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Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕
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stupid cupid ꨄ︎
sodapop curtis x fem!reader
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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT
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reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders
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1609 words, 8588 characters
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄
stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy
i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly
it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.
i’m in love and it’s a crying shame
and i know that you’re the one to blame
“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.
he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.
“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.
the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.
soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.
he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.
hey, hey set me free
stupid cupid, stop picking on me
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
i cant do my homework and i cant think straight
“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.
“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.
i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight
i’m acting like a lovesick fool
you even got me carrying your books to school
how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.
“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?
your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.
you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.
“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“
“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.
you mixed me up for good right from the very start
hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart
the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.
soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.
he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.
soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.
but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.
he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.
“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.
soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.
“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.
“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”
sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”
“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.
you got me jumping like a crazy clown
and i don’t feature what you’re putting down
once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.
during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?
but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.
“y’need me to walk you up?”
“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.
“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.
in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.
when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.
“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.
well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine
the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine
all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.
still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.
stupid cupid, sodapop thought.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭
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munv · 1 year
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𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
1,178 words!!
I don’t think imma continue this even though I had more ideas in mind. I almost forgot I even had work this morning 😞
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THE Gojo clan was expecting a rightful heir and not to mention a powerful one at that. Mostly a male. But..how the hell did they end up with one Limitless and Six-Eyes user but..two?? The higher ups were happy one of them was a boy but why did the older one have to be a girl at the very most? When you were born they could feel the overwhelming amount of cursed energy developing but due to you not being entirely what they wanted your very own clan decided to hide you away. They were confused at most as well too since you had golden like eyes although you still possessed the most rare techniques.
On the second try they got Satoru but came to the conclusion that since they had him they could forget about you, just not entirely. The higher ups had came to the realization that if anything were to happen to second born son they could easily wait until your of age and marry you off. In hopes that your cursed energy is enoug to make another powerful sorcerer that is.
You were around 6 years old cooped up in a room, you had a window to look out of course and the servants would only come around whenever you needed something or your basic average needs everyday. Unlike you Satoru required high maintenance but that didn’t mean they had a watchful eye on the young boy all the time. It was a average Friday afternoon and you were taking a walk throught the halls out to the garden with your book. The old geezers had only made it so a teacher for your cursed teqchniues came around twice a month with obviously wasn’t helping so you practiced on your free time. You sat down next to a tree in the shade and started reading. You had brought the sweets with you that the maids would give to you sometimes. That was until you were brought out your trance when eyes just as bright as yours had been staring right back at you, except they were blue. White hair as pure as snow, just like yours swaying in the wind as if it was teasing you yet so gracefully.
The child was looking at you with curiosity at most and that’s when he started to approach you. Your bond with Satoru started there. Whenever he was supposed to go somewhere, he would bring his lovely sister with him clinging onto her like you were his only salvation, his lifeline, and his only hope. He knew you didn’t like to talk as much, so whenever he had wanted something he would squeeze your hand and look up at you in the corner of your eye. This didn’t go unnoticed by the clan, the fact they had tried to separate you both at first failed miserably.
Satoru absolutely loves it when you stroke his head gently, he falls right asleep! Finally accepting the fact that you and your younger brother had been attached by the hip your elders decided to send you both to the same school. The first year you were sent there alone and Gojo couldn’t bear it, that was until the time had finally came for his first year there of course.
When Yaga heard there was another Gojo coming to school..he didn’t expect the whole embodiment of “welcome to hell BITCH”. What didn’t help any better was that Satoru only listened to you and you alone. He became more talkative and Geto was probably fed up with his antics to the point he had begged you to come take him. It’s your fault that he’s so spoiled when it comes to affection and everyone knows it.
“Y/N you have to stop spoiling him! Just look at it” insert the “it” in question staring at you with innocent eyes as if he didn’t just obliterate a curse for trying to touch you, then proceeding to ask for praise.
It’s also your fault he has a absolutely horrendous sweet tooth. Shoko simply stares as you feed him sweets bare handed. He dotes on you too much due to all of this. When Geto died he had distanced himself from everyone a bit but ended up caving in at the very sight of you at his door. Asking to come in as he layed his head in your lap, stroking his hair just the way he loves it while he shows a side to you nobody else in the world would get the chance to see, a side of him that someone would have to die just to see. He was vunerable, not like the Satoru you knew ot be annoying, fun, and a major egoist at heart.
After taking in megumi and Tsumiki the family grew a bit more. Anyone could notice that Gojo was like that annoying older brother that wouldn’t shut the hell up about embarrassing you to save his life. Whenever megumi would come back home from school and had bruises you would be the one to tend to them with the most caring mother like nature ever.
Gojo got jealous
On missions it’s like 2 of the most dangerous nuclear bombs set off in one place. You both might be the reason that curses have this little rebellion called “down with the Gojo’s!!” and have this sense when either of you are near that says “uh oh I’m in danger!”
When it was finally time to try and marry you off to some man like cattle Satoru said “fuck no” and threatened to wipe the higher ups from the face of this Earth, so much for “balance in this society” Due to this they couldn’t even think about doing anything to you.
You and Satoru are quite the lookers so it’s only natural that people would try to shoot their shot of admire you from a distance. Imagine both of you in matching outfits with those stupid round glasses that your brother wears almost anytime going out in public looking like absolute twin towers. Models are jealous, but suck it up and accept the gojo’s are better. Even thought you both have unlimited suitors neither of you would allow them to lay a hand on the other. Like the whole clan is looking at you both like “these demons aren’t the same children we raised..?”
Fight me but it’s canon you both share that menacing eyes closed smile that you could tell is fake to the very SOUL. It takes a idiot to not figure out that they are in trouble when you give that smile off.
His students ADORE you. Sometimes you catch the second years accidentally calling you “mom” and you’re just like “yes sweety?”. Make up your mind buddy are you the mom or the sister.
Other than that I think it’s safe to say even fi you are the elder and more mature one world domination is not completely out of your reach and if if you really wanted, you could bribe Satoru into doing it.
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regulus-books · 5 months
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wc: 1k+
warnings: alcohol, cussing, smut, recording a porn video, slight degrading (blink and you'll miss it), teasing, almost caught, nicknames (love, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty little slut, big boy, sweet boy, pretty puppy, baby etc??), tell me if you find more
There Regulus stands with a drink in his hand, watching his boyfriend's tan body move around the dance floor with ease, his hips sway and grind on other guys, his small shorts hiking up his thick thighs. Regulus knows he's smirking when his brother asks him why he has such a smug look on his face, to which he doesn't respond, instead he puts down his drink and walks onto the dance floor, now his hips swaying to a beat he had only heard once before. James sees him and smiles, running his hands up his ass and lifting his shirt on the way back up. Regulus rolls his eyes playfully and walks over to the taller man.
"Having fun I see?" Regulus gestures to the guy behind him, who is clearly getting an eye full of James. Who could resist? Certainly not Regulus.
"Having more now that you're here to claim me." James winks, wrapping his meaty arms around Regulus' slim waist.
"I'll do much more than claim you, Potter." Regulus leans in and bites James' earlobe, who makes a cute whimpering noise in response. Regulus moves down to his neck and bites it gently, just enough to leave a small purple mark. Then, he pulls back, and starts to walk away. "Gonna follow me, pretty puppy?" James seems to melt under Regulus' gaze, his words clearly doing something right.
"Fuck." James whispers to himself before following Regulus back to the bar, where he picks his drink back up, leaning on the counter when he sips from it. "You don't know what you're doing to me, love." James presses their bodies together, resting his hands on Regulus' ass, the bulge in his shorts brushing up against Reg's thigh. Regulus tilts his head back, tossing all of the alcohol mindlessly down his throat.
"Oh, but I do, sweet boy." Regulus leans up and kisses James' jawline. "Let me relish in it for a second, then I'll take care of you, hm?"
"I can't fucking wait another second, Reg, I need you. Now." James' hands wander up to Regulus' waistband, tugging at it and letting it snap back into place. "God, please, Reg." Regulus grabs his face.
"You want me, big boy?" James nods, and Regulus' mouth turns up into a smile. "I want you too, baby." Regulus doesn't let go of his squeezed cheeks when he leans up to kiss him. James moans quietly into Regulus' mouth.
"God, you're so beautiful." Regulus simply let's go of his face, grabs his hand and silently leads him to the restroom.
In the bathroom, Regulus pushed James up to the wall and locks the door, attacking him with rough, wet kisses to his mouth. James runs his fingers through Regulus' curly black hair, his other hand grips Regulus' ass cheek with force, as if he'd die if he let go. Regulus takes his time on James' mouth, kissing, biting and sucking on his lips gently, swelling them more than usual. James thrusts his hips up gently at Regulus' hip, groaning at the sensation. Regulus palms James through his little shorts, taking out his phone.
"Is this okay with you, sweetheart?" Regulus pulls away, showing James himself on the camera app. James nods, and Regulus tsks. "Words, baby, words." Regulus' hand cups underneath James' chin, his thumb playing with James' bottom lip, pulling down just to watch it spring back into place.
"Yes. I want the whole world to know I'm yours." James manages to rasp out, grabbing the phone himself and propping it up on the sink, so the camera can see as Regulus drops to his knees. He wants to roll his eyes and tell James that not the whole world is subscribed to their onlyfans, but he knows James will reply something along the lines of ‘they don't know what their missing out on.’
Regulus kisses James' lower stomach through his shirt, slowly untying the strings that are keeping James' shorts up. He kisses every bit of exposed skin as he works James out of his tiny shorts. Regulus pushes down James' boxers and his dick springs out, hard and pink. He spits on his hand and wraps it around James gently, giving him a stroke and then letting go. "So beautiful, honey." James' body jerks at the sensation, he tries to thrust more into Regulus' palm, but before he can, Regulus let's go, much to James' dismay.
Regulus leans forward and flatly licks James' red tip. James rests one hand on the back of Regulus' head (having to lean forward a tad), and his other he uses to pushes Regulus' fringe back, exposing his sweaty forehead. Regulus teases and kisses at James, who can practically feel his own heartbeat in his cock. Regulus smirks everytime James slips out a pathetic whine, and fists him.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want me to suck you off." James whines again, but doesn't say anything, so wordlessly, Regulus let's go of James' cock, and stands up, leaning against the wall opposite to James. The camera can no longer see Regulus, it can only see James taking deep breaths, his stomach falling up and down.
The second Regulus comes off of James, he lets out a string of whines, "Please come back, baby." James wraps his own hand around his cock, tugging slowly as he watches Regulus insert his fingers into his mouth, making a slurping sound and hollowing out his cheeks. James groans and throws his head back, trying to imagine how good Regulus' tongue feels wrapped around him.
"All you have to do is ask, sweetheart," Regulus pushes his fingers out of his mouth, slick with his own spit, he leads them under his shirt and around his nipples. James watches intently, never looking away. Regulus lets out a fake, whiney moan that has James harder than ever before.
"Please, Reg." Regulus tilts his head, pretending not to know what James means.
"Please, what, Jamie?" Regulus taunts.
"Please suck me off, I need to feel your pretty mouth wrapped around me." James whines, his eyebrows knitting together.
"God, look at you. Such a pretty little slut for the camera," Regulus pulls his hands out of his shirt, walking over to James, and kneeling again. This time Regulus doesn't waste any time before swallowing James down, his happy trail tickling Regulus' nose. James let's out a low groan, just as someone knocks on the door.
"Anyone in there?" Regulus recognizes the voice immediately as Sirius'. He pulls off quietly.
"Answer him, Jamie." Regulus whispers, peppering James' cock in kisses, then goes back to deep throating him.
"Uh," James pushes back a groan and let's out a deep breath in replacement, "Yeah, sorry, mate." He whines, as quietly as he can. Regulus hollows out his cheeks, staring up at James through his dark eyelashes that are painted with mascara. "M'not feeling very well, Reg's just rubbing my b-" He groans, "back."
"Yeah, sounds like it." Regulus grins and swirls his tongue around James' dick as Sirius walks away. Regulus pulls off again, wrapping both of his hands around James, kissing and licking at his tip, making sure he gets as much attention as he needs.
"Been such a bad boy, Jamie." Regulus juts his bottom lip out, pretend pouting. James' eyes roll back, and he whines again. "Are you gonna come for me, sweetie?" James nods, a knotting feeling in his stomach. "Come for me, baby, I need it so bad." Regulus wraps his lips around James once more, just to feel him come warmly down Regulus' throat.
The video goes up later that night.
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Weapon trading ceremony
Din Djarin x ex jedi reader/oc
The Mandalorians were not short on ceremony. Even Din's faction whose traditions could be described as a lot more bare-bones had ceremony. Granted they were a lot more private, which suited your love just fine. He was a very private person after all.
But he was also a rule follower and even his interpretation of the code had rules about courting. You both had blown past a few of those steps in the time that he'd been considered dar'manda, like learning his name outside of the private name trading. But since he'd been redeemed Din has become determined to do things the right way this time.
So even though you've both decided it would be best for you to become a more official member of his clan that, whatever government the Mandalorians try to cobble together, will recognize. And even though you're wedding will consist of vows shared quietly between the two of you in the privacy of his ship, Still Din insists on completing the courting rituals in order.
Which brings you to the weapons trading ceremony. You'd sort of gathered that this was a step in the courting process that had been created to fill space in the time that it would take an armorer to craft or to reforge pieces of armor bearing new clan symbols. This was the last step before trading Beskar. Mandalorians had no gender roles but they did have strong clan loyalty, so whoever had agreed to join the clan of the other would give their partner the piece of armor (usually a pauldron) bearing their former clan symbol and in exchange, they'd replace it with a piece of their own armor bearing the correct clan symbol until the pauldron could be reforged. And after the pauldron was reforged the pieces would be exchanged during the vows ceremony cementing them as a married couple.
The weapons ceremony was essentially the official proposal step in the ceremony. All previous gifts and gestures aside, the gift of a weapon from a suitor was when you needed to decide whether or not you wanted to commit to them. At least that's how Bo had explained it to you. She seemed a little iffy on some of the finer details but Bo had been learning all she could about the more private sect of Mandalorians since she'd taken leadership of them with the endorsement of the Armorer.
You were nervous about what weapon you could possible trade him, you owned so few in comparrison to a mandalorian. Actually all the weapons you owned could probably fit in a shoebox. Meanwhile Din had a whole rack bursting with weaponry. And every weapon you owned you were somewhat reliant on. After a lifetime of an unstable life you learned not to own anything you didn't need to carry on you, and all of those weapons had become a needed item. Besides they were too small to be as useful to Din. Bo said you could purchase something for him, the symbolism was more important than the weapon it's self. But knowing how meticulously picky he was about every aspect of every weapon that felt like a daunting task as well. And you knew by the way he was taking this whole courting process so seriously that he definitely had something specific in mind for you.
You could give him your first knife. But it had been a gift from your brothers during the clone wars and you didn't want to give up that piece of them.
You only really had one other idea, and it definitely seemed out of the box. With the pressure mounting you were deffinitly grateful that these ceremonies were private for his faction and not the clan-wide public displays of the old clans like clan Kryze.
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You'd agreed on a rough time for the ceremony, After you were in hyperspace on the way back to Navarro. With the kid tucked into his little hammock and the ship's controls on autopilot Din swiveled his chair in your direction. He was a bit more rigid than normal, neither leaning back or forward he was almost sitting rigidly upright except for his downturned shoulders. His hands were clasped awkwardly in front of him. You half expected to hear him clear his throat the the static of the modulator before he spoke. But he was direct as always.
"Are you ready to do this?"
You nodded your head fidgeting in your seat as he reached one hand into the satchel he'd slung over the neck of the headrest on his chair. A cloth-wrapped lump was obscured in his large hands. He carefully unwrapped the bundle laying the corners of the cloth out until a plain silver vambrance was left cradled in his palm.
"Din." you start but emotion chokes you up, "You aren't supposed to give me armor unless we're married," You joke to recover.
"It rides the line between armor and a weapon. It doesn't break any rules." He argues. "It's bare now, just a commlink and a shield. You'll have to train if you want to add anything else to it. But a shield will be plenty. you rely too heavily on evasion in conflict to keep from getting hit. you need to learn how to guard."
It should be irritating the way he picks apart you're technique and critiques you, as if you haven't been fighting in wars since before he took his oath. But his concern is, in this case, endearing. Especially since he's offering you an actual solution and not just telling you to do better.
He holds the vambrace out and you give him your wrist letting him open the metal up and clamp it around your arm. He opens and closes the metal a few times slowly, letting his fingers slide with meaning over the joints and catches to show you how to do it yourself. When he releases your arm you test the weight of it, knowing it will take time to get used to. You haven't worn a vambrace since the war.
Instead of leaning back, Din has taken to looming before you with his elbows on his knees and his shoulders hunched low. You think he may actually be attempting to look smaller and less demanding. He does a poor job of it.
Hesitantly you tug the chain around your neck pulling the well worn necklace out from under your shirt. It's clunky and sort of industrial looking. A sturdy metal ring just smaller than your palm, beveled around the edge and marked with scratches from continuous wear, was poorly corded through with a thick sturdy woven chain.
You'd worn it every day since the Empire rose to power, but now you unscrewed the sturdy clasp and let it fall into your palm. "Let me explain." You rushed out with a shakey breath.
"The Jedi taught us that our lightsabers were our lives. Most of that was to keep up from letting anyone else get ahold of it. An untrained idiot wielding a saber is...well y'know. But there was more to it than that. It was our weapon of last resort. Our identification. And it served as a conduit with the force. When the jedi fell and the last of us had to disappear, we had to lose our lightsabers. We couldn't risk being found with one. And we couldn't risk them falling into the wrong hands either, So we destroyed them. Hid away the kyber crystals and destroyed the hilts. But it's hard to let go of your life, even when most of it has already been destroyed." You plucked the ring up with two fingers and held it up so that Din could see it better.
"This used to be the outer ring of the emitter on my lightsaber. I remember picking it out to match my master. It's the only thing I have left of that part of my life. I know as Riduur we're supposed to be one, to live one life together. Well, this is the oldest piece of my life if I give this to you, then you have all of me. I know it's not a functional weapon, but it's the only thing I own that means the same thing to me that your weapons mean to you spiritually. It's like, part of my soul."
You glance up from under your lashes as his shoulders seize with a halted breath. He straightens in his seat and holds out an open hand. Hesitantly you place the ring down into his much larger palm. He turns the ring examining it with curiosity despite the fact that he must have seen it many times around your neck.
"Is that ok?" you ask hesitantly.
"Yes." he replies hurriedly. "If you're sure you're willing to part with it."
"Yes, I want you to wear it. I-.." You flounder for words. "I want this part, the engagement to feel like it supposed to. I mean-" You huff in frustration. "I want you to know, even though we have some religious differences, that I'm not just going along with your courting process to appease you. I care about what all this is supposed to mean. And I'm trying to find the places where we're similar."
Well that wasn't entirely what you meant to say but you hoped he could understand what you were trying to say, that you didn't just love and respect him, but also the life he wanted to build with you and the moral code that was the foundation of that life.
"Thank you." you weren't sure but he might've sounded choked up through the modulator. He stood before you could pry into it though and used his fist with the ring clenched in it to tilt your chin up so he could press his helmet gently against your forehead.
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insomniac-dot-ink · 10 months
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The Painted Sky
Rain drums against the windowpanes and a stream of water courses alongside the road. The lights above hum and there isn't a car in sight. Yellow shrubland and bare-rock canyons spread out into a sun-bleached land. Miles of orange rocks formed by a toddler’s lopsided taste, lumpy and misshapen.
None of my new coworkers have asked me where I live in all this nothing, but I don’t ask them either. This Shop-N-Go is located at a fork in the road, one path leading deep into the desert and the other to some star-distant city.
It’s the same store you see on every corner of nowhere. Rows of name brand snacks. Walls of sodas and weak beer. A kiosk of forgettables—headphones, chargers, sunscreen, novelty t-shirts that you say, “I Believe”. An umbrella. You don’t usually need an umbrella though.
Middle of the day and I’m mopping the floors, the wood smooth in my hands and linoleum murky. My eyes itch. This manager hates having store music play if she can help it. The silence is murky too, the tense reverence of a graveyard.
Lightning crackles in the distance. My eyes drag up, ears ringing and back stiff. There’s a water stain on the ceiling—in the corner, above the sodas. A small dank sun growing inch by inch. I snap my eyes away. The stain has been there since I started, I think.
The manager on duty with me, Carol, is staring outside. Rain beats harder against the roof of the Shop-N-Go, mixing with the deafening shushing sound of the AC. Storm clouds rumble across the land like a hungry stampeded. I move the sudsy water around in circles, eyes down.
Carol grunts. She’s known to keep her thoughts to herself, which I appreciate. A stout solid woman with the presence of a bowling ball and one long dull white hair braid down her back. She’s missing an arm and knots all of her left sleeves in a way that reminds me of pirates or cowboys. I hope she hadn’t noticed I’d started wearing my hair in one long braid down my back.
I glance at Carol and then away again. I remind myself that she would say if we were gonna close early.
Cold creeps down my arm. Carol grunts again, sharp eyes darting toward me and window, frowning. She isn’t the one that hired me, though not many places would hire a 16-year-old washed up out of nowhere.
“Midge.” I blink several times and there’s a flash of Carol’s teeth. “Do you hear that?”
The rain drums on. I clamp the mop tighter between my fists and swallow. “Bad storm,” I try to mimic her bare tones, minimalist in nature.
Carol glances up. I know where she’s looking. “Tend the counter.”
“Customers?”
Carol doesn’t answer. I shove the mop against the nearest wall and bustle to the cash register. Thunder cracks through the sky and I jump, jamming my hip against the counter and probably leaving a baseball-sized bruised.
I wince, round the corner and face the door all the same, trying to be good. Carol gestures and I could barely make out her words, “back up.”
The cold spreads to the back of my neck. I don’t need to be told twice. I back up toward the magazines. Carol narrows her eyes, rain drenches the land and makes wavy lines across the windows like ocean surf.
I look too far up. My vision catches on it like a thorn, and I inhale. The water stain has grown. The edge is bright yellow, a growing bruise, and the center is a indigo with a twinge of red. I swallow and hope Carol doesn’t notice.
“Ma’am?” I speak up, forcing my voice to stay even and failing.
“Duck down now, there’s a good girl.”
I shake, a numbness in my fingertips. The rain batters the earth, drowning out the AC, and water beads at the center of the ceiling stain. Carol takes a step forward and lightning cracks the sky in half. My eyes go wide. I don’t duck down.
The ceiling drips. A drop the color of fire falls. I rock forward, suppressing a whine. Water isn’t normally an angry red. Through the window, the orange rock and distant desert are blurring into one, smears of color seen through a kaleidoscope. My mouth goes dry, and I crane my neck, tilting over the counter.
“Don’t.”
“I’ve never seen those colors before.” I hold my breath, still staring. “Have you?”
“Midge,” she says in warning and something balloons in my chest in the same moment. It’s nice to be worried over.
“Yes?” I glance around, lowering my voice and matching her frown. “Do you know where we are?” My nonsense-question is swallowed by the sound of rain against earth. Earth disappearing into water. I can’t see the road anymore and it’s nothing but shapes outside. I blink and rub my eyes, the water has a purple quality. A pink one. A greenish hue. Like rainbows across oil spills.
I can’t make out the rock formations anymore. I come out from behind the counter in a lurch. The water stain is dripping freely, yellow brackish water and then orange and purple. I follow a stray drip with my eyes. One leaves a track down the wall that seems to peel the wallpaper away, leaving wood behind.
The words don’t make out of my mouth. Poison? Toxic waste? Cursed sludge?
The rainbow of color licks the wall clean, and I stumble in place. “Get down,” Carol says through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed. “Storms almost over.”
I can’t tear my eyes away. Carol’s good hand is on the handle of the door, holding it in place I realize. I edge toward the corner, thoughts reeling, unreality clogging in my lungs. A part of me simply wanted a better look, the other part was lifting my hand up to touch it.
The world outside is a river of color, leaking into our tiny Shop-N-Go and erasing.
“I said duck down.” A hand grips my shoulder, I jump, swaying in place. Carol turns me around in one fluid motion and I let out a yelp. Her arm is bright, a vivid purple color, indigo, red, blue, shapeless and wavering. I scream. She speaks in low tones, “It won’t hurt you.”
The lightning cracks through the melting world. Carol’s arm is there and not-there. The thunder follows, booming and scrambling my thoughts. An ocean seems to crash against the window, watercolors of blue and purple and pink. Shapes swim in the distance, clouds over the sun. Or whales, sharks, fish flittering through the storm like something beyond knowing.
"It’s just memory," Carol mumbles and I am still screaming. She shakes me gently with her not-there arm. I clutch at her and if I was a different teen with a different story, we’d call it a hug. She hisses in my ear, "Just memory, Midge."
Eventually I stop, though I couldn’t tell you when. And the world eases into a dusty barren place again, one meant for sunlight. Carol asks if I need a place to stay that night and I just nod. She says I can keep staying and I don't know what to say to that either.
During that storm I learn about the type of places that hire 16-year-olds without question and all the different colors the sky can bleed.
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Down the road, later on, you will hate that I never gave more to you (than half of my heart) by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1
G | 1K | Hawk/Lucy & Hawk/Tim | Post-Canon Fix-It | Confessions | 80s Era
“I lied.”
Hawk isn’t sure what that means or if he’s brave enough to unpack it.
“About what?”
“Same as you,” Lucy says. “About myself.”
Or, Hawk learns about Tim's letter.
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purrgilpawkins · 4 months
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Needle + Thread
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Summary: Mac needs his wounds stitched up. Unfortunately for him, he and the team are in the middle of nowhere without painkillers.
Pairings: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver, Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver
Part of the Comfortember 2020 series Prompt: Campfire
Warnings: non detailed wound stitching
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The sound of the crackling fire was the only thing heard amongst the chirping crickets, the chattering of Riley’s teeth, and Mac’s ragged breathing. At least, it was all Jack could hear, which was a good thing for the most part.
They had to set up camp in the woods to lay low and wait for exfil. Unfortunately none of them were wearing appropriate attire to be camping during November, which left them all a little on the chilly side. Jack and Riley could handle it but they were both worried about Mac, who was currently bleeding out thanks to a gash on his belly when he decided it’d be a good idea to get into a knife fight with someone.
They’d started on building a small fire immediately and Jack was on a constant lookout in case anyone decided to bother checking out the smoke. Riley was doing her best to make sure Mac was warm and comfortable.
After doing another sweep of their makeshift campsite, Jack walked over to them and sat on the other side of Mac, “How you holdin’ up?”
Mac lifted his bloody hand from his wound and shook it, giving Jack a glare.
“Right. I guess you’re doin’ a little bad.”
Mac replaced his hand and groaned, “Understatement.”
“Well, good news,” Jack rummaged around in his jacket pocket, “I have a needle and thread here, so we could stitch you up real quick, if you want.”
“Why’d you pick up a needle and thread?” Riley piped up.
“You never know what weird shit Mac’s plans may call for. Good thing those terrorists were hiding out in an abandoned crafting supply store, huh?”
Mac groaned as he sat up to inspect the needle, “Yeah, I think I can do without the tetanus. Or the pain that comes with sewing up a wound with cotton.”
“Oh, I know not to use cotton, hoss. That’s why this thread is actually silk.” Jack showed Mac the end of the thread, a sticker that was labeled 99¢ with “SILK” just under the price.
“Whatever. Don’t want to do it.”
Jack frowned and turned to Riley, “What’s the ETA on exfil, Riles?”
Riley grabbed Jack’s wrist to look at his watch, “Two, maybe three hours.”
“Alright so it’s either extinguishing or risking tetanus and I’d rather take a risk than watch you bleed to death, hoss.”
“Okay, first,” Mac grunted, “it’s ‘exsanguination’, second, tetanus could just as easily kill me.”
“Yeah, but by the time you get it we’ll be back home and not in the middle of nowhere.”
“And that’s still if you get it,” Riley added.
Mac let out a long and pitiful groan, “Fine.”
“Besides, you’re more likely to get an infection.”
“Riley,” Jack whispered harshly, “why would say that after he just agreed to gettin’ patched up?”
“Come on, Jack, he already knows the dangers this might bring, right Mac?”
“Yep.”
“See.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jack started to stick the thread through the needle while Riley helped Mac lay back down. After much trial and error, Riley eventually took the needle from Jack and stuck the thread in the first try.
“Need to bring your reading glasses next time?”
Jack fake laughed and took the needle back from her. He moved to Mac and started to lift up his shirt, “Now, you know this is gonna hurt like hell.”
Mac gave Jack a pleading look, “Let’s just get this over with.”
Jack sighed, having zero desire to hurt his kid, but knowing this’ll help in the long run, “Okay.” He positioned the needle under the gash and Mac squeezed his eyes shut before Jack pulled back, “Wait, hang on a sec. Hold this.” Jack handed the needle to Riley and started to unbuckle his pants.
“Um.”
“Don’t make it weird, dude. It’s just something for you to put in your mouth.” Jack stopped, Riley groaned, and Mac face-palmed.
“Way to make it weird, Jack.”
“Shut up! You know what I’m talkin’ about!” Jack angrily wrangled with his belt then handed it to Mac. He waited for Mac to fit it in his mouth and got the needle back in position when Mac gave him a thumbs up.
The needle pierced Mac’s skin and he inhaled sharply. Were the needle bigger than a sewing needle, the pain likely would’ve been worse. He briefly thought that this was nothing, it was something he could handle, but it pierced again and he couldn’t deny that it hurt.
He flinched at the next poke and Jack brought his free hand up to rest on the blond’s stomach. The delta gently brushed his thumb on Mac’s skin, hoping that his touch offered some kind of comfort when Mac flinched again. Riley took Mac’s hand in hers and didn’t protest when he squeezed it a little roughly. They both do their best to help Mac ride out the pain as Jack finished stitching him up.
The second Jack said “done”, Mac spat out the belt and goes to sit up but the hand still on his stomach prevented him from doing so.
“Whoa, hey, slow down there, hoss. This thread was designed to keep clothes together, not human skin.”
“As opposed to other kinds of skin?” Riley said. Jack gave her a look and she raised her hands in a shrug as Mac let out a quiet laugh.
“What I’m saying is, take it slow cause it’ll probably come apart real easy.” Jack removed his hand but Mac remained flat on his back.
“In that case,” Mac huffed, “I think I’m gonna sit here for a while.”
“Hey, you do what you gotta do, man. We gotcha.”
Riley moved to lay down beside Mac, hand still in his and Jack started to take off his jacket. The oldest agent placed it on the youngest, despite his protests, and laid down on the other side of him. “Don’t want you catchin’ a cold to go along with that possible infection.”
“It’s not even that cold.”
“Then why’re you shaking, Mac?” Riley asked.
Mac sighed and accepted his fate before leaning into Jack’s warmth and squeezing Riley’s hand.
The three basked in the comfort of each other’s presence as the fire continues to snap and pop. The woods are cold and uncomfortable and the youngest of them is suffering through a stinging pain in his side but there was no place he’d rather be than next to his family.
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sonicposting · 3 months
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i have written a small sonadow fanfic with 1,422 words!
Warnings: Major Character Death
Additional Tags: comfort/hurt, because of the way the Fic goes, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Soft Shadow the Hedgehog, he can be a bit soft. as a treat, i mean it's not that big but eh, Reading, Mentioned Miles "Tails" Prower, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Character Death, Not Beta Read, No beta we die like [SPOILERS], Sonic the Hedgehog is a Dork, if you read the fic and you think it should be tagged differently PLEASE let me know!
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Do you think you could write about Kyojuro and a reader that has separation anxiety?🤔🤔🤭
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Demon Slayer
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Character(s): Kyojuro Rengoku
Genre: Fluff + Comfort
Type: Headcanon
Description: Who knew a lunch trip and an impending departure would end with more than a few feelings spilt?
Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Reader is Part of The Corp, Pre-Relationship(We've got Pinning :D, Can Also be Read Completely Platonically)
I sure can!
Thanks for requesting btw, I appreciate it <33
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The morning sun encroached upon the harsh shadows, filtering through the rustling leaves as if dancing across his figure was it's only purpose. Hugging the apples of his cheeks and glittering in his amber eyes. His voice, though boisterous, was gentle upon your ears, breathy but not overbearingly so. He sung praises and inquired what you'd both eat upon reaching town. Something he did perhaps too often when he was with you
"It all sounds good, Kyo." A hushed laugh fell from your lips, a smile tugging at your cheeks. "Perhaps we should visit them all, then! Having good food before we part is a must and having more wouldn't hurt." With how he marched on, he couldn't see the way your face froze mid beam
Clammy hands clenched and tugged at your layered pants, releasing only once your anxious heart settled enough to seem okay, "You shouldn't spend so much, you know." His hair moved with the shake of his head, falling over his shoulders and tickling his neck, "If it's for lunch with you, then how much I spend means nothing!" You nudged his arm when he looked back at you in earnest, your face warm, "Be responsible!"
Empty paths soon met bustling streets and your personal spaces met invasion. Shoulders were bumped and distance was inevitable. He would stop each time and stand as an impenetrable wall until you reached him again, however
Sunlight was blocked by buildings both short and tall, alleys were painted gray by blocked shadows and towering walls. Yet it was warm, smiles passed and laughs exchanged. Some couples, some families. Everyone seemed to feel at home. The subtle aching in your soul felt far, but pinched with every scare.
"Ah, there it is!" His calloused hand found yours, grip firm but gentle, "C'mon, (Y/n)!" He tugged you forward, guiding you like the breezing wind. You stumbled once he pushed from the crowd, sides knocking with another's. Relief of pressure settled on your bones, shaking them with each calming breath. He was still smiling, beaming just like the blazing sun. Everything about him was bright and it drew you in just as it had the day you met him. It made you feel like a gullible moth, doomed to die at the wailing flames arms
Someone sat you both down quickly, a nervous energy shaking them similar to you. The building smelled rich and spices tickled your nose with every breath. "What are you going to have? I'm thinking of ramen or miso." Of course you are, you wanted to say, but you remained quiet instead. "(Y/n)?" You breathed deeply, "Ramen." He laughed, "Can never go wrong with that!"
You wondered how he could do that, smile when death and heartache looms at every corner. Usually he put you at ease, but today all he seemed to do was squeeze your heart in his hands. How many more times am I going to see you beam? Is today the last day I have with you? You could only hope his eyes didn't recognize your boiling anguish. Nothing ever went your way though, did it?
With your orders placed, he continued chatting idly despite the one sidedness. His voice was quieter than normal, as if he was more focused on gauging your engagement. "Hey, (Y/n)?" You lifted your head with a hum, eyes curious from his call out. "What do you call a cat without whiskers?" A huff jumped from your chest, exhaled as a light wheeze, "I don't know, Kyo. What is it call?" A grin stretched across his face, "A whiskful cat!" It was ridiculous, the joke. It shouldn't have made you laugh the way it did yet you hadn't the gull to be mad at that. The silly punful joke shook your very core and stole every bit of air from your lungs
The aching pain you felt was replaced with the rattling of your ribcage and tensing of your tired muscles. "That's..." You took a moment to breathe, leaning against your hand, "That's so stupid, I love it." His smile brightened with yours, "I've got more!" Shifting, you shake your head, "You're going to send me into an early grave, Kyo."
Once your stomachs were full with warm food, you both left and made way to the outskirts of town. The sun layed upon the horizon and the sky became a gentle pink...and your heart sunk lower and lower. All until it pressed uncomfortably against your twisting gut
He moved forward with his head held so high, as if there were no doubts within his mind. A part of you envied that despite it being far from the truth. But perhaps you envied in his strength rather than his stature. "(Y/n)?" He called you, stopping with a turn. "Yeah?" You found the cloth of your pants within your hands once again. "Are you alright?" Your breath caught in your throat. "You've been a little out of it today and...well, everytime we have to go you seem to be." Steeling yourself, you managed to speak beneath your breath, "I...I hate leaving- you leaving.."
"It gets..hard to function when I realize we won't be near each other...I can't breathe right knowing that-" Warmth rests on your shoulder, like a blanket placed over you by a loved on a chilly night, and only moments later...it finds your body. Enveloping your heart and mind, drowning doubts and bubbling fears, soothing any weeping from your anxious soul. The weight pressed to your chest alleviates some of the pain, little by little until it's just the shaking of your figure
Your lungs ached as if you ran miles to reach his arms. "We'll always come back to each other..." He squeezed, "I promise." Carefully, he leaned back from you, "No matter the rivers or mountains, I'll come back to you." And as the stars began to rise, he smiled as gently as they twinkled.
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lectric0onme · 18 days
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just remembered of a thing I started but never ended on The View Between Villages (by Noah Kahan) as Remus' song when he's getting back to Hogwarts.
Still a draft tbh
"Air in my lungs ‘til the road begins As the last of the bus leave their homes again He eventually had got himself to quit it, the smoking habit, for so many years; how many? ten?, twelve maybe. Those years where he had tried to quit everything that held memories in it. Everything that even slightly could bring him back to images of his past.
He found himself agreeing that forgetting, or at least pretending to forget, could be his only salvation. Because he couldn’t take it.
Of course he fucking couldn’t. You know what fucking happaned.
But here he was again. with a rolled cigarette between his fingers, close to his face. And, oh if everything was as easy as this! Smooth and controlled movements of poisonous air slipping through his lips.
It's not that he was ready to face it all together again, surely he wasn't. He knew it, everyone knew it, even Dumbledore had to know it.
When things like that happen to people; when you're left alone, so alone and in so much pain that even being remembered every month of the monster that's in you isn’t as big of a problem, and when betrayal happens to people, that type of betrayal that leaves you broken and shattered as those bottles of alcohol on the kitchen floor, it’s not something that can go away in a lifetime.
Remus doesn't know how many more lives he’ll have to live for the ache to go away.
It's also true that you grow to be grateful for it, because you reach a certain point where you know that pain is the only thing keeping the sharp pieces of your heart together. And, if you still have a little bit of rationality in you, you’re fucking grateful for it because you don’t want yourself to get lost. so fucking lost as in Barty Crouch Jr lost. But so, yeah, he was smoking, waiting for all the students to finally get on the train. And he was proud of himself because he wasn’t thinking about Them (yet). Even though he had been away from the Wizarding World for so long, away from all the lazy magic and snob looking robes, he had controlled himself not to think of Them now that he had it all in front of him again.
He was 'just annoyed to go to work', that’s what Remus said to himself. And I’m splittin’ the road down the middle For a minute, the world seemed so simple And he tried to keep his mind cool, of course he did. He was so deeply thinking of not thinking about it, about Them.
He got on the train and found an empty carriage; he sat, without thinking of how empty it was and how it was different and how it could have never been the same again because all his friends, well, all his friends were d–; anyway. He took his coat off, he sighed, he closed his eyes for a moment forcing himself to relax.
He couldn’t get emotional, he had to repeat to himself how the things really were. By now he had become good at forcing himself to think of his life as split in two, and he realized that in this way everything felt easier. He had learnt how to distance himself from his past life.
So, he thought, it’s easy, repeat it. you had a great life, love, happiness, your friends brought these things to you. But now they are gone, and it’s been long since it happened. You’re not that person anymore. Don’t think about them, he encouraged himself, because they’re not here. They are all dead.
(well not all of them but he preferred thinking it this way, it’s easy to think about Him as something that no longer existed in those same places).
So it was easy, wasn’t it? We had been happy and now he wasn’t anymore, because he was alone. Simple, right?
Of course not. Feel the rush of my blood, I’m seventeen again The train is now moving and the carriage has never been this quiet. And it will never be not quiet again. Remus can feel himself starting to lose his cool.
His mind starts floating back to all the little moments that happened here. He can smell the chocolate frogs being unwrapped, he sees the rolled eyes at bad jokes and recals the shyness of talking about his summer.
He lives through all of that again. and it brings him chills. I’m not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again He didn’t want to, but as he nostalgically feels all that (now gone) love again he can’t stop himself from confronting it to what he has now.
Because, once, he had dreams. He had dreams because he had people he would have liked to realize them with. He had the fucking love of his life by his side, for god’s sake! He dreamt of a warm summer in a cottage back in Wales and a cozy winter in some pubs in 'Muggle' London. With Him.
But now, of course, he doesn’t have dreams anymore. How can a man dream when he can barely live?
And of course he is not scared of death, he is alone here, he hasn’t something worth living for. Actually he hopes for it. He hopes death will come to him him by surprise and hold him gently and never stopping.
And it’s not that he didn’t thought of “forcing” it on himself. He just didn’t want to be like his fucking father. It’s just me and the curve of the valley And there is meanin’ on Earth, I’m happy Again, Remus thinks of the differences. And, yeah he’s nostalgic but he has control over what he's thinking. He is rationalizing it. It’s still easy because he has his life split in two.
A long time ago he was happy. his friends, their love, made him happy. Remus knows that he is cursed, he knows that without them, alone, he would have never found peace. He was grateful for them. he loved them so fucking much because they were his entire life. They were his meaning of everything.
But now, as he lazily brings his eyes on the scratched window on his side, he can not ignore how lonely and far away that feels.
He is alone, in the place where everything good in his life had started. The place that for six years he thought of as the train that reunited all of the people he loved. But now he only is there, alone. Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh And so he keeps his eyes focused on the landscapes passing by. He should probably fall asleep. He's not scared of nightmares anymore. Yes, he should probably close his eyes, stop watching outside the window.
But, oh.. Passed Alger Brook Road, I’m over the bridge A minute from home, but I feel so far from it...
That's it (for now, maybe??), thanks.
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vailry · 2 years
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.• ‘’ ღ leaving you lonely , 1.1k words
———— includes traveler, paimon, and beidou for a few sentences ღ‘’ • .
love note , contains consensual somnophilia
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Today has been such a long and hard working day for you, your back was aching and every step felt like walking on needles. Commissions were extremely busy today and walking back and forth to Ritou and then back to Inazuma City was a painful experience. You were tired and you were almost blacking out every minute or two, every step made you feel even more drowsy. Finally twisting the bedroom door knob, you inhaled the blanket's smell. It smelled like Kazuha’s regular scent, minty and sweet, honestly it was addicting to you.
Since Kazuha was busy helping the Traveler and Beidou out on the seas, you’d have to wait for him to come back later. So honestly, falling asleep right now would be the best idea now. As you blinked your eyes and yawned once more, you clenched the silky blankets and went fast asleep.
“Alright, we’re back in Ritou. You guys be safe alright? I’ll be back in Liyue if you ever need me, Traveler.” Beidou waved at the two before shouting out to her crew, dropping the sails and sailing away. “Thanks for helping us today, Kaedehara Kid!” Paimon said, slapping her tiny hands on his shoulders as a sort of phrase. “Though, you wouldn’t stop muttering about this girl-“ Kazuha locked eyes with Paimon before his cheeks turned a soft pink. He looked embarrassed but just shook it off right after. “Sorry for that, but you're welcome. I’ll see you two next time then.” Paimon lifted her arms and stretched before waving goodbye at Kazuha. Soon they both parted back to their respective places.
Every step of the way going into Inazuma City was him thinking of you- he remembered the things you did to him this morning like your morning kisses, and your sweet and heart-melting ‘I love you!’’s. It wasn’t surprising to find him in a blushing mess. Soon he was in Inazuma City, walking on the stone sidewalk and finally coming back to his house.
Swiftly opening the front door, he noticed the cluttered decorations on the floor of the hallways. ‘Shit! Did somebody break in?’ Kazuha thought to himself. Heavily puffing, he ran towards the bedroom and opened the door just to find you in your work attire.
Kazuha had a sigh of relief before looking at the angel in front of him, his girlfriend. Shutting the door behind him, he removed pieces after pieces of clothing, dropping it on the ground as he climbed his way on the bed. You were gorgeous- absolutely breathtaking to him. He rubbed his two bandages fingers up and then back down to your chin, then taking his thumb and rubbing your plush lips.
Leaning into your warm body, he grabbed your waist and pecked your lips with occasional gentle bites here and there. He made his way down to your neck, then to your collarbone, and then finally pushing away your top to see your perky tits. “F-fuck..” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on just seeing you so defenseless like this.
He cupped one breast, sucking on the exposed nipple. The other hand stroking his clothed cock, precum leaking out and spewing onto your thighs. His whimpers overcame your quiet snoring as he kept flicking his tongue on your tit. “Darling, I’m sorry I can’t take this anymore..” Kazuha slid down his boxers exposing the precum covered cock. Stroking it softly and swiftly, he slid aside your panties and set the tip in front of your entrance. “Mhhhn..” You groaned, twisting and turning for a few seconds before lying down still again. Setting his two arms beside you, he pushed his tip inside making you shiver and bite your lip gently. Kazuha cooed at you, rubbing your cheek and kissing your lips hungrily.
“I love you, [y/n]. You’re so fucking beautiful and perfect- Nnnghh..” He groaned as he pushed a few more inches into your tight walls. Exhaling heavily before pushing in the last few inches, he looked back at your relaxed face and kissed you once more. Lifting his left hand up to your side, he gripped it gently before thrusting in and out of you slowly. Moans and whimpers filled the room, echoing throughout the hallways.
He wrapped his hand around your breast once more, twisting the nipple before sucking on the breast’s skin. One on your tits, two on the shoulders, and three on your neck. You were practically covered in his love bites. He fluttered his eyelashes at you before closing them, still thrusting his hips deep into you.
“K-Kazuha, darling..?” You muttered
He opened his eyelids to see you rubbing your eyes and groaning from waking up. “I-I’m so sorry my love, I hope I don’t make you mad..” You covered his mouth with your hand and shook your head, “This is a perfect way to wake up. You can keep going.” With your command, he kept bucking his hips into you, balls hitting the curves of your ass. Your hand moved to his loose ponytail, gripping it making him groan.
“Kazuha, dear. Please go faster..” You pulled him into you, his right hand grabbing your hickey covered shoulder. He set his head to the crook of your neck and shoulder before becoming a moaning mess. He did of course go faster, and a bit more harder than he was before. He hugged you deeply as if he was never going to let you go. “Hhhnn.. [y/n].. M’ close..” Kazuha murmured into your shoulder.
You rubbed his back before clenching your hand around his hair once more, “I’m close too, let’s do it together.” You lifted his head up and placed your loving kisses onto his face everywhere, his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and maybe a few pecks on the nose. As you were feeling your high coming closer, you tightened around Kazuha making him whimper and moan. He was a drooling mess for you.
Every thrust with your tight gummy walls was a bliss to him, you were practically milking his cock right then and there. Your slick liquids were leaking out and onto the bed sheets making a sticky mess, not that it was even noticeable to you anyways. You and Kazuha were both a sweaty pile, but that didn’t matter to the both of you. The only thing that mattered right now was melting into each other. “Hhnngg! Kazuha- M’ coming!” You said heavily with a few pants in between the words. He gripped your sides and thrusted faster and harder, rubbing your clit in circles making you go crazy.
“F-fuck! Coming!” You both exclaimed before your sweet release. Strings of white leaked out of you and onto the already soaked blankets and bed sheets. You both panted heavily before Kazuha had collapsed onto you. He dragged his fingers to your pussy, pushing back his cum back inside of you.
“Welcome b-back home, Kazuha..” You hungrily kissed his lips, saliva leaking out from the corners of your lips. Pulling apart each other were two saliva strings that soon collapsed. Kazuha wrapped his arms around your warm body as he placed his face onto the middle part of your chest. “G’night [y/n].” He murmured, you rubbed his head as you spoke, “Goodnight, Kazuha..”
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AHHSJJSJ!! sorry for such a short writing! i spent only an hour or two writing and got distracted a few times!
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xxnu11-sku11xx · 7 months
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How To Rule Earth Worms
Hello everyone! I made a short original story, and I though it would be a good idea to share it with everyone!
Warning: It involves worms (obviously) and semi-graphic descriptions of corpses
A man was born, lived, and died without even being known. No spouse, children, or idea of his was ever created. And if so, it was never heard of. Parents were never in the faded picture of his life, gone from a very young age for him.
And now he lays.
Under the ground.
Alone.
Not a single flower or present touching his tombstone.
It was no surprise to him when the creatures of underneath would not try to touch him. The beetles would sometimes graze on him, the moles would pass by without a care, and the ants wouldn’t even build their nests near him or use him for food.
But the worms.
Ooooh, the worms.
The worms loved him, and they couldn’t get enough of him.
They would burrow into him, full of joy and glee. They would get comfortable in him, and would stay. They would even talk to him, oh god they would talk to him. They would talk about so many things to him: gossip on other bugs, recent updates on the mites that infected the ants, the time of day outside, the weather. But mostly, they gave him praise. 
“We are so glad you gave us this body to feed us.”
“You kept up your body so well before death, it’s even in great condition now!”
“Hail to you! Your body keeps us fed!”
For the first time, he felt seen. If he had known he could be this loved in death, he would’ve made himself die a long time ago! He loved their talk, he loved their praise. He could never tell them to leave.
And so they stayed.
And ate.
And bred.
And ate.
And bred more.
They ate and bred until his body was almost hollow of himself, and full of them. It was never quiet inside him anymore, their voices many and loud.
Slowly though, their words became less about praise. Now, they are mainly full of sorrow, full of worry.
“Soon your body will be gone, where will we feed?”
“We have eaten your body to the shell. Where will we go after?”
“Your body was a great one, I don’t think I’ll find one like it for a long time.”
Hearing these words made his heart, the only part of him they never touched, ache. Soon, his body would be gone. Soon his friends, his only friends, would be gone. And then he would be alone.
Again.
He couldn’t go back to that, he couldn’t if he tried.
He needed to find a way to keep them fed, and to keep the shell of his body intact.
One of his friends had mentioned that someone had moved in to the plot next to him, an elderly woman they said. There was much talk of her during her funeral, they said. She had a spouse, wonderful children, and many grandchildren to spoil. There was even talk of a great grandchild on the way! 
When he heard this, it gave him an idea.
She had lived a full life by the look of it, so it wouldn’t be so bad if she fueled the one he would soon have. When he told his friends, they cheered on his idea. His body wriggling as they danced inside him.
“Yes, yes, what a fantastic idea!”
“You have kept us fed again, bravo!”
“Thank you, thank you! You are such a kind man!”
Slowly, he tries to shift his shell, seeing if he can move. Getting his bearings back on his form, he starts to paw at the dirt around him. The feeling of the dirt enclosed around him is starting to feel unbearable to him now. He craves the feeling of the fresh air on his skin. He craves the adoration of his worms. He craves the flesh of the body next to him.
His pawing becomes digging, and that digging becomes his arms flailing in the dirt. His flailing gets faster and faster as he feels more cool air through the cracks in the dirt. 
He must get out.
He must get out.
He must get out now.
Due to his efforts, he has himself from his earthy prison and can see the land around him again. His friends inside him are rejoicing, commemorating him for his strength. And after the time of cheer is over, they remind him of the task at hand.
It seems that the time he escaped is night. That seems the best for the deed he is about to do. His friends point him to the grave he’s looking for, and he starts to dig. The old woman’s family seemed to have enough money to shell out for a coffin, how sweet of them to do that for her.
Too bad she’ll no longer rest in it.
On the other side of the cemetery, a guard hears a commotion from far away and decides to go investigate with their lantern as their only protection. As they came closer to the source of the noise, they started to try and decipher what it was.
Is that noise… The sound of someone eating?
When they found the source of the noise, the sight in front of them made them want to vomit.
The shell of the man was hunched over the woman’s corpse, his mouth wide open as a never ending stream of worms pours out of it . The worms are happily eating away at the body without a care in the world, looking as if they’re enjoying themselves a great amount. The man was not paying any attention to them, enjoying the fact that he has fed his wonderful friends again. In fact, them standing there in such a vulnerable position gave him another great idea…
It has been a long time since he has met his friends in the earth. His face he has contorted to look like theirs, feeling a stronger kinship to them than the beings he was with when living. And now there are many more friends than before, all of which he keeps safe in his shell. He feeds his friends often with both living and dead flesh, some human and some animal. He feeds them more and more until they’re full, and even stores leftovers inside him to feed new friends when they breed.
His reward for this is the love, adoration, and praise from his friends, getting to hear all of their chatter fill up the empty space inside of him. The chatter buzzes into white noise only he can decipher. A few have even traveled to live in his ears, where they whisper their own special praise and guiding words to him.
In one of these special conversations one of them compared him to a king: ruling over them with his body, fighting off the creatures they use for food to keep them fed and safe, and them praising him like he is one. 
Him?
A king?
A man of power?
He never knew he could have such a title! And one given to him by the friends he loves so much? It gave him an idea, one that he was not sure they would root for: for them to call him their king.
 He presented his idea to the masses and…
They loved it! They really loved it! What a better name to call him than the one they had before! This made him ecstatic! He couldn’t wait to hear them call him this!
Some friends decide to accentuate “king” or call him similar titles like “liege” or “lord”, but they all had the same amount of meaning to him.
He fed them.
He kept them safe.
He loved them.
They ate.
They bred.
And they loved him.
A giving ruler with a taking kingdom.
A shell of a human.
A king of worms.
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RIVER OF DREAMS hypothetical universe
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After Carter took you to the mall that time, you told Joel you felt like you were going crazy from being cooped up in the trailer. Joel punished both of you and luckily Carter got off with only a busted lip, nothing he couldn’t handle. After Joel calmed down, he hypothetically told both of you that you could go out sometimes, as long as you told Joel where you were going and it was less than an hour’s walk.
The next week, you were on the way to the river to fish, and you both got sprayed by a large, unusual looking skunk. It didn’t smell like anything, but you quickly started to feel funny, like you were high.
You had to strip and wash the spray off before it got any worse. Carter tried to give you privacy while not letting you out of his sight. Your body suddenly felt so hot that the cool water was soothing. You began to feel things you normally only felt when Joel was touching you. . . like desperation for cock.
You stayed in the water, scrubbing yourself with a smooth stone, trying to get the substance off, but it didn’t help. The pressure was so intense you had to relieve it, or you might explode. You turned to face away from Carter and began to feel your breast and touch yourself under the water. You didn’t want to penetrate yourself because of the river water. This made it slow-going because the overwhelming sensation was a need to be filled. It only got worse.
Then, you heard Carter moaning and it made your whole body physically ache with tension. You turned around to see his arm flexing, facing away from you, water up to his chest. You wanted it so bad you began to tear up. You would never willingly betray Joel, and neither would he, but this felt like a physical, biological emergency like your heart might actually explode.
You swam over to him and when you said his name, he jumped. He glanced back at you without turning around. “I. . .need a minute, darlin’. I dunno what that was, but I. . . ohhh.”
“I need help,” you begged. “I can’t do it myself like this.”
“Ohh fuck, don’t say that,” he groaned. “Makin’ it worse.”
“Please,” you pleaded. “Can I watch at least?”
“Alright fine,” he turned around. "Not gettin' out of the water though." You watched each other masturbate. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was all messed up and his body–you’d never seen him like this, never imagined he looked so good. His muscles, tattoos, scars, the veins on his arms. He watched you with his mouth open, eyes fixating on your tits right above the water.
“It’s not working,” you whined with your heart pounding. His must have been, too. He had one hand on his chest.
“I know,” he finally admitted. He got close to you and stuck two fingers onto your neck to feel your pulse. “Alright, this is dangerous,” he muttered. Something came over you and while he was that close, you hugged him, and wrapped your legs around him. You couldn’t stop your body from doing it, and you tried to get at an angle where he would enter you. His hard shaft against your front made it so much worse.
He resisted. “Whoa, no way, absolutely not,” he held you by the shoulders and put distance between you. You apologized but also tried again to get closer. You were apologizing and trying all the while like you needed it to live.
His hands slipped down to your breasts like he couldn't control them, but his arms remained stiff, keeping you at a distance. It was incredible how he stayed composed.
“Shhh, I know, it’s really bad,” he whispered.
“Can I at least suck it?” you asked.
He groaned and looked up at the sky, still palming your tits from arm's length away. With his neck outstretched, you admired his throat and shoulders and collarbone. “Alright,” he relented and wrapped an arm around you to bring you toward the shallow area. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”
He laid so some of his body was above the surface, including his stiff cock that made you drool.
“Get up,” he told you. You stood up, facing him, and immediately started to squat down toward his cock as though drawn by a magnet.
“No,” he laughed, covering himself with one hand, the other resting on his chest. "God damn."
Then he got serious. “You’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “And yeah, you can suck it. Turn around.”
He guided you into squatting over his face, then had you get on your knees. He grabbed your ass with both hands, said “Go ahead,” and pulled you down. He moaned at the first taste of your pusy and you whimpered, then bent forward and took his cock in your mouth.
You sucked him thirstily. The river water taste gave way to a salty, masculine one. He ate you hungrily and you were both moaning. His tongue plunged into your hole, and he only had to thrust it a few times before you came on his face. It was earth shattering and you moaned on his cock, then almost choked on it, then quickly sealed your lips around it again, as best you could, sloppily slobbering as you bobbed your head on his swollen shaft.
He withdrew his tongue and mumbled “yeah,” into your cunt as you finished coming. “Ohh,” he moaned shakily, then he erupted in your mouth with a grunt against your inner thigh.
You felt so, so much better. Your heart rate slowed. You swallowed his cum, then got up off his face and overed yourself with your arms as you waded back into the water.
Carter lifted his head up to look at himself and let out an irritated sigh. “Did you swallow that?”
“I didnt know what to do with it,” you protested.
He followed you back into the deeper water. “We’re in the river, it would just float away. . .”
“But why is it bad,” you asked.
“I just. . .” he tousled his hair and looked off in the distance. “I could do without knowin’ you’ve swallowed my cum.”
“Then you shouldn’t have asked,” you retorted.
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, looking at the water. “Fair enough.”
"I could do without knowing what your dick tastes like," you added.
"Ok, well, ya don't, alright?" He gets serious. "Whatever that was, it made us feel different, taste different, neither of us knows anything."
"And obviously it never happened, right?"
"Yeah," he muttered, crossing a massive arm over his chest to scratch his shoulder.
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Ty for reading 😫 ty Kate for this sinful pic. 💕
Idk if everyone can handle this one so it's rb-restricted for now 😅 but it'll be on the sleepover masterlist if you wanna save it that way.
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toasty-melons · 2 years
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His stupid smile
Eddie Munson x reader short fic
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prompt: You work at a record shop and notice a certain, annoying, metal head visiting very frequently. After he accidentally knocks over a box of records, you find out he may not be as annoying as you originally thought.
warnings: language
other stuff: fem!reader,, just fluff and flirting
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a/n: “normal” you speaking “bold” eddie speaking
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The beginning of fall was always your favorite time of the year. Waking up early when it’s a bit cooler, grabbing a coffee and heading to work. It was just something you really enjoyed about your life. You’ve worked at the record shop, Sound Asylum, for about two years now. Opening was always your favorite thing to do. The sunlight seeping through the tall windows, the absence of people because of the time, the music you would play at a decent volume. All of it was perfect. Until it wasn’t.
After putting on some music you like, you start to wipe down the counter beside the register. Completely focused on what your doing you almost miss the front door chime. The bell signaling that someone had come in. You whip your head around to the clock reading 8:37. It’s currently 8:37 a.m. Who the hell comes to a record shop at 8:37 in the morning. You turn back towards the door and see no one. You look a little further to the right and see a tall, curly headed man looking through a stack of records. His back is to you and you study his usual denim Dio jacket that covers a leather one. You throw your head back and silently groan. Eddie freaking Munson. Eddie had been coming to the shop often for the past two weeks and you hated it. He would tease you for the music you played, the band t-shirt you were wearing, or even the way your styled your hair sometimes. You didn’t realize you were staring until you heard his voice.
“Nice shirt.. didn’t know you were into Zeppelin.” You heard his grin before you even saw it. He’s facing you now and you ease your eyes up from his ‘Hellfire shirt’ to his stupid smile. You didn’t even notice him turn around. You make eye contact with him and huff at his words. “So what about it?” Your remark only makes his smile grow as he starts to inch his was closer to counter but stops short to look through another stack of records.“Nothing.. nothing just.. didn’t take you as the rock and roll type of gal.” He states as he swiftly shifts through the stack, nothing catching his interest. He moves over to the stack next to it. “You seem more into.. i don’t know.. Blondie? The Beatles? Bowie?”You make eye contact with him and shake your head ‘no’ and then you place the cloth you were using to clean the counter with, under the counter top.
“Why are you here so early in the morning?” You hope changing the subject will stop him from teasing you any more about the shirt or your music type. He raises his eyebrows in surprise like he had been caught. Then he starts looking through the records again instead of looking at you. “Uhh.. I couldn’t sleep last night.. so i went for a walk and ended up here.”
“Why?” You don’t why you asked. You don’t care. He’s annoying and mean. Yeah sure he’s kinda cute in a dorky way but you barely know him. He whips his head to look at you, his hair falling behind his shoulders and he angles his body towards you. “Why what?”
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Why were are you still asking. You should just let it go. He’ll just tease you for caring. You lean against the counter and cross your arms, looking at him. You don’t really care, but you are a little bit curious. “Sweetheart if I knew why, I would fix the problem and be asleep right now.” He scoffs in a joking way and walks over to you. In front of the counter. In front of you. He leans against it and crosses his arms mimicking your pose. You feel your cheeks get slightly hot at the way he casually called you sweetheart. Right now he’s a lot closer than he was before, and you could barely make out the growing dark circles that were starting to form under his eyes. His dark, brown, pretty eyes. “Oh..” it was all you could come up with. You could feel his arm against yours and it felt warm.
“‘Oh?’.. You’re usually more responsive than that. Too early for ya?” His head leans to the left a little and his eyes roam your form. He can only see your top half, the rest of you hidden behind the counter. “What is it? Haven’t had your coffee yet or something?” He teases at a softer volume, that stupid smile slowly forming on his face. You can’t help the smile that makes it way onto your face. “Fuck off Eddie..” He chuckles softly at your response. “There she is.. the mean y/n I look forward to chatting with.” He keeps a grin on his face as he leans even closer to you. “I’m not mean.. you’re just.. annoying.”
This causes him to dramatically put his hand over his heart like he’d been shot. His mouth agape as he gasp. “Annoying? Me? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson being annoying? I would have never seen it coming.” You roll you eyes and laugh. Your laughter causes him to smile widely, his dimple prominent on his cheek. “Whatever, you’re not a freak. But you can be annoying.. sometimes.” You tilt your head down and look up at him through your lashes when he doesn’t immediately respond. “.. Wait.. so.. you’re saying you come here to talk to me?” Teasing him because of his previous statement.
You watch as his cheeks and ears turn slightly red as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, his rings catching the sunlight. “Well I mean.. Yeah.” Your mouth drops open slightly, his answer catching you completely off-guard. He pushes himself off the counter and starts to walk backwards.
“I mean.. you just.. ya know.. you’re really funny and smart and pret-…“ The loud crash cuts his sentence short, and both your attentions are directed at the large box of records that was on top of the shelf waiting to be organized, now all over the floor. “Shit! Uh sorry about that!” He tries to laugh off his obvious embarrassment and quickly drops down to the floor to pick up the mess. You hurriedly make your way around the counter next to him on the floor helping him pick up the scattered records. “Here let me help..” He looks over at you and waves his hand in frantic motions.
“No! No, you don’t have too I did it, it’s my fault! I can clean it up.” He grabs what you have picked up from your hands, his fingers grazing yours in the process. He carefully places them back in the box. “I know it’s your fault but you didn’t mean too. Let me help Eddie, it was a lot of stuff that fell out.” He pauses and looks at you. He laughs softly and nods. “Okay okay.. thanks.” You smile sweetly at him.
You slowly start to gather the remaining records left on the floor. Feeling comfortable at your position on the floor, you kind of don’t want to move. Your leg is touching Eddie’s and it’s silent between you two. A warm, comfortable silence. You notice that he’s moving slow as well and you smile to yourself. You feel your cheeks warm again as you recall what he was saying minutes before the accident. Or rather.. what he was about to say. Without looking at him you softly ask, breaking the silence. “So.. you think i’m funny.. and smart?” You can see him stiffen out of the corner of your eye. He clears his throat and nods slowly. “Yeah.. definitely..”
“Anything else.. you think about me?” You look over at him and notice he’s fidgeting with his rings. “Pretty.” He mutters but you don’t quite catch it. “What?”
“I said I think your pretty.” He speaks louder this time but it’s still quiet. Like he only wants you to hear it, even though you two are the only ones in the room. You grin as your blush at his words. “… I think you’re pretty too.” You say jokingly but you really mean it. He laughs and you look down, noticing that the mess has been picked up during the short conversation. He shifts beside you and stands up, offering his hand to help you off the ground. You take it and he pulls you up. His hand his warm and large compared to yours. You pull away first and smile softly before looking down to dust off your pants.
“Hey.” You look up at him and hum softly. “What would you say if I said I wanted to take you on a date sometime?” A smile creeps its way onto your face and you nod slowly. “I would say that sounds like something I would really enjoy.. a lot.” He bites his lip to hold back his smile and nods back. “That’s good.. I promise ill try not to annoy you too much.” You laugh softly and fiddle with your fingers. “So how about I pick you up after you get off tonight and we go get something to eat?”You smile widely. “Sounds great. I get off at 9.”
“Yeah I know.” He winks and makes his way towards the door. Before he walks out he turns and looks at you with that stupid smile and saying ‘later sweetheart.’
Eddie freaking Munson and his stupid smile was soon going to be the best thing to happen to you.
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Some rambling about itsfunneh's YHS and Kyran's and Alec's friendship
Just finished watching the 1st season of YHS!
It's.... KIND OF A MESS? Once again the plot is everywhere and they're not very good at pacing.
Slightly unrelated to the plot; what bothered me the most was the outdated gender roles being pushed on every time.
 --"You punch like a girl." (not the extra misogynistic flavour in this quote) "I'm going to roast marshmallows.. LIKE A MAN!"
There's also another episode where they're looking to buy a present for senpai and Kyran said that Gold shouldn't buy perfume for the former because HE'S NOT HER BOYFRIEND?? ANYWAYS This was 7 years ago and I'm not saying you should harass or cancel the krew for this or whatever (it's extremely pointless and it won't go anywhere). I'm just criticising it because this type of generalisation leads to stereotypes. AND THEN these stereotypes both dictate the way you behave because you're scared that people will put you down and brush you off.
ANYWAYS, I didn't mean to make a long ass paragraph about this but here we are.
Pushing aside the ordeal abt the writing pushing these gender roles, there's a paradox about that and the relationship between Kyran and Alec. It's kind of funny because there are some elements in their dynamic that could become a good conflict between them and it could also say a lot of things about how society works and how words have a lot of power.
- Kyran is your shy reserved weeaboo who's often played as the comedic relief because of his tendencies to just suck at physical activities (me asf)
- Alec is the shady hardworking stereotypical bad boy. He's a murderer's henchman solely because he needs money to support his family.
There is a lot of potential to talk about what boys (and equally girls) have to endure in society and how it can be dealt with.
HEADCANON STUFF HERR!! But if you tweak some stuff, Kyran has the archetype of the guy labelled as "too feminine" because he's not athletic and actually voices out his emotions. But evidently he doesn't want to be seen as feminine because it has negative connotations; when he says "I'm going to roast marshmallows.. LIKE A MAN!" it LITERALLY sounds like he has a fragile masculinity because... society. And I'm not blaming it at all haha... I feel like we've all experienced a slice of this.
Conversely, there's Alec who actually fits into the masc category; he's effortlessly athletic and doesn't feel... much I guess. He doesn't really voice out his emotions like AT ALL but he is put down often because he's kind of seen as a delinquent by most people.
So there's this whole thing between the fear of being called feminine as a masculine individual and being feared by most people simply because of the way you dress/act.
I think that's already a really strong foundation for what will ensue next.
So in season 2 we get to know how they first met in kindergarten.
Kyran was getting bullied by some random dude. But Alec just beats the crap out of that person (which he refers alec as the "MEAN BOY", once again supporting my stuff with Alec being seen as a bad person. But thats just my interpretation of it, like there are so many and tbh u would call anyone mean for punching you if you rhink youre right ig). To me it just kind of makes their friendship a little more complex!
1. it shows that Alec genuinely doesn't give a fuck about who Kyran is as a person because regardless of who he is, that kid was doing something wrong. Alec is a decent person for standing up for someone who couldn't do anything against what was happening at the moment. I know they were like 5 but it shows that in nature Alec instinctively does things for what he believes is right (and it's not the only example of Alec doing something nice).
2. To me it says a lot about how children just don't care about who they're playing with based on physical attributes or whatever UNTIL society makes them learn that it DOES matter.
And these facts are so bittersweet to me because in the camping episode of season 1, they just voice out each other's insecurities. It's not even funny anymore LMAO.
"you're a delinquent!" + Alec poking "fun" at Kyran for being childish/not-a-man-TM, but you could interpret him as just asking these questions out of curiosity. He's actually less confrontational than Kyran in the episode.
Despite knowing that they used to look out for each other and accepted each others' QUOTE AND QUOTE """""" flaws""", whatever outbreak happened between these two must have caused a huge impact on each other's perception of each other. An impact that made them internally say "people must've been right. Alec IS a bad person after all. Kyran IS too emotional."
There's another layer of salt to the wounds because deep down Alec probably also agrees with Kyran for being a delinquent because he's Yandere's henchman.
Some suggestions that could've made this story a bit more engaging and interesting, at least for me:
- making alec hate horror + gore would make more sense to me because his side job is to literally cover up someone's death and all of that.
- we get 0 reasons as to why Alec likes Funneh. I feel like they could've played on the fact that Alec didn't make any friends after Kyran and has always been viewed as the bad guy. But then Funneh just doesn't care about that prejudice and hangs out with him anyway?
- the 2 plots (funneh's life + yandere's killing spree) should've been a bit more intertwined. Murder cases in high school aren't peanuts. I feel like it could've been fun seeing Kyran dragging Gold and Funneh into this whole detective thing meanwhile Alec is reluctantly coming with them and having some inner conflicts. Actually, they should've fleshed out their reasons as to why they're doing this whole detective thing in the first place. There needs to be a huge drawing force as to why, yk? Maybe drawing some inspiration to Heathers and Be More Chill could've been fun too!
- Despite them being in America, I feel like we should've seen more people of colour? Like african descent americans. Their thing literally takes place in THE USA yet most of them are like... white or asian or mixed
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Me too by @alorchik | alorchik
T | 1K | Hawk/Tim | Cozy Corner AU | Fluff | 50s Era
Hawk feels he can afford it now, here, with Tim.
Week Two: for the ‘How do I love thee, let me count the weeks…’ Valentines Celebration.
Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events
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