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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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Part 5 of Different Meeting AU

This part is going to be very sappy, enjoy! The boys do imply a little bit more about their sex life so TW for this part: implied sexual content, discussion of torture, mentions of character death

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After Steve left the trailer park, he strapped the new bag of Eddie's things to his bike with the food, grabbed his backpack and started biking toward the lake. To stay out of sight he followed the train tracks, then split off from the woods when he reached Holland road. He pulled up to the house and hid his bike around the back, hurrying over to the boat house.

Steve carefully opened the door, peeking his head inside. "Eddie? I'm back, where are you?" At that, Eddie threw the tarp off and nearly ran to pull Steve into a hug. Steve could feel the anxiety thrumming off of Eddie like a physical thing and just held him tighter for a moment before finally pulling back to look him in the eyes. Eddie gave him a small smile, eyes still tight.

"Hey, did you get snacks?"

"Yeah, I grabbed you some clothes too. Went to see the guys, let them know what happened. I saw Wayne too, he was smart enough to hide anything illegal or incriminating before he called the cops this morning, so I have all of your drugs and my clothes from your place. He did leave the handcuffs and condoms though, probably figured they didn’t scream Homosexual too much." Steve quickly spoke up when he saw the almost feral grin on Eddie's face, "and I am glad he did, we do not need to be getting carried away while hiding from the cops." Eddie's grin dropped, practically pouting.

"Not even a little carried away? It’s not like we ever really use the condoms anymore."

"Eddie, we had sex like two days ago. And we don’t exactly have the ability to clean up around here.”

"Tell me about it, that's two whole days." Steve just rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth he always feels in his chest whenever Eddie shows how much he wants him.

"C'mon, horndog, let's go into the house. We never cleaned up our picnic last weekend so all the blankets and pillows are still out. I brought our book too, so you can read to me tonight." Steve held out his hand, Eddie grabbing it quickly and pressing a kiss to the back of it as the head toward Steve's bike. They grab the bags and head into the house, setting them down on the kitchen table. "The food is in the duffle bag, can you put it away while I talk to Robin and let her know I'm back? I promised I would walkie to tell her." Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder as he passed him to go put the food away.

Steve dug his walkie out of his backpack and tuned into the right channel. "Robin, are you there?"

"Steve! Did you get back to the lake okay?"

"Yeah, I just got back. I stopped by the trailer on the way here and saw Wayne, he had all my stuff packed up from the trailer, along with any incriminating items." Robin snorted through the walkie talkie.

"So he found all of Eddie's drugs and sex toys?"

"No!" Steve paused as he blushed. “We don’t leave that stuff at the trailer.” He only blushed more when Robin’s laugh came through the walkie.

“But he found all the drugs?”

"Shut up, Robs. Yes, Wayne found all of Eddie’s drugs. I just wanted to let you know I got back safe. Now can I get back to my boyfriend?”

"Good. Also, you're welcome, by the way. I managed to keep Dustin from outing you, I figured you would want to tell Nancy yourself." Steve sighed softly, so unbelievably grateful for his best friend.

"Thank you, Robbie. I'll have to find a time to tell he when we all meet up to plan, hopefully soon."

"Yeah, Nance actually was at the trailer park earlier. She said she had gone to investigate and ran into Eddie's uncle, he said something about Victor Creel? She said he was like a crazy murder from the 50s so I think we're planning on going to the library tomorrow to do some research."

"Alright, keep me posted on whatever you learn. I'm starving and I know Eddie must be too, so I'm going to go make us some food. Stay safe, Rob, over and out." Steve listened to her quick goodbye and pushed down the antenna of the walkie, setting it on the table before heading into the kitchen. "You hungry? I know I am." Eddie was sitting on the counter, flipping a butter knife in an attempt to look cool.

"I'm always hungry, and I have definitely missed your food this week." Steve smiled at him and got out the ingredients for quick goulash, knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites.

"I meant to tell you, Wayne wanted me to let you know that he never thought you were guilty." Glancing over at Eddie, Steve could see his shoulders visibly relax. Clearly, that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he knew you would be worried about him thinking you were like your dad, and he wanted you to know that he never did."

"I love that old man." Steve laughed, leaning his hip against Eddie's knee where he was still sitting on the counter.

"He loves you too." Steve cooked quickly, getting their food together so they could move into the living room to eat. Once their food was in bowl, he and Eddie went into the living room, sitting down on the blankets they left there.

After a few minutes of eating quietly, with only the sounds of the silverware and Eddie’s knee bouncing to fill the silence, Eddie finally spoke up. “So…. Tortured by Russians?” Steve sighed, setting his mostly empty bowl down on the floor. Without commenting first, Steve turned and grabbed the bag with his items in it, pulling it closer. He dig through the front zipper pouch and pulled out a small square box, opened it and pulled out a small blue piece of plastic that he carefully wrapped around his left ear. Steve saw the realization on Eddie’s face when he looked up, Eddie reaching a hand out to gently touch his left ear. “Sugar, why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared, mostly. With the kids... I'm the one who keeps them safe, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I couldn't do that anymore." Steve looked at his hands as he spoke but was forced to look up when Eddie cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.

"Stevie, they are always going to need you around, it is okay to need help sometimes. So, from now on, you are going to promise that you will wear that hearing aid, understand?" Steve stared at Eddie for a moment before he nodded, placing his hands over Eddie's and just keeping him there. The moment was broken when a sharp pain radiated from behind Steve's left eye and he gasped, dropping Eddie's hands to push his palm into the eye socket in an attempt to stop the pain. "Migraine?"

"Fuck, yeah. Of course I didn't bring my good meds with me, shit it's bad." Steve squeezed his eyes shut to keep out the lights and he heard Eddie stand and walk away. Distantly Steve heard the stairs creak then footsteps on the second floor, before the stairs creaked again and Eddie was sitting in front of him once more.

"These aren't your good ones but I figured some motrin is as good as we can get right now. Here, give me your hand and I'll give you the pills." Keeping his eyes shut, Steve put out one of his hands and felt three pills be placed into it. After he popped them into his mouth, Eddie grabbed his hand and placed a glass of water in it so he could swallow the pills. "Good. Did something set it off? Normally you have a trigger."

"Well I would say I'm pretty stressed today so that would explain it." Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

"Alright, that's fair. Let's lay down for a bit and once you're feeling a bit better we can keep talking." Steve let himself be guided to laying down and he curled himself against Eddie, using his chest to block out the light. Once the medicine kicked in Steve was able to shift backwards enough to look up at Eddie who was looking right back at him. "Meds doing their job, honey?"

"Yeah, you still want to hear about last summer?" Eddie nodded and Steve sighed, closing a fist around Eddie's shirt and gripping it tight. "Alright, well we told you about how we found out that the Russian's had a base under the mall but we didn't explain how we got into it. We had to drag Erica in, which I still feel so guilty for because she was only 10, and she went through the vents to get into this storage room they had on the loading dock. She opened the doors for us and we all went inside to investigate but the doors shut behind us and locked. Next thing I know the room is dropping because it was actually an elevator. We got stuck in that elevator for hours before some guards came to collect stuff from the room and we got out of there only to have to walk for miles. I think Erica actually knows how far we traveled but I wasn't there when she did the math so I don't know how far it was."

"Wait, Erica just did the math for how long you guys traveled?"

"Yeah, Dustin said she did at least. That's why he calls her a nerd apparently. Anyway, we got to the center of the base and Erica spotted the comms room, I won a fight against a Russian guard and then we found the gate they were opening to the Upside Down. At that point, Dustin and I knew this was really really bad. Then the alarms went off and we all had to run. We got cornered in a supply closet and Rob and I held the door shut so the kids could get into the vents and escape."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't let them get ahold of Dustin and Erica and Rob wouldn't leave me behind so we got captured. I knew Robin would start talking if she had the chance because she was nervous so I decided... I decided I would just be louder and more annoying so she wouldn't be their main focus. It worked and we got taken to separate rooms where I-" Steve cut off, his throat closing up from the memories of what he experienced in that bunker. "I would rather not go into detail, but, uh, they kept asking who I worked for and I had nothing to say other than the truth which they didn't like. I got knocked out eventually and when I came to I was tied back to back with Robin in a different room. She was yelling about needing a doctor and she said that she thought I might have been dead because she couldn't see me breathing. I'm pretty sure that was the broken ribs though."

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. They nearly beat you to death."

"After I came to they asked us more questions before deciding that the best thing to do next was to give us some truth serum or something. They grabbed these syringes full of blue stuff and stuck it right in our necks. That's why I'm so spooked by needles now."

"Shit, that- well, that explains so much. sweetheart. I cannot believe you went through that and are still willing to put yourself in more danger."

"Yeah, well, the kids would get involved no matter what, and you're involved now. There was no way I would leave you to deal with this alone. There, um. There is something else. I think now that you know everything, it’s probably a good time to mention it.” Steve tilted his head up so his chin was resting against Eddie’s sternum and felt Eddie push a hand under his shirt to rest against the small of his back, radiating heat and comfort.

“What’s up? I thought I knew everything at this point, do you have another head injury to tell me about?” Steve huffed out a laugh, he could tell Eddie was trying to lighten the mood for both of them. He was so glad that he didn’t have to hide things anymore, even if he was terrified about Eddie being involved in the Upside Down.

“So, uh, I’m pretty sure we mentioned how after Billy beat me up in ‘84 Hopper took me to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned it.”

“Cool, um, the thing is that wasn’t just it. After-after the hospital figured out my parents weren’t coming, Hop stepped in as uh, he said in loco parentis, but basically he was acting as my parent since I was still 17. He ended up bringing me back to his cabin after they discharged me, the hospital didn’t want me to be alone since it was a grade 3 concussion and I had the cuts on my head from the plate.” He felt Eddie’s hand curl a little tighter around his waist at the mention of the head injury again and Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “I’m glad he stepped up, I didn’t have anyone else. But, after that, I don’t know how it happened, somehow I sort of got absorbed into their little family. El and I got really close and that’s why I’m close with Max, and Hop-“ Steve paused as his throat closed up, it had been so long since he had even talked about Hopper’s death and it still hurt. “He became the first real father figure I had ever had. But then, Starcourt happened and he-“ This time Eddie cut him off, pulling him close so Steve didn’t have to push himself to say it.

“I know, I saw the news. I’m so sorry, princess. I had no idea you were close to him.”

“It wasn’t a long time, just around 8 months but it was enough for me to get attached to both of them. And now-now he’s gone and El’s in California, which is the best place for her but it still hurts. It’s why I was so emotional about Wayne just… accepting me the way he did. Hop had just… it had only been a few weeks and Wayne was so much like him. He’s- Wayne has helped a lot with that healing, he and Hop would have gotten along really well, I think.”

Eddie paused, just holding Steve close and rubbing his back gently. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He hummed gently before shifting them around so he was pressed up against Steve’s back. “Wayne really loves you. Sometimes I think he loves you more than me.” Steve just laughed, holding Eddie’s hands in his own.

“No way, you’re his son, Eds. He does care though which I appreciate.”

They lapse into silence, just holding each other before Steve suddenly snorts a laugh.

“I don’t think Hop would have liked you very much.” Eddie pauses for a moment and then starts laughing.

“Absolutely not, you’re totally right. I don’t think he would want a drug dealer hanging out with his kid. Much less dating that kid.”

“I saw how he was with Mike, and that was just because he thought Mike was annoying. I think you dodged a bullet, possibly literally.” Eddie just laughed and held Steve closer to him. "Eds?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing? With all of this stuff." He can hear and feel Eddie sigh against the back of his neck and Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Honestly?... Shit, Stevie, I'm scared out of my mind. For me, for you, for Robbie, for those god damn kids. I was prepared to have a spring break full of alone time where we got laughably high and fucked on just about every surface in this house. Now? I'm potentially on the run for murder and there's an evil wizard from another dimension that can possess people and kill them without leaving any evidence. If you hadn't shown up in that boat house, I think I would have gone insane."

"Eddie, it's okay to be terrified, you know? The first time, hell, the second time too, that I did this I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't stand having the lights off and any time I saw a bulb flicker I jumped. Even last time, you know what I did to just be able to sleep. You're allowed to be scared. So you and I are just going to lean on each other and we can make it through this." Steve felt wetness on his neck and knew Eddie had been crying at some point, so he turned around to face him and he pressed a kiss to Eddie's nose. He was smiling but when they were able to see each other's faces Steve saw Eddie frown.

"Is your nose bleeding?" Eddie asked before Steve reached a hand up and wiped under his nose, finding blood on his fingers when he pulled them away.

"That hasn't happened in a while. Don't worry though, sometimes it happens with the headaches."

"Alright, if you're sure." Steve just curled back up against Eddie without further comment as Eddie's hand carded through his hair. "You want me to read a bit before we go to bed."

"Yes please." He felt Eddie twist to grab their book before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Eddie started to read.

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And that's it for this part. I had the part about Hopper written days ago but I wasn't sure how to work it in until today. I'm obsessed with Accidental Parent Hopper who stumbles into being a father for two kids.

Also, there is a good bit of foreshadowing in this chapter, both from the show and some of my own

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brainworms-all-night-long · 1 year

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I watched a pretty neat video yesterday talking about Tails and his counterparts in Prime to kinda sorta get a better grasp of them when thinking about my prime bros headcannons (and also becaus I'm starved for Nine content but hush-), and one part from the video struck out to me

Something about Prime exploring or just asking the question whether or not Tails needs Sonic or if the hedgehog is merely holding him back from achieving his true potential.

Sonic is undoubtedly a positive influence on Tails' life cause like, look at the boy, he's mostly happy and mentally stable and everything. But i said mostly, because he also has boat loads of anxiety and doubt about himself. And despite having had his character arc of learning to be a hero and grow in different iterations of his, he regresses and hides behind Sonic when the world gets to much. Now contrast that with Nine, who is pretty much self sufficient, unwavering with his confidence, steadfast in his identity and what he wants, never hearing of Sonic until now.

But than I raise you the fact that Tails is literaly a child. And while ages usually don't mean anything in the sonic franchise and later games have been portraying the characters more maturely anyway (and overal numbers for ages have been removed too aparently), I wanna emphasize that Tails is a little kid who's age isn't even in the double digits.

So thinking about that, I'd honestly rather have a child go through learning to be a hero of his own right, than regress some, than win again and learn and grow and mess up and break down and heal, but slowly yet undoubtedly become more and more sure of himself and build on every bit of that previous failiture and success, creating an unshakeable personality as time only goes on; than one that's broken and never given a choice of falling back least they want to die. Who's only known and brutally drilled in identity is one based on an external, physical factor of their body they have no control over. Who's self sufficiency and skill comes from a place of loneliness and pure survival necessity than the desire to be a hero.

Just thinking thoughts you know-

#sonic prime #this is not meant to a critique of the video or prime itself or anything in case someone feels silly and begins to interpret things #just putting my angsty thoughts out there #i obviously think about Nine the normal person amount #miles tails prower #tails the fox #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #silly brain worms

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smokeybrandreviews · 19 days

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Into the Abyss

Boy, it has been a clean minute since I've updated my Azur Lane progress, mostly because the content has been a trickle this year, but with the current Rerun Event, I felt obliged to do so. Seriously this year has been mad slim on stuff to do in my favorite WWII sim. As a KMS main, coming off a year which was straight up lousy with Kraut progress, I am a little… disappointed with the current offerings. I feel like it’s been that way for a while, actually. Like, I found the stagnation of the game to be pretty prominent last year but, again, I am heavily Iron Blooded so that’s probably just my bias. That’s not to say I haven’t gotten anything for my main Fleet over the last few months, just that I kind of wanted more. Still, there were other facets which have progress so I can’t be all that mad. But I kind of am.

Please, Sir, May I Have Some More

Look, man, this Iron Blood drought is killing me. Like, we've had a few crumbs but that's it. Crumbs. Obviously, I've gobbled up what i could, which ain't much. The two P6 boats, one of which was a Decisive and the Confluence of Nothingness event. That's it. Man, i am STARVING over here! So much so that, when Friedrich Carl showed up on that Banner, i dove wholeheartedly into that sh*t. And, boy, did it cost. I went at that banner with round four hindered Wisdom Cubes. It literally took close to three three hundred of the f*ckers to finally pop the first, new, Kraut Girl in almost a year. Seriously, i popped SO many f*cking dupes of almost every other ship on the Banner before i finally scored Carl. That sh*t hurt my pockets, bad. Like, egregiously. She finally decided to appear, when i was at my wit's end, but I'm content about it. I ain't happy, but my main Fleet is still one hundred percent complete, so small victories. But, for real, Manjuu needs to drop some more KMS ships soon. I'm dying over here!

The Coldest Winter

The whole reason I am writing this thing, is to address the massive Ruskie mammoth in the room – the Abyssal Refrain Rerun. Once upon a time, long, long ago, i passed on this Event because i kind of didn’t give a sh*t about chasing another Fleet at the time. I was headlong in my Iron Blood quest so I missed out on a lot of ash*t back then. Shimakaze, New Jersey, and, prudent to this particular post, Kronshtadt. Tunnel vision, for sure. After I netted U-110 and caught up with the Iron Blood offerings, I set out on honing my Northern Parliament Fleet next. After the Germans, the Russians are my favorite Fleet based on aesthetic. By then, however, Abyssal Refrain was in the rear view and I missed out on, like, three of those ships, Kronshtadt being the most important. Not only was she a glaring hole in the puzzle that was my burgeoning SN Fleet, she was the last UR boat I needed, after claiming both Shimakaze and New Jersey on Rerun Lite events. Seeing her banner reappear, I absolutely made a run. The thing is, I was low on resources. Chasing after Friedrich Carl taxed my pockets hard. Fortunately, since this is a Rerun which I had kind of participated in before, I had Ship Building tickets. Ran through those real fast but it wasn’t enough. I only had around one hundred, fifty Wisdom Cubes and was sitting on the edge of my seat rolling for that UR sweetness. It only took three. Sixty Cubes and she popped. I FINALLY had EVERY natural UR ship (not Decisive) available! Yes, I've included Sovetsky Soyuz in that assertion I absolutely made out like a bandit during Snowrealm Peregrination. It was, like, four rolls, total, and i popped all those ships. One of the easiest Banners I've ever attempted. That luck would not hold. Anyway, the Ultra Rare side quest is down, but I’m still missing Volga at the moment. Popped two Kievs chasing Kron and i hate it. Why the f*ck am i loading up on Shop Ships and not the one Banner i still ain't got? The f*ck?

#Azur Lane #Northern Parliament #Abyssal Refrain

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rozetheeuwu · 6 months

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I have no idea who they are, so feel free to tell me everything about them. I feel like I'm super behind some of you guys' OCs lol

*Slams Dearil on the table and gently puts Chad next to him*

Okay so these are my rejuv and reborn ocs. They are related/part of the same universe. I made them both a while ago but properly using them again. (Well, Chad I did use a lot, but Dearil not at all.)

A bit of their info has changed since I made them.

Dearil has two versions, Renegade and Paragon. Chad does the Lin route in reborn.

I'm copying and pasting this from discord and have not spellchecked and stuff.

more under read more (No spoilers on new karma files content:

Okay so pre-reborn and rejuv events both of the them lived in Oblivia (region where the game Pokemon Ranger: Guardian Signs takes place)

TW: mentions of child abuse, death, witchcraft and gaslighting

When Chad was young (let's say around 7 years old) his house was set on fire and his parents and sibling died while he survived, he was taken in by a woman named Aasha (not real name, nor did she 'legally' adopt him) Aasha is a Giratina worshipper and is part of a cult, she practices witchcraft and stuff like that as well.

When he was 10 years old Aasha brought home a year old named Dearil (unknown if it's his real name or not), Chad had taken it upon himself to look after him and give him a relatively okay child hood.

Aasha was abusive, both physically more so than mentally. (The latter more so than the first, both of the kids received abuse but Dearil more so than Chad.)

Chad was Aasha's golden child and wanted him to be her successor, because of this Dearil was often left on his own a lot but Chad looked after him. Dearil is often VERY starved for affection which Chad provides, Chad has become very distant and stone cold towards everyone around him except Dearil who he'll put up a front for.

Chad like I said grows up to be emotionally distant, but also obdient. Dearil despite hating her has become a lot like Aasha. Rebellious and cruel. Dearil is only nice and caring towards Chad.

Despite attempting to protect Dearil from their adoptive mother's abuse Chad was still at the end of a day also a victim and would fall in line if Aasha's punishemts were too scary or too much for him to handle.

Although Dearil does think Chad is a coward for that, he does understand the fear and doesn't hold it against his older brother. Not always at least.

(This concludes their upbringing, it's brief and not detailed but enough)

Chad, at one point has become more powerful than Aasha, however the fear instilled in him was still great until one day he snapped and overpowered her.

At that point he tries to tell Dearil to run away with him, but Dearil refuses.

Despite hating Aasha she's still Dearil's authority figure and parental figure. She always promised the boy power and the chance to be better and stronger than everyone.

Dearil tried to convince they should stay home together and take on the world together. (Note, he's not looking to take over the world or anything, he's just wanting to survive and he constantly feels like he has to be on guard and attack mode. As does Chad ofc, but he wants to learn to not want to live like that anymore.)

Chad refuses and ultilmatly makes the hard decision to leave Dearil behind, he can no longer live there in the region with his abused and scarred past there. He takes the first boat and leaves to wherever with no destination in mind. He eventually arrives in one of the main game regions and sees a advertisement to the reborn league.

Not having much of a destination in mind he goes for it and the events of reborn main game start there.

At one point during reborn main game Aasha uses her power to connect herself with Chad and tries to convince him to go back.

A little before the glass factory events she uses her power to teleport Chad to a place similar to the distortion world alongside and they fight, she loses and Chad goes back despite her begging and manipulating.

Aasha has been weakened but when she returns she snaps and attempts to destroy everything around her in a frenzy. Dearil tries to take her down but he is simply on strong enough and perishes. This is when he ||meets Variya (Prob spelled her name wrong lol) and is given the role as interceptor||, he gets revived and his host is ||Aero||. (Timeline wise ||5|| years have passed for Chad but Dearil is still the same age from en he died) However Dearil's soul is now filled with hatred, hatred towards Aasha, Chad and the world. However he doesn't remember them and now they don't know WHY they feel so much anger and the constant need to take revenge on ||someone||. He doesn't trust anyone and has no interest in helping anyone out. He simply goes along with the others because he feels he has no destiny or path forward in life anymore.

Seeing ||Giratina in Wispy Tower|| awakens some memories, but not enough. He doesn't do any help center quests, he feels no need to be playful or nice to his friends. He does not seem to care about people who pass away.

When ||Clear and Kieran give him the option to help them destroy the world or whatever ||he takes it. At this point in time he has gotten *some* memories of their past back, but he isn't sure if it's their own memories. He just knows he wants revenge on *something* and|| Clear and Kieran ||are handing that to him on a silver platter.

The thing is Dearil wasn't supposed to have memories of his past, but whatever magic Aasha used against him as become part of him, which also fueled his need for revenge and his hatred. (Aasha felt like the world was against her). Aasha always had a connection to her sons and is always able to know where they are because of it, but they're always able to sense her because of it as well.

Although we're not that far in the game yet in what I assume will be the final battle time stops completely around Dearil.

At first he thinks is ||Tiempa || but then someone speaks to him, someone he thinks he's never heard before, yet the voice sounds so familiar. A golden gate to what seems to be a different world opens and they are told to come through it. They do.

Inside the world time seems to continued and ||the storm seems|| to have infiltrated as well there. Continuing further he sees the men from his memories, Chad. Alongside him is a Giratina (not the one in Aevium) and Arceus (this one looks weird, is it shiny?)

Chad starts with "It seems the ||storm ||has even affected in the new world, I had hoped to evacuate reborn to here if things went south but..."

They talk for a bit and then they fight. Dearil finally fully remembers where the pain, betrayel and anger comes from and attempts to kill Chad, but fails. Chad overpowers him in a pokemon battle and easily in hand to hand combat.

With help of Giratina the magic from Aasha is released from him and Dearil, although still feeling angry and betrayed by Chad slowly starts to feel regret about all his choices.

Chad finally apologizes, although Dearil doesn't forgive him he says he understands.

Dearil says he doesn't want to continue to hurt people anymore and asks if Chad will help out, his older brother explains that things have gone to far south to be fixed right now.

Chad explains that he can send Dearil back in time with help of Dialga and practically reset the events. Dearil won't remember the events in Aevium but will remember their past together and Chad's final words for him now. Words of affirmation, care, expression of guilt and love.

He explains that Dearil's memories might come back at some points, but he is afraid of the consequences what will happen if he allows Dearil to remember everything from the start.

Dearil agrees to it and is send back, at the paragon route starts there.

However although the magic was released from Dearil some of it is still part of him, so his old renegade self comes out from time to time.

That's the quick none detailed version of their story!

Chad specializes in Dragon and Ghost types

Renegade Dearil specializes is Ghost and Dark and Paragon Dearil specializes in Ghost and Dragon.

Chad's starter is Charizard and Dearil's Hisuan Typhlosian in both routes.

Chad (He/Him) is early to mid 20's during Reborn's story and Dearil (He/They) is 18 at the start of the SS Oceana stuff

During the events in Aevium Chad gets married (to you know who if you know me) and has had/is having twins.

Okay so this is their backstory and such, I can also give random facts but maybe for another ask because this is a lot.

Sorry for the long ass post 😭 I've always loved Chad but Dearil makes me INSANE rn with the rejuv brainrot.

Thanks for the ask!!

#pink answers #chad collins #dearil (oc)#I'm insane about them #yes dearil does not have a last name #'collins' was always Chad's surname even before he was adopted

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imagionationstation · 9 months

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Hey!! I hope you're having a good day/night.

This is going to sound really funny but I just realized I know you from wattpad!! From a long time ago, when the site was still my main one and then I moved to tumblr and ao3 and found you here too but I just realized you're the same person!

I'm so sorry it's just too funny for my right now.

I absolutely adore all your fics, I don't know how to live without them. The one you have ongoing with Raph being kidnapped it's too good and all your drabbles here are just amazing.

Do you think we can become friends ? I just admire you so much!

(P.S. I absolutely love the game you're starting!)

Alright. I’ve reread this five consecutive times already. Should probably share now…

HIYA! That’s so awesome. I love stalking authors and artists, so it’s not often I stumble upon them accidentally. 🤣

It’s absolutely crazy that there’s someone out there that can honestly make a sincere comment like “I don’t know how to live without your fics” and I’m just, Yes, you absolutely do, you did it for years before you even knew I existed wtshell???

It’s so cool to just be existing and someone pops up like: I’VE READ YOUR STUFF AND IT’S GREAT

Then I’m always FLOORED bc my silly brain forgets how much impact fanfic stuff can have on a person. People like me who go coasting for stories and find one that fits our specific needs and then just gush over it because I never knew how much I needed this author’s perspective of the boys in my life. 💞💞

My stories are the kinda stuff I would be thrilled to stumble upon, which is exactly why I write it. Especially Leo&Donnie content! There’s not nearly enough of them in canon or fanworks or fanart- DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND PLATONIC LEO AND DONNIE FANART???

…I got derailed by my own mind. So. Um. I was making a point about writing-

Oh, yeah, I basically live to make sure that if there’s another soul out there who feels there are gaps in certain areas of content- I will be there to help fill it! Especially recently, everything surrounding 2012Donnie is either content that is far from platonic, or isn’t hurt/fluffy in the ways my heart desires.

I am starving and must fill my own needs. Always happy to do the same with the others I stumble across!

Does It Almost Feel Like Nothing Change At All? is my first try at a plot-centered, but still traumtic fanfic. I love those kinds of stories and I figured it’s time I give it a try.

Plus, Raph is in a similar boat to Donnie. He just doesn’t get enough attention in the instances that I crave. Everything lately is about his ‘secret depression’ or his love life, or so it feels to me.

SO I FIXED IT!

This fic will include a little bit of everything so that his pain can be deeply and horrifically scarring. Because he’s such a good boi <3

Not sure if you’ve found it yet, but I have an A03 with more content that’s not available on Wattpad. Link

Sure! I practically consider everyone who interacts with me often on Tumblr or leaves consistent comments on A03 to be a friend on some level.

As long as you’re able to tolerate long rants about turtles, an unhealthy obsession with the underrated bond between the cool colored bros, and someone who just doesn’t know how to stop writing- then welcome to a friendship that will never stray beyond the realm of turtles until we meet in person!

You’ve already been around for quite some time! Who am I to dismiss a 2012 turtlefan with obviously awesome taste in content?

#ImagionationStation’s Ficlets #feral raphie au #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #imagionationstation #wattpad author #a03 writer #fanfic writer

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smokeybrand · 19 days

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Into the Abyss

Please, Sir, May I Have Some More

The Coldest Winter

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luffythinker · 1 year

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Got a repair but I'm starved for content because it virtually doesnt exist and I'm not sure how or when to make them fall in love

Sero/Kirishima

Sero stance

I feel like Sero is almost in the same boat as mina as in "I'm not sure I quite know what love is" and he's always with Kami and Kiri but something about being with Kiri is just magnetizing that he never wants to leave he used to walk home with him + the rest of the squad when they didnt live in the dorms and be excited to see and interact with him on a daliy basis

He never can actually decide if its actually love hes feeling or just a really close friendship he loves teasing the poor shark boy loves ganging up on the other squad members to tease them and just alone time hanging out with Kiri whether it be at school or one of their houses he just loves spending time with him training with him even if he loses half of the time

Finding himself with a hint of jealousy when his red head friend spends most of his time with Bakugo but not too jealous because he doesnt understand what hes even jealous about if that makes since

They are both so casual about their relationship that they've even kissed never on the mouth but necks,cheeks,close to the mouth but never the mouth he still cant pin point if something's there for him

Whens the part where he actually falls in love he wonders on the weekly

Kirishima stance

Kirishima is absolutely fascinated with Sero as his buddy the thought of going further never actually crossing his mind until the kissing starts then he has a crush Sero he wants to spend all his time with Sero but he chalks it up to "oh we're just friends this sometimes kissing thing we do it doesnt mean anything we are just a means to the others end" but does he himself really believe that? Is it crossing a line when you actively want to kiss your buddy? And make him happy? And you be the one who makes him happy I ways nobody else should? He can't wait for Hanta to drag him to their secret spot (which is like your basic anime track shed where they keep the equipment for sports) so he can wrap his arms around the taller and make out he looks forward to it even if they dont do it everyday he enjoys the special time with Sero he has and also cannot confirm if this is truly love but he knows he has a huge awkward crush

Neither of them know what to do or how to handle it and never speak about the things they probably should talk about they just continue on this way

I'm so sorry for taking so long I honestly did not have a good week and had no energy to reply to my asks but I'm here now and I am INVESTED

u gave me "He never can actually decide if its actually love hes feeling or just a really close friendship" and I give you aromantic Sero, he just does not get what romantic love is and is always really confused by couples and romance around him so it's one of the reasons why it took so fucking long for him to realize he actually felt Something for Kirishima. but to be fair, for him it doesn't change much, he just really wants to kiss him and hold hands

about Kirishima though... I think he is definitely very romantic and was the first one to realize Feelings between the two of them (after he tried to gaslit himself into thinking they were just very manly friends haha), I think he struggles with keeping himself in check around Sero just so he doesn't scare him away

I wonder how these two would confess or get together, I will be giving this a thought this upcoming week!

#sero x kirishima #bnha rare pair #bnha #kirisero #rei replies

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artsymeeshee · 3 years

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I found this account yesterday and wanted to say that I love your art! How would you feel if Alex were to make another graphic nobel or book (or even a Disney+ miniseries??) of Stan and Ford’s adventures on the boat after the show? Would you want more? Or would you like to leave the show how it is? I personally just want ONE more scene of Ford and Stan bonding canonically (especially a hug), and that is all I need to be complete in life.

I would absolutely LOVE to have anything with the boys out on their sea adventures. Even if it was like a 10 or 5 minute little special. ANYTHING (Alex pls hire me) I'm always starved for more canon content of these two. I'm still hopeful we'll get a little special something with them one day.

#ask #nostalgiaforlife

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bluemoondust · 3 years

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My twst oc boy's birthday was only two days ago and I wanted to just do something for it. I at least want to get some stress off my back so here's just a short something for him. His name is Cosmo and this is what he looks like (the blonde one). Hope you like him!

Warning(s): Clingy Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Pain (just a strong grip on darling's wrist), Mentions of Yelling, Attempted Kidnapping to actual Kidnapping

Notes: Darling is not MC in this; just is in the same boat as them, Everyone is 18+

You knew he wasn't that air headed from the second time you encountered him. He was just as cheery and naive as the Scarabia Dorm Leader, yet something was amiss as you heard more whispers along the hallways. He was a Spellman, but that didn't mean anything to you. How would you know if this world was so new to you? What did that even mean?

He was so eager to hang around you and your fellow friends, like he was starving for this sort of interaction. He'd always compliment and playfully tease you, but sometimes those smiles didn't reach his ruby red eyes. Maybe you're just imagining things. Cosmo had never done anything to even cause this sort of unease. He may be whatever others say he is, but that's just because of a name, right?

"You won't leave me, will you?" It was initially just an act of his whiny attitude when he got all pouty because of his elder brother's backhanded insults. The two would always get into petty arguments and Cosmo would complain if his brother got away with it. It isn't fair as he puts it. Still, now that question seems more alarming as time passes.

... and everything still seemed so normal and at peace.

You didn't have time for this. All this speculation was exhausting your mind and body. Sleep was more difficult as days pass and strange dreams woke you up. They weren't the usual mirror dreams you'd get. Maybe it was a sign, but how could you tell? A yawn passes your lips as you get up for the day. Might as well pull through and possibly get a nap in between lessons so you can avoid the chance of passing out in the hallways. That'd be a sight for others... And bothersome.

You've decided to rest in the library during break, letting Grim hang out with Ace and Deuce without you. All that was needed was some time for yourself. This was one of the only places you could get that.

Cosmo was much fussier than usual. Even more clingy as well as he spotted you sitting alone. He immediately vented out his frustrations of his brothers and other students; they were all so annoying and can't let him be at peace. "Not you guys though. You're very dear to me and I know you'll never upset me." It was supposed to be something of a way to cheer himself up, telling himself he had friends in you all no matter what.

"My brother doesn't like you. Because you're magicless and still manage to attend the school." Cosmo's voice was eerily monotone as he changed the subject, immediately making you hyper aware of where you were.

He blows air out of his mouth in a huff, "I don't care though. His pride is just wounded because of all the hard work he did to get here." A smirk creeped onto his lips. "It was so satisfying to see the look on his face."

You didn't know how to respond; couldn't tell if he was being serious about this conversation or just poking fun at his brother. His arm suddenly made it's way around your shoulder and his weight leaned onto your body.

"He's foolish and a complete pompous bastard." Cosmo sounded... Playful, but there was an edge to his voice. "Do you know what he told me this morning as I left my dorm?"

"No... What did he say?"

A soft but sharp laugh answered you as Cosmo displayed a tight smile. "He said you all are a bad influence on me. Especially you." A scoff. "What does he know?"

The half hug was suddenly becoming suffocating but that didn't seem to come to the blonde's attention. He was so warped up in every negative thought he had. You believed it was time to cut this conversation short before things escalated. It wasn't something you wanted to fear to happen, but there have been other times where your safety was threatened in this school. With a quick but gentle shove, you pried Cosmo off of you. Of course this startles him a little, until he gives you those puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, is it time to go already. Aw... I wanted some more time with you."

You did your best to push down the unease, mustering up your best smile. "Yeah, can't help that time flies, you know?"

Cosmo chuckles bitterly at your words. "Mhm. But... Maybe we can skip? Please? I'll make it up to you. I'll get notes from the class so we don't miss anything."

"Sorry Cosmo, but I can't afford to skip. Grim needs me there after all."

The young man blinks before pouting in defeat. "Fine, fine. You win. You're lucky that I like you~"

It doesn't mean anything. He always teases like this.

"Ah, well, I better get going. See you later." With a wave, you dash off to ensure you get to class on time. The whole conversation kept replying in your head as you felt his burning stare onto your back while your form got farther away.

"Of course."

Where the hell is this? You frantically scanned the area to see that you're nearing the woods next to the school. Everything was dark and crickets were chirping. Nighttime. How? A million thoughts raced through your head, but one excruciatingly loud one told you to head back to your room. You need a place of comfort to gather your thoughts for now—

"Aw man. I knew I shouldn't have strained my vocals too much."

"Cosmo?" Leave. Run. You had to get away. Seeing him and the desire to sprint was one thing you were sure of. Him being here was an obvious red flag. But why couldn't you move? Don't just stand there!

All you could do was listen to him hum cheerfully like you weren't absolutely terrified at this moment. "This is the farthest I've taken you out tonight. Guess singing without a water break is quite bothersome. Ugh..." He looked annoyed but he quickly shifted his expression to one of joy.

"But at least I managed to place a teensy curse on you before you could process anything! Aren't I resourceful! Vil always did tell me I should be more prepared in various situations."

You weren't listening. You wanted to scream, do anything other than be near him at this moment. Why you?

He crept closer, touching your face as he sighed in content. His forehead was then pressed against yours. "I wish we could stay like this forever... Just the two of us." Cosmo grabbed your wrists.

"Cosmo, please stop. This is wrong. We... We can talk this out. Just let me go."

He laughed at you. "Oh no, I can't do that my sweet thing." His increasing grip scared you as his smile remained but his tone shifted. "I can't afford to lose you. You're my everything. The only one who listens and cares. My brother be damned!"

It was the first time you've seen him express rage. All those pouts, whines, complaints were replaced with sneers, growls, and yelling. This might scare you a little less than his eerie calm and joyful self, but it made you flinch nonetheless. You hoped that this was all just some cruel nightmare from the lack of sleep.

"I'm so sorry... It'll be alright once you get you past that point. Then, you won't ever have a reason to leave me! You won't leave me," His voice lowered in a serene, but threatening melody, "Will you (Come To Me)?"

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere writing #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere twst oc #yandere twisted wonderland oc #yandere

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bigilante · 4 years

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contents: mature language(i think), soft stuff. words: 2.3k

: a.n : oh my goodness, this took me so long to get out, i'm sorry. please, i really need feedback on this because i feel like it’s rushed and jumpy and overall not a good chapter, so i would love if you told me your thoughts on it once you read it ♡

The drastic change of weather was a bit overwhelming as the group exited the airport and jumped in a taxi to be taken to the hotel they’ll be staying at for the weekend. In a space of nearly three hours they had changed from London’s cool fifteen degrees to Croatia’s warmth twenty-eight and it had the group immediately running into their hotel rooms to change into more appropriate clothes for such temperatures.

“I’m sorry about the room, I couldn’t change it last minute.” Harrison apologised as he pushed the door opened to allow y/n in first.

“It’s alright, I really don’t mind.” The girl dismissed, setting her suitcase in front of the cupboard as she let her eyes swept the decently sized room; the window near the king size bed was a floor to ceiling window outlooking the ocean nearby, the view pulled her closer to the thick glass forgetting for a couple seconds that she should change into more comfortable clothes as she took in the colours of the city.

“Pretty cool view, isn’t it?” Harrison’s voice came from close behind her, his scent hitting her nose as he stood by her side.

“It’s beautiful.” Y/n smiled, eyes not able to look away from the city below them.

“Look, I think we’re taking our boat from there,” He pointed to a particular spot by the beach, “But we need some food first, I’m starving.” With that he turned back around and started to unpack his bags. Y/n followed him suit, picking her clothes and getting into the bathroom to change, leaving him to change in the bedroom. By the time she made it back out —now wearing a thin white shirt tied with a knot instead of buttoned and a pair of comfy, loose shorts over her swimming costume instead of the jeans and plain top she was wearing on the plane, Harrison was already wearing different clothes and was sitting against the headboard, attention occupied by his phone.

“Are you taking something?” She asked him, throwing a small bottle of sunscreen and a few more bits she might need into a tote bag.

“Uhm, just my speaker and my camera—” He mumbled, stopping when his eyes finally met her figure but the reaction went unnoticed by the girl that was busy tying her hair up haphazardly.

“You can put them in here.” Y/n walked closer to him to hand him the bag which he took clumsily, incapable to tear his pupils away from the girl. “What?” She chuckled when she noticed the way he was just staring at her as if in awe.

“I… uhm I like—” He seemed to choke on his words, the light pink tinge on his cheeks prompting the girl to bite back a wider grin. “You look really pretty.” The blonde boy complimented almost breathlessly causing a warmth to grace her own cheeks and her glance to drop down on her front, shyly picking at the knot of her shirt with most of her fingers, conscious that what she was wearing was really nothing special. Then she looked up at him again properly taking in his outfit; bright red swimming trunks and a dad-ish white shirt with various random patterns in blue and a light shade of rusty red all over it.

“Thanks, I like your shirt.” The girl retorted, letting out a giggle before she added, “It’s a dad shirt, but it’s cool.” Harrison chuckled at her comment, looking down at himself then back up at her.

“Dad on tour.” He added, getting a nod and a lighthearted snicker from y/n. “Ready? The others are waiting downstairs already.” He informed as he stood up, grabbing his instant camera and speaker plopping them in the girl’s bag.

Breakfast was pretty uneventful, everyone made mundane little conversations about the weather and how gorgeous Split was, making y/n feel immediately comfortable around them as she felt like the attention wasn’t on her and Harrison, meaning she didn’t have to pretend much. She was chatting with Charlotte when Harrison chuckled at his phone, “What?” Charlotte asked, furrowing her brows slightly at her brother.

“It’s begun, guys. Mum is asking for pictures already.” He snickered, holding his phone up and sideways to fit everyone on the screen.

“I can take it for you, if you want.” Y/n offered before he could capture the image, subconsciously hiding behind him. Slowly, he lowered his arm again and turned to face her, pale irises dancing between hers for a few seconds before he came up with an answer.

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded his head, offering her his phone as she pushed her chair back to step in front of the table to get them all in frame, taking two pictures and handing the phone back to the blonde. Y/n knew Phil and if she thought the girl was back with Harrison she’d want a picture that included her yet, she planned on not appearing in any group photos for the future of their play being so uncertain y/n didn’t want to ruin the memories of the family’s trip by being in their pictures as if it was all real.

Shortly after that they moved to the streets of Split, taking in the place as they walked to the port where there was a speedboat waiting for them just like their schedule marked to take them to Hvar for the day. It wasn’t a small boat, it was definitely enough for the seven of them plus the captain. Y/n and Harrison were the last to board, Harrison’s hand extended in front of y/n the moment she put her right foot inside the boat, freezing in her spot when it rocked with the sea current.

She held his hand immediately, a bit too tightly that it made the blonde boy mutter a sweet reassurance that he had her. He did all the work for her, pulling the girl into the boat for she was still a bit stiff with that one foot inside it. She wasn’t scared of boats that she was sure of, it was just the initial instability of the yacht that had spiked her nerves for a second too long for her to actually get in by herself fast enough.

Harrison didn’t leave her side once on their way to the island, he sat right next to her with his arm around the back of the seat really close to her shoulders as he distracted her by pointing random stuff out. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, that she wasn’t scared at all but the way he seemed so focused on making sure she was okay had her heart and stomach fluttering like crazy.

Once the speedboat came to a stop not too far from Hvar’s port everyone got rid of their summer-y clothes to reveal their swimwear except for the youngest couple. Y/n rummaged through her bag, pulling out Harrison’s instant camera and speaker, handing the latter to Charlotte that sat next to her under the shade of the yacht. “Have you got sunscreen on yet?” Y/n asked at the younger girl, waving the small bottle of sunscreen around to emphasise. At the time she asked that Harrison's head lifted from the cooler from where he retrieved a big can of Heineken.

“No,” The blonde said before his sister could answer, catching y/n’s attention and prompting her to hold back a set of giggles as she directed her glance back to Charlotte who had her lips pressed tightly obviously trying to suppress her own laughter.

“Come here, then.” Y/n waved him over and he complied with a boy-ish smile on his face as he cracked his beer open taking a big gulp as he sat down leaving y/n standing in front him and between his legs. “Sunglasses off,” She prompted while she squeezed the white cream onto the tips of her fingers, dotting it all over his face then proceeded to smooth it into his skin with delicate touches. Unbeknown to them Charlotte took it upon herself to snap a quick photo of the pair, somehow the shooter of the instant camera didn’t manage to break their little bubble.

Y/n was too concentrated on his beautiful face; relaxed under her fingertips. And Harrison? He was too busy enjoying the girl’s touch. “Want me to do your back too?” She inquired, disturbing the boy’s serene moment causing him to open his eyes again shortly meeting hers.

“Please,” He smiled up at her, putting his beer down beside him so he could start unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t bother on getting up, he just turned halfway leaving the girl to sit behind him to be able to properly apply the sunscreen on him. The feeling of his skin under her palms was something she never thought she had missed of him, out of all the things she found herself wanting his hands on her own body. She glided her hands over his shoulder and neck, standing again and reaching over to get his chest coated before she spoke.

“Done.” She informed, reluctantly letting go of him to step away.

“Thanks, y/n/n.” Harrison appreciated before taking a swing of his beer. “Want me to do you?” The blonde offered, and the way he worded it had y/n’s face heating up way too fast and the fact that he had said it quite loudly had the rest of the group quickly turning their heads in the pair’s direction.

“Oi! Keep it PG there’s a kid next to you!” Tobias half-shouted from his spot by the very back of the boat.

“Shut up, I’m not a kid!” Charlotte was the first to protest, then Harrison mumbled something under his breath, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

“I meant, put sunscreen on her, you tosser.” Harrison explained louder, a deep red tone coloured his cheeks, neck and chest as his older step brother laughed.

“If it’s not much to ask…” Y/n trailed off, twirling the string of her shorts in her fingers, suddenly all shy in front of him.

“Of course it isn’t, gorgeous.” The endearing term he used further intensified the warmth of her cheeks, her heart drummed inside her chest like it hadn’t done in a while. She didn’t notice she had zoned out until his fingertips graced her cheek as he started to apply sunscreen on her face. He was being extremely gentle, eyes focused on the girl’s face and how his digits spread the sun protection on her skin. The instant his hands didn’t return to her face y/n’s hands were quick to undo the knot of her shirt, shedding it and leaving her just in her swimsuit and shorts. She turned her back on him timidly waiting for his touch, nagging at her bottom lip with her teeth in anticipation.

His hands felt way more rough than she remembered them to be but his touch was just as gentle as it always had been. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, immediately opening again when she remembered his sister was there with them. Harrison’s fingers gently massaged her neck, quickly moving to her shoulders then down her back; his touch making her stand straighter subconsciously. It became too much to handle when he curled his fingers on her waist and his thumb softly caressed her skin, she had to step away for her own sanity. “Thank you.” She muttered once she was at a prudent distance from the blonde. Y/n watched him press his lips together before he nodded, rubbing his hands together to spread the sunscreen left on them.

After that subtle action from y/n, Harrison made sure to give her space, he distracted himself with the boys; jumping out of the boat into the sea while y/n chilled with the girls. They had the chance to have a snack in Hvar before they went back to Split for their actual dinner. In the restaurant Harrison slowly started to get close to her again mainly because his cousin pointed out that they seemed distant and had the rest of the group —except for Charlotte, asking if they were upset.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier,” Harrison said softly while they walked back to the boat hand in hand. He was being more quiet than normal, for the reason that they had the group right behind them. The low volume forced her to move closer to him, her free hand naturally wrapping around his forearm at the same time her temple rested on his shoulder.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable.” Y/n’s voice matched his, “I was overwhelmed.” She mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed to admit it but somehow relieved that she was being honest.

“Well, I’m sorry I made you feel overwhelmed.” The blue-eyed boy apologised, the sincerity of his tone prompting y/n to look up at him and be met by his kind eyes. No words came out of her, she couldn’t mutter a response even though she knew exactly what she had to say back still, instead of a verbal answer she just pressed her lips to his shoulder, lingering there as she breathed in his scent imprinted on his shirt, closing her eyes when she felt his own lips met her forehead.

Y/n sighed heavily, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to pretend that they were back together. Maybe it was detrimental for her emotions to act like they were still what they used to be. Yes, they were both available and yes, it still felt like they maintained the same sentiments for one another but one thing was having a friendly love between them and another was actually being in love with each other still.

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outerbankslut · 4 years

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Confessions... JJ Maybank (ptersparkers’ Writing Challenge)

Summary • You had been dating JJ for the for a few months after meeting him a year before and during a Kegger one night he gains the courage to confess something.

Warnings • Underage Drinking. Swearing. Mentions of smoking weed. JJ being hella cheesy and cute. Minimal violence (punching). Makeout scene at the end and insinuated smut after.

Word Count • 3.2k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

BEER ROCKED DANGEROUSLY over the side of the red solo cup held in JJ Maybank's hand as he bobbed from side to side within the crowd of sweaty, buzzed teenagers. He was 7 beers and one joint deep and it had barely been 2 hours. But that was JJ for you. Getting hammered at parties and hooking up with random tourons would normally be his plan for the night. Until he met you. His life drastically changed with you around. He stayed round your house, you hung out on the boat together, you surfed with each other, comforted each other. You both enjoyed each other's presence. You felt safe in each other's arms.

Eventually JJ asked the million dollar question, not marriage though. Yet. He asked you to be his girlfriend on a boat ride, just the two of you as the sun set behind you. It was surprisingly romantic for the Maybank boy which you had told him. He simply kissed you on the lips and said when there was the right motivation for him to, which was wanting to spend every moment with you, he could be as romantic as he wanted.

JJ took the rim of the cup to his lips and let the beer wash down his throat as he turned, looking around him, searching for one person. Until he found you. His eyes landed on your head of hair standing by the keg chatting with John B gripping a similar red solo cup to JJs own. Except you weren't stumbling from side to side like him.

"Ellie!" He called out as he pushed his way through the herd of people and beamed as he saw you turn around.

"Took you long enough to get here."

As soon as he reached you he wrapped his arms around you tightly like a koala bear and nestled his head on your chest. You laughed at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around him, the vibrations coursing through your body to his as he inhaled your soothing scent. He felt so lucky to hear your laugh all the time. That melodic, enchanting laugh.

"How much have you had drink JJ?"

You asked. He pulled away counting on his fingers and held up three with a goofy grin before saying, "Five beers."

You chose not to comment on his maths considering he was already hammered so it wasn't his fault.

John B piped up from behind you, "I think he's had six or seven. And I saw him smoking a joint early on."

"Thanks, John B." You smiled, before you took JJs hand leading him over to a log that didn't have any people sitting on it. "How about we sit down, J?"

Then you felt a gentle tug on your hand as JJ stood still in the sand begrudgingly. "No, I wanna go dance."

"You look like you're about to fall flat on your face, J. Are you sure?"

"Yeah. But can you come with me? Please Ellie belly." He begged, pouting and you got so caught up in his wide innocent stare that you found yourself nodding. If JJ was there you would happily do anything with him.

He pulled you into the crowd as you made sure he wouldn't fall over from his inebriated state.

His blond hair was held back by a navy blue bandana but strays still brushed against the soft skin of his face in the wind. He quickly put his arms around your waist quickly as if to say you were taken. Both of you completely content as you put your own wound round his shoulders. It wasn't even a slow song playing as you both swayed in the moonlight but you acted like it was anyway.

After a while it got too much within the masses of people surrounding you so you left it with JJ following after you.

"Hey, where you going?" He asked his eyes widening at the thought of you leaving him. He didn't want you to ever leave him. The sight melted your heart. If this was your ex he wouldn't even have asked. And would've just stayed dancing, probably with other girls as though he didn't have a girlfriend at all.

"I'm just going to go further up the beach. Where it's quieter. You coming?"

"Yeah." He'd go with you anywhere. "Of course, I'll go with you."

You smiled and walked down the beach, your feet sinking into the sand with each step you took.

The waves were louder where you were. Mainly because there wasn't music blasting right in your ear or the loud chatter and yells of Pogues partying.

You both laid next to each other in a small area on the sand listening the water crashing against the shore not caring about the sand that most likely covered you head to toe.

"Hey look, El." He pointed his finger into the sky towards a cluster of stars. "That one looks like a dick." He smirked. "That's probably like the size of mine as well. You think?"

"Mmm, I think maybe a grain of sand is more comparable." You looked at him with with a teasing smirk and he sent you a glare. "Anyway, I don't even see—wait nevermind I see it now." You paused for a second laughing.

"What?" He asked poking your shoulder.

"Its—It's the big dicker."

JJ snickered at the pun and you fist bumped before taking his hand in yours. Eventually the laughter faded to a comfortable silence with JJ rubbing circles on the back of your hand and you holding onto his like your life depended on it. JJs touch was soft and kind and yours was reassuring and gentle.

All of the sudden JJ turned over in the sand facing you as you turned to face him too.

He cleared his throat before speaking, your faces only millimetres apart. "El, there's—there's something I've wanted to say to you about... for a while now."

He was slightly sobered up now at the thought of what he was about to say. It was big for JJ. Never once had he felt love towards someone other than his four friends. His hookups meant nothing and his family—well that wasn't love in the slightest. So for him to feel safe and comfortable with someone was rare and it was a big deal.

You laid in anticipation thinking about what he could be saying. There could've been a hundred things. But one thing popped up that made you feel giddy inside. Your mind was saying no. There was no way he was about to say that. If anything he was probably about to break up with you. But you swiftly made sure to push that to the back of your mind. Though you didn't know what to think at his long pause as he tried to find the words.

"Is it—is it something bad or—"

"No, no. Just don't freak out or anything cause I don't think I could handle that."

You pinched your eyebrows in confusion but nodded nonetheless with an encouraging smile.

"I don't know whether you feel the same way or anything, but I think—"

And just like that JJ was interrupted as John B ran over laughing. "Guys Popes about to do a Keg stand."

You looked bewildered to say the least. From your short time knowing the Pogues you knew pope rarely drank. JJ huffed quietly under his breath sending a scowl into the back of John B who was going back to the epicentre of the beach party. You pulled JJ up his hand which you hadn't let go of yet and paused holding him back for a second.

"Hey? Um, what was it you wanted to say?"

"Nothing it doesn't matter." JJ sighed and gave a thin lipped smile. The atmosphere was ruined now. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to mean something. But it didn't feel right to say in that moment.

You nodded not convinced but let it go. If it was that important he would have said wouldn't he?

AT TWO AM the party was still going and JJ had sobered up more, not wanting to be drunk if he was to try and tell you by the end of the night. He just needed to build up the courage again to say those words he'd been so starved of most of his life.

A lot of the Tourons and Kooks had cleared off going back to their holiday homes or mansions while the Pogues partied till dawn. Since they had no obligations, no one to answer to, nothing to lose.

Pope was completely drunk from the keg stand and Kiara was babysitting him for the rest of the night while trying to stop him from drinking even more.

JJ had strayed from you a few minutes before going over to talk to John B next to the campfire that was roaring while you manned the practically empty keg. You were sitting sipping on your own beer when you felt someone sit next to you and turned to see a boy who looked a little older than you.

"Hey baby." He put his arm around you as you grimaced attempting to push it off. "What do you say we get out of here and go back to my place?"

JJ was facing away from you for a second before John Bs face contorts to confusion and the blond turns to see the boy with his arm around you, not him. Just some random guy.

"Um, no thanks. I have a boyfriend." You push's his arm off standing up and walking away until he grabs your arm tightly.

JJs grip on the plastic cup crumpled it and he dropped it to the floor as he stormed towards the scene quickly with a furious stride in his step.

"That was a little rude." His breath hit your ear and the intoxication obvious as you winced at the pressure on your arm. You looked from him to his calloused hand placing extra pressure on your arm probably leaving bruises. And then gritted your teeth in annoyance as you hissed, "Let go, asshole."

"You heard what she said asshole let go of her." The voice of your boyfriend rung out when the guy didn't relent and even having the audacity to let out a low chuckle.

"What are you her boyfriend?"

You saw the blaze in his eyes and shook your head. "JJ it's fi—"

"Yeah, actually I am. So I suggest if you've got any sense left in that pea sized brain of yours, you let go of her." JJs fists tightened slightly and his jaw clenched.

The guy let go of your arm with a scoff before pushing you forward roughly towards JJ.

"Fucking slut." He spat in your direction and turned to leave but the fire in JJs eyes only grew.

His arms caught you as quickly as they abandoned you when he gently pushed you away from him and ran at the guy tackling him into the sand. People who had gathered around gasped in shock. Though, what was shocking about JJ Maybank getting into a fight at a party?

You went to go forward but John B pulled you back shaking his head as he moved forward to pull JJ away from the boy who he had punched twice.

John B pulled his friend off putting a hand on his chest to stop him running towards the guy groaning on the floor. Luckily the guy ran off quickly not causing anymore trouble as you hurriedly stepped towards the boy grabbing his shoulders and looking over his face and body.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you okay?" He said as he looked at the red print left on your arm his hands grazing over it.

"I'm fine, J. You didn't have to do that."

"I didn't have to—Are you serious? Of course I did. He wasn't letting go of you. I wasn't just gonna stand there and watch."

"I—I could've handled it. I don't want you getting hurt just because you think I'm a damsel in distress who can't help herself."

"You're not just a damsel in distress you're my girlfriend. I did it because you shouldn't have to go through that, we're a package deal. I protect you and you protect me."

Your face softened. "J, I understand and thankyou, I just hate the thought of you getting hurt because of me."

"Well deal with it cause as long as we're together I'll take any punches thrown your way because I love you so fucking much!"

JJ let out a breath as he realised what he'd just said and his eyes widened. You stood frozen as the words spilled out, your feet stuck to the ground, your hands trapped at your side.

"You—you love me?"

JJ got over the initial shock of what he said and nodded furiously. "Of course, you're the most amazing girl I've ever met. And the fact that you care too just makes me love you more. I'll scream I love you from the rooftops if I have to. So that guys like that know that you're my girlfriend."

The boy suddenly got an idea as he spotteda red metal stand stuck in in the sand behind you. He sent you a grin before rushing over to the object climbing up holding his hands in the air and wobbling slightly before yelling to the crowd of Pogues. "Can I have your attention please, everyone?"

Your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do and you held in a breath.

"In case you didn't already know I'm in love with Ellie Reed that girl right there. And she's my girlfriend so if anyone here was thinking about going near her. Think again, she's off limits!"

Your cheeks flushed red and your lip was quivering now while a tear trickled down your cheek slowly.

The boy you loved with your whole heart, loved you back. He jumped down from the stand and before he got a chance to walk any further you ran up to him jumping into his arms that he quickly outstretched. He twirled you around once you were safely in his embrace and you felt like you were on top of the world.

"You don't have to feel the same way. I just needed you to know." He whispered in your ear, he was honest and he was scared. Scared that once he said that you'd run away cause you wouldn't feel the same way. He was reluctant to even admitting this in fear of rejection. But sometimes you just need to say fuck you to your fears and go for it.

You shook your head pulling back and wiping a small tear that was in a puddle on your cheek. As he set you back on the sand you lightly hit his chest.

"You going soft on me Maybank? Oh wait no you already were before." You teased him but he didn't care. You wanted to make sure he knew exactly how you felt back. So you did.

"I love you too, JJ. Dating you has made me feel like I actually have someone who I could go to for anything. You're so supportive. And the way I've seen you with your friends, you'd do anything for them. And I admire that so much."

You took his bandana in your hand and said, "And I especially love this cute ass bandana on you." You grinned winking at him. JJ made a mental note to wear it more often. "You're an amazing person and boyfriend and I don't think words even express my love for you."

He beamed at you and he wrapped his arms around you, his own eyes watering slightly and he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. It felt like he was high. But he didn't need weed for the type of high he was on right then.

THE DOOR WAS pushed open as you and JJ made your way through the entryway to JJs room lips locked. His hands slipped down to your waist grazing over the end seams of your top attempting to pull it up though it was tightly held on your body.

"Why is your top so hard to get off?" He grunted in frustration.

"I don't know. I'll just take it off." You pulled it over your head, throwing it to the side it hitting the floor and he stood still for a second.

"God, you're so fucking hot." He breathed out before stripping himself of his baggy tank top and pressed you up against the door, it slamming shut in the process. You smiled against his lips suddenly feeling dizzy and euphoric as his hands roamed your body. You gripped his hair tightly, your hands placed on the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.

You felt his hands tighten around your bare waist when you moved your hands from his neck down the sides of his stomach lightly brushing over his abs before you reached the button of his board shorts. You unbuttoned them hastily and he kicked them off not wanting to take his attention from you.

Then his hands went down to the skirt you wore. Pulling at the waist band before he pulled it down, his hands brushing over the red lace situated beneath.

He broke the kiss and began trailing them along your jaw before whispering in your ear. "Jump."

You did exactly that feeling a tingling sensation at his hold on your thighs pinning you against the wooden door as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

He trailed kisses further down your jaw before he carried you towards the bed and threw you down on the covers. You stared up at him his heavy breath hitting your face as he leaned down trailing the soft down your neck first and then down your chest. You were letting out soft moans and calling out his name as he sucked on your skin nicking it with his teeth leaving reddish marks left and right around your chest.

When he moved down to the lining of your laced underwear the creak of a door sounded through the room.

"JJ I—" Pope froze his eyes wide as he saw his friend on top of you only in your underwear. JJ quickly moved his body over yours.

"Jesus Christ, Pope."

"I'll—I'll leave you guys to it. Uh, have fun? And sorry."

Pope quickly exited the room looking mortified at the image of his friend having sex while Kiara and John B standing outside realised what had happened and laughed to themselves.

JJ let out a chuckle while you huffed. The thought of his friends being just outside the room was slightly unnerving as you realised the amount of times you had moaned JJs name. But just JJs touch took that feeling away. His head has rested on your chest before he sat up looking to you full of lust.

"Why don't we just finish what we started then."

Note • So I was on the fence about posting this for a while cause I just wasn’t that happy with how it ended up but I went back and edited it today and I’m much happier with how it turned out. Like it was 1.4k words before I edited it and then bam like 3k words. Oops. But the main part I was worried about was the last part cause I’ve literally just written the like 2 kisses in my other imagines. Hopefully it doesn’t cringe anyone to death. Also thankyou @ptersparkers for making the writing comp cause I kinda got out of my comfort zone writing the last part. (Also your study sessions series helped me kinda). Also this is the post that says about it if you wanted to participate :)

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