as the post's image burned into your brain, how happy the girl was to be beside the abuser. Your thoughts were going all over the place if you were being honest.

'Why do you want to associate with him? He's a horrible person! Ugh, but you don't know...'

'You don't even know how terrible he is, but I guess sometimes people only learn the hard way...'

'He literally told me not to worry about her and how he only saw her as a little sister figure but why was his hand so dangerously low in that photo...'

'Just how many lies did he feed me to keep me from trusting my gut feelings...'

'She is a pretty girl with a gorgeous figure... it's no wonder he kept his eyes on her.'

'She was the one worth driving an hour and more for without hesitation. She was the one he was willing to treat out to restaurants and gift flowers for. I was the inconvenience after all...'

Your thoughts were becoming sadder and darker as they went through each and every lie he told you. Tears began to well in your eyes until you suddenly felt your hand getting tugged, dragging you out of your thoughts and into the situation at hand. Felix started leading you towards your couch and maneuvered you into sitting onto his lap.

"Wh- Felix, what are you doing? I-I'm heavy!" You started to get embarrassed and immediately tried to lift yourself from his lap, only for him to keep you there with his arms. He kept you in a gentle yet firm embrace that prevented you from trying to escape.

"You're not even heavy, stop it." You stopped squirming and just continued to avoid his gaze. You knew if he saw the tears threatening to fall from your eyes you would hear it from him, but he surprisingly said nothing as he kept you in his arms.

He reached over to the side and grabbed a blanket nearby, drooping over his back before he took each end to make his way to wrap you in. He gently cradled your head into his neck, his head sitting softly atop yours. His other arm kept you in an unescapable hold while rubbing small circles on your back. Although you wanted to escape out of embarrassment, you didn't retaliate to his small, gentle gestures. You felt your muddy thoughts begin to clear out as Felix continued to cradle you in his arms.

"Felix... what are you doing?" You repeated with more naivety and less aggression.

"What does it look like, [Y/n]?"

Your face began to flush, but you tried your best to pay it no mind. "You don't need to do this to me, okay? I don't... I don't deserve it."

"Why do you think you don't deserve it?"

The post burned into your mind again. "Because... there are better people out there who deserve it more than I do." Like her. I'm not someone you should be doing these kinds of things to. I don't deserve it.

"Hmm... maybe you're right, but I know you deserve to feel secure and have affection too." Felix replied, adjusting slightly to turn your head to face his direction as he started brushing his fingers through your hair, pushing your loose strands away from your face to the best of his ability in your position. The gesture small yet soothing, an unfamiliar feeling that you definitely leaned into and enjoyed every minute of.

"I can't imagine what he put you through but what I can tell you is that you too are deserving of more than just being treated as an object. You're not an object, you're a human, okay? So don't ever treat yourself as anything less when you deserve more."

You felt the tears in your eyes rebuild from the ever growing happiness in your heart hearing his words, but you fought them from overflowing. You shook your head, wanting to retort more but as you opened your mouth, the words never left your throat. It felt that if you tried to counter Felix again, the tears would win over and you wouldn't be able to stop. 'I really don't...'

"[Y/n]," he softly pressed his lips against the crown of your head. "You deserve to feel loved too. You deserve to experience the joys of getting a wonderful surprise from your support system. You deserve to be invited and brought to cute and romantic dates with lots of effort. You deserve something even as simple as handholding!"

It's as if he felt your tears fall because he pulled you away from him to use his free hand to gently wipe away the tears from your eyes, not caring that they lightly stained his sleeve and shirt. He continued to brush your loose hairs away from your facial features as he made sure you kept your eyes on him. "You are loved and you will experience that love too. If you allow me, I will show you exactly how you should be treated - although, it might just be the same as what we already do."

"But... what would be the difference between the things we do now compared to the things we will do after this point?"

"Well, I guess I won't have to hold back how I feel about you. That would probably be the only difference." He said with a small chuckle. "But you don't have to worry about anything, I don't expect you to feel anything right away nor do I want you to feel rushed into deciding anything with me. I just want you to experience the love, respect, and happiness you're supposed to have."

You thought about it with a smile. Your current experience with Felix as of recently has been filled with nothing but joy and laughter. There would be times where you would vent about your healing thoughts and he would generously offer an ear and shoulder. Most of the time, however, it was genuine laughs and happiness that triggered your habit of hiccupping when you laughed too hard. Those memories you've made with him recently just made you enjoy his presence more and more. It was no lie that he made sure he always thought of your picky habits whenever others wanted to go to a restaurant, how he made your heart flutter with every smile he shone at you and every gentlemanly gesture he did in consideration of you.

It wasn't going to be an easy lesson to relearn but you knew exactly what he was trying to teach you. You don't know how to accept such kind and affectionate gestures because you were so used to bland, lustful touches. You didn't think you deserved to be treated so delicately when all you've known is how to be used and thrown to the side when the other was no longer satisfied.

It was hard, but you can feel your healing process become much easier and smoother with Felix by your side. After all, he knew you best, he witnessed you through your highs and lows to the point where he learned what ticked you off and what brought you the highest joy. He's someone who observed and applied what he learned to make sure you would be treated with the respect you deserved.

It won't be quick and it won't be easy, but one thing you know for sure is that you felt the most safe and loved with him than anyone you can ever imagine.

-End-

#tw abuse mention #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #felix x reader #felix scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x reader

[stick-ball]

saw a hc about jean moreau being hyper sexual especially post-ravens. thoughts? feelings?

thoughts AND feelings! Oh the joy of being given a chance for a hot second to discuss this. You came to the right place my love. ❤️

Trigger and age warning : rape, sex connected trauma, dissociation, psychological abuse, controlling relationships, discussion of sexual acts.

Okay so, being hyper sexual. You know who does that in the books? Andrew actually. I know some might look at me weirdly rn like, 'what the hell are you talking about, he doesn't let anyone touch him'. Yeah, that's true! But that doesnt take away from the knee jerk reaction. (I'm sorry I know this isn't exactly what you asked but I need to discuss andrew first, and that has a lot to do with jean, bear with me).

Andrew finds a partner that he can to some limit trust (leverage, deals, careful observation, "training" them to behave how he tells them) to follow his instructions, which gives him a sense of control. They can fuck, but it's him who's doing it. It's him who's touching, kissing ect. The other person, of course if they consent, get to partake but not create the experience. It's one of the very, very valid scenarios of hyper sexuality as a responce to rape. He is rewriting every poisoned nerve ending in his body. He doesn't actually get off from the sex. For his own release he needs privacy, as shown in the books. Andrew's problem can be, that due to his truly inhumane trauma he can fall into the mindset of defining his sense of self through sex. It's an action and he's a tool in this scenario. Then again, We circle back to control, which is also a key feature of his decisions and protectiveness. Taking total control of the situation which used to be utterly outside of it, with no way out of it. Rewriting it, giving the traumatic experience a positive ending, hell an ending - when, and as suddenly as he might want it to end, is the motivator here. I think what he finds satisfying in terms of sex, not control, is giving sexual consent to his partners and, which he finds just as important, them giving it to him. Because it wasn't given to him. It's a way of building trust.

The motivations sound pretty nice, even if heartbreaking, don't they? Seem uplifting? The problem is, even if in good faith, this process can be very harmful, trauma surviviors mention that (at least ones I discussed it with personally) it feels good, but in the long run it does what this type of coping mechanism always does to your brain (similiar reactions can be seen for different traumas), which is hurt it. It's a form of desensitisation that limits your brain's ability to percieve the situation. It's hard to rewrite and leads to hot and cold kind of reactions, so yeah, having a relationship with a capital R is, difficult. That's what I always understood as Nora saying they are never actually okay (andrew and neil). Or at least partly understood it as.

Okay, so this cleared a couple things up. Now JEAN. Jean and Andrew share some factors of their trauma. While not treated as such, Jean was technically fostered by the Moriyamas, and well, Andrew's experiences with being fostered are faaaaar from what it's supposed to be as well. The difference is in Andrew's situation everyone tried to pretend the horror is not happening, there must have been a lot of manipulation and coercion and just plain fucking gaslighting in these houses. Its hard to talk about but I can imagine some of these monsters wanted him to act like he is enjoying it, and thats just out if the emotional range of dealing with for anyone. Jean knew he's in a trap from day one. Moreover, when it comes to the rape's he was victim of it was ordered by Riko to be done by others. That's a different level of fucked up. What's even more important as distinction here is he stopped, when Jean stopped reacting and fighting it. Because what Riko wanted wasn't violation, that was the tool. He wanted to psychologically break him. When the fish stops flailing on the cat stops pushing it around.

And Riko was constant, his modus operandi was regular, and the psychological torture was the motivator behind most of his "conditioning" of Jean. This is a situation where the abuse has a cause for the victim. It sounds sick and I don't agree with it, but it's a game in their mind. In the books we can see that he learned how to limit the amount of attention Riko gave him and as we know he is not confrontational like Andrew with his problems. And yeah I don't mention Neil as confrontational here bcs he has conditioned himself to run from everything and say he's fine to everything so..., sometimes it erupts frk mit but that's not exactly the same, its a last resort.

Circling back, I think Jean is more likely to be sex repulsed. For him sex, which was a form of punishment, is a cause of anxiety. Sexual tension is easy to mix up with nervous tension because of a feeling of losing control of the situation. That's why if we do get romance in the new book, I am putting my money on it being very messy from his pov. The magical thing about trauma responces though, is that they're not black and white, and someone who is sex repulsed might also seek an ending to their anxieties through it. Yet, it's ts a bit of an opposite motivation to the one Andrew has. When Andrew thinks of himself as a tool, Jean is more likely to think of himself as an object. There's a difference. While Andrew wants to take control, Jean is more likely to use it as either a way to retraumatise himself - so his version of hypersexuality would include less control and more roughness and violence, actually trying to rile the partner up. It might stemm for him from low self worth or be a way of letting out his angers and frustrations. It's not that he is used to being hurt, it's that he doesn't expect anything different. I also think he is more likely to have problems with opening up in therapy. Where Andrew is active Jean is passive, and the opposite. The upside is he might actually be more likely to communicate emotionally than through rules and laws, it will take longer, but be a smoother transition, because more people understand it than Andrew's way of building relationships.

Hope this anwser satisfies you, I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away. 😅

#jean moreau hc #jean moreau #and #andrew minyard #i suppose #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #jean moreau headcanon #the sunshine court #the sunshine court hc #aftg headcanon

[stvrdrops]

who are you loyal to? ☆ | shuri x fem!reader

the ring on your finger is temporary, while shuri's claim on you is forever. some silly arrangement won't keep from her, she's just hurt you didn't tell her first.

warnings : cheating, kissing, arranged marriage

word count : 4k+

note : this is actually one of my favorite pieces i've ever written, so i hope you guys enjoy it :) also i just skimmed through it instead of proof reading so sorry if there are errors.

as your servants laced up the corset that lays under your black silky dress you couldn't help but dread the upcoming event. you'd been attending the wakandan tribe gala since you were in diapers. your mother and father ruling over the river tribe helped you get the invite after all these years.

when you were young you loved attending the gala. it was a time for you to feel accepted and welcome among the people of higher class. you could relate to the people of your tribe, but you couldn't help but feel isolated. you were the only daughter of your parents, meaning you faced the hard task of taking over for them once they passed.

attending the balls also didn't hurt because shuri had been in attendance. the princess of wakanda obviously had to be in attendance and you were happy to see her every time. when the two of you were just a few years younger you were very close. however, you mainly had to do most of your communication with her through kimoyo beads only. the only time you did get to see each other were at galas or royal meetings your parents would drag you along for. this meant this was the only time you and shuri got the chance to exercise your teenaged romance. your relationship was essentially long distance, without the distance. perhaps social distance and busy schedule distance would be a better term for it.

sneaking around the palace during the galas gave you both adrenaline. stealing kisses behind pillars and escaping the dora milaje at every corner made you somehow fall more in love with her. sometimes you two would sneak off into her lap, where no one would be due to how busy the ballroom was. she would show you all the things she made with you in mind as you sat on the table, smiling wide. you were in awe of her intelligence, while she was in awe of your beauty.

"this one i call y/n prototype number three." shuri said as she showed off a kimoyo beaded necklace, laced with vibranium diamonds. it made your eyes go wide from its beauty. she knew how much you loved jewelry. she also knew how much you liked it when she named her inventions after you.

"it matches your breathtaking beauty."

"oh shuri, stop it! you're too much of a sap." you said, smiling from ear to ear and laughing together as she hugs you.

at one point shuri had even set griot's voice to your own when she was alone in her lab. she had claimed it helped her focus, but really it was the only way she could get any real sleep.

one day she had forgotten to change the voice setting when her mother walked in. this resulted in many questions that shuri couldn't answer due to how flustered she was.

shuri was your first love, first meaningful relationship, and first sexual partner. you two were together for three years, which were some of the best in your entire life. a lot of the most important events in your life involved her.

now, this would be the first time you've seen her since your private break up. it would be the first time that you've seen her since her brother's passing. in his death he handed her the mantle of the black panther, which meant she spent less and less at home in wakanda.

it would also be the first time that you were to tell the queen, and shuri, about your soon-to-be wife. which would make your relationship with her far more public than shuri's.

an arranged marriage was very common within your tribe. your parents had been arranged and sometimes you wondered if they even truly loved one another. your heart had been with shuri, not someone random.

the breakup was caused because shuri was angry with the world. she wanted to burn it into ashes. she thought that because she had lost her brother that she had lost everyone who cared about her. her mind pushed out the thoughts of you, therefore ultimately leaving you alone to deal with your own grief as well.

it was painful knowing that she was dealing with something like this, self sabotaging herself in the process. you knew she would never be the same shuri, which only made you cry more. she was destroying herself and you could do nothing but watch.

however, almost two years had passed since then. this meant you needed to begin to move on, whether you liked it or not. you avoided seeing shuri in the media, blocking news sites and articles from popping up on your kimoyo beads that might showcase her. you refused to attend any formal events in fear that you may see her there despite her busy schedule. you became somewhat of a recluse, only letting your tribe people see you when you needed to go to the market. this ball was the only thing you couldn't get out of, and you tried ever so desperately to do so. your parents went on and on about how you need to stop avoiding the girl you were to marry. really, they had no clue that you were avoiding the girl you wanted to marry.

"they are here to escort you to the gala, y/n." your personal bodyguard spoke out. she had been a part of your tribe and was almost like an older sister to you. she was the only person who knew about the true nature of you and shuri's relationship. she was the only person who truly knew who your tears were for.

"thank you, i shall head out soon." you say to her, a smile on your face to hide the feelings you truly had. she knew it was a facade, but she admired you all the more for it. you were a strong woman, and an even stronger leader someday. she hoped that shuri would open her eyes again to you someday, but it was becoming less likely with your upcoming marriage.

she simply walks away, after giving you a nod. your face turns back to the vanity you sat at. your makeup looked beautiful and your hair was styled high on top of your head. you looked just as regal as you felt. you wondered if shuri would feel the same if your eyes met hers tonight.

"ah, my sweet daughter has finally decided to join society after all this time." your father says jokingly as you bow before the queen. everyone had to do so whenever they entered the gala. you did so, as the princess stood right beside her.

you refused to make eye contact, placing your gaze at anything but her. yet, out of the corner of your eye you couldn't help but watch her.

she had looked older, more mature. perhaps aged by her grief. she no longer wore her signature braids, instead opting for a curly top and a fade all the way around. her jawline no longer seemed childish and her body had been much more toned than before. she wore a dress of her own, it was long and somewhat boxy. it made her look tall and elegant. you curse bast for making her so much more attractive, therefore making her harder to resist.

shuri had been fighting the urge to look at you as well. it proved hard for her, because although she would not admit her cruelty she knew she messed up with you. while you actively went to of your way to avoid shuri, she kept up with you. she watched you in the market when you traveled through. she kept up with your charity work in america at the centers her brother had created before his passing. she thought she knew everything there was to know about you, not being able to let go after all this time.

"i hear we have an engagement on our hands?" queen ramonda asks, causing you to push out a fake smile. shuri can't help but look in your direction now, with her eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. this couldn't be true, how did she not know? she prayed to bast that you would correct her mother.

"yes. i am to be married."

"to who?" shuri bursts out, her voice cracking a little as she speaks. the outburst causes you to finally look directly at her. your heart skips a beat, and she can sense it. most of all, she can see it, the pain hidden deep within your face when she looks at you. a pain that she caused, and she knows it too. her nose twitched at the realization.

your parents speak for you, considering you're far too choked up. "to make, she also from the river tribe. we thought it best to find someone from within our tribe for her."

"oh, how wonderful-" the queen begins to say, before being cut off by her daughter.

"this was arranged?" she looks bewildered and upset all at once. her voice had arguably raised an entire level and some people even began to look towards her. "do you people not even care if your daughter loves her?"

your mother scoffs as you stand there, stuck in your own embarrassment and surprise.

"shuri! know your place. do not ask such questions!" the queen says, quickly correcting her daughter's unruliness.

"i am sorry mother." she mumbles out, never once taking her eyes off of you.

"do not apologize to me. apologize to y/n and her parents."

in your mind there was nothing to apologize for. shuri had spoken out against something that both you and her knew was wrong. she knew how you felt about arranged marriages. you often expressed your fear to her that your parents would set you up in a loveless marriage someday. she would reassure you, saying that would never happen seeing as how she wouldn't allow it. besides, there would be no worry as long as you two were together. however, now you aren't together. now you were engaged and it was not to her.

"i am sorry elders." she speaks, and then looks at you. "i am sorry y/n."

it felt like her saying sorry for so much more than this outburst.

"apology accepted." your father states, not wanting to dwell on the matter more than you already had. your mother has an angry look on her face, still not taking the apology sincere.

"if you will excuse me, queen mother, i must be seeing my fiancée."

she simply nods her head, "i hope to speak with you about this exciting news later."

"of course." you say before walking off into the crowd of people.

"please excuse me as well." shuri says shortly after you walk off. she only heads off into your direction once her mother sways her away with a hand motion.

"y/n!" your fiancée calls over to you from the bar. her hand is in the air, showing her magnificent diamond on her ring finger. it was the most expensive your parents could get.

"makeya, my love. how are you tonight?" you ask her as you sit next to her in one of the empty chairs. it didn't feel right calling her that nickname, considering you did not truly love her. you loved her as a person. she was kind, beautiful, and ever so considerate of your feelings. had it been another universe you would've loved to be her person. however, you weren't and it felt so wrong to string her along. it wasn't like she had much choice in this situation either, although she seemed quite happy about it.

"i've never been able to attend one of these balls before. i always watched the lavish women enter from afar. i never imagined i'd get the chance to attend!"

for you, this was just a regular day out of the year.

"i'm glad i've been able to give you this experience." the bother in your voice is obvious. you don't even bother to hide it, knowing that you wouldn't be able to.

"is something the matter?"

"not particularly."

"ah, i know what is."

you raise your head, "you do?"

she laughs, "yes, you are probably just too used to these sorts of settings. they are not fun for you anymore."

"oh," you say, a little disappointed she hadn't guessed correctly and called of the engagement right then and there. "sure, that's it."

"y/n?" a familiar voice calls out to you. you would've liked to say you turned slowly to face her, when really it was the exact opposite. it was as if you were desperate for her to call out to you and you jolted up. your posture changed and your eyes widened as you looked at her. your lips went dry despite the gloss and air was caught in your throat. for some reason it felt like you were caught cheating.

"princess shuri?" makeya can't help but ask, the fingerling in her voice is hard to contain.

shuri laughs, and it sends shivers down your spine. the princess watches as the hairs on your arms stand. she was eye-fucking you, and you knew it. yet, it wasn't like you were exactly begging her to stop.

"we should go elsewhere makeya."

"and leave so soon?" shuri questions, making you scowl at her.

"not leaving entirely, just leaving the area."

"oh, y/n. don't be like that when i'm trying to know your future wife."

makeya giggles, not intuitive enough to see what's going on. how she is ignoring the tension between you and shuri is unbeknownst.

"i would love for you to get to know me! i know that you and y/n were close friends once, but she would never give any exact details!"

"oh?" shuri looks from makeya and back to you, "i have many details about y/n. such as one about the star tattoo on her lower hip. you see-"

"enough." you hiss out to the panther, grabbing her arm. "makeya, please excuse us."

you don't bother looking back to see your fiancée as you began dragging shuri out of the ballroom. some eyes fall onto the both of you as you push past the crowd. shuri had a wide smile on her face, knowing she got under your skin. your anger only grew when you realized this was her intention all along.

you don't even realize you feet are taking you to the lab until you reach the smart doors. perhaps it was muscle memory that this is where you decided to take her. if you were being honest, it only made you more angry.

"griot, open." you speak to the ai, assuming that shuri never deleted your voice activations. just as you thought, the doors opened without a second thought.

with your strength you pull her body in front of yours once you're alone in the room.

"what the hell are you doing?"

she scoffs, "that's a question i should be asking you. since when do you feel the need to not tell me you're getting married?"

"it's none of your concern who i am with. you are the the one shut me out! she let me in after you broke my heart."

"i'm assuming pretty easily too." shuri rolls her eyes.

you don't know what exactly you've done until you hear the sound of skin connecting, until you see shuri touching the red mark on her cheek, until you see how wide her eyes are. you don't even notice the tears in your eyes until you feel one rolling down your face. no apology for slapping her comes to your mouth. you can't find it within yourself to apologize. you were hurt by her. hell, you were still hurting because of her. she had lost her brother and you were sympathetic to that. why did she want to lose you as well? that part confused you deeply.

"how dare you?" you ask, your voice breaking. "how dare you start acting like you give a damn about me now? would you have even cared if i wasn't engaged?"

shuri stays silent, fingers still touching her own cheek.

"that's what i thought. you are jealous that i'm happy. you're upset i didn't stick around to put up with your bullshit."

"it is not bullshit. i was grieving."

"we were all grieving shuri, so i understand that. but are you really going to use that as your excuse for pushing me out and then never letting me back in? if so, it's a cheap fucking cop out."

"it was never my intention to fully push you out. i thought i was doing you a favor!"

now it was your turn to laugh, "a favor? you thought that me losing the love of my life would a favor?"

"love of your life?"

you grind your teeth, not wanting to answer that question. her eyes are searching for it, that much you can tell as she looks right through you. your lip trembles as you fight back more tears. this was not the conversation you wanted to have tonight.

"i got scared." shuri begins to say after realizing you weren't going to answer. "i got scared that i would lose you completely, like t'challa. i know you have certain rolls to uphold within the river tribe. i didn't know if i could be that woman for you anymore, living in constant fear that you'd be the one i'd lose next. you deserved to be happy, so i thought that was the only way. i didn't know that it would do the opposite of making you happy."

"you're selfish for not asking me about how i felt. all i ever did was ask how you were doing."

"i won't say that i'm not selfish. i am. i'm being selfish even now about wanting you all to myself. i pushed a lot of people out when my brother died, including my mother. i made amends with her but i never knew how to go about reconciliation with you. now it's too late. you have no idea how many nights i've laid awake sleepless wondering about you."

"then give me an idea." you say, staring deep into her eyes.

"when i realized just how much pushing i'd really done i knew i could never get you back. i had countless nightmares replaying our breakup in my mind. i thought that putting myself into my work would take my mind off of you but it only made it worse. my designs went back to being centered about you. my coworkers knew i was unable to focus on my work. i grew irritated with everything and everyone. i kept tabs on you, but obviously not well enough."

it hurt your heart to know this was how shuri was feeling. however, you knew deep down that you couldn't settle for this. would you have ever gotten this apology from her had you not been engaged?

"i'm telling you this now because i don't want you think i don't love you. i wasn't sure if i could find the courage to admit my mistakes until now." she says, as if she's heard your thoughts. your eyes can't help but go wide. this was the push that shuri desperately needed.

"what did you expect to get out of this?"

"do you love her?" she interjects, not even bothering to answer your question.

"fuck you, shuri."

"fine, then let me ask you this." she says, stepping close to you.

you just keep looking right at her, challenging her with your stance. the feeling of her breathing on your skin makes you shiver.

"who are you loyal to?" shuri asks, gazing into your eyes. she's searching for an answer that she knows she won't get.

"my country, my family, and my people. as every great leader is. you should know this better than anyone." you say back, glaring into her deep brown eyes. you knew she was testing you.

"ah, but not your soon to be wife."

"i am loyal to her especially."

shuri chuckles, "but here you are with me. you're a liar."

you cock your head, smiling at her, "she fucks good." you knew this was a lie. makeya had never even touched your boob without a bra over it.

"oh please," shuri rolls her eyes, "i saw the look on her face when i mentioned your tattoo. she didn't even know it existed."

you grind your teeth together. of course your fiancée didn't know you had that tattoo. you two hadn't actually gotten that intimate yet, knowing you weren't ready for something like that after shuri. even more ironic, it was a tattoo that shuri had given you herself after a drunken night. it was a panther paw. corny, you know. however, it signified that shuri laid her claim on you. which was highly efficient considering every time you stared at yourself in the mirror you would envision her behind you.

"yeah, nothing to say now." shuri says, now even closer to your body. your noses are almost touching and your chests can't help but smush up against each other. her hand makes its way to your face, caressing it softly. "that's cause you're loyal to your princess. not whoever that woman is. i know you're angry and i can't express how sorry i am. however, i will not let you marry her. i will go out there right now and tell them all that i'm marrying you if that is what it takes."

"do it then." you say, offering her a challenge that you don't know she'd actually take. you weren't thinking about how much it may hurt your supposed lover. you weren't thinking about how much it would hurt your mother and father. you knew how hurt you were by shuri, but she was the kind of drug that was the hardest to quit.

you can feel her free hand slipping off the engagement ring you sported on your finger. her eyes never break away from yours as she tries to read the emotion spreading across your face. for some reason, you can't make her stop from throwing your ring across the lab.

then she kisses you. it was nothing like you've ever experienced before. it was better than any first kiss you had with her. it was as if all this wanting built up to a point of no return as her hands found your hips. as she lifted you up onto the table she wasn't thinking about makeya. she was thinking about how you were hers and always would be. her panther powers kicked in as she gripped your thighs, trialing her kisses all the way down your neck.

she smiled in between kisses and sucking as she listened to the moans that escaped your mouth. they sounded like a symphony as they came one after the other. this was what you ached and dreamed for, and damn did it feel good.

"who are you loyal to?" shuri asks again, sounding breathless.

"you.." you moan out, trying to maintain your composure.

"good." shuri states, and then pulls away from you.

"where are you going?" you can't help but ask as you watch her walk towards the exit of the door.

"to tell them you're getting married."

"they already know that shuri!" you exclaim as you fix the straps on your dress and fix your hair she had begun to mess up.

"oh i know. but i am going to tell them you're marrying me instead."

shuri had officially lost it. you attempted to catch up with her as she moved through the halls, but her panther powers made her walk so much faster than you when she was trying. you pleaded with her to not do this, knowing the outcome. the elders would never allow it and you would crush makeya in the same sitting.

yet, you couldn't help but smile at the idea. shuri finally showing the effort you've always wanted from her. your heart ached for this and your dreams were becoming a reality in ways you could never imagine.

shuri was going to marry you, whether the elders approved or not.

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Karma (Part 2 of It’s Over Now): Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Please Note: No hate to Nicole, I just wanted to use her for my imagine since they were together.

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It has been a few years now since Lewis and Y/n have separated, and to be honest, he isn't enjoying himself the way he expected. After Y/n departure, he started spiralling downwards as he started having sleepless nights, he found himself always upset or anxious for no reason, he kept forgetting things, in the long run found himself going bald on the head and the cherry on top being his toxic yet loving relationship with his partner Nicole.

Lewis and Nicole were portrayed to be the loving and supportive couple in public, but no one knew what was actually happening behind closed doors. They argued on a daily basis as for the simplest of things and disagreed on everything the other person would suggest. One of the most common arguments that happens every time the house is being cleaned, is that Lewis should remove the picture on the walls that portrayed him and widely smiling Y/n in each one.

Surprisingly going a couple of months later, Nicole though that it was time for them to conceive yet Lewis objected due to his job, then a couple of years later when Lewis finally was ready, she declined because of her schedule but then decided she was ready again a couple years later. Lewis this time, had thought it through naturally and decided to decline and wait until after his retirement and that broke the dam. Nicole became so pissed that she was unaware of what she was saying and ended up revealing that she had been cheating for years, the quote "And yet you wonder why I'm cheating?! At least he sees me and my needs unlike you who acts like a fucking child and runs from maturity!" she screamed at him before stopping in her tracks at the realisation of what she said. From that day forward in 2015, Lewis cut ties with the older woman completely and only interacted by social media.

Now, it is the year 2021 and Lewis had just lost his seventh world championship after an unfair ruling by the FIA as the win went to Max Verstappen. He hung his head in defeat and shame that he was unable to do the one thing he craved, and that was to win the eight-world championship in honour of his dear Y/n. Now he sulks around his parents' house during the winter break, spiralling down into a somewhat depressive state.

Lewis' father seeing this, decided to call someone he knew would cheer him up. Anthony took his wife and ex-wife out to sea with him for some fresh air while Lewis was left home alone sulking on the sofa, until he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Getting up and slowly making his way towards the door, he opened it to find the last person he expected to ever make an appearance in his life again.

Y/n shuffled nervously from one foot to the other as she waited for Lewis to say something. "Hi Y/n! what are you doing here?!" he tried to sound cheery but failed as his voice cracked and the tears started flowing again; he dropped his head in shame for crying in front of her again. Y/n said nothing as she stepped into the house, hugging him to her chest and closing the door before leading him to back to his seat when he was somewhat calmed. "Someone called me. I had watched the race that evening, cheering you on and I know that what they did was very unfair, however I didn't know it would have brought you this low. I know it's hard to come to terms with what happened and that it hurts really bad, but you shouldn't let it eat you up, you did all you could, and they purposefully took your reward away from you; this way you should always remember that you didn't lose it by faith, it was out of spite." Y/n encouraged him as he had finally finished crying his heart out and was now slowly falling asleep to her voice yet woke up when she stopped speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the wrongs I've done to you and for making you feel pain you didn't deserve. I honestly didn't know what was going on in my head when I cheated, I guess I let the attention get to me and I used it to my advantage in the wrong way. I'm honestly thinking of retiring, I can't face anything right now, don't even know how I manage to speak to you without shame." Lewis vented as Y/n listened quietly while detangling his hair that she had been pulling out as she noticed it hasn't been washed.

"You're perfectly fine Lew" Y/n called him by the nickname she gave him. "You are a man confessing to his crimes and speaking of his fears, and I respect you for that." she calmed his racing heart. Lewis turned in her lap to look into her eyes, finding the love she always wore on her sleeves for him also shining though her eyes as she rubbed his bearded cheeks. "Do you think you could ever forgive me for what I've done to you? Do you think that I should retire? Aren't I too old for it anyways?" He sulked, feeling disappointed in himself.

"No, you will not retire, and I will make sure of it. You are just as strong if not stronger than every single one of your coworkers. You work really hard for what you've achieved and so I will not allow you to quit just because of one malfunction. As for the previous question, I've forgiven you years ago. I understand that at the time you were just getting into the crowd and wanted to see what it was like, yet I know that you've learnt your lesson and no longer fancy that type of stuff. If you are thinking about asking for another chance, the only reason that you are getting it is because your parents pleaded with. Now let's go get you in the shower and I'll clean up your mess of a room." Y/n said as she led their way up the stairs.

Lewis had showered and y/n washed his hair, she then made wait in the bathroom while she cleaned his room, she then went to make him a meal. After eating, they cuddled together, Lewis falling asleep to the rhythm of Y/n heart while she fell asleep knowing that he was already healing. Lewis' parents and stepparents came home to find the two sleeping in perfect harmony, and smiled as their boy was finally well once again.

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Merle X Reader HC/Fic

Sooo... I might have a thing for the Dixon boys lol.... Here are some HCs for Merle. Next in this series will be either Negan or Rick <3

Merle didn't do relationships... he normally did flings. Hot, steamy, one night stands that meant nothing to either partner. That took no emotional effort at all on his part.

Merle didn't normally do emotions. Emotions were messy. Emotions got him hurt. His emotional bandwidth was taken up by family. Or what was left of it anyway...

But then he met you... when his normal coping mechanisms of harsh comedy and pulling away didn't work on you and you only drew closer to the crass man only wishing to know him further... Merle started to become intrigued with you and these new feelings bubbling up in him. Although he wouldn't dare label the emotions as anything more than curiosity. You would say you and Merle had become thick as thieves.

He brought you home to meet his brother. Something he often did with some of his long term flings but something was special about you. Something different. He hadn't fucked you... as a matter of fact he didn't really want to or feel a need to... he just wanted to keep you close. Watch you hang out with Daryl in their little trailer and watch a shitty movie with an arm around your shoulder... if you let him. It was a weird feeling that pissed him off slightly. He knew your body was fucking smoking hot. He knew he should be simply banging you silly in his room, listening to this movie in the background, before moving on with his life. Not dwelling on whatever the fuck this new feeling was. But as you laughed at the movie, handing the popcorn to Daryl and leaning into his own side more, sharing a joke Merle knew would soon become an inside joke between the two of you, treating the younger Dixon as an equal instead of a pest or a nuisance who didn't belong in his own home like so many of his partners had before... it peaked his interest to peer deeper into those unknown emotions he was experiencing.

Taking you out to go hunting was just one way Merle showed his... interest in you. It was his way of showing off his skills in the sport as well as teaching you vital skills he learned in his life. Skills he hoped you'd never have to use. Skills he could never know would end up saving not only your life but the lives of many in the future. Merle saved for weeks at his shitty dead end job (dealing wasn't always what it was cracked up to be) to pay for all three of your hunting licenses (just cause he lived life in the fast lane didn't mean he always felt the need to skirt the law... didn't help he used a fake ID to get the damned things though) and everything you'd need to go in the coming weeks. If there was anything he could pride himself in it was semi-legally bringing food to the table.

Inviting you over the night before he let you take his own bed and to the amazement of Daryl he took the couch. Merle had claimed it was so that when he got up to get ready he wouldn't wake you, but in the morning when he woke up at the ungodly hour before the sun rose to find you already awake, completely dressed and brewing coffee, Merle was damned tempted to call off the hunt to spend the day at home hunting you. But Daryl coming out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a tired far away look in his eye reminded him he had a duty to get meat for harsh winter ahead.

However Merle never had the patience to hunt normally... So he brought along entertainment and some accelerators that made the hunt go by faster and in his favor. Leading you through the woods the two of you walked silently saying a quick good luck to Daryl as he took off on his own. Merle knew his brother always did do better on his own and would probably out hunt you both, his proclivity to hunt from the break of dawn until the sunset baffled Merle. Settling you down in a small grove of oak trees Merle wrapped an arm around your waist pointing in the direction the deer would appear if he scouted right. The sun slowly rose into the sky turning it a deep red before it ascended into the sky. The cool fall morning never warmed above chilling and the eldest Dixon knew the deer were bedding down to keep warm. Pulling you to your feet Merle walked with you. He had bought cherry bombs from one of the dealers he associated himself with for a case such as this. Using a slingshot and a lit cigarette he shot them into the thick brush when he got bored. Laughing as they exploded spraying twigs and dirt into the air. He'd deal with the aftermath of Daryl's anger later when they got home... but for now he let the beaming smile on your face drive him. Handing the slingshot to you, he pointed to a different spot in the brush, lighting the bomb with the end of his cigarette. Thunk... BOOM. You both laughed as more dirt flew and several deer jumped from the brush. They each darted in several directions and before Merle could pull his gun up to take a good shot; a gun beside him went off. It was the first deer you ever bagged.

As time went on Merle started bringing you with him nearly everywhere. To the grocery store. To the gas station. But mostly to the bar. You didn't seem to drink that much. If you did drink it was only a few before you limited yourself. Merle never had that kind of restraint. He over indulged. He always did. He was loud, crass, and could be mean as a rattle snake when he drank. More so than normal. It seemed to only be exasperated when he was under the influence. But you never seemed to notice or care. Still connected to his hip all through the night. Laughing at his shitty jokes. Correcting his over crass behavior when he got too rowdy. Keeping him from getting himself killed by sneakily limiting his drinks through the night. Or simply diluting them with water or seltzer.

You truly were his angel.

When some guy with a death wish decided he wanted to try and force his way between you two. “Damn, girl. You got a nice ass.” The jackass growled shoving himself between you and the eldest Dixon. If you hadn’t given Merle a talk before you both left the house he might have killed the guy already. But you promised him you’d do your best to handle it and would flag him if you needed. So with all the strength Merle had in his his drunken body. He walked over to join his brother glaring holes into the back of the asshole’s skull who swayed drunkenly trying to whoo you off your feet. “Surprised you haven’t laid ‘im out yet.” Daryl drawled following Merle’s gaze, glaring daggers at the jackass. “Seen ya lay guys out fer less before.” He hummed taking a sip of the beer he’d been nursing through most of the night. Watching as you shook you head politely at the man’s advances, turning to the bar and drinking down your liquor uncomfortably Merle simply hummed. “Said I’d stay back this time. But if he lays a hand on her it’s fair game, little brother.” Merle growled shooting Daryl a look that spoke volumes. Merle watched as you moved your body further away from the man as he stepped a little closer keeping your arms tucked tight around your middle to keep from accidentally bumping into him. Merle watched as you shook your head again standing slowly and shaking your hand. But that’s when the asshole turned into enemy number one. The dick bag had the fucking gull. The sheer audacity to grab you by the wrist, shoving you into the bar, caging you there with his body. He stood over you stumbling only slightly as you shoved against him with all your strength. Merle didn’t have to say a word when Daryl sat his beer down, knowing exactly what was coming next following him willing across the country bar. Merle grabbed the bastard by the ear, dragging him out into the alley between the bar and the abandoned building beside it. Together he and Daryl made the fucker regret the day he was born.

The day the world fell into chaos Merle hadn't believed it at first. What a sick joke. Human beings returning from the dead. Human beings eating each other. The world falling apart. You had come over early in the morning before work. Cuddling up to Merle he somehow convinced you to stay home, call off. Even if he didn't believe the shit himself. He just had a... feeling. Now he was glad he had it. Daryl had been up on the mountain hunting. Watching as camera men risked life and limb to get closer to the action you both speculated it was only in the cities... and it was... at first. Then you heard the gunshots next door. And Merle's military training went into overdrive. Grabbing dusty duffle bag after dusty duffle bag of supplies he had stashed around the house Merle tied them tight to his bike.

It took three days for you and Merle to find Daryl out in the woods. Luckily for you both the geeks had just as much of a hard time. There were no biters out in the middle of no where. And if Merle had thought that an emergency would have lasted more than a week for three people, he would have packed more water. But he didn't and with the biters carrying some sort of disease. Merle didn't want to risk catching it in the water.

The three of you raided houses and small groups for a time. Daryl hated it. That much was evident. You hated it more. You had grown silent. distant. Though Merle couldn't tell if it was because of hunger or regret that had you pulling away. But he tried not to think about it. He just tried to focus on the survival of all of you.

When you all made it to the Quarry, Merle had origianlly wanted to raid it like the others and dip. But the kids... You and Daryl wouldn't let him. And so there he sat, a week later. Wittling a damned fishing rod for some broad he didn't know so she and her sister could go try and fish... Useless. Meanwhile you were being hounded by the big headed prick Shane. Every time he turned around he was nosing around you. If it were any time before three weeks ago he would have laid Shane out flat and thought nothing about it... But now... he had to act right... or Shane would kick them out... not that he would give a shit... but You were right. Even if he hated it. There was a safety in numbers.

Unfortunately... Merle could never keep his anger in check nor his mouth shut for long. The combination always seemed to get him in trouble. With the law - he was arrested more times than he could count and with more prison time than he probably deserved but let go because a fantastic lawyer. With ex-partners- he always said shit he would regret- it cost him a relationship with one of his maybe kids... he really should have looked into that before the end of the world... But now he was handcuffed to a roof. no hope to see you again ever again. All because his big mouth and bigger ego.

Finding the graves at the Quarry was the hardest thing he ever had to go through beyond war. Digging them up with one hand in the wet muddy ground coming down off of all his drugs to be certain none of them held you or Daryl... was his coming to religion moment.

The entire time he worked for the Governor Merle searched for you and Daryl. If Daryl had you he knew you were safe. Not that he doubted you. Merle trusted that you were out there somewhere now throwing cherry bombs into the woods to scare the deer into coming out for Daryl.

Walking in the woods one night on patrol Merle counted the stars. The moon. He never really looked at them before. You had tried once to show him the constellations. Where they all where at different times. Stars were your thing. Not his. He pretended to be interested. But you could tell he wasn't interested. He wished he could give you the time now.

Months into his service to Woodbury he was out doing the Governor's bidding. There had been a disturbance at the line apparently. He was deployed to deal with it. He hated his job but... it made the time pass. Better than in a jail cell he supposed... Searching under cars and in broken grocery store windows he disposed of a few walkers before watching a shadow scurry across the dusty glass of a hardware store window. "If yer looking to get a weapon yer out a luck... but if ya need a tool-" He froze. You stood in the glass staring back at him fear washed over your face before you ran to hide behind some shelves. Had you not seen him? Not recognized his voice?! Or maybe he was hallucinating again... it seemed to be a theme recently. He was seeing your face everywhere. Even in the paintings that Phillip had hanging in the halls. Walking into the store Merle growled rounding the aisles looking for you. This was ridiculous why- Oh... it was just a teen... Letting her slip past him he sighed pretending not to see them at all just willing to tell the teams that they were seeing shit again.

The trek to the prison felt like walking into death row. From one prison into another Merle thought walking beside Daryl. He didn't dare ask about you. Though the question burned in his mind so brightly that he nearly screamed it several times. It wasn't the time... wasn't the place. Not after the things Daryl had seen. Not after the changes he'd made. He wasn't the same Daryl that Merle left behind. More mature. Decisive. It was good to see in a way. It brough Pride to his chest in way that made him want to smile. It also brought tears in a painful way that made him want to scream and cry out for the time he lost. When the gates opened and only hostility came... you never did Merle looked desperately to Daryl who only could look to the ground. "Went out lookin' for ya." Merle shook his head turning towards the gate. "Merle." Daryl yelled. "I... I'll take ya too 'em." Daryl sighed looking very much like the boy Merle remembered. Leading Merle to a group of graves only marked with crosses not in a dissimilar way that the group at the Quarry used Daryl stopped. Feeling bile rise to the top of his throat at the sick feeling of Deja vu Merle shook his head. "Went out lookin' for ya every day... one day... didn't come back so I went lookin'..." Daryl sniffed gesturing to a cross with your name. "Found 'em turned and wandering back by Woodbury... not sure what happened... but we have our ideas."

Merle lived day by day and in a daze from then on. He lived for Daryl. Had to keep him safe. Like he always did. but it was different. Without you there to light up his life he was just existing waiting for what he couldn't put a name to it. So when the governor wanted to meet. A trade. Merle knew what he had to do. You died near Woodbury. The Governor knew... now... he would pay... he would know not to fuck with Rick... He'd stay the fuck away from Daryl and he'd regret ever letting you die on his land.

Impulsive. Merle had always been impulsive. and it always got him in trouble... but this time as his vison faded to black and a light shined in his eyes he was sure was the sun... he heard your voice... and he smiled.

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Garreth Weasley ABCs

Just some Headcanons for our favourite Weasley 🧡

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s a big, playful teddy bear. Having grown up in a large, loving family, Garreth is fond of giving and receiving hugs, ruffling hair, pulling your cloak over your head, and booping your nose. He loves to sneak up behind you and cover your eyes, shouting “guess who?” in a variety of comedic voices which you suppose are meant to be impressions of your classmates. He can be softer when he’s not showing off for everyone, taking your hand gently and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. He’ll sit behind you and rub your shoulders, and he’s very good at it. He likes to sit behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your middle, and just sit quietly for a while as you read to him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The best way to ingratiate yourself to Garreth is to go along with his schemes. You’ll be well rewarded for it, and he’ll be a true friend. He’s carefree and cheerful, and this is reflected in his attitude to his friends. He’s quite open-minded, and having grown up in such a large family, he’s rarely affected by negative words from others, unless they’re from someone he cares about. He’s unafraid of bending the rules and enjoys causing mischief, but never so much that it would hurt anyone else. That being said, he can struggle with more serious topics, preferring to try to lighten the mood and cheer you up, when all you really need is a shoulder to cry on. Tell him this, and he’ll do his best to give you what you need, even if it takes a few tries to be serious.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s a big snuggler. No matter if he’s big spoon or little spoon, his arms are going to engulf you and he’s going to nuzzle his face into the closest crevasse he can, whether it’s your chest, under your arm, in between your shoulder and neck, or the back of your knee. It sometimes seems like he’s actually trying to absorb you, and holy shit does it make you feel safe.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s used to household chores, having had to do his fair share at home. He might not enjoy it, but he does a thorough job when he’s cleaning. He’s a fair cook, but he keeps his meals simple and quick, preferring to save his experimentation for the cauldron.

Garreth would love to settle down one day with someone special, and yes, he wants a big, happy family. He’d be a devoted husband and playful father. Any mischief the kids get up to, you can guarantee that Garreth not only knew about it, but encouraged it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Garreth would make every conceivable effort to save his relationship with you. Long talks, gestures of affection, gifts, promises to help you through whatever it is that’s causing the rift, promising to change if that’s what’s needed, even couple’s therapy. But there are some things he can’t forgive. Cheating, he could perhaps understand, and he’d work to be better, though his trust would be broken. Coldness and distance would make him want to find out why and help you. Aggression or violence would not be tolerated. Any harm towards his children, and you’re gone. He’d sit you down and tell you in no uncertain terms that it’s over, that he’s sorry he couldn’t be better, but this is his decision, and it’s final.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married? How would they propose?)

Garreth could be a bit of a playboy in his youth, dating all and sundry, enjoying the experiences of being with multiple people. But he would want to settle down sometime in his mid-twenties, or perhaps even before, if he meets the right person. He’d absolutely want to get married, and his proposal would be in his typical, playful style. He’d want to get his friends involved, and would probably make a show of it. He might even sing and dance for you before getting down on one knee.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Garreth can be a bit clumsy, both physically and emotionally. He doesn’t mean to be, he’s just enthusiastic, and it’s quite adorable really. If he’s got something big to talk about, he’ll be uncharacteristically soft and gentle.

His hugs and cuddles are like being caught by a bear, very tight and difficult to get out of, not that you’d want to. With his height and frame, you always feel secure when he hugs you, even if he does tend to jerk you right off your feet sometimes. He tends to drag you around by the hand, arm or waist, not because he’s being disrespectful, but again, because he’s enthusiastic, and sometimes forgets his own strength.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s a big hugger. He’ll come at you, arms wide, and sweep you in, crushing you to his chest. His one-armed hugs from the side are the same – he scoops you in and jostles you about a bit.

He can be tender, if the situation calls for it. Those hugs are where he really shines, holding you so gently, but so safely, his hand on the back of your head, his other arm around your back, enveloping you like a blanket. Honestly, he gives the best hugs.

I = Intimacy (How do they like to be intimate? Any preferences/kinks?)

Garreth is an enthusiastic lover, and he makes every effort to see you finish before he does, even if he’s not always able. He’s simply enamoured by you, and can’t help but lose himself when he’s with you. If he does finish first, he won’t stop until you do.

He’s open to experimenting and is up for pretty much anything, at least once. “Don’t knock it till you try it” seems to be his motto, but he will respect any and all of your boundaries if you make him aware of them.

His pullout game is horrendous. He can’t help himself.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Much as he hates to admit it, he does get jealous easily, particularly around those he feels have something he doesn’t, whether it’s money, status, a certain kind of charm, or confidence. He’s fairly secure in himself for the most part, but he’s aware of his shortcomings. If he was feeling jealous, he’d make an effort to mark his territory by planting a deliberate kiss on your head or cheek, or taking your hand, or even wrapping his arms around you and leaning on you. If the others don’t get the hint, he’d try and distract you and lead you away. If that fails, he’s just going to pick you up and walk off with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Enthusiastic, wet, lots of tongue. He’s going to kiss you every chance he gets, and he’ll kiss you everywhere. He particularly likes nibbling your ear before kissing down your neck to your collarbone, teasing you until you pull him up to kiss him properly. He loves winding you up like that. He particularly loves receiving little forehead kisses when he’s resting next to you, they always make him feel loved.

L = Love (When do they say ‘I love you?’ How are they as a romantic partner?)

Considering his enthusiasm, Garreth would actually be very shy about saying “I love you” for the first time. If he does say it first, it’ll likely be something he builds up to deliberately, worrying about how you’re going to take it. If you say it first, he’ll be relieved, and say it frequently afterwards.

Garreth is a fun romantic partner, his cheer and bright attitude meaning time spent with him is never dull. He always wants to try new things, see new places, and make games out of the things you do. He’s very high-energy, and this can be exhausting for a more laid-back partner. He doesn’t mind putting the effort in to dates and fun things to do, but he can feel a little used or morose if this effort isn’t reciprocated or appreciated.

He’s very loving and attentive to your needs, and he’s not afraid to ask for what he wants in return. He makes a lot of effort in all his actions with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

While Garreth enjoys lie-ins, he’s used to a routine and typically rises the same time each day. He’ll typically want breakfast in his pyjamas before he has his shower and gets ready for the day – surprising him with breakfast in bed is one of his favourite things for you to do, and he’ll do it for you a lot, especially if you’ve been feeling a bit down.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Being the high-energy chap that he is, Garreth typically likes to get an early night. This is even better for him if it means he can get in an intimate session with you before settling down to sleep. He doesn’t like to be up much later than ten or eleven in the evening, but will stay up with you if you’ve both planned something, like a late-night picnic under the stars.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Garreth is an open book. If you want to know, ask. He loves talking about his family, his friends, his classes, his professors, his misadventures, all of it. He’s a bit of a gossip, but he knows how to keep a secret. He has a tendency to overshare, but only if it’s about him. He’d never presume to talk about yours or a friend’s secrets without explicit permission.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Chill is his middle name. He usually brushes off things that would annoy or upset most people, the rows he’s had with his huge family have given him a thick skin, and the love from that same family makes him cheerful. He tends to respond with a joke or a quip.

It takes quite a lot to get under his skin, whether it’s constant needling or something large enough to piss him off, and that’s when the grizzly bear comes out. He’ll roar, shout, get all up in their face, and he may even start swinging, depending on how badly he’s been angered (though he wouldn’t ever get violent with you). If he has a fight with a friend, a quick muggle or magic duel will typically resolve everything, and he’s besties with them again, laughing and joking as they patch each other up.

He’s not one to hold grudges, and tends to “live and let live” unless someone’s upset you. That’s when he makes an effort to slip the offender one of his more brilliant potion experiments.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Garreth isn’t necessarily forgetful, but he’s not got the greatest attention span, and can easily get distracted. He will forget birthdays (he’s got a lot to keep track of with his family) but if he knows when your birthday is, he’ll write himself little reminders to make sure he remembers. Whether he remembers to look at the reminders is another matter. If he does forget, he’ll be deeply apologetic and will try to make it up to you in any way he can.

He does remember little things, like your favourite ice cream flavour, your favourite colour, or completely random conversations you had with him years and years ago that you may have forgotten.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

If he had to pick, it’d be the first time you danced together. He’s got two left feet for anything fancy, but he’s always going to remember exactly how you looked, how you had your hair, any jewellery you wore, and the way you felt pressed up against him as you waltzed clumsily around. He didn’t care that he was getting the steps wrong and out of time. He didn’t care that people were laughing. He only cared that he was with you, and you were smiling at him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Considering how easy-going Garreth is, he’s not overly protective. He knows you like to go out and occasionally get yourself into trouble, but he trusts wholeheartedly that you know what you’re doing, and would never presume to try and dampen your adventurous spirit. That being said, he does worry about you, and will fuss over you when you return from an adventure until he’s satisfied that you’re alright. If you’re injured, he’s going to insist he cares for you until you’re all better, even if it’s just a papercut.

If you’re protective of him, he’s gobsmacked. He’s never had anyone stand up for him before, much less protect him, and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He might even pretend to be in peril just so you’ll jump in and ‘rescue’ him. He adores meaning so much to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A surprising amount of effort goes into Garreth’s plans. He is full of ideas for dates and anniversaries, and he wants them to be as exciting and fun-filled as possible. He’s pretty easygoing, so if the date doesn’t go to plan, overruns or something happens to spoil the plans, he can very quickly come up with a new idea to make the day just as special anyway.

For gifts, Garreth tends to play it safe. For his family, it’s easy. He knows who likes books, who likes Quidditch, who likes chocolate and so on. But for you? Once he knows what you like, that’s what he buys. There will be variations, of course, but if you tell him you like fudge, he’s going to get you fudge.

For everyday tasks, he tends to hurry through them as quickly as possible so he can get to the fun stuff, whether that’s experimenting with a new potion or planning a fun day out.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Garreth believes firmly in the “better out than in” philosophy of life, and he’s not ashamed of it. You are convinced he ate a brass band at one point.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Garreth is quite proud of his looks; he loves having the traditional red hair and freckles of the Weasleys. He’s tall and broad, strong in the shoulders and thick in the waist. He’s got a little bit of a tummy, but he doesn’t care, especially because it’s comfy for you. He does try to make an effort, and at least brushes his hair and cleans his teeth. He wears whatever comes out of the wardrobe first, and prefers functionality over fashion.

That being said, when he does make an effort, he scrubs up extremely well.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You were a fascinating, bright spark in his life. He’d love to make you his own, as a best friend, or a lover. He’d miss you if you weren’t there, even if you were only friends. He’d try to get over it, and he would manage eventually, but until the end of his days, he will remember you. Though it happens less and less as time goes on, you’ll pop up in his mind from time to time, and he’ll take a moment to close his eyes and remember the way you smiled, the way you smelled, and the way you laughed.

X = Xtra (Random headcanons for them)

Though Garreth complains about Matilda Weasley keeping too close an eye on him, he secretly appreciates it, knowing it comes from a place of love. He’ll go to her with any problems he has, and if he’s feeling blue, he’ll go to her office and curl up on the sofa, reading or doing his homework while she works, just to be close to her.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s pretty easy-going, but he can’t stand aggression or bullies. Vindictive, petty people will put him off. He can’t stand liquorice, and the smell of it makes him gag.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Garreth’s very high energy, so when he sleeps, he’s out like a light once his head hits the pillow, and he’s a heavy sleeper. He’s got a pretty good internal clock so even though any alarm would need to be at the rough volume of a cannon, he’ll wake up on time. He tends to spread out on his back, and he does snore. He’s very warm, so he’s great to snuggle up to in the winter.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #ABC #headcanon #Garreth Weasley x You #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x reader

[starlightandetherealshadows]

How are the ros when in a romance with mc?

Hi angel!

I'm going to describe kind of overarching "themes" or motifs for each of the romance options and their routes. There won't be many spoilers, but lil fun hints (fun is a loose term cuz im kinda evil).

Also, you'll get to experience romances with the RO when you read the story hehehe, trust me it's coming! The demo is only up to chapter 1...gotta give MC some time to heal from that sweet spicy trauma (or not).

Chapter 2 Part 1 is coming along quite nicely, I'm anticipating it to be about 30K without code.

Without further ado, here are the romance vibes for the RO in Memento Mori!

Delphine: "i never knew love until I met you", breakfast in bed and massages after a long day, she wants to spoil you, "i wish i could stop time, I wish I could keep this forever." You make her feel worthy, you make her feel seen. She remembers all of your favorite things, her love language is words of affirmation and gift giving. She's protective over you; she lets you see the parts of herself she keeps hidden. all her favorite love songs are about you.

"I wanna love me, the way that you love me. for all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too. I'd love to see me from your point of view. I wanna trust me, the way that you trust me. Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do. I'd love to see me from your point of view" POV by Ariana Grande

Honorable Mention: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Zero Chevalier: "MC over morals", it's soft smiles and softer touches, like you're the most precious thing he's ever held. it's wide eyed surprise at your reciprocation, love that is dark and consuming, you're in his sweetest dreams, and you're the light in his darkest nightmares, "remind me that this is real." has a hundred drawings of you in his sketchbook "You're my home."

"There's a lover in the story, but the story's still the same. There's a lullaby for suffering, and a paradox to blame. But it's written in the scriptures. And it's not some idol claim. You want it darker. We kill the flame." You Want it Darker by Leonard Cohen

Honorable Mention: Peace by Taylor Swift

Xa'eks/Xa'veed: war between head and heart, not sure who is falling first and who is falling harder, not only bends the rules, but breaks them for you. overwhelmed by the severity of their emotions, wants to make up for all the years they spent without knowing you, has told the stars about you, knows they will lose you but loves you like they won't, you could live inside them and it wouldn't be close enough, love language is physical touch

"I can't help but love you, Even though I try not to. I can't help but want you. I know that I'd die without you. I can't help but be wrong in the dark. 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts. I can't help but want oceans to part. 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts" War of Hearts by Ruelle

Honorable Mention: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

Ayana Tsosie: let me be your peace (when the world is going to shit), there's nothing wrong with loving again, we have more on the line than love, you can't fight your heart without hurting yourself in the long run. she keeps an eye on you across rooms and battlefields, she treats you as her equal, you've become one of the best parts of her life (new and old), you borrowed her heart and refused to give it back, but she gave it willingly. your hand in hers is what love poems are written about.

"Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight. Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself. Will it ever get better than tonight?" Glitter in the Air by P!nk

Honorable Mention: Love Me Like You Do by Elle Goulding

Cecelia/Chase: friends to lovers but I love my friends just as deeply, they don't know they love you until they almost lose you, there's butterflies in my bloodstream (it must be because of you), partners in crime, communication without words. they know what you need before you do, they bring you flowers and will choose to stare at you over the most beautiful sunsets (because nothing compares in their eyes)

"I'm dancing in the dark. With you between my arms, barefoot on the grass. Listening to our favorite song, I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person" Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Honorable Mention: Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #interact if #if wip #ask: answered #twine if

[darkwitch1999]

A Random Headcanon: Why Marc Anciel Should Never Have Coffee Part II☕🚫

The madness continues, everyone! Enjoy this wild ride!

Collège Françoise Dupont: Hallways

(Marc storms down the school hallways, narrowly avoiding crashing into bystanders or metal poles, and desperately trying to escape the red-haired artist that was on his tail.)

Nathaniel: (yells out) Marc Anciel, hand over that coffee this instant!

Marc: (hisses at the artist as he continues running) NO! IT’S MINE! I NEED IT!

Nathaniel: You don’t need any more coffee, Marc! You need sleep!

Marc: I’LL SLEEP WHEN I’M DEAD!!!

Nathaniel: Which will be soon if he keeps drinking that coffee like it’s water. Marc, please-...(Marc starts hissing at him again) Stop hissing at me already!

(Nathaniel kept running after Marc, who was surprisingly even faster than he usually was. It was no secret that Marc was already more athletically gifted with his feet than Nathaniel. Heck, Marc didn’t even need the caffeine adrenaline boost to outrun Nathaniel on any other day. However, Nathaniel knew that if he could somehow get the “jump on Marc”, he would have the advantage. Utilizing a quick rush of energy and pushing himself to run faster, Nathaniel was able to catch up to Marc enough to pounce on the writer and try to hold him down while reaching for the cup in his hand. The writer then begins to thrash and struggle wildly as he tries to escape the artist’s hold while keeping his coffee out of the redhead’s reach.)

Marc: GET OFF OF ME! LET GO OF ME! LET GO, NATH! (hisses)

Nathaniel: Okay, he’s seriously got to knock it off with the hissing. I’m sorry, Marc, but I’m doing this for your own good!

(Nathaniel struggles to keep his hold on his frantic partner. He had almost forgotten how it was last time to wrestle the coffee away from Marc. Marc wasn’t that much stronger than Nathaniel in terms of upper-body strength, but that adrenaline rush was making it difficult for Nathaniel to keep Marc pinned down long enough for him to snatch the coffee away from him. He was kind of hoping that the fact that he weighed slightly more than Marc would at least give him some advantage over the writer, but so far it was not working out the way he had hoped.)

Marc: (frantically begs) Nath, please! I swear, I’ll stop tomorrow! I won’t drink it anymore after today! Please, just let me have this today!

(Nathaniel then starts to gain the upper hand as he shifts his body weight forward to help pin down Marc’s upper body, including his free hand that was securely clutched around his coffee cup. Nathaniel begins reaching his hand closer and closer to the blue tumbler cup.)

Nathaniel: I don’t think so, Marc! You are going to stop right here and now! 

(As Nathaniel’s hand drew closer to the forbidden drink, Marc’s mind began to frantically race with ideas of how he could possibly escape. Nathaniel’s arm was close enough that Marc could just bite it or bash his head against his chin, and then break free while his partner’s hold on him was weakened as he writhed in pain, but Marc detested the fact that idea would even cross his mind. Even in his erratic state, Marc would never want to try to hurt Nathaniel. He then thought about pretending that Nathaniel was hurting him too much, but he knew that plan wouldn’t have worked either. After all, he pulled that same trick on Nathaniel once before and the writer knew that Nathaniel wasn’t gullible enough to fall for the same trick twice. Time was running out and his options were limited. As Nathaniel’s fingers finally touched the cup, Marc decided to resort to the only trick that he could think of.)

Marc: (feigns shock and panic) OH SHIT! AN AKUMA!!!!

Nathaniel: (shocked) WHAT?!

(Nathaniel’s fingers came to a halt and he immediately started jerking his head around, looking for any dark, malicious butterflies. With his partner distracted and his hold on Marc weakened, the writer was able to turn the tables on the artist and throw him off of his body as he sprang up onto his feet. Without wasting any time for Nathaniel to recover from the shock, Marc immediately took off in the opposite direction. Nathaniel mentally cursed himself for falling for the writer’s trick.)

Nathaniel: Curse my paranoia of daily evil butterfly attacks!

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Collège Françoise Dupont: Courtyard

(The comic book duo’s chase continued in the school’s courtyard. As Marc ran down the stairs with Nathaniel hot on his trail and yelling at the writer to stop, the students from both Miss. Bustier’s and Ms. Mendeleiev’s classes watched this scene in bewilderment. Many of them were confused and concerned as to why Nathaniel was chasing Marc around the school as well as why the writer’s appearance looked so disheveled.)

Nathaniel: (shouts to the others around him) STOP HIM! SOMEBODY GRAB HIM!

Marc: DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS A LIE!

Chloé: (snickers to Sabrina) Trouble in paradise, I presume?

Marc: (flips the bird as he continues to avoid Nathaniel) Fuck you, Chloé, you “Walking One-Dimensional Possibly Bleach Blonde Regina George Stereotype”!

(Everyone in the courtyard gasped, not only shocked by the fact that Marc had just cussed but also by the devastating burn he just inflicted on Chloé. The blonde bitch would have retorted if she weren’t rendered speechless by the writer’s uncharacteristic roast or if the writer wasn’t running around in zigzags trying to avoid his partner. Deciding to get to the bottom of what was going on, Ivan got in the middle of the duo as he tried to help de-escalate the situation.)

Ivan: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! Hey guys, what’s going on?

Nathaniel: (points his finger at Marc) Marc has coffee!

(Everyone’s attention immediately turned to Marc, his eyes frantically shifting all over the place as he tried to find an escape route.)

Marinette: Wait…What?!

Mirelle: Marc has coffee?!

Aurore: Oh no!

Jean: (rubs his arm nervously) Not again…

Alya: This is so not good…

Nino: Who gave Marc coffee?

(As many of the students started voicing their concerns, there were also a few students who voiced their confusion on this new revelation.)

Noelle: (flabbergasted) Wait, this is why “No Coffee for Marc”? I know he wasn’t allowed to have it, but this is why?! 

Juleka (mumbles to Noelle) His moms won’t let him have any because the caffeine worsens his anxiety and gives him panic attacks.

Max: (whispers to Noelle) While Marc never consumes large quantities of caffeine regularly, he does have a small history of sneaking the beverage whenever he is faced with more work than he can handle and tries to do it all in one sitting. And well, let’s just say that Marc’s anxiety plus overwork stress multiplied by large consumption of caffeine tends to cause his behavior to become-...

Noelle: Batshit crazy?

Max: I was going to say “erratic”, but I suppose that is another way of putting it.

Zoé: (confused) Wait, so this has happened before?

Jean: (cringes as he starts backing away slowly) Oh yeah, you weren’t here that last time….(continues rubbing his arm).

Devin: (looks at Jean with a raised eyebrow) Why are backing away? Are you-...wait, are you seriously afraid right now? You’re scared of Ancie-....er I mean Marc?

Jean: Well of course I am! You didn’t see what happened last time, either! The last time Marc went crazy on caffeine and we tried to take the coffee away from him, he bit my arm!

Devin: (rolls his eyes in disbelief) You people are acting like fools. This is Marc we are talking about. Do you really expect me to believe he becomes this unstable whenever he drinks a little caffeine?

Nathaniel: (calls out) He’s had five cups of coffee!

(Many of the students gasped again, even Devin looked taken aback.)

Devin: Well, damn. Never mind then.

Rose: (shocked) Five cups of coffee?

Mylène: That can’t be good for his anxiety! He could be on the verge of a panic attack!

Kim: Wait, so that’s his fifth cup of coffee?!

Nathaniel: Sixth.

Marc: (starts fast-talking frantically) He’s lying, guys! Don’t believe him! C’mon, Nath doesn’t know what he’s talking about! He’s talking crazy! I swear, this isn’t coffee! 

Nathaniel: (smirks) Swear on your little brother’s life?

Marc: (stomps his foot in frustration) Damn it, Nath! Stop bringing my family into this! That’s just low!

Nino: So that is coffee.

Marc: (pulls the cup closer to his chest protectively) Okay, yes! But it’s not mine, I swear! I’m just holding it for a friend!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Oh really? (turns to the two classes in the courtyard) Anyone who asked Marc to hold onto their coffee for them, please raise your hand.

(As expected, no one from either of the two classes put their hand up. A few of them made comments confirming that they did not ask the writer to hold onto their coffee for them. All eyes fell onto Marc, who was becoming increasingly nervous and unraveled.)

Nathaniel: So, who’s lying now?

Marc: (starts backing up slowly) No! That’s not what I meant. I-I…I was talking about a different friend! Y-Yeah…that’s right! You guys don’t know them! T-They went to my old school and-...

Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Okay, now we know that’s an obvious lie! We all know that you don’t have any friends who went to that school with you!

Noelle: (clears her throat) Ahem…

Nathaniel: I mean except for her, but my point still stands! 

Adrien: (holds his hands up in a placating gesture as he takes a few slow steps towards Marc) Marc, please just let us help you.

Nino: Make this easier for yourself. Put down the coffee and kick it over to us.

Ivan: We don’t want you getting hurt, Marc. We just want to help you.

Marinette: Whatever it is that’s been stressing you out, I’m sure we can help you together if we just talk about it.

Mylène: Please, you need to calm down.

Marc: Calm down…calm down?! You’re saying that I need to calm down?! I’M COMPLETELY CALM!!!! (his hands start to anxiously dig at his hair) I’ve never felt more calm in my life! If anyone needs to calm down it's all of you people! 

(Almost everyone took a step back after Marc’s outburst. They were hesitant as to what they should do next. They knew that in his caffeine-fueled state of mind, Marc wouldn’t listen to reason so easily. While they could have ganged up on him and pinned him down with their numbers advantage, many of them were hesitant to do so knowing from experience how viciously Marc fights back with the adrenaline boost in his system. Meanwhile, Marc was desperately trying to think of a plan to escape. The writer knew that if he made any attempt to run now, the others would give chase and most certainly catch up to him. He made that mistake the last time and was easily overpowered by the numbers advantage that his friends had over him despite his best efforts to fight back. Additionally, Marc also knew that attempting another akuma “fake-out” was out as well. Even if he might have been able to fool about half of his friends with the distraction, he knew that the other half wouldn’t be so easily fooled, especially Nathaniel who has already fallen for that trick once today. As Marc’s eyes searched frantically around the courtyard for an escape route and his mind raced to try to think of his next move, he failed to notice that Kim was sneaking up behind him. Before he even had a chance to realize it, Kim tackled Marc to the ground and snatched his cup out of his hand. Kim then quickly stood up off of Marc while he was still disoriented from being tackled to the ground. He didn’t want to risk a repeat of what happened last time with Jean.)

Kim: (throws the cup) Rose, catch! 

(The sweet blonde in pink caught the cup in her arms. Her eyes blinked nervously from the uncertainty of what she should do next.)

Kim: (shouts to Rose) Rose, quickly! The bathroom!

(Kim motioned his hand in the direction of the nearest girls’ bathroom. Realization then struck Rose as she understood why Kim had thrown the cup at her. Rose was the closest towards the direction of the bathrooms and there was enough distance between her and Marc that she would be able to get a good head start. Additionally, if she sprinted to the girls' bathroom and reached it before Marc could catch up to her, she knew that Marc would never follow her inside the girls’ bathroom no matter how desperately he wanted his coffee back. However before Rose could take off, her attention immediately fell on Marc when she heard the sounds of the writer getting up on his feet. A look of panic grew on the boy’s face as his eyes fell on his coffee cup now in the hands of someone else. Rose felt a pang of guilt as she saw the panicked look on her friend’s face. She felt conflicted; she knew that the caffeinated beverage in her hands was causing him to suffer but she also knew how emotionally distressed the writer would become when she dumped his coffee. Unfortunately, her hesitation opened an opportunity for Marc to try to play on her sympathies.)

Marc: (puts on his best “innocent” smile and speaks frantically) H-Hey…Rose…l-let’s not do anything c-crazy here. C’mon, y-you don’t really want to do this…

(The hesitation on Rose’s face was projecting. The pain that shone through the emerald green eyes of the writer made the sweet blonde feel even more conflicted. Even though she knew that the right thing to do was to get rid of the coffee for Marc’s sake, she couldn’t stand to see her friend suffering emotionally.)

Marc: (gives Rose a pleading look) L-Look, Rose, please! I’m sorry about lying to you and everyone else earlier! I swear Rose, I’ll stop drinking coffee after today, and starting tomorrow I swear I’ll never even think about drinking coffee ever again! Please, just let me have that last cup of coffee. C’mon…what’s the harm in just one more cup anyway? I swear, I can handle it…please Rose….

Marinette: Don’t listen to him, Rose! We all know he’s just trying to bargain by making promises that he’ll never keep!

Ivan: Marc’s lying, Rose! He’s trying to deceive you!

Max: A 100% percent certainty!

Marc: (pleadingly looks at Rose) Rose…c’mon, it’s me! You know you can trust me…

Mylène: You’ve seen this with us before, Rose! Marc can’t be trusted in this state of mind!

Aurore: He’ll say anything to get what he wants!

Noelle: (exclaims in shock) Okay, seriously! How many times has this happened before?!

Jean: Not that many. Only a couple of times. (winces at the memories) But even that much is one too many.

(Rose was feeling so conflicted that it was becoming overwhelming. Marc was practically on his knees pleading his heart out for the sweet blonde to return his coffee while everyone else was urging for her to run away with the coffee and to ignore the desperate pleas of their writer friend. It was becoming too much to bear! She could feel the pressure crushing her! Rose had to make a decision! Straightening her posture and composure, Rose took a deep breath in and breathed out. The courtyard became eerily quiet as the crowd anxiously awaited the sweet blonde’s decision.)

Rose: (immediately sprints towards the girls’ bathroom) I’M SORRY, MARC!

Marc: (eyes filled with panic) What-...NO! ROSE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!! (Starts running after the sweet blonde)

Nino: (yells out) Somebody, grab him!

Kim: I’m on it!

(As Kim tries to grab a hold of Marc, the writer then turns to the muscular teen and hisses at him, shocking not only Kim but almost everyone else present in the courtyard. The writer used this opportunity of momentary confusion to escape the courtyard and run after Rose. Kim and many of the others stood flabbergasted in silence at what had just happened.)

Kim: (in shock) D-Did…Did Marc just hiss at me? You guys heard it too, right? It wasn’t just me?

Nathaniel: (nods in confirmation) Yeah, he’s been doing that to me too. I honestly don’t know why he keeps hissing at people.

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Collège Françoise Dupont: Outside the Girls’ Bathroom

(At last after what felt like running a marathon, Rose had reached the safety of the girls’ bathroom. The forbidden zone for boys that even Marc wouldn’t dare to cross. She immediately opened the door and threw it closed just as Marc finally caught up to her. Marc sank to his knees in horror as the door slammed shut. His precious coffee was beyond his reach from this point and he couldn’t do anything to save it. He pounded on the door furiously as he pleaded with Rose to desperately appeal to her sympathy.)

Marc: (bangs on the door, his voice laced with panic and desperation) ROSE! ROSE, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS! ROSE PLEASE! I NEED IT, ROSE! PLEASE!

(Marc began to hear the sounds of liquid being poured out as if Rose was pouring his coffee out in either the sink or the toilet. He was running out of time! Marc pounded on the door louder and his pleas became more desperate.)

Marc: (tears begin to fill his eyes and his voice starts to break) ROSE, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I’LL DO YOUR ENGLISH HOMEWORK! I’LL GIVE YOU MY GLITTER EYESHADOW! YOU CAN HAVE ANY ONE OF MY PLUSHIES! YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO FROM ME! JUST PLEASE STOP!!!!! ROSE! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!!!

(As much as Marc’s pleas pained Rose to hear, they fell on deaf ears. The deed was done. And the sound of the toilet flushing immediately made Marc’s blood run cold. The writer fell into despair as he cried in agony as if the world around him was burning down around him.)

Marc: (wails in agony) NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! MY COOOOFFFFFFFEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

(Marc’s body slowly slid down the bathroom door as he broke down into tears. He curled himself into a sobbing, trembling ball.  The trauma of losing his precious coffee replayed over and over in his mind. As the writer lay against the cold floor sobbing, he saw the familiar shoes of his partner standing in his sights. The distraught writer looked up to see the face of the redheaded artist, whose turquoise eyes were looking down at the writer. Nathaniel then began to sit down with his legs crisscrossed, his arms opened, and awaiting for Marc. Without any hesitation, Marc immediately embraced his partner, his sobs becoming increased and muffled as he burrowed his face into the artist’s shirt. Nathaniel then began to rub comforting circles on the writer’s back and speak comforting words.)

Nathaniel: (shushing as he rubs Marc’s back) Shh. Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I know Marc. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you all the help you’ll need and we’ll get through this together. Everything’s going to be okay now.

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Well, there you have it. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER GIVE MARC COFFEE!!!!

Also to clarify a few things:

This headcanon takes place when Monarch is active, so unfortunately Alix isn't around to help out with the "Marc Coffee" situation, which sucks for everyone else since she was MVP the last time they had to take the coffee away from Marc.

Noelle and Devin are my OCs for those of you who don't already know and they are part of my miraculous fanfiction universe. Noelle and Marc went to the same school together before they transferred at different points during the school year, and if you want to learn more about Noelle, I'll have the link to my fanfiction that provides insight into her backstory at the end of the post. Devin is more of a "standoffish" personality and while he's been attending Collège Françoise Dupont since the first year of junior high, he prefers to distance himself from literally everyone as much as possible and thus wouldn't know why Marc can't have coffee. He also has a habit of calling his fellow students by their last names, but I plan on that being a habit that he tries to break after the events of Icelator, which is why he corrected himself when he almost called Marc "Anciel". Another fun fact about this guy, he never called Jean Duparc by his last name and always refers to him by his first name for some "unknown reason". 😏

Well, that's just about all I have to say. If anyone wants me to clarify anything else or has any other questions, just write them in the comments or ask on my Tumblr page. With that being said, I'm out. 🚪

Link to my fanfic:

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[macravishedbymactavish]

Kindly Worded Text Message (BestFriend! John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader)

TW for swearing, relationships ending, and Soap is a chaotic best friend with your best interests at heart

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You laid on your bed, phone thrown to the side somewhere. You stared up at the ceiling, willing the pain in both your heart and your head to go away.

You were due home from this deployment in 1 month (to the day), due home to him.

Him who just ended your long term relationship over text.

I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted to go about this...but the love has run out for me. I need a partner who's here, who's physically present. I know you've done all you can to fill the gaps, and try your best. But I feel more alone with you, than without. Best of luck, and you'll always have a special place in my heart.

It was a kick in the teeth; mind you - a very nice kick in the teeth; but hurt all the same. Which left you laying here silently crying and hoping nobody walked in on you. Which you've been lucky so far, it was a Friday night before a weekend leave - barely anyone was on base.

"Hey! Come help me convince LT that coming out with all of us tonight is good for him. Human interaction and all that shite"

Well. Except for fucking Mactavish. Your very loud, knows no boundaries best friend. Who stopped dead in your doorway when he saw you.

"What's wrong?" You pulled in a deep breath, attempting to wipe your eyes in the most discreet fashion possible before sitting up and smirking at the man in your door.

"You really think you're going to convince Ghost to go out to the pub with everyone?" You chuckled, stomach tightening when he didn't react. A look of concern plastered across his face.

"What's going on?" You really didn't want to talk about this. Considering Johnny lives for these nights off, a night to embrace all the good that he can get out of this world. Telling him about the (kind) break up text you received would ruin the excitement he built.

"You know how many cats and dogs are -" you started, watching as his eyes rolled.

"Are sleeping all alone in shelters and have no homes or humans to love them" he mocked you, hearing this excuse a million times to cover up the real reason you're upset. "Really. What's going on? I'll stand here all night, I'll make it weird, " he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. You lightly glared at him,

Stubborn fuck.

"I'm now single, not sure about the mingle. Might eat some pringle" you shrugged, watching as his expression flashed to one of amusement before returning to concern.

"He dumped you over a video chat?" You awkwardly shook your head.

"Phone call?" Your bottom lip ended up between your teeth as you watched frustration and disappointment flash across his features.

"No. He dinnae break up with you over a text. Did he?!" You knew the frustration wasn't directed at you. But it brought back the pain from earlier, iliciting tears in your eyes again.

"In his defense, it was a very nicely worded text message." You watched as Johnny turned slightly, mumbling slang you didn't understand to himself. Shoulders stiff.

"I'll be back. You're not allowed to go anywhere" you nodded slightly. Watching as he turned out of your room, still cussing and growling the same angry slang to himself.

You couldn't hold back the laugh when you heard a distant speak English from down the hall, though.

--

You were drying your hair following your warm shower when you heard the door to your room open.

Just let yourself in why don't you?

"Aye, where'd you go? I told you not to go anywhere, " Johnny called out, causing you to pout to yourself. Is he really not going to the pub with everyone?

"I just took a shower, chill. Why aren't you out with everyone? You were so excited, don't let me hold you back" you wandered in the room. Seeing a pile of both of your favourite snacks on the bed.

"You're not holding me back. Ghost refused to go, so I changed my mind" you arched an eyebrow, but humored him nonetheless. Eyes scanning over the pile of snacks, small smile pulling at your lips.

"All this for me?" You asked, watching him flop backward onto your bed. Noticing he changed into a different tee and sweatpants.

"No! Some are mine. Don't get greedy, " he teased, swatting lightly at your hand before patting the bed beside him. "What are we watching?"

You took the remote from his hands, scrolling through movies. Mind starting to wander as the titles flashed by. That much time and commitment ended through a text message? Sure, he was polite, but a text? Tears started to well up again until you were pulled from your thoughts with a:

"Could you hurry up and pick already?" With a soft laugh, followed by a soft "ah, no" as a stray tear fell down your cheek.

Arms slipped around your middle, as you let the emotions run their course. It was silent, except for the occasional sarcastic comment about he's a daft bastard for giving you up and the offer to go light his lawn on fire.

"Arson? Really?" You laughed at Johnny's last comment. Earning a shrug, as his chin remained on the top of your head.

"He didn't have the balls to break up with you face to face. He doesn't deserve grass."

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Pretty - Aether/Swiss (mature)

It's my first time posting on tumblr so be patient please :)

Here's a little ficlet of Aether and Swiss I wrote today

TW: mentions of body image, talks about weight, fatphobic comments, mentions of ED, NSFW (sex stuff), transgender Aether, transphobic thoughts Word count: 1987

Aether stood in front of the mirror, sobbing softly. His hands clutched at his stomach, and he visibly cringed. He hated his body, his depression getting the worse out of him, making him gain double the weight he was before in a short term of 4 months. His eyes traced over the thousands of stretchmarks littering his body. They were visible on his arms, going all the way to the back, his sides covered in red harsh lines. His stomach wasn’t better. All the way from his core, up to the scars he gained after top surgery.

He felt himself getting sick, at the sight of himself. Flappy arms, big, soft stomach, rolls visible on his sides, no matter how much he tried to suck his stomach in. He gave up, his reflection looking back at him with a disgust written all over the place.

He shivered and closed his eyes, when he heard the bedroom door open. He didn’t want to see the disappointment in the eyes of his partner.

„Hey baby” Swiss’s arms wrapped around him from the back, pressing a soft kiss to his back. Aether only nodded, still not opening his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

He didn’t want to add another burden. Swiss already had to deal with him not being a real man, he had to see those ugly scars on his chest, a reminder of what he was. And now, he was seeing Aether naked for the first time in over 2 months. As soon as Aether’s skin started to give out, he refused any kind of intimacy between them. Because Aether was fat. He was ugly and disgusting. And he was sure Swiss was going to break up with him, not being able to love someone who looked as bad as Aether did. He was once skinny, as a result of his eating disorder, but with his friends help he manager to get over it, only to be tackled down by depression. He couldn’t take care of himself, couldn’t bring himself to eat, only to devour huge amounts of junk food later, when no one was there to see him.

„I love you, you know?” Swiss whispered, his hands softly rubbing over the places where just minutes before Aether was digging his nails in, wishing to rip off his skin.

Aether opened his eyes. Tears started to fall down, no matter how hard he tried.

„What’s wrong pretty boy?” Swiss turned Aether to face him, swiping gently his thumbs over others cheeks.

„I’m disgusting” Aether choked out, and Swiss felt his heart drop. He knew it was getting bad, however he didn’t know it was that bad.

„Why do you think so love?” his voice was gentle, stripped of any judgment, because there was none inside of him. He loved Aether with all of his heart, sometimes feeling like he might burst with the amount of emotion he felt for his partner.

„Because of that” Aether angrily poked at his stomach, jaw clenching „I let myself go, I got so fat my body isn’t keeping up, and now I have those dumb scars everywhere. I. AM. DISGUSTING.” He spat through his teeth, starting to shake.

„Aether, you are so pretty you have no idea” Swiss cupped his cheek and forced him to look up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips „You know what I see when I look at you? I see my perfect boyfriend, whom I love so much, it physically hurts. I see a very brave boy, fighting through the hard times he has right now. And Lucifer, I wish I could take all of that and make you feel better, but sunshine, I can’t. You know it’s okay to struggle, it’s something you always tell our fans, yet have so much trouble believing yourself. Dealing with depression and past trauma isn’t easy Aether, and it’s okay to have worse time, no matter how lon git lasts. As long as you are fighting, or even trying to fight, then you are winning. And so what if your body changes? You are still the same person, the same Aether everyone around you fell in love with. Nothing changes. It only accomodates itself to the amount of stress, and pressure that is around you. But it doesn’t last forever, you know that. However cliche it sounds, after storm there is a rainbow. And when you allow yourself to heal, your body will too. And so what if hard times leave a mark on it? It’s only a statement of your struggle, your fight, your story. People aren’t made only of happy stories. They are made of struggles, and hard times, and it should only serve as a reminder that you were there, fought, and won. Because you will win, WE will win” his eyes were looking straight into Aether’s, full of love and fondness. And Aether couldn’t stand it. He averted his gaze, sniffling.

„You only say that so I won’t feel bad. You don’t believe it” his breath was short and panicked. He couldn’t get his head around the idea that someone might’ve loved him so much, that he was willing to stay with him, no matter how bad he looked.

Aether muttered something under his breath, and his tears started flowing faster.

„What was that?” Swiss asked his brow furrowing, trying to understand.

Aether sighed and repeated.

„I said that the truth is you are repulsed by me. You say all those things, but I know that when you look at me, you feel the need to vomit, not wanting to touch me. You should find someone better, someone you could proudly show off in public, someone you would want to make love to” Aether stuttered, choking on his words.

Swiss slightly chuckled, and brought Aether closer to him, forcing eye contact.

„Aether, I love you, but sometimes you are so fucking dumb. You make me unbelievably horny” as a proof of his words, he moved his hips closer, his semi hard cock touching Aether’s thigh „The sight of you makes me want to drop to my knees and worship you Aether, you are the love of my life, and there is no one I would rather be with or be inside” Aether blushed red at his words.

„Just because we weren’t intimate, doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about it baby” Swiss started gently grazing his teeth over Aether’s neck, earning himself a whimper from the other man.

„Now will you, please, let me show you how much I love you?” he asked, confirming with Aether that he was indeed with taking things further.

„Yes” Aether mumbled, his hands finsing his way into Swiss’s hair, pulling him closer so they could kiss. He felt Swiss smile, and seconds later he was picked up with no effort and moved to the bed. As he laid down, Swiss looked at him, taking all of Aether’s nakedness.

„Pretty” he stated, satisfied when Aether covered his face, embarassed. „And all mine” he added with a slight growl, pushing Aether’s thighs apart. He leaned, kissing him slowly, and then making a path of kisses down the other’s body. He kissed every scar, earning soft sniffles from his boyfriend. After confirming that Aether was still okay with his actions, he settled between his thighs.

„So pretty” he muttered again, putting his hands on Aether’s legs to keep them wide open. Aether softly ran his hands through Swiss’s hair, arching his back when Swiss kissed his clit.

He didn’t have time to adjust, as Swiss dove right back in, eating him like a starved animal. He lapped aggresively at Aether’s clit, hard and throbbing, slightly grazing it with teeth, which earned pretty moans from his boyfriend’s mouth. Swiss hummed happily, starting to feel Aether’s slick on his chin, leaking out of his hole.

„Someone missed me” he laughed, sending a wave of pleasure through Aether. The latter whined and pushed Swiss’s face back into his core. Swiss decided to change his tactics, moving his tongue to work inside of Aether. His grip on thighs was strong, leaving multiple marks, as Aether tried to trash around, his body jerking with each move of Swiss’s tongue. He felt Aether clench around him, and moved back, taking his lips of him.

Aether moaned at the loss of contact, too far gone in his own pleasure. Swiss rubbed his fingers between the folds, and pushed inside him. He started gentle, putting one finger in, adding two more as Aether loosened up. He felt his dick get painfully hard, precum starting to stain his pants, when he felt Aether clenching around him. He could only think about how good he was going to feel, wrapped around his dick after such a long time. He crooked his fingers, hitting the correct spot inside Aether, and making him come. He watched in fascination as Aether was squirting around his fingers, his pussy tightening on his fingers as he moved them in and out, dragging out the pleasure for his partner. Feeling Aether trying to push him away, he removed his hand and rose to his feet, looking at his flushed partner.

He made eye contact with Aether, and licked his hand clean, moaning at the taste. Aether only blushed even harder, trying to calm his breathing as his chest moved in fast pace.

Swiss leaned down and kissed him, humming at the feeling of puffy lips moving against his own.

„So pretty” he said for the third time today, moving back to take of his pants and shirt. He stood naked between Aether’s legs,  rubbing his hand up and down his cock, relief visible on his face. He smeared precum over the tip, and motioned for Aether to move up the bed. Aether listened, watching as Swiss got on the bed, kneeling between Aether’s spread legs.

„I’m gonna make you feel so good my pretty boy” Swiss kissed Aether, laying some of his weight on him, hands propped on sides of Aether’s head. He slowly moved, pushing himself inside Aether. He whimpered at the feeling of tightness around him, and Aether’s hands harshly scraping his back.

„I love you so much” he whispered putting their foreheads together, as he started to slowly move his hips. And for the first time this night, Aether didn’t avoid his eyes. They watched each other’s expressions, taking it all in, only breaking it up time from time to share a kiss, as their bodies moved slowly in a steady rhythm. Both of them enjoyed how sensitive their bodies were, how aware they were of every centimeter that Swiss was moving inside Aether.

Swiss moved his lips to Aether’s neck, starting to suck on the skin. Aether moaned, clenching around Swiss, feeling both of them getting closer. And they came, Aether first, while Swiss was leaving another mark on his body, Swiss following soon, after Aether arched his back, pulsing around Swiss’s cock. He allowed his cum to fill Aether, both of them softly moaning at the feeling, their sweaty foreheads touching, fingers entangled.

After they calmed a little, Swiss moved out of Aether, and reached for the bedside table, taking out wet tissues. He kissed over Aether’s body, cleaning them up, and he stood from the bed to throw it out. Once more he looked Aether in the eyes and said:

„So fucking pretty Aether”

The next morning, Swiss took Aether out, proudly parading around, holding his hand tightly as Aether felt stares of random people, mostly directed towards his neck, which was littered with dark bruises. And the other man with stupid grin plastered over his face wasn’t helping. He kept blushing, mostly staring at the floor, but smiling to himself. Cause Aether felt warm inside, he felt loved. And it was okay if he couldn’t love his body just yet, cause Swiss was their to love it for the both of them.

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PICK A CARD #4: RANDOM MESSAGE

this is for a random message from the universe you need to hear right now 💖

how to participate:

ask yourself, "what is something honest that i need to be told right now?" and "what is something honest that would help me right now if i knew it?"

choose the photo you feel most drawn to.

take as long as you need to choose, you can check more than one if you feel drawn to do so. however, if you are having trouble feeling called to any then this pick a card is not for you. these readings will be honest.

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1. you may have experienced some sort of a break up - from your partner, your best friend or maybe it’s just that you’re not talking to your mum, dad or siblings right now. it’s possible this separation could have been brought about by circumstances behind your control - such as the one you love moving away. in any case, you are struggling to come to terms with this separation not knowing the way forward. you look for what you had with this person in almost everyone else you meet and in the end, you just wonder why you didn’t get better (or more) time with this person, asking yourself why someone who understood you had to leave. you shouldn’t keep searching for a replacement because no one can compare. but, the advice isn’t really the important message here, instead, you’re being told it really does suck to feel this way, but things will change one day.

2. you’ve “inherited” a toxic way of behaving from your family. this could be in your everyday behaviour (such as inappropriate reactions when you're mad, similar to one of your parents), it could that you’re in a relationship that mimics the same toxic pattern as your parents’ one, it could be how your whole family suppresses feelings and lashes out and you let yourself get involved. i think you already know this and you know that if you don’t break the pattern now then you’re going to inflict more hurt onto others. you’re being told that you’re both switched on enough and strong enough to make these changes.

3. you are failing to communicate with someone effectively or you are not speaking to someone right now. you may be primarily in the wrong, you said some very mean things - probably cruel to the extent they can't ever fully be forgotten. there’s a chance you’ve possibly even cheated on your partner or somehow betrayed someone else in a pretty big way. you’re being told that if you value this connection that you must fight for it, and this begins with you making the first move and being open in your communication. if you are the other party in this situation, then you are being told this person genuinely is sorry for what happened but they may be too scared and embarrassed to reach out.

4. i’m sorry but you need to need to learn to be quiet 😣 you’re talking too much. you may just be oversharing in which case you need to be careful because you never know who’s not really on your side. some of you may be in for a rude awakening that you’re telling too much to someone you thought you could trust. you may need to think about who’ve you’ve been telling “too much” to - about your plans, goals, accomplishments, but even about what hurts your feelings. not everyone has your best interests in mind and they could use this against you later - sometimes it’s best to play your cards close to your vest. for some of you, you are being warned about how you're acting on your jealousy towards someone, in which case, your words will become your downfall (talking badly about someone, trying to brag about yourself etc.) because people will either catch on or it will turn out your opponent is smarter than you and will win.

5. you have or you’re about to hit “rock bottom” in some way. perhaps you know you can’t keep going on without (professional) help for your mental health or for something traumatic that happened to you. perhaps you’ve realised you can no longer keep being friends with your friend group, or maybe you've just broken up with someone, some of you might have even kicked out of home etc. this is an epiphany in a sense, and it will give you a new and better perspective of the world once you acknowledge it fully. this is a real closing of a chapter and a beginning of another one.

6. you’re being told your feelings of being wounded or sad are valid, however, you are being encouraged to not wallow in it as much as you might be currently. you feel very burdened and that things aren’t fair and perhaps they aren’t, but you can’t let yourself take the people or things you do have for granted. for most of you, there’s one person in particular that you are being reminded to not take for granted and you are being told it would be good idea to each out for them. for some of you, you’re simply being asked to try and be a little more proactive. sometimes making no choice is the worst choice, that sort of thing. you don’t want this feeling of hurt to be paired with extra regret that could be avoided.

7. something almost or completely incomprehensible happened in your life, or is about to happen. you prayed, your worked hard, you did nothing wrong and somehow something happened to shake it all up anyway. you’re being told that sometimes things “just happen” and it’s no one’s fault or anyone’s “karma”. you’re being asked to do your best to remain your best self - try not to lash out against people or curse the whole world or become too scared to be happy again. take things day by day and you will find things to appreciate naturally. and remember to take care of yourself!

8. you may have recently come to the realisation (or will soon come to the realisation) that you were manipulated or bullied. the important thing is to accept that it’s not your fault that you didn’t recognise this sooner and you should focus on the road ahead as best as you can. you’re on your “own” now and there’s no one to hold your hand as you navigate how you handle this but you can do it. try to appreciate the small things in the meanwhile and know that there are true supportive people for you out there that genuinely do want the best for you and won’t try to undermine or sabotage you (and also, don’t let yourself become too cold to people).

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