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carolmunson · 7 months
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agitated from the shadows, can i take it all back? (older!modern!eddie)
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part seven of however many. orange colored sky set list summary: things simmer in the summer, and as it comes closer to a close, whatever is lying beneath comes to the surface. and it's more than eddie bargained for.
tw: 18+ minors dni. this series is about an age gap relationship (reader is in late 20s/early 30s, eddie is in late 30s early 40s. they're around 12 years apart), arguing/yelling, references to drug use, references to smut, references to domestic violence. songspiration: episode | gallant (this is one of my favorite songs of all time so i recommend listening)
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Eddie was always a little sad when Steve left after visiting, but his heart was beating fast in his chest when he hugged him goodbye. Getting Harrington's seal of approval was all he needed to hear. "Keep her around Munson. She's special, you're not gonna top her." "Oh Steve, my guy..." "I'm topping her all the time."
He couln't help the swell in his chest when you both first met, like you'd known each other for years without trying. He even got a little jealous when the night's you'd stayed over, Steve would spend his time deep in conversation with you. You'd trudge upstairs long after Ed had gone to sleep, learning more about him through Steve than he'd told you himself. You guess Steve would know better than anyone else.
You tried to make yourself scarce though, leaving them to their own devices. You knew they had traditions and plans, they spent a couple days out in the Hamptons to say high to another friend. And that was fine, you had other things to catch up on. Work, bills, the world around you that wasn't in a haze of Eddie Munson. You had to cancel a night to see him play at Rockwood Music Hall with Steve when you were too hung over from a birthday party. You hadn't seen that group of friends since college -- it would be stupid to sit at home just because the guy you were seeing was busy. He wasn't even your boyfriend. After a fortnight of semi seeing each other for finally had a night alone. He treated you to drinks at a bar between your respective places. The night was humid, air thick while you both sat otuside sipping your final glasses of wine and stealing bites off each other's plates. You decide to walk back to his place, following the walkway next to the bypass through central Brooklyn. You split a cigarette, talking about the rest of his trip -- you talk about work and the dramatic break up of two of your friends. He lives for the gossip.
He lights another cigarette while you both turn down the top of the street from the parkway. Right at the rotary where you both got caught in the rain on your first date. The street is pretty bare outside of a few cars coming down and around, families normally don't like to hang out too late. All the restauarants were closed for the night. The orangey streetlights glow over the sidewalk, competing with the lighting from the grocery store's red and blue signage, the neons from darkened bakeries and bars. You peer into the windows of apartments that are too high above you for anything discernable outside of a plant or nice light fixture.
"Oh," he starts, letting the smoke out from his first drag, "How was your friend's party? All I heard about was your hang over."
You smile to yourself, "It was fun, got a little too fucked up -- which you heard all about -- but I had a good time. Probably shouldn't have gotten so drunk and then tried coke for funsies -- that was a choice."
"Hm?" he asks, his brows raise while his head turns towards you fast, "What was that?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, I tried coke," your voice is casual when you tell him, like it's not a big deal. You shrug and your nose scrunches, "Probably don't see myself doing it again though."
"Probably don't?" he asks, nodding slowly while you both make your way further down the street to his apartment. He pulls another drag, letting the smoke out before tucking his lips into his teeth.
"Yeah I just -- I dunno," you shrug, "Didn't really love it. It was whatever."
"Y'shouldn't be doin' that shit, peach," he mumbles, "'Specially if I'm not around."
Your brows quirk when he flicks the finished cigarette into the street, "Excuse me?"
"Just..." he sighs, eyes rolling while he considers whether it's worth the fight, "Forget it. S'fine." You're both silent while you make it up the stairs to his apartment, he seems unenthusiastic about you being here this time around. Deflated. You both kick off your shoes at the doorway before heading inside, putting your bag on the entry way table behind the bowl where he puts his keys and wallet. He pulls off his shirt while making his way to the metal spiral staircase, not even tossing you a glance while he heads upstairs. "You comin' back down?" you ask, wondering if you should follow. "Mhm," he nods, "Just changin', gonna shower."
"Can I..." but you trail off, not wanting to invite yourself -- uncomfortable in the silence. In the way he doesn't look at you, in the way he feels far away. The sound of the bathroom door closing puts a weight in your belly, your heart thrums, heat rises on the back of your neck. You settle in on the couch, the steady hum from the central air makes your eyelids heavy -- it was already a late night. You scroll on your phone, listening while the water hits the shower floor up stairs, wishing he'd invited you up. You feel sticky from the heat outside, from the bar air, from the beer someone spilled on your legs. Maybe you should just go. He appears at the top of the stairs when you open the Uber app, clearing his throat to get your attention. He's there in his sweats again, shirtless, tattoos shining under a layer of lotion rubbed into his skin. He tied his hair up, curly wet bun sloppily piled on top of his head, bangs fuzzily drying over his forehead.
"You can hop in if you want," he says, making his way down, "I left a towel by the sink for you. I um, I got that facewash you like -- that one you told me about. It's in the shower already, next to your loofah."
"Oh," your heart flutters a little, voice still meek and quiet. He still doesn't look at you. You exit the app, clicking your phone to sleep before standing up to make it to the stairs, "Thanks...thank you." He shrugs his shoulders when he looks over at you as if to say 'don't mention it'. He barely looks at you when you head up stairs, busying himself by filling up a silver REI canteen by the sink.
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He did leave a towel, as well as a change of clothes. At least you knew he wanted you to spend the night. It's not like he'd let you leave the house this late anyway, you roll your eyes at yourself when you think about booking an Uber moments before.
You take your time, letting the hot water pour over you and calm your tense shoulders. Washing away the stickiness in your chest and on your skin. You scrub your face of any remaining makeup that had melted off on the walk home -- happy to not be using whatever random cleanser he got, trying to pretend he knew anything about skin care before you came along.
Some time had passed by the time you finished, padding down the stairs to see he’d pulled on a shirt. His hair hung in frizzy curls down to his collarbone again, drops of water during the worn black fabric blacker. He’s still in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher with tight shoulders and furrowed brows like he’s thinking about something. “Thanks for the jammies,” you chirp, sitting at the island on your designated barstool. “Yup,” he says, not turning to see you – very interested in the glassware he’s holding instead. Your shoulders droop with how curt he’s being, not used to this sort of standoffish attitude. He didn’t even get this miffed when you shrugged off his suggestion to watch Lord of the Rings and sided with Steve to watch Almost Famous. You hadn’t seen it in years. 
“You okay?” you ask, his shoulders tense. “Yeah baby, I’m okay,” he says, but he shuts the dishwasher a little too hard for that to be true. 
“You don’t seem okay.” 
“I’m fine.” 
“Is this about the party?”
“I said I’m fine, peach,” he repeats. 
“I mean, it’s just a party Ed, it’s like – people go to parties –” 
“I said I’m fine.” He looks at you for the first time since you got in the house. It’s pointed, accusatory, and as much as you wish it didn’t, you immediately get defensive. 
“Wait -– ” you let out a bitter laugh, “Are you mad about the coke? Seriously?” 
“Drop it,” he says lowly, “Let’s not –” 
“Are you seriously upset because I did coke at a party and you weren’t there?” you’re incredulous, “You? Eddie ‘Can’t Remember Berlin’ Munson?” 
“Stop, just forget it–” 
“No, let’s not stop – let’s not drop it. What’s your problem with me going out and enjoying myself? You mad I’m having fun without you?”  “It’s not about you going out and enjoying yourself. That’s not what it is.”
“Then what is it? What is it about me going to that party that’s got you so pissed off?” "'Cause I don't like that -- I don't like hearing that you're out getting sloppy at parties. I don't like hearing that you're trying new shit just for fun when you're by yourself," his gaze is hard while he leans over the island, chain dangling down from his neck. "I'm not by myself, I'm with my friends," you argue back, "Jesus Christ, Ed, I'm almost thirty years old."
"Coulda fuckin' fooled me," he snaps.
"Oh I forgot, you know everything. You've been there, done that. You know so much better than me, don't you?" your sarcasm makes him bite his tongue, anger teasing down his back in a blaze. Eddie hates that he has a short fuse -- he doesn't want to have one with you.
"Who'd you even get it from?" he asks, "Did you know 'em? Did you know if it was clean? Did they test it?" "Do you always know where your drugs are coming from?" you counter back. "Yeah, peach," he says with a nod, "I fucking do. I always know. God, it's like you think you're fuckin' invincible or some shit. I swear --" "I know who I got it from, it was clean -- the guy's loaded," you explain, face hot with frustration, "Can't imagine he's out there passing out fake stuff." The guy's loaded. So it was a guy -- Ed feels sick in a way that he hasn't in years. What was some guy doing telling you to try his shit? How drunk were you? Did you think he was cute? Rich guy? Did he try to pull one over on you? "How much did you pay for it?" he asks, crossing his arms. "What?"
"I wanna know if this guy scammed you, how much did you pay?"
"I didn't," you shrug. Eddie gets quiet, jaw clenching when you mention you got drugs on the house. He only knows one way that that's possible and it makes a rage in him bubble that he tries so hard to contain. His tongue runs over his teeth, trying to choose his words carefully. "You didn't pay for it?" he asks, the question clipped and tight. "No," you shrug innocently. "Did you fuck 'im?" "Wh-what?" the question punches out of you in shock. Why would he ever ask that? Why would he ever assume that? "You heard what I said," he bites, "Did. You. Fuck. Him?"
"No, I didn't fuck him," you hiss back angrily, "Why would you ever ask me that?"
"Can't think of another way to get drugs for free," he challenges back, "Did'ja suck him off? You're always tellin' me how good you are at it -- did you give him a fuckin' show?"
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you get up off the barstool, posture matching his with your arms crossed tight around your chest.
"I'm just asking you a question," he repeats, his shoulders raising up and down in big breaths. "And I answered -- I didn't fuck him for free drugs," your head ticks to the side, "Sorry, not all of us have read the Eddie Munson doctrine."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying that I didn't do what you would've done." Your smart smirk when you finish your sentence makes him dig his nails into his biceps, a reminder to keep his hands to himself -- to calm down. This isn't about the drugs or the guy that gave them to you -- but he doesn't like that this is how you see him. Someone whose reckless and careless, someone who uses people to get what he wants. "Who do you think you are?" he snaps, "Huh? You don't know what you're talking about."
"If the first thing you think when I say I got drugs for free is that I fucked for them, then it's pretty clear that's how you go about your own business. How many people have you fucked for drugs?" you ask, "Actually, a better question would probably be how many people have fucked you for them?" "You told me you used to deal -- so c'mon loverboy, how many women did you have fuck you for drugs? If that's how to do it." Eddie shakes his head, eyes shut and jaw tense, taking a shaky deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth, "I never had anyone fuck me for drugs."
"So why would I have done it? Why do you always assume I'm doing something wrong? Why do you always expect me to act like I know what you know all the time? And better yet -- why does it even FUCKING matter?!" your voice grows higher and louder with each question, watching him get more and more frustrated while you continue, "Why does it even matter when you don't commit anyway? Maybe you're fucking around!" "I'm not -- ugh -- I'm not fucking around, peach!" he snaps back, chucking his water bottle hard into the sink with a loud clang. "Nice, Ed," you nod, arms crossing tighter around you, "Real nice -- what, you gonna hit me? That what's next on your list? Really put me in my place? Sounds so fucking familiar, I wonder where I heard it bef--" "SHUT UP." His voice booms through the kitchen, making you flinch. "Don't you EVER say that shit to me," he bellows, finger pointing directly in your face from across the island, "Don't you EVER make that comparison." You stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheek while he yells. "Do you feel better?!" he asks, voice hoarse and deep, graveled with anger, "Do you feel better now, peach?! Did that help?! Do you feel fuckin' validated?" He watches you shake your head no, tears starting to pool in your eyes. They look up at him, glassy and wet, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. He takes a deep breath, chest sinking when he sees the way you look at him -- silenced and quiet now, because he scared you. Because he's scary -- and that's why he shouldn't be with anyone, that's why it's too much to feel this way about someone. You wipe at your cheeks when the tears spill out, a few whimpers coming from you when you start to cry from how he yelled. From how you don't really know what you're both fighting about, but you both really know and it's terrifying. "Don't -- no baby, I'm sorry, don't cry," he says, his own breath shuddering, "I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry. I won't -- I won't ever raise my voice at you like that." He rounds the corner of the island, coming to meet you on the other side with extended arms. His hands find their way to your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears gathering at your lash line, "I'm so sorry, I won't ever yell like that again. I promise. I -- I'm -- there's no excuse for that." He leans forward to leave a soft kiss on your forehead and the tip of your nose, "I'm sorry."
"That's - sniffle - not what I need you t-to be sorry f-for," you stutter out. He frowns back at you and nods. "I -- peach I just get worried, that's all," he confesses, "I don't really think you went and slept with that guy I just --"
He swallows, thinking about the words he wants to say. His hands drop from your cheeks to pull you in to him. He settles on the barstool, pulling you close to stand between his legs like he has before. "I don't wanna not hear from you for a week only to like, get a text or call from your sister that something bad happened," he says, his dark brown eyes getting as glassy as yours the more he thinks about it. "I know you're an adult, I know you can take care of yourself and that you're safe," he assures, "I promise, I know. I'm just scared." "What're you scared of?" you ask. "Losin' you," he shrugs, "To y'know, addiction or whatever -- or worse. I don't wanna lose you -- I really like having you around. Your -- you've added so much to my life in such a short period of time and I -- I don't know, peach. I think since Steve's wife I just -- It's something I think about." "You being scared doesn't give you the right to accuse me of sleeping around," your face hasn't softened at his explanation, not letting him get away with being an asshole. He likes that about you -- you don't take his shit, "It doesn't give you the right to talk down to me like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"I know," he nods, "That was unfair." "I think you're just trying to find reasons to make me seem not worth it," you let out without waiver, "Even if you have to make them up."
"No," his brows furrow, "No, you're so worth it. Why would you say that?" "You were so quick to accuse me of some wild shit," you scoff, "It's like you're trying to fight with yourself about it. About how you feel and like -- maybe that lady from the bar a while ago was right. Maybe I have been just for fun for you. You got to play house with me, you got to see what a relationship is like for fun and now you can ruin it cause you're over it. Or you're bored." "No -- " he starts, heart thrumming in his chest, throat getting tight, "Peach that's not it at al--" "It seems like it --" "Did you not just hear what I said about losing y--" "I don't wanna hear it, it's just bullsh--" "Baby, I'm trying to be honest with y--" "This is starting to feel like a shitty game that you're trying t--" "I love you." You stop talking at the slight raise in his voice, the weight of the sentence hanging over the both of you in the kitchen. "God peach, I -- I fucking love you. I'm in love with you," he breathes, like he's fully realizing it for himself, too, "I...shit, I think about you all the time. I go to sleep excited cause I know m'gonna see you the next day I...Jesus babe, I -- I love you." Your lower lip wobbles again, "Yeah?" "Yeah," he nods, sighing weakly, "I knew when we got you your glasses. I knew -- I think I knew from the start. And I'm scared cause I -- I don't love people like this a lot." "Just Steve," you sniffle with a watery laugh. He lets out a chuckle, reaching out to pull you close to him by the waist. "Steve's different," he shrugs, "M'never gonna love anyone like Steve."
"I'm sorry for what I said," he reaches up again, running the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, "I'm sorry for yelling." "I'm sorry, too," you match him, hand reaching up to run your fingers through his bangs, pushing them away from his forehead to kiss it. His eyes shut closed at the soft touch, feeling you step close to him while his face rests on your chest. "I..that was fucked up of me to bring up your dad," you shake your head, "I was just angry I -- I'm so sorry." "It's okay," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. He rests his chin on your breasts, looking up at you, "I -- I've done a lot of work to not end up like him. Sometimes it still gets the better of me." "But I need you to know something," his face is soft but serious, "I will never put my hands on you, ever." "Okay," you nod, giving him another kiss on the bridge of his nose. "Only if you ask," he smirks, "Only if you want me to. If we're doing that." You both giggle in that way that couples do when they're being gross, holding each other on the barstool. Silence carries over you when the giggle runs out, both of you exhausted from the night -- from fighting. "I love you, too," you whisper down to him. "Thank god, cause I was really nervous that I just sort of let it all out there for nothing," he whispers back. He stands up, still wrapped up in you, offering you gentle kisses. He holds you there for a minute, you hold each other -- he realizes how tender he is with you. How you pull all of this tenderness out of him. "You're my girl, right?" he asks into the top of your head. You nod into his chest, his hand reaching up to caress over your hair. "Are you mine?" you ask into his shirt. "Yeah," he smirks into a low laugh, "Yeah, I'm your girl." "Can we go to bed?" sleepiness coats the question, a neediness lacing your voice. "Mhm." He leads you up the stairs, calling to his Google home to turn the lights off when you both make it to the top. He got a new candle for his room, something with oud in it. Woody, deep, musky. Ahead of the season. You slip into bed at the same time, leaving your phone on the side table while he slips his glasses on to check something on his. You watch him with his bedside lamp illuminating him from behind. It catches on the frizz in his wavy curls, tied up in ponytail. It bleeds over the slop of his nose and the whites of his eyes. He catches you when he puts his phone to the side, smiling. "What're you lookin' at?" he asks, slipping his glasses off and click out the light. "You just look handsome," you shrug. He murmurs a thank you before dipping down to kiss you when he slides under the covers. For the first time in forever he doesn't want to have sex after a fight -- it almost feels cheap. Like it's a cover -- like he's not really sorry, like he didn't mean all the things he said. "Night, pretty." He pulls you into him when you settle in, your back pressed up against his chest, "I love you." "I love you," you say back, eyes closed, encased in his arms. He's never held someone so tight to him. Not since Chicago.
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noirgl0w · 23 days
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cleaning up bsf!jj after he’s all bloodied and roughed up from a fight and he’s looking at you like you hung the stars bc you’re so kind to him no one’s ever this kind to him
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You were studying for your exam the following week when you heard three familiar taps on the window: JJ.
You got up quickly, so much so that your legs almost failed to get out of bed and head in the direction of the window like a zombie, he had that effect on you, he was like the Pied Piper, he just attracted you.
"You shouldn't be here." You muttered, you hadn't seen him yet and the sight left you speechless. "J?"
He shook his head, stepping into your room. "I'm fine, I'm fine, jus' need a big ass sleeping session." You had to grab his arm, nearly stumbling when he put his other foot inside your room, his muddy boots staining the pretty white floor.
"What happened?" You pouted, he looked really bad, the left side of his face was purple. "Was it your dad?"
He shook his head and you understood, less talking and more action, you guided him to the bathroom and left him sitting there on the toilet lid while you snuck to your brother's room to get clean clothes for him.
"What are you doing?" He asked when he saw you coming, whispering your name. "No, I'm not going to take a shower now, I just want to sleep."
"My roof, my rules." You murmured, kissing him on the cheek. "You're going to have to dry yourself with my towel, because I don't think I have another one here right now…"
He growled, secretly loving the way yo took care of him, you looked so scared and he wondered if you knew how pretty you looked at this moment.
JJ shook his head. "The one you use to dry yourself with, naked?"
"Sorry about that." You whispered shyly, kissing his forehead. "I'll be right outside, let me know when you're done so we can take care of those wounds, yes?" You muttered, grabbing him by the chin and looking at the bruise on his face.
When he nodded you left the room, going to the kitchen to quickly grab the cleaning products mopping the floor quickly before he was done with his shower, not wanting anything to be stained with mud.
When JJ got out he oppened the door, leaning against the door frame as he looked at you, who was sitting on the floor like a puppy waiting for its owner.
"You having fun there?" He teased, helping you get up, you cursed yourself for thinking he looked good, he was only wearing some grey sweatpants of all the clothes you had gotten for him, and damn did he look good. You shouldn't think that about your injured bestfriend, but couldn't help yourself.
You sat on the sink, and he stood there looking at you.
"It was some kook." He whispered, hissing at the feeling of the alcohol-soaked cotton against his knuckles. "He ended up worse than me, just so you know it."
It made you sigh. "I don't care about how he ended up, I care about you." This made him frown. "And you are going to be sore for at least a week."
JJ looked at you, those baby blue eyes of his fixated on the way yours were shinning with worry, he didn't understand it, as if you couldn't be worried about him. Because you were good, nice, and he was, well, he was JJ Maybank.
You put everything back in the kit, and stood up from the sink, watching him with concern. "Why did you fight with a kook, Jayj?"
"He said... well he said ugly things about the pogues... about you and Kie... and you know, I wasn't going to allow it, no, that dick face couln't get away with it alright?" He sighed. "They just... they think they have the right to treat us as if we are trash, I mean, I kind of am but... You and kie? You?" JJ shook his head. "No, I don't even know how I got so lucky that I'm here and you are taking care of me, that asshole is not going to disrespect you in my face."
He looked in awe as you blushed, hugging him so tight that he could feel your heartbeat against his.
The closest he's ever had to you.
"Lets go to sleep, alright? You look tired..." You said, as if you weren't dying to share your bed with him.
And he of course happily accepted.
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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year
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Sleep overs are for children
Simon Riley x reader
Just some cute domestic fluff that our ghostly needs
Warnings: this isn't proof read so poor grammar 😂
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Simon laid on his back looking at the ceiling eyes wide awake. He sighed turning his head over to look at the clock; 4:13am. He groaned, his insomnia is getting worse.
Simon got out of bed grabbing his mask and putting it on. He turned on the light and searched for a pair of clothes to put on. He found a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and a skeleton hoodie. He slipped on his slippers and went into the kitchen. He went to the cubard in search of some tea. Maybe tea will help him fall asleep. He put the tea kettle on waiting for the water to warm up. He searched the fridge for something to eat. He grabbed a pack of eggs and decided to cool some breakfast. While he was scrambling the eggs he heard a snicker behind him. He looked over his shoulder to find y/n pulling out their phone.
"Dont even think about it" ghost whispered
"Too late its already in the group chat" they chuckled
Simons phone vibrated and he looked at the groupchat
Y/n:
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Simon sighed putting his phone away
"What am i going to do with you" he turned back to his eggs placing them on a plate.
"Why are you up so early?" Y/n asked sitting on the counter
"Couln't sleep"
simon grabbed a fork and lifted his mask up taking a bite of his eggs. He set the plate down and poured the hot water in his pink mug. He grabbed some jasmine tea and put it in a filter dipping it into the water.
"You want some?" He asked
Y/n nodded "sure"
"How do you like it?" He grabbed the sugar and put a two scoops in it
"Straight like my ex" they replied
Simon snorted quietly grabbing your mug pouring the tea in it handing it to you
They took a sip while simon finished eating his eggs.
"Why are you up?" He asked
"Same thing. I couldn't fall asleep so I decided to get some snackies" y/n went to the pantry and pulled out some cookies
"Cookie?" They offered
Simon set his dish in the sink and plucked the cookie out of their hand and ate it. he grabbed his mug drinking the last of his tea before setting it down on top of the dish walking out of the kitchen with y/n trailing behind
“Sleepover?” they asked catching up to Simon. He looked at them inquisitive look
“What are we four?”
“In dog years yes!” they replied with a smile
Simon rolled his eyes walking to his room he opened the door and motioned y/n in. Y/n did a celebratory dance before trotting into his room and plopping onto his bed sinking into the mattress. They pulled the covers over them and curled up into a ball. Simon went to the other side lying on his back with his arms crossed. His eyes slowly getting heavy and eventually falling asleep.
When Simon woke up y/n was curled up in his arms sleeping peacefully. He ran his fingers through their hair gently massaging it. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through social media until they started to stir slowly waking up. They looked at sim in and let out a grunt burrowing their head into his chest
“What time is it?” they asked
“It's 2” Simon replied
“Five more minutes” they closed their eyes falling back asleep.
“Yeah five more minutes” he replied setting his phone down wrapping his arms around them slowly drifting back to sleep
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puriiinz · 7 months
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ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.
05:00- gold dust
a/n: THIS IS SO LONG LMFAO it's 3:53 am rn and idk how i managed to write over 1k words but um... enjoy!!! :] also don’t mind the typos if there’s any…
contains: implied homophobia, cursing
"what even are you trying to do?" dina asked as she set her phone down, eyeing the girl in front of her curiously. her and jesse were at ellie's house, sitting on the comfy couch as ellie did whatever she was trying to do in the kitchen.
ellie simply said "garlic bread." and looked at the recipe, looking towards her couch when she heard jesse's laugh. "what?" she raised her brows in confusion, frowning when dina snorted.
"what the fuck are y'all laughing at?"
"when did you learn how to bake?" jesse asked when he calmed down while wiping his tears. the last time ellie tried to bake was for dina's sister's birthday. since ellie didn't know what she could get her she decided to bake some cupcakes, simple right? wrong. that was the first time ellie ever tried to bake. there were eggshells in the batter (which she didn't even realise) and god knows how she baked them because they where shaking like jello when she opened up the box. they had to eat them despite jesse's protests because dina's sister was just so nice, and she couldn't not eat them when ellie put so much effort into them just for her. they begged and nearly cried but had to eat them since they couln't do anything to convince dina's sister and damn ellie for making a dozen cupcakes for four people because when they finally finished the cupcakes, dina's sister brought more. it was when jesse almost puked all over dina's shirt dina's sister got convinced and put them away.
"are you guys still stuck on those cupcakes? i was like, i don't know, fucking sixteen when i did those? it's been years." ellie got back to her dough, putting it in a greased pan and leaving it to rise. she washed her hands and sat on the opposite of the couch jesse and dina were sitting.
"why are you making the bread from scratch anyway? you could've just bought it." dina said as she surfed through the tv channels and finally deciding on something. she leaned back and let jesse put his legs on her lap. "maybe she's doing it for yn." jesse said as he made his hands kiss, making disgusting noises as he did so.
"are you?" dina questioned while her attention was mostly on the show that was playing on the tv. she turned her head to look at ellie when silence washed over the room, laughing at the face ellie made, "oh my god, you ARE making it for her!" she exclaimed loudly, making ellie hiss.
"you don't have to let the whole state know about it you know?"
"of course i do! that's hilarious."
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an hour and a half had passed. it was 1:30 pm and ellie had 30 minutes to get ready, freak out and drive to yn's house. the bread was ready and surprisingly smelled good. dina and jesse had left (against their own will) so ellie could make the bread in peace. ellie had just taken it out of the oven after spreading garlic butter and a little parmesan on the bread when her phone dinged. she took a deep breath and unlocked her phone just to see a notification from yn, making her smile slightly.
'hey el! hope you didn't bail on me :]'
'who'd bail on a pretty girl like you?'
she huffed and put the bread in a container and put that container in a bag, put her shoes on and finally got out of the house.
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ellie was officially freaking out. her hands were sweaty and her legs shook slightly.
"come on, you've seen her a million times already." and with that ellie got out of her car and knocked on yn's door. she leaned her head against the door and heard a faint "i'm coming!". she sighed and smoothed out her clothes.
"hello m’lady ellie, pleased to make your acquaintance." yn bowed slighltly, laughed and stood up when ellie smacked her head. "no i'm serious, it's so nice to see you." caught off guard, ellie coughed and smiled, "likewise m'lady" and bowed.
"come in, i made tiramisu."
"how do you manage to make the things i love every time? do you like, look at someone's face and see what they like?" ellie questioned as she took off her shoes. she closed the door and trailed after yn and sat down at the kitchen table. yn laughed and sat across from her, "i wish but no, you just look like you like tiramisu and garlic bread."
"oh! i um... i made garlic bread for you. i didn't taste it and it's my first time making it so hopefully it's not awful..."
"hey, i'm supposed to be the baker, not you" that made ellie smile again, she took the container from the bag, opened the lid and put it on the table. yn took a piece and quickly ate it, groaning at the taste.
"wh- is it that bad?" ellie jumped to her feet, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. she heard yn laugh and put the glass back on the counter.
"are you crazy? this is so good! you might just replace me at the cafe."
"don't be ridiculous," ellie scoffed "why did you even stop working there anyway, did they just randomly stopped paying you?" yn laughed slightly and sighed, licking her lips she answered; "we had a fight- by we i mean me and jade, i'm good with julie i guess? although she hasn't messaged me since the fight."
that surprised ellie, why would they even fight? what would they fight about? "i thought you guys were close, what happened?"
"i thought so too but things happen i guess." yn got up and headed to the counter. "coffee?" ellie hummed, "sure."
ellie watched yn as she prepared the coffee and started to look around.
"we fought because i apparently like girls and i 'don't accept it because i like the attention'"
ellie was baffled and didn't know what to think. "huh?"
yn suddenly turned around, startling ellie in the proccess, and started talking.
"that's exactly how i reacted when i read jade's text! like why would i pretend not to like girls for attention? that doesn't even make sense! i told her and julie a million times, no i don't like girls and there's nothing wrong with liking girls but i don't, is it that hard to comprehend?"
"you don't like girls..?"
"no, i mean girls are pretty as hell that's for sure. but i don't see myself being in a relationship, like it doesn't feel like i'll ever be in one." yn said as she poured water into the cups.
"oh"
"yeah... i mean it feels wrong when i think about being with a girl but like i don't like girls so it's no big deal. like when i see pretty girls i want to kiss them and make coffee and desserts and stuff but it feels just... off you know? maybe somethings wrong with me." yn giggled and brought the cups to the table. ellie thanked her quietly. it was silent for a few seconds when ellie decided to speak up.
"have you ever thought about liking girls with no other thought behind it?" yn looked at ellie with a confused expression on her face, "what does that mean?"
"i mean, the way you explain these things... it feels like the things you say were said to you when you were younger? you know like you're almost being forced to say these."
"well my parents weren't… angels but their opinions don't define me. anyways enough talk about depressing stuff, you came here to spend time with me. cmon let's watch cringe shows."
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"thank you for the bread, it was delicious."
"you don't need to keep thanking me yn."
it was 4:55 and ellie decided to go home. "couldn't you have stayed more?" yn asked as she leaned towards the doorstep, watching as ellie finished tying her shoes and smiling when ellie looked at her.
“it’s not like i’m going somewhere. we could always have a sleepover or something." yn smiled and stood straight. "i'll be sure to wear my cutest pajamas for you then." she answered, gave ellie her bag while winking.
"i'll be waiting," she took her bag from yn "well... see you soon?"
"see you ellie."
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Butterflies
Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader
Warning: angst, fluff, drinking alcohol
Summary: You've been hunting for years with Sam and Dean. You caught the monster, but you almost died, And sam is pissed.
A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.
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You came into the bunker sighing and sat down, Sam stopped and looked at you "How could you be so careless y/n?" he spat "Don't you know how much you mean to us?" he continued. Dean walked over to you guys with beer "Hey! Everyone is alive!" he said giving you guys each beer, you accepted the beer. "Y/n apologized tons of times, but the most importaint thing is that the monster is dead and without y/n input It might have gone the other way" He said to Sam, "She is a hunter Sam, she knows what she's getting her self into" he took a deep breath "she's okay!" Dean reasured him.
"the bitch is dead!" he joked while he cheered. But Sam did not seem to laugh. "Sam-" you trailed off, wanting to apologize again. Dean stood there still trying to hand him an beer. You looked up at sam and saw how pissed off he was. He shrugged it off and said "no thanks, I think I'll just go to bed" He spat, and began walking away from you. Dean tried to stop him, "Sam!" you saw him walking over to his brother. you could see them talking but had no Idea what they were talking about.
You just froze, thinking about the monster who almost killed you. You didnt quite understand the situation with Sam, since you've been hunting for a long time with Sam and Dean. You could'nt understand why this time was so different, Why was Sam so pissed? You felt so bad, but couln't help but wonder if there was something you didn't know. You were scared cause you were madly in love with Sam. The look on his face went on rewind in your head, you felt like you were not welcome anymore. Maybe it was your time to leave.
You just wanted to go over to him and just hold him and make him smile again, but maybe he'll never see you that way. Dean gave his brother an reasuring look on his face said something to him, Sam just nodded annoyingly and then he replied "please just let me deal with this by myself! I just want to sleep." he said to dean. "Ok" Dean answered and backed off. "I'll se you tomorrow" he said to me and Dean and walked away.
Dean walked over to you and sat down, "Don't worry about him, He'll be fine" he began and took a sip of his beer. You just sat there feeling like crap "I didnt mean-" you began, Dean caught you off, "hey, y/n" he gave you a smile, trying to cheer you up. "Don't worry about it." After drinking up your beer, Dean had tried to cheer you up but you couldn't shake Sam out of your head. So you thanked for your beer and went to bed.
The morning after you woke up, You wanted to stay in bed and just hide from everyone and not face the world, but you got out of bed either way. When you were finished dressing up you stood infront of the door. You took a deep breath and counted to three before opening the door.
You walked down hall finding the kitchen. Sam sat there, you told yourself to just go in and face the music. You walked over to the coffee station "hey" you said grabbing a cup of coffee. "hey" he answered. "Where is dean?" you asked as you sat down sipping your coffee, trying to break the Ice buy small talk. "I don't know" he anwsered "oh" you responded.
He sighed out and layed down the laptop screen and looked at me, "y/n-" he began, laying his hand over yours, giving me a look. You couldnt read what Sam's look was all about, but before he could say anything else, Dean caught him off "Sam! Is y/n leaving or staying?" Dean had his nose up in his phone, "I really hope-" he trailed off and looked up from his phone, noticing you sat right there. "Dean!" Sam spat. You pulled your hand away from Sam. "Sorry for the intrusion, Just letting you guys know I'm going on a beer run" Dean turned and walked away.
You just sat there, didn't know what to think. "I think I have to go" you stated and raised up, "why?" Sam asked and raised up after you, You walked towards the door " Wait! y/n!" he began. "obviously It's time I moved on" you began, feeling the butterflies inside your tummy going nuts. All your feelings for him surfaced and you had no control over holding them back anymore. "You dont like me the same way I like you, So I should pack my stuff" you blurted out, continuing to walk out the door.
Feeling so dumb for even saying that, you stopped and put your hands over your face, feeling like you've made the situation worse. "sorry I shouldn't have said that" Your tears started to build up inside you. "y/n!" he sighed. "I think it's just best that I go, I think I've overstayed my welcome" you answered, tears slowly running down your face. you continued to walk twoards the door, but Sam stopped you by grabbing your shoulder. "It's not like that at all!" he answered. "please let me explain" he begged, you turned your head around looking at him. "Dean was just talking about some new case.”
He walked over to you drying away your tears. "Im sorry for the way I acted yesterday, I was just scared of losing you" he said, "oh okay" you nodded, You started to wave away the situation, covering up your tears "im so sorry for what I said earlier" you began "you know, about me liking you and stuff, let's just pretend that, that never happened" you sighed "I don't want to put you in a difficult situation, I don't want to lose you either" you tried to cover your face and turned your face away from him. But he walked around you, grabbing an tissue and drying away your tears. "It's okay, I didnt mean it" you reasured him, But you could see his face looking teared up as well, which made the situation not easier. "y/n-" he began.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." he said, cupping your face and crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was intense, passionate and felt so right. Before he could catch a breath he said "I love you y/n, and I got mad yesterday becuse I was afraid of losing you, I've been holding it a secret for so long I just-" He said, while cupping your face. "you love me?" you interupted him with a smile, He began drying away your tears. He nodded "yes, please dont go" he said looking deeply into my eyes, "I love you too" you said back and gave each other a big hug. You dried away his tears. He smiled and cupped your face and kissed you passionately.
"Im so sorry for-" you sighed "all my feelings everywhere" you chuckled, feeling so embaressed. "Don't apologize, I love your feelings" he replied with a chuckle and gave you a hug.
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lluiscarrasco · 3 months
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where,  — back room; casino. outside of the casino - after. closed  — @emiliocarrasco
Don't inerfere, Luis. He tried to ignore the voices laced with irration pricking at his ear, and the way the door he was guarding swung open sharply, to let a man run out. It all happened too fast, for him to consider consequences. Guarding the door, just like supervising the casino, meant that at certain times, he would have to do damage control. Guarding the door, unlike supervising the casino - payed damn fucking well. There was blood under his fingernails; or was that human flesh, he couln't quite remember how hard his fingers had dug into the skin of the other man's neck as he smashed his head against his knee. In his defense, he couldn't let anyone get away with stealing, especially when it was his head on the gillotine next. He had allowed the guards to finish the job, as he quickly got himself in front of a mirror; his blazer was wrinkled and his sleeves rolled. There was blood on his trousers, where kneecap met nose. Luckily, the dark shade of his pants covered up the trace of a fight; yet, people who knew Luis, would find it hard to believe he was presenting himself as anything but ironed shirts and elegant coats.
That was the second time in two weeks, that a fight had accured at the casino. Not a good look, for sure. Granted, Luis was only an innocent bystander, or more so a supervisor on a break, the first time. They could look for dirt all they wanted; there was none to be found; his alibi matched up. Now, however, there were police officers outside the place, and Luis held little to no responsibility for the way the boss handled the fool who thought he would get away with it. Luis might have caught the guy, but he wasn't the one to execute him. NYPD were asking questions, and Luis had plastered on his face a civil smile, a smile that spoke louder, than his rolled up sleeves. He had mastered the art of matching the exterior with the interior under any circumstances. He liked to believe it was something he learned from his father; like father like son, or whatever.
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"Listen, gentlemen, there's nothing more I can tell you - I don't supervise the entire building, I'm only in charge of the pit, and like I told you already, It's written down in my contract - a 12 hour shift requires a two time 30 minute breaks." He spoke, with his calm, supervisor tone, like he would to a customer; with a degree of sarcasm. "If I was Nostradamus, maybe this wouldn't have happen." a beat. "You know who he is, right? Unfortunately for you, and the injured men - I can't tell the future. I can simply smoke my cigarette in silence, for the 30 minute break that I'm legally owed." and with those words out his mouth, he made a mental note for himself to call Riley.
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julien5-malfunction · 2 months
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SO I SLEPT LIKE 4 HOURS ONLY had a weird dream and woke up at 2 am.
I'M IN SO MUCH SLEEP DEBT WTF.
The dream was about this church/ small cathedral, that I have been in in a previous dream TWICE. First time I was there on a guided tour for an art showcase, the second time I broke in trough a latch in the yard and that time the place was allready run over, I dropped down and there was beer cans and trash, the first time the place was all clean and neat. Dunno which time it was but there was this HUGE theatre or court room type space under the little church, some catacomb type shit. I don't remember much else, like if there was other rooms or any items or statues or anything else in there, but it was kinda unsetteling.
So I can't remember WHAT EXACTLY I saw there, but apparently it was something so terrifying that remembering it in a dream I woke up sweating irl.
There was this whole other ordeal of me running around the town, walking on newly poured hot asphalt, the head teacher wanted me to play a drum solo bc I did it a few years back and I told this one kid about it, who I did know in real life and he was a drummer prodigy in elementary school. He was like 'You??? play drums???' I was like 'so I don't think I can pull it off, I don't even play drums.' Then there was this random af metal concert in the park and I went there with other people, ONE of which I did meet online and she and another gal were bored and started wondering about the church ruins. I told them I had been there before and that it was fucking terrifying, we should NOT go there, but the girls wanted to go, I couln't talk them out of it. I tried to run after them but struggled to GET MY SHOES ON and woke up.
I literally sent this same exact thing to her at 3am. We don't even chat anymore. Told her to not to go to the church ruins.
...As you do.
And then I couln't sleep anymore after trying for a long while I ended up harassing my neighbours yet again with my screeching at like 6am or so
🫴noise complaint✨ (probably at some point)
(UHHH GUYS, I'm hearing concerning noises from the outside, sounds like the whail of a train but this is really out of the ordinary, there were multiple loud bangs earlyer too. I wonder wtf is going on at the railroad....)
Choo choo headed trough my wall??
(I hope not)
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non-e-per-sempre · 5 months
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Thursday Party Disaster deep talk
First and foremost I need to say that this Man belongs in a mental hospital. He needs a long stay in a closed psychiatric ward cuz he is absolutly insane.
I had a bad feeling about this man as soon as I found out he went around campus literally telling people his ex "cheated" on him. Like is that verified??? Has anybody ever asked her about her side of the story? I don't know, but I do know I didn't ask her cuz it made me highly uncomfortable. Just the way she is villainized does not sit right with me. Also who tf talks so openly about something so personal???
I am a girls girl 100% even if said woman "cheated". I can't and will prbly never ever be on the side of a man, given mens history with beeing mercyless towards women since the dawn of time. That's why I have zero empathy with him, I used to have a little bit of pity for him cuz I was afraid he was gonna become a mra but that evaporated on thursday.
The way he called me a Psycho about 20 times that night was insane. And the lenght of the message he sent me a day later on discord is the most concearning thing I've ever read on there tbh.
Fragile masculinity isn't strong enough of a term to describe whatever the fuck that reaction was. All because I said "the beard wasn't giving, it's not giving the way you think it is" or something along those lines. It's weird cuz he literally use to come to campus shaved down to the brim and then suddenly he has a "shadow". Of course people are gonna wonder what's happening.
Also beyond that I don't give a fuck about this man. I was never close with him, sometimes we talked as in small talk and that's about it. Plus the way he claimed I am invested in him was the most ridiculous line in his whole message.
Boy I don't give a fuck if u hang yourself tomorrow.
Which is a big possibility according to his message. Because he wrote "you have hurt me so deeply" bitch please get a grip I did none of that. I bet tears were flowing down his face when he wrote that, this almost in a way reprimanding typ of letter, he also was so condescending too. All I really could think about whilst reading it was that he is a Pussy, couln't take it seriously tbh.
But I am wondering tho if his relationship with his ex was abusiv. It's the only explination I have for his reation to one sentence of mine. Like wtf happend between those two, for him to then end up beeing totally fucked in the head. Also I'm starting to think he was the actual villain in their relationship. I bet my whole perfect ass on him being overtly controlling and insecure af in their relationship and also being super needy. I bet he put that woman in shakles. Also I need to note that she now has this free aura about her, before I never perceived her to be so carefree, strong, freaky, spicy and independent. She was a woman with a puppy dog hot on her ass, that's how I saw them.
Anyways for me he is done, this story is done nd I shall never speak to him again.
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this was mostly my day: finishing firekeeper's daughter by Angeline Boulley. And yes, I was able to finish the last 140 pages. It's an 3.75 star for me. I really enjoyed the mystery (lets ignore the fact that it took me like 70 pages or so to realize that this isn't a fantasy book, but a mystery), but the writing lacked so much in the second part of the book. It got repetitive and I often had the feeling that Boulley started an issue on which we focus for two chapters and then drop it just to start another one after some mystery chapters. Most of them are closed in the fourth part, which felt rushed, so the second part was a little annoying to read because, as already said, the most of it was there to stretch this book out to nearly 500 pages. That's why I can't give this book a four star rating. (Also pls let me know what you think about the love interest, because I can't see there any chemistry. No. Zero. Nada.)
This being the biggest part of my day, I was also able to study a little. A little, because I wasn't able to finish taking notes on the second lecture (While I'm writing this a voice in my head is like "Bestie, girl, you have a semester break and you study for an exam which you will have at the end of next semester. You are doing more than "a little" already") out of planned three, because my head was way to done with all the theoretical info. A walk and fresh air couln't really help, but it was still nice that I took one. Yea, mentally it dragged me down because my thoughts wandered into worst case scenarios, but fresh air and movement between all the sitting and mostly starring down still does something to the body.
All about day, but what else is new? I'll start therapy again in two weeks. Yay me. I'm scared about it, since my doctor told me that I will end up on medication again. And also if this will actually stay consistent for the long term. My new therapist will be at my hometown which is an 1.5 train ride hour away. Maybe online sessions are possible? I hope so, but at the same time I live in Germany and I have the feeling that there will be a law about privacy which won't make it possible for me. But lets see and fingers crossed for only the best.
Other news are: I'm looking for a new apartment. Ok, actually a shared flat, so I have flatmates. I'm feeling a little lonely, ok? But this isn't the main issue I have with my current living situation. The city changed the bus connection, therefore it's absolutely shitty for me to ride to university (if lectures start again, I will be late like ten minutes) or to or from work. Two places rejected me and tomorrow I have another meet up, so once again fingers crossed.
Besides looking for a shared flat I plan my first graphic novel. I can't believe it. It started out with my boyfriend and me on a walk and he giving me this idea and now here I'm watching youtube videos about anatomy, story writing, creating a graphic novel etc. And you know shit gets serious when I create a notion page for it. It's weird, because it feels like the first time since a decade that I feel passionate about something. Passion, motivation and happines.
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lovingsome-one · 1 year
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boutta write the horniest thing ever and this is embarrasing but no one follows me in here and my name is nowhere to be seen lol.
anyway, so i went to a party and my almost bf was there and girrrrlll i missed him a lot and i just wanted to touch him all night. thing is, we got there (me nd my friends) and first thing i did was cling onto him lol, i hugged him very thightly, well, he welcomed me with OPEN ARMS, that was so cute.
okay so after that and talking w other people a little bit we went to a darker place ;) kwbdkwbd and we started dancing and making out, but bitch it was something out of this world, the way his tounge was all over my mouth and the way he was so eager to kiss mee and the way he was grabbing my ass and moving his hips along mine...mmm gah i can't wait to do that again. he told me i had a great ass and i lost it LMAOO. then he said he really liked my brain and that was so damn attractive.
as i said before i was totally clingy and i couln't let go of him firstly bc i was drunk af and i missed him a lot and he looked extremely pretty that night. dude. he's very pretty.
okay, so we were making out and he was grabbing me all night, i had my arms around him and he couln't stop touching me either so that turned me on even more, to the point where i just wanted him to fuck me right there.
ok so this is where it gets even more horny that what i've been writing skfbjwbdje. thing is. we went to the bathroom, but the door didn't have a damn lock ksjdkwjd. so yeah, we got there and started kissing, like, super agressive kissing. and then he told me to pin myself against the wall, so i did obviously, he was touching me all over and putting his hand on my putthy wich made her PURRRR. k, so yeah, that went on, and he asked me if i wanted to suck his dick and i obviously said yes, i mean, i was not gonna say no to that, even if it was my first time doing that and i was nervous, the fact that i was so drunk and horny made me say yes immediately kshdiebd. so i went down. ugh. it was so good. he was grabbing my head and caressing my hair so softly and like he loved me so much. i was chocking on his dick, he was fucking my mouth and omg, i want to experiencie that again, in his room, where we have more time and space, cause people were calling his name while i was doing that and that could be a dealer breaker skfbdj. so yeah, it was very good. i loved it. rlly wanna do it again, rlly wanna make him cum from that...just the thought of him cumming on my mouth feels freaking amazing, like, i get wet just thinking about that.
mm yeah, i stopped cause i wasnt enough time to make him cum, and he started touching me and i REGRET not shaving so damn much. cause i didnt let him eat my putty cause she looked like a cactus...also i was all sweaty from the party so i guess better not kdhisjd.
next time i see him im going to obviously shave, can't waiiiittttt can't waiiit. I miss him already.
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fuckass-catra · 3 years
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love letters to no one
Catra,
I’ve never been good at knowing why I like things, nor people. It was simply something that tingled at the base of my stomach, and I never really wanted or gave and explanation for it. Perhaps it was the sense of adventure that you gave me, or perhaps I was entranced in doing something that didn’t fit the rules for the first time. 
The first time little miss perfect chapped her lips for a devil may care smile. That was the role many people, back to where we called home, used to describe me. A tag I earned and felt proud of having, yet not necesarilly aspired to have. I used to yearn your freedom. 
The way your laugh just floated through the air, not bound by any expectation nor responsability. Even if we both were wearing the same uniforms and badges, I could always see how yours felt more like handcuffs, rather than unity. Remember when you taught me to swear? How yousaid my voice cracked like the sqeaking beds in the barracks? It did because it never felt right to say it. Like it didn’t feel right to say goodbye to you. 
But like all things, I got used to it.
 I got used to lonely nights in a bed, to fighting without laughing, to scracthed and scars and goodbyes. I got used to life without you, and even when all was pink and soft all I could think was how I missed you. 
I know I broke your heart, but you never knew how I let myself break mine. I broke us, and for that I am sorry. 
You taught me many things. To climb and jump. To breathe and to kiss behind shadows. To want and let go.To admit to myself my mistakes, and that it was okay to make them; sometimes. 
Here I am telling you that, it was never a mistake leaving the Horde, but it was a mistake to leave you behind; and that I should’ve never let myself fail in that way. Because I failed you, and that I cannot forgive myself. 
Love, Adora. 
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dopingues · 2 years
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"He is Batman, Bernard is Robin." i know this was supposed to be serious, but i couln't get this scenario out of my head where tim and bernard just decided that gotham needs another batman-robin duo one day (idk, red bat and red robin? they're that unimaginative lol). just imagine all of the possible shenanigans from that 😆😆😭
Tim: i cant even begin to conceptualize having a relationship outside the cape anymore so theres only one way this can work out,
Bernard:
r/relationships
I (17M) began dating an old friend (17M) and he immediately made me train at the gym, is he trying to tell me he doesnt like my body?
Right what it says on the title, as soon as we began dating he made me do very intensive training and now im swinging in poles and learning acrobat stuff. I thought i was fit so this really took me aback.
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pure-kirarin · 3 years
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More than friends : Koby x f!reader
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A/N : Okay, I am just obsessed with Koby and there aren’t many scenarios with him so thought I might over indulge and write something. 
Overview: You and Koby were childhood friends but haven’t met in four years...
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« - I am coming ! »
You get out of your room, wondering who was paying you a visit so late. You open the door slowly, carefully, only to discover a man in a marine uniform. You narrowed your eyes, scanning his familiar silhouette. Pink hair, gentle eyes, it could only be...him. You put your hand on your lips, retaining a shriek of surprise. Whenever you thought of Koby, you were only met by the image of the small child that you used to play the pirate and the marine with. The person you had in front of you now was nothing like that child, it was different, but the eyes were the same.
-It has been such a long time, (Y/N)-san. I am sorry that I didn't tell you in advance, I wanted to keep it as a surprise. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck.
-Koby-san !
You try to hold your excitement, feeling as if you were in a dream. You two haven't seen each other in more than four years. Four years of solitude. You only heard that he has joined the marines two years ago, and that's how you kept in touch by exchanging letters.
-Please get in. You say, opening the door a bit wider so he can get inside. You notice now that he grew way taller than you. To say that you used to tease him about his height...You couln't retain a smile while taking his coat, asking him to get comfortable.
-I hope that I am not bothering you. I didn't think much before coming. I was on duty on the island and-...
-Why are you acting like we are strangers ? You can come whenever you want. I am...really happy that you did.
You were a little embarrassed since you weren't used to seeing him in person. It's true that you both exchanged long letters in which Koby described his marine life to you, but being next to him, right now...Made you feel like you were meeting for the first time. He on the other hand, seemed more assured, nothing like the self conscious little boy that you used to know but so similar at the same time.
-I am happy too. You have changed a lot, (Y/N)-san. He says with a little smile.
-Says who ! You are taller than me now. You say with a pouty face. Wait for me in my room, you point to the door with a hand gesture, I will bring some tea.
Koby makes himself comfortable. It was also now a strange feeling for him. The feeling of having always been there for you through words but also one of being strangers. He takes a sit and first thing he notices is a pile of letters next to your bed ; his letters ? He smiles at the sight. Koby has always been extremely moved by how much effort you put into keeping in touch. When he received your first letter after he joined the marine, he was surprised that you still remembered him and that you even wrote him. None of his childhood friends have done that, but you did. He still remembers your shaky handwriting, the same flowry paper that you always use and the very first words that you wrote ;
« Dear Koby-san,
I am not sure if you remember me but I am (Y/N),
we used to play together when we were kids. »
Of course he did remember. He even recalls the happiness of having someone write to him almost religiously. You never missed a holiday, a birthday, anything. Anytime something will show up about the marines in a newspaper you would write to him to make sure that he was doing alright. He chuckles when he thinks about Helmeppo asking if these letters were from his mom.
Your words were always there when he needed someone, encouraging when he lost confidence, entertaining in the long lonely nights, a clutch, a breeze of innocence in his world.
Your silhouette shows by the frame of the door, ruddy cheeks, shaky hands, noticing the scattered letters on the night stand. You put the plate on the table and hide away the letters in a drawer under his amused gaze, he didn't recall you being so shy. You take place next to him, pouring black tea in porcelain cups. He looks at your shaky hands and says ;
-You used to hate black tea.
-I am not a little girl anymore. I can have tea now ! You hand him the cup with a wide smile. Him remembering small details about you put your heart ablaze. He brings the cup to his lips and you just simply add ;
-You drink it without sugar now.
-I guess that changed too.
He inexpected you more in details, it was true that you were also far from the little girl that he knew. Actually, he surprised himself quite a few times imagining your face through your words but it was nothing like the woman that he had next to him. He gets a little distabilized by that thought, and you look at him with big eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking about.
-You looked so cool in that uniform Koby-san... ! I am sure that you will become soon an admiral !
You said, trying to make the atmosphere a bit lighter, making him choke on his tea and say while waving his hand in front of his face
-I still have a way to go ! (Y/N)-san !
-You will be there in no time ! I am sure. You laugh lightly. Then, you tell him to wait for a second before taking a book out of your drawyer and putting it on your legs. Look what I have found last time by the way !
He looks at the book with an interested face before you open it. It was an old photo album with yellowish pages. Inside, there were many photographs of you. He remembers the girl-child with full cheeks and a contagious smile that was now imprinted on his lips. You turn the pages and then stop pointing at a picture of the both of you ; Him dressed up as a marine boy and you wearing a red-like cape, how old were you ? 8 probably ? You smile at that memory and say ;
-I really miss those days ! You were so cute, and you had such big cheeks. I'm sad that I can't pinch them anymore now !
Koby blushes and tries to take the picture off you hand but you hold it above your head before jumping on your feet like a kitten ;
-(Y/N)-san ! That's so...give it back. His voice was adorable,
-What ? Are you embarrassed now ?
-No it's just..
-Hehe ! Don't tell me that you are too shy ? You say with a playful voice.
Koby gets up and holds you by the wrist, you get a bit surprised but then you try to move your hand away from him, teasing him further. However, you didn't expect the man to have this much force and you fall back on your bed, making him lose balance as well. You open your eyes only to discover that Koby was now on top of you, your hand letting the picture go and fall on the ground. He lets go of your wrist and you both look deeply into each others eyes, distabilized by the sudden proximity. The proximity and the heat of the moment made you remember that he will only be spending a few hours in your presence. Your heart started beating fast thinking that it was your only chance to tell him what you have hidden for so long. You didn't want to do it like a coward, you didn't want to have hopes for the next four years, who knows when you will be able to meet again ?
« I want to be more than friends, Koby. »
Your words were fast, blunt, surprising. Koby wasn't able to process what was happening, you just went from zero to nine. You were always that way, so random, impredictible, always acting on the heat of the moment ;
- I am going to kiss you now. You whisper.
- huh ?
You didn't wait for him, you took his hand in yours, it was warm and a bit moist, was he as stressed as you were ? You closed your eyes, intoxicated by his smell ; a mixture of soap and cologne. At first, he didn't know what to do, feeling your soft lips just brushing against his. He stayed inert for a second then, he instinctively pinned your wrists by each side of your head, firmly yet gently. You let yourself go, you let yourself get guided by the weight of his body, engraving every single moment in your memory. I don't want to let go of him...You were eager, not willing to let go, you kissed him passionately as if you tried to pour all your love in that gesture. His mind was a wreck, his head was clouded, he has never thought that he wanted to kiss you that much , that you both needed it. When the kiss had to come to an end, Koby separated your lips, rosy cheeks, eyes meeting yours, half open. You held him by the collar, bringing him closer, an ocean of yearning mirrored in your irises.
-I kissed you anyways...
This time, it was him closing the gap between your lips. It was different, rougher, desperate, teeth tugging at his lower lip. One hand got lost in his hair while the other one rested on his chest, surprised to discover how fast it was beating, almost as fast as yours.
-(Y/N)-san... He says puzzled, not understanding how things turned up this way that quickly, nor what he was feeling at that moment and why he enjoyed it so much.
-..I...I wanted to...I have always liked you, Koby-san...That's why I...I looked for you everywhere...I want more...Than just friends.
Looking at you so fragile under his body made his heart melt. Nobody has ever waited for him for that long. He thought about the times that your words have cheered him up and about the times that you spent together as kids. He even thought about the promise that you have both exchanged, one day, in your yard. His hand brushes your cheek softly ;
-You still remember our promise then...He says.
Could it be ? What was just despair in your eyes turned into hope. You nodded, now encercling his chest holding him closer ;
-Then hurry up and become an admiral...
You said, remembering that hot summer day, eight years ago, a day when you promised that you'd marry Koby when he becomes an admiral.
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writingwhimsey · 2 years
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My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 10
Chapter 10
We had been back in Aki for about three weeks. I was sitting in my sewing room putting the finishing touches on my gift for Motonari, when there was a knock on my door. "Lady Mouri?" Hiroyoshi called from the other side.
"You can come in, Hiroyoshi." I called.
The door slid open and he was coming in, carrying a tray of food. "You and my lord have both been working very hard lately. So, I thought I would bring you something to eat."
I smiled as I looked at the food. "Thanks Hiroyoshi. You're the best."
"Just doing my job, Lady Mouri."
I couldn't help but to smile at him calling me Lady Mouri. He always believed in calling everyone by their appropriate titles. Back when Motonari was pretending to be a merchant and using his childhood name of Shojumaru, Hiroyoshi refused to call him by anything other than Lord Motonari and my lord. He'd also kept calling me princess, which was really just a title to use as a get out jail free card given to me by Nobunaga and as an excuse for him to keep me close.
"Well, you do an excellent job at it, Hiroyoshi."
He smiled. "Are you almost finished with your commission there, my lady?"
"Almost...though it isn't a commission." I answered.
Hiroyoshi smiled knowingly. "I see. Something for Lord Motonari then?"
I nodded. "Yes, he got me a lot of nice things while we were on our honeymoon...I just wanted to do something nice in return."
Hiroyoshi's smile only grew. "You are far too kind, Lady Mouri." He then bowed and left, shutting the door behind him.
I placed a loose stitch in my work to save my place and then dug into the food Hiroyoshi had brought me. The food was delicious. Hiroyoshi was definitely my next favorite cook, after Motonari of course. I just couldn't let Masamune know that. I might hurt his feelings.
Once I had finished the food Hiroyoshi had brought me, I cleaned up and went right back to work on the clothes. It took me just a couple more hours and I finally finished them. I held them up and looked at my hard work. I couln't help but to imagine how Motonari would look in them...I just hope he likes them.
I folded the clothes up nicely before getting up to exit my sewing room. I headed to mine and Motonari's room and put the clothes up until I was ready to give them to him. I figured the best time would be after dinner. Once I had them put away, I headed for the kitchen to get started on something nice for dinner.
I pulled all the ingredients out and got to work. It wasn't too often I managed to get in the kitchen before Motonari, but when I did, I really liked to surprise him. I was standing stirring the vegetables in the pot when I felt two familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind. "What are ya doin' sneaking in here before me?" He asked, tone playful in my ear, as he pulled my back against his chest.
I turned my head and looked up at Motonari. "It's not that often I beat you in here." I replied. "I just wanted to get started on something nice for us."
"You need any help?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Nope, it's almost done...though I don't mind if you wanna stay right here like this holding me."
Motonari gave my waist a little extra squeeze and then kissed my forehead. "Yer lucky holdin' you is one of my favorite things."
I smiled as I leaned into him. I finished up the food, Motonari hugging me from behind the whole time and damn if I didn't love it. Once the food was done, we took it back to our room and sat down to enjoy the food together.
"So, what have ya been working on so hard these last few weeks?" Motonari asked.
"Hm?" I asked.
"Ever since we got back, you been lockin' yerself in your sewing room. I know you can't have been working on orders all that time." He answered. "You been working on another one of those...nighties?"
I felt my cheeks redden slightly. "No...are you requesting I make another one?" I replied, coyly.
"I wouldn't say no." Motonari replied, grinning at me.
"I'll make another one...but you just gotta promise not to rip it next time."
"I make no such promises, flower girl." Motonari replied. "Besides, I heard no complaints from you."
"Well...it was in the way." I agreed.
Motonari leaned in close and nipped at my ear. "So, what is this secret project you've been working on then?"
I sighed. "I knew I couldn't distract you." I got up and went over to the cabinet I had tucked the clothes away in. "I was planning on giving them to you after dinner anyways."
Motonari looked at the clothes, blinking a moment before taking them from me. "You used that we got on our honeymoon to make me new clothes?"
I nodded. "You're the one who had so many nice little surprises lined up for me on our honeymoon and I just...I wanted to do something nice for you to show you how much I love and appreciate you and everything you do for me."
"Damn." Motonari muttered, as he set the clothes aside. The next thing I knew he was pushing me back on the tatami mat floor. "How can one person be so beautiful? So perfect and sweet?"
He captured my lips in a hungry kiss before I could reply. I wrapped my arms around him, my body responding eagerly to that passionate kiss. We made quick work of our clothes and our hands were soon roaming over each other's bodies, the beginning of a rather passionate night of love making.
The next morning Motonari woke me, gently shaking my shoulder. "Ava. Come on wake up, flower girl. Ava?"
"Mmm...nnn...five more...minutes." I muttered sleepily my eyes not wanting to open as I rolled to my other side, turning my back to him.
"You've already slept in late." He told me. The concern in his voice was what seemed to grab me from my sleepy haze.
"What do you mean?" I asked, rolling back over to look at Motonari. My eyes just barely opening. He was already dressed and had breakfast sitting on trays not far from the bed.
His hand went to my forehead in concern. "You feelin' alright, Ava?" He asked.
"Just a little extra tired." I replied.
Motonari moved his hand from my forehead to cup my cheek, looking into my eyes as if he could discern what was wrong. "You should get some rest today then." He said.
I placed my hand over his and gave him a smile, wakefulness coming to me stronger now. "I'm fine. I'm good and awake now." I said. "Besides, that breakfast you made smells too good."
Motonari sighed and shook his head. "I'm keeping my eye on you today." He said, pulling away from me so that I could sit up.
"Not that I ever mind spending time with you, but don't you have work to do?" I countered.
"Nothin' that I have to take care of right now." He replied. "Besides, nothin' is as important as you."
I couldn't help but to smile at him and feel warmed by his words. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're too good to me."
He returned my smile as he pulled me into his lap and held me. "Yer terrible at takin' care of yerself. Someone has to do it for you." He replied, kissing the top of my head.
I laughed. "I...I can't really argue with you there."
"Now come on, get some food in your stomach."
I nodded. "Yeah, that'll give me some energy for the day."
I ate the breakfast Motonari had made for me and then went about getting ready for the day. Motonari was true to his word and stayed with me all day, keeping me company and making sure I didn't do anything to overwork myself. I must have really worried him when he had a hard time waking me up. I thought as we sat together at a tea house in town. Though Motonari wasn't eating or drinking anything, he was staying by my side and had insisted that I eat something.
After that we went for a leisurely walk through the town before heading back to the castle. Once we got back, we sat together on the veranda, looking out at the garden. I would have been lying if I didn't say that I wasn't feeling tired. Though we hadn't been doing anything too crazy for the day, I couldn't quite shake the lingering tiredness.
"Ah, there you are my lord, my lady." Hiroyoshi greeted us.
"You need somethin'?" Motonari asked.
"This letter just arrived for the both of you from the Oda forces." Hiroyoshi answered, handing the letter to Motonari. He then bowed and left.
Motonari opened the letter and held it so that we could both read it. "An autumn festival and a banquet, huh?" I asked, feeling excited at the prospect of a festival.
"And if we don't go, I'm pretty sure yer mother will attack Aki." Motonari retorted.
I giggled. "Brother."
"Well, he acts like yer mother."
"He's just a really protective big brother." I replied. "Who has a tendency to worry about everyone...like a mother."
Motonari laughed and kissed me on top of the head. "You sure you feel up to a trip?" He asked.
I nodded. "It's not like I can't sleep on the ship. I'm sure with a little extra rest, I'll be just fine."
"Guess I won't be keeping ya up too late tonight then."
I pouted. "I'm not THAT tired."
Motonari chuckled. "Just means I gotta start lovin' on ya earlier tonight."
I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Then I was looking into those deep crimson eyes. "How early?"
Motonari grinned as he stood up and scooped me up into his arms. "I was thinking me should go back to our room right now."
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm glad we think the same way." I was then leaning in to kiss him again.
"Dirty minds think alike."
I giggled. "Definitely."
Chapter 11: https://writingwhimsey.tumblr.com/post/664891973600247808/my-pirate-lord-and-our-life-ch-11
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marvelita85 · 3 years
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He was at the dogs park everyday, the same one you spend your afternoon with your dogs, obviously you didn't dare to go and talk to him, you knew who he was you pet Dodger a few times when he got closer to your dogs and the most you did was smile to him and of course blush because the word FAN was written in your forehead and thats exactly what you didn't want him to realise because probably he would feel unconfortable and leave the park and find somewhere else to take Dodger and even from afar you still wanted to be closer to him
- hey Dodger...- you were sitting on the grass you had a few snacks for your dogs and you really didn't want to traspass any bounderies there - oh you'll have to ask your dad if I can give you one...
- hey Dodg... come on bubba...- his voice was soft as he walked closer to you, his dog aparently was onto getting that treet from you - Im sorry is he bodering you...
- oh not at all, i think he just smell the treets - your dogs came around as the male whent to smell Dodger and the female to rub against Chris legs looking fir him to pet her
- these are yours? - you nod your head and your girl walked to you - they are gorgeous...
- Elena and Bucky...- he turn to look at you..
- Bucky as in...
- Marvel character yes...- Bucky walked to you giving him a treet and Dodger did the same...- can I?...
- yes of course... - you got nervous under his gaze but you were enjoying every minute being closer to him - Dodger Elena and Bucky run togerher and play a little more - I still don't know your name ...- you told him and he smile and that smile was the one you wanted to see every day
your job sometimes didnt let you go to the park but everytime you grab the leash your dogs were happy knowing you were doing to spend a day there, and you were hoping Dodger and Chris would be there too
At first you were dissapointed because you didn't see him and is been a few days you'vn't been able to go but when your dogs run away to the fence as the car was parking and Dodger jump off you smile as your dogs went to greet him at the door...
- hey, he misses you guys...
- hi... yeah I've been working out of town and I coudn't come....
- Dodger was looking for your treets...
- I always bring more Dodger dont worry...Chris sat down closer to you petting your dogs and you smile knowing he was relax and enjoying himself, Chris asked you what did you do for a living you told him and he understood why you were out of town, you were the only 2 people with your doqs and there was an icecream post at the entrance
- do you want an icecream... my treet...
- Chris you don't have to...
- hey I want to eat an icecream is hot and Im inviting you one, is only fare we get a treet too
- alright thank you - he went to get them, Dodger stayed closer to you - damn your dad knows how to walk...- thank you...- you blush and Chris chuckled sitting beside you and eating his icecream - damn you are trouble Evans...- he grab his boob and laugh
- is not my fault your mind is dirty, Im just eating icecream...- your cheeks burn as your eyes couln't stop looking at his tongue carresing the soft cream and you close your eyes imagining other things, definetly your mind when it comes to that man in front of you was dirty
Still blushing you finished your icecream and you couldn't stop a smile when his eyes found yours
- will I see you tomorrow
- yeah I got the weekend free
- cool.. so if I invite you to dinner just the 2 of us will you blush and say yes?
- are you... I mean.. are you asking me on a date? - the way you said it sound totally of and Chris noticed
- if you don't want it to be a date is fi.....
- YES..., sorry yes...- Chris laugh again and you join as you couln't help it
- did anyone ever told you, you are hilarious
- you are the first but I'm glad I can make you laugh - you exchanged phone numbers, inside you were screaming because you got Chris Evans as a contact in your phone
You said your goodbyes adter the sun began to set and while you were cooking you got a text message with a hi and a Cap shield emogi
- i'll need your adress ma am - you smile responding - tomorrow at 7 is ok?
- perfect... I'll see you then - you look down at your dogs and you grab your phone with both hands - I HAVE A DATE WITH CHRIS EVANS - They didn't flinch and you rise an eyebrow...- what do you know...- they were waiting for their food, you were nervous and exited at the same time, your stomach was full of butterflies and they were keep flying inside you, is been years you werent on a date but having him with you, you have to make it work, you wanted Chris in your life and the best part was he was intrested too
My dogs in real life are Elena a black labrador and Bucky a blonde mix I rescue from the street, feel free to borrow them as yours for the story
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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years
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Long Gone And The Happenings Inbetween
Julian devorak x reader
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Summary: at somepoimt after your death julian finds that it's still hard to get rid of you
Warning: none/angsty
Song recommend: "World in my hands" Ice Nine Kills
3 julian fics? Uh yea i think so! Im also working on a bigger Muriel fic and chuck Steinberg from ssttitd and i wanted some stuff to work on inbetween so suprise ig!?
Enjoy!
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The only thing he could see at the moment was the bottom of the cup his fifth, no, seventh salty bitters was served in. You sighed unfolding your arms so you could lean forward resting your chin on your palm waiting for him to realise it was in fact empty.
"Ilya-" he jumped suddenly at the sound of your voice catching the eye of a few people sat scattered throughout the Raven. He set the cup down signaling for another before finally looking at you.
"Oh-" was all he said before quickly peeling his eyes from your. "Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" You asked tracing the rim of one of the several cups that littered the table with your index finger. He refused to acknowledge your exsistance.
"You aren't actually there..." He mumbled after another drink was placed infront of him. "Well then if thats the case you are either delusional or drunk!" You snapped waving a had so the refilled drink toppelded over. "And i think it's obvious as to which one happens to be the case." You said with satisfied smirk as the drink dripped down the table onto the floor. He growled and snapped his head up to face you but instantly froze staring into your eyes.
This time he didn't pull away and stared at the crimsion color that stared back in place of the color he remember.
"Julian-"
"I...I...let this happen..." You watched him reachout to touch your face but it passed right through, you watched him helplessly before he slammed his fist on the table causing even you to jump. "You aren't real! Leave!" You opened your mouth to speak but shut it and by the time he looked up you where gone.
It was only a few minutes before he was stumbling out of the rowdy raven guided by two men. "Time to go home, julian."
"Yea you've had one too many Dr.Devorak." then they slammed the door shut.
"I...i.don't need you! I..pfft!" He waved his hand at the door as if to dismiss it before catching sight of you leaned up against the wall. "You." He said flattly and a bit slurred before walking away.
"Julis.." You said before swiftly walking beside him. "Go.away."
"Hey-" you went to grab his wrist but failed to do so. "JULIAN DEVORAK! STOP WALKING RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND TALK TO ME!" you yelled causing the street lights to flicker and shop signs to sway violently.
This caught his attention as he froze in response. You smiled and stepped infront of him and his eyes quickly darted from your face. "Hey look at me!" You demanded.
"I..I can't..." He slurred out.
"Why the hell not?"
You could see him tense. "Your eyes..."
"My eyes?"
He nodded looking down at his boots and the damp cobble stone under his feet.
"They're...well...they're red..."
"Re-" you cut yourself off "oh!" You sighed and cupped his cheeks, though he couln't feel it he did feel the fainticy touch and could see it, he played along with your actions and let you guid his face.
Even you couldn't understand why, Maybe to make himself feel like you where actually there, or maybe to make YOU feel better about the situation either way it was somewhat sweet.
You had his face in your hands looking up at him while you spoke. "You know...i'm only what you make me...i can inly appear to you as you will yourself to see me..."
You shut your eyes and he followed suit and when you both opened your eyes it was at the same time so your eyes met. This time he gave a little gasp seeinging your normal self.
He bit back his lip, his arm flinched wanting to pull you closer to him. "Now can you talk to me?"
He only nodded as you drew back. "Why are you here?"
"Cause you need me to be?" You said more as a question to him with a small giggle.
"I...I..I mis-"
"I know...and thats why.."
He hummed in response unware of the fact that he was following you down the streets. "How is everyone?"
"You don't know?" He said with a raised eyebrow looking at you. He took note of how your legs attempted to move as if you where walking, but you floted far enough of the ground that it made no diffrence.
"No...no I don't. Thats why i asked silly." He chuckled. "Well i just assumed that since...you...well you're here that you would have seen everyone else too...unless i really am delusional."
"You aren't...i just picled to see you first thats all." He smiled at that.
"Well if you must know..."
You two walked until you got to his destination him filling you in on everything as you listened intently. "I'm not the only one ...we all miss you....i just miss you more." He said a cheely smile across his face.
You laughed hardily. A clock bell chimmed somewhere catching your full attention.
"Ilay...I have to go-"
"But-"
"But...don't think that just because you can't see me doesn't mean im not there...someone has to look out for you..." You leaned forward and left a ghost of a kiss on his cheek before vanashing. "I love you."
He stepped inside shutting the door somewhat softly. He stumbled into his room and ploped onto the bed glancing at the nightstand. He did a double take and found a postcard that most deffinently didn't sit there before hand.
He took it and flipped it over.
My dearest Julis,
I understand you have your doubts and disappointments about me dying but i need you to really understand that it was in no way your fault, though wbo am i kidding you'll still blame yourself for this no matter what i say.
And also know that i am keeping an eye on you its my unofficial offical job to do so. thats what you do when you worry for someone you love.
And hey, i miss you too but you can see me almost whenever you like... just call.
I love you.
The stars and the moon...
~y/n
The little photo and letter where tear stained as it sat tightly in his hands as he dozed of to sleep. You sat there on the edge of the bed smearing away any stray tears that slid down his face in sleep and kissed his forehead.
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