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kisses4choso · 8 months

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#GOOD PAIN

SYNOPSIS: patching them up when they're hurt. CHARACTERS: ZORO & SANJI WARNINGS: fwb dynamic, lots of tension, suggestive asf, foul language, cuts. NOTE: maybe i'm a little into wounded men, am i crazy?

“fuck,” he groaned, and it was probably the hundredth time you’d heard that exact word drop from ZORO's bloody lips. “if you stayed still, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much,” you emphasized your point by pushing his chest back, “or maybe if you were careful,” you sighed, moving on from the wound on his lower abdomen to the one right above it.

“oh, what? you’re not even gonna thank me for saving your ass back there?” he complained again, huffing loudly when you swiped the wet towel against his chest a bit too harshly. “i didn’t need your help,” you retort, and he knew you well enough to understand you weren’t lying, but he couldn’t just stand back and watch as you were attacked.

he'd much rather sit there with you between his legs, tending to his wounds, than have you in the chair, hurt. the thought of it terrified him.

“i still deserve-” his words were cut off by a quiet hiss when you made a final swipe across his pecs, and maybe he was exaggerating a bit to make you feel bad, but he didn’t expect you to be so rough.

he held his breath as you opened the bottle of ointment, and watched as you poured it first on your hands and then onto his open wounds.

he moaned, and you coughed in surprise, "stop being loud."

"adrenaline's wearing off, give me a shot or two and maybe i'll shut up."

you sighed, indulged him by pouring him a full shot, and reached for gauze and bandages to put over his wounds as he drank. you began to wrap them across and around his body as gently as you could, and he made no complaint, except for the occasional groan. "just one more, okay? you got it, right? not gonna pass out on me?"

zoro didn't know if it was the blood loss or the alcohol that was causing the fuzzy feeling in his body that made him feel dumb, made him feel completely not himself. "mhm," he responded, and meant for it to sound sarcastic, he wanted to keep up with your banter, but the words left his lips weakly, a whimper at best.

"you look good," although you were no chopper, your work would do for a temporary fix.

you scanned his face, which was plastered with cutesy bandaids (you ran out of plain ones), and realizing your odd choice of words, you quickly corrected yourself, "i meant, the bandages look good. if they rip, i can fix them for you."

he leaned onto the chair he sat in, “no thanks, this hurt more than actually getting cut,” he mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

“all right, baby,” you laughed, focused on picking up all the tools you had lying around, but you turned to look at him once you realized he hadn’t even answered with a mean comment of his own. “you good? lost too much blood?” you poked his bare arm, and he released a shaky breath.

“don't call me that,” he scoffed, eyes quickly abandoning yours when you stood up to your full height, towering over his sitting form, head slightly tilted down and gaze lowered to look at him.

“you mean baby? i was insulting you, don't get a big head.”

he took yet another shot and smiled at his own foolishness; the pain in his chest was completely forgotten and replaced by a rush of confidence, “shut up and drink, maybe after a few shots you'll actually mean it.”

SANJI's choked groan resounded in the room, and you dropped your hands from where they laid on his leg. "sorry, did that hurt?" you asked, peeked up at him to find his face completely flushed, "sanji?"

he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes with a shaky hand, "just... just give me a second, please."

"okay," you nodded, and stood up from where you were kneeling to give sanji a break. "you should probably wait for chopper to help you, i don't want your wounds to get infected because of me."

he shook his head and shifted his weight on the barrel he sat on, "you're not hurting me."

"you're lying, i'm literally watching you tear up," you brushed his hair out of his face to get a good look at his eyes, which you could have sworn were watering, but he immediately shut them. "it's not that," the cook mumbled, hyper aware of your hands in his disheveled hair, he inwardly groaned. you smiled nervously, "then what is it?"

he bit his lower lip, trying to distract himself from your enveloping scent, "i can't."

"sanji, look at me," and he slowly opened his eyes, and you sighed, "see? you're one touch away from crying."

your words were about as helpful as your proximity and your touch.

his eyes looked down at his legs, embarrassed to be in such a state in front of you. "it doesn't hurt badly." you crossed your hands over your chest, clearly not believing him, "so, what? it hurts good?"

he bit the inside of his cheek, but didn't respond. how was he supposed to react to that? if he told you the truth, would you be disgusted? would you curse him out and leave?

you didn't miss a beat, "i didn't know you were into that kinda thing."

he cleared his throat, searched your eyes for any kind of judgement, but ultimately found none. he still felt compelled to apologize, "i'm sorry, love. i don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but i just… i can't help myself when i'm around you."

you couldn't say you were surprised about sanji's interests, so you decided to test your limits, "don't be sorry. just be good and keep it down, yeah?"

he sat up straighter at that, and you took it as a sign to continue, "don't want the crew getting the wrong idea."

i can take both just saying 🤞

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poisonlove · 8 months

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It's Fine | j.o

Sorry I'm very sorry

Part 3

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" I yelled in panic, my eyes anxiously scanning the ride as it slowly ascended along the track. "Stop complaining and enjoy the roller coaster," Jenna replied with a small smile, her eyes shining with adrenaline.

She had the absurd idea of coming to the county fair to try out some new rides. I had never been very comfortable with these attractions, but Jenna was always seeking adventures. My heart was racing, my breath quickening. I was afraid of heights and the thought of being suspended in the air. But Jenna seemed completely at ease.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "Okay, maybe I could give it a try. But just one!" I said, still trying to convince myself.

We continued to wait as the ride reached its highest point. Then, with a sudden jolt, the brakes gave way, and we were catapulted downward. "CRAP!" I exclaimed loudly, my eyes wide with surprise. Instinctively, I placed my hand on Jenna's, hoping to find support to prevent me from falling during the ride. Her slender fingers intertwined with mine in an instant, strengthening the grip of my hold.

In the blink of an eye, the death-defying ride came to a stop.

The safety bar lifted, allowing us to exit, and I thanked the heavens for still being alive. "See? It was fun," Jenna said with a huge smile plastered on her lips. "Fun? I saw my soul leave my body," I muttered distractedly. "You're always such a drama queen," Jenna teased, while fixing her ruffled hair.

My eyes slowly descended to our still intertwined hands. In that moment, a wave of self-awareness washed over me, causing my cheeks to blush intensely. I swallowed hard, feeling suddenly awkward, and with a clumsy gesture, I released our grip.

Jenna made a disappointed face but quickly replaced it with a shy smile.

"You don't know what I'm usually like; you don't know me at all," I exclaimed with irritation, remembering the times Jenna used to tease me.

"Can we move on?" Jenna's voice sounded like a plea. "I've told you several times that I want to change, to be myself," she concluded, looking at me seriously.

I opened my mouth indignantly and sighed heavily. "Mmmh," I grumbled, still not entirely convinced. "I didn't hear that," Jenna said with a small smile on her lips. "Fine... I'll try," I muttered under my breath.

"Well then... I must say that this sweatshirt looks great on you," Jenna complimented, changing the subject.

I had decided to wear a simple gray sweatshirt and a pair of ripped jeans that matched my Adidas sneakers.

"Thanks," I smiled, embarrassed. "You too... I mean... you look beautiful, umm... you looked beautiful this morning too, but that's not the point," I stammered, blushing.

Jenna chuckled softly and tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "What do you want to do now?" she asked eagerly, looking around at the bustling fairground rides with bright eyes. My eyes fixed on the Ferris wheel, longing to see the city from above and find some quiet in this bustling fair.

"What do you say we take a ride on the Ferris wheel?" I asked timidly, and Jenna smiled to the side. "I knew you wanted to go there, old lady," Jenna teased and nudged me playfully in the side. "But if you want to go on the Ferris wheel, then let's go," she said with enthusiasm.

Jenna timidly, with flushed cheeks, reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers as we walked toward the enormous Ferris wheel. The sensation was overwhelming, and my body seemed torn between the instinct to pull away in fear and the irresistible desire to draw closer due to the sweet feeling this contact was causing.

Jenna's thumb instinctively caressed the back of my hand, sending shivers down my spine. Her nails, light as feathers, glided gently on my skin, creating an electrifying sensation.

Jenna approached the counter with a smile on her lips. "Can I have two tickets for the Ferris wheel, please?" She asked politely.

The person behind the counter handed over the tickets, and Jenna handed over a $10 bill to pay for the ride.

"You don't have to pay for me..." I murmured timidly, feeling indebted.

Jenna looked at me with a small smile on her lips. "I'm inviting, I'm paying."

Our turn arrives, and with tickets in hand, we step onto the Ferris wheel. An awkward silence envelops us as we settle into the cabin. Slowly, the wheel starts moving upward. Unlike roller coasters, the Ferris wheel gives me a unique sense of security and tranquility.

As we ascend, the city unfolds before us, bathed in the warm sunlight. Streets wind like intricate mazes, buildings stand majestically, and golden reflections on the nearby river create a magical atmosphere. The city seems like a different world from up here, and I can't tear my eyes away from this enchanting spectacle.

I hear a strange noise beside me and see Jenna focused on something.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion.

"I'm... wait a second," Jenna murmurs softly, concentrating.

My eyes shift downward, and I notice with careful attention that Jenna's skirt has ridden up slightly due to her awkward position. My cheeks flush with red, and I instinctively look away, trying to maintain a certain level of privacy in the cramped Ferris wheel cabin.

Jenna shifts and turns toward me, her eyes shining with pride.

"Look at what I've done!" she says with enthusiasm.

Squinting my eyes, I try to figure out what Jenna has done. My mouth falls open in realization, and I look at Jenna beside me with an expression of reproach.

"You vandalized the ride?" I ask, closely examining the etching Jenna made with a key.

"Stop seeing the negative side," Jenna exclaims, evidently annoyed. "I wanted to be romantic," she murmurs softly.

A small smile spreads across my lips as I observe Jenna's doodle: my initial + J enclosed in a heart.

How can someone so brash be so endearing?

Jenna raises her eyebrows mischievously and smiles genuinely. "Ehmm... don't I deserve a reward?" she asks boldly.

"A reward?" I inquire with confusion.

Jenna rolls her eyes at my words but then smiles shyly. My pupils dilate as I watch Jenna close her eyes and slowly extend her lips, inviting me to kiss.

"I'm waiting," Jenna's statement sounds odd, given the angle of her mouth.

I reflect on how well Jenna has behaved in these past few hours. Blushing, I decide to approach her.

Now, closer to Jenna, I can observe her face more closely. Her closed eyes, awaiting the kiss, are framed by long lashes. As I look at her from such a proximity, I notice the various freckles surrounding her face, giving Jenna a unique and captivating appearance.

The conscience in the back of my head warns me, and hesitating for a moment, I lean in to delicately kiss Jenna's cheek. My action causes Jenna to tense under the touch of my lips on her skin.

She stammers something incomprehensible, her words forming only disjointed sounds, while her cheeks blaze with embarrassment.

"Let's get off!" Jenna yells, jumping up and swiftly exiting the ride as soon as it returns to the ground, as if she needed a sudden escape.

I chuckle tenderly and follow Jenna off the ride.

Jenna rubs her cheeks with her hands and then straightens her back, trying to regain her composure.

"Ehmm... I want cotton candy," Jenna exclaims with a small smile, turning towards me, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"How do you want it?" I ask, tilting my head to the side, curious.

"Pink, hippo!" she exclaims with a contagious smile on her lips.

***

Several weeks have passed since that exciting encounter at the fair, and things between Jenna and me have evolved in a surprising way.

"Are you really sure about what you're doing?" Sofia asks with concern, looking at me seriously.

"Yes..." I smile timidly.

Jenna has slowly distanced herself from the "popular" group, making up excuses one after another. Of course, she still continues to be a cheerleader, but this time she avoids any contact with her former best friend, Cassie, who has since become the leader of the group.

"I really see a change in her," I murmur with flushed cheeks. "It's... how can I put it," I whisper. "Kind." I bite my lower lip trying to hide a smile.

The physical violence has decreased considerably, but the insults are still there.

"Y/n/n... I just want you to be happy," Sofia states, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Because it seems strange to me that she never shows up with you," she murmurs, trying to make me see reason.

This is true... when we were at school, Jenna never stayed with me, not even in class. We exchanged greetings in the hallways, and then she would go talk to her group of friends. Without looking at me.

But I understood; it wasn't easy to come out, and I would be patient all the time.

"Okay, fine... see you later," Sofia gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled genuinely before heading to the locker rooms.

I smiled to myself as I turned towards the school's exit. But in the distance, I saw Asher, and my blood froze. The brunette smirked maliciously.

"Get her!" he yelled angrily, and panic engulfed me when a pair of arms dragged me towards the bleachers on the football field.

"What do you want! Let me go!" I screamed, feeling uncontrollable fear. "Please," I whispered, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

The guys threw me to the ground. "What the hell did you do to Jenna, huh? Why did she distance herself from us?" Asher shouted angrily.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion, tears streaming down my cheeks.

A powerful slap made me turn my head in the opposite direction. The pulsating pain shot through my face, and a metallic taste filled my mouth as I bled slightly.

"TELL ME!" Asher muttered through his teeth, his voice filled with anger.

Crying uncontrollably, I felt the searing pain on my cheek. Asher looked at me with eyes overflowing with rage and delivered a violent kick to my stomach, causing me to bend forward.

The pain spread through my body like a wave of fire. It was a sharp, burning pain that seemed to steal my breath away. Tears kept flowing, but I desperately tried to hide them as I endured the physical agony I was enduring.

I spat blood on the ground, looking at Asher with fear and anger.

"I don't know what the hell you want... but I suggest you go to hell," I murmured, forcing a bitter smile, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

"Damn..." Asher muttered and leaned in to give me another punch.

I closed my eyes, preparing to take the blow when a voice suddenly interrupted the jerk.

"ASHER!" someone yelled.

I turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Jenna walking towards us with a worried look. Jenna was wearing the cheerleader uniform, most likely preparing for practice.

Jenna alternated her gaze between me and Asher before crouching down and looking at me seriously. Her hands gently moved along my face, trying to assess the wounds.

She clenched her teeth when she saw the deep cut on my cheek, her expression full of concern.

"Are you okay?" Jenna whispered softly.

"Yes..." I replied with a small smile.

"What the hell is going on, Jenna?" Asher asked incredulously. "Since when are you hanging out with this loser?" he questioned skeptically.

Jenna sighed loudly. "Since I fell in love with her... okay?" she said irritably. "What... you..." Asher stammered in surprise.

"You heard me; do you have a problem with that?" Jenna challenged.

Asher looked at his friends and, with a quick glance, they decided it was better to leave. "It's not over, Ortega," Asher muttered before walking towards the school's exit.

Jenna sighed and turned to me.

"You didn't have to..." I began.

"No... I had to, it's the right thing to do," Jenna said with a small smile. "But it wasn't necessary..." I said timidly.

Jenna put her hands around my face, making eye contact with me. "It's necessary to be honest with yourself... and I'm bisexual," she whispered softly, smiling.

Jenna leaned in shyly and joined our lips in a tender kiss.

The kiss was sweet and gentle, a celebration of honesty and mutual acceptance. Jenna's lips were warm and inviting, and our contact grew more intense. It was as if we were merging into a single moment of understanding and affection, and all doubts or fears seemed to fade away.

My hands instinctively rested against her hips, feeling the exposed skin under my fingertips.

Jenna smiled genuinely.

Our lips slowly parted, a trickle of saliva connecting our mouths broke gently.

"You can't understand how long I've been waiting for this," Jenna exclaimed contentedly, giving me a small kiss on the lips.

"Me too..." I whispered softly.

"Do you know that you'll probably have trouble with Asher now, right?" I asked, worried.

Jenna pressed our foreheads together, smiling sweetly. "I don't care anymore... to hell with school and all the jerks like Asher..." she confessed in a breath by my lips.

"The only thing that matters to me is you, my little hippo," she exclaimed, stretching her lips into a beautiful and huge smile.

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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hiii, im from brazilll

you can write something like swiftie!yn going to the first show of the eras tour with harry and he is all in love looking at her all emotional and have fun

"If I don't have red lipstick all over me by the end of the night, I'll be very surprised," Harry mused, trailing behind you as you pulled him along.

You turned back to look at him, sparkly red cowboy hat catching the light. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what I expect," he clarified. "You get rather affectionate when you're in a particularly good mood."

"I've never heard you complain about that," you said, letting Harry drape an arm around your shoulders so you could walk together.

"And I never will. Why do you think I work so hard to make you happy?"

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.

"I love you too," you said, then turned around, letting Harry's arm pull you close to his chest and keep you nice and snug there for the next couple songs.

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Dessert

February Filth Fest - 6; wooyoung (food play)

group : ateez

pairing : wooyoung × reader

word count : 2.8 k

warning : mdni, explicit smut; sex (piv), food play, creampie

a/n : eeeek i really like this concept on wooyoung because you know he's just the type to not really care much about being dirty. mayhaps the dirtier the better. idk. but I'm two more posts away from completing fff ! while i don't post every day, i hope you guys have been enjoying this !

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"Welcome home, baby," Wooyoung greeted you at the front door.

Your shoes were barely off when Wooyoung swooped you on your feet and pinned you to the wall. When your back hit the hard surface, you let out a yelp that was quickly muffled by Wooyoung's mouth. "God, I miss you," he whispered against your lips with a smirk. The delightful surprise from your boyfriend made your toes curl and legs squeeze with want.

Unlike Wooyoung, you don't work in the entertainment industry meaning that you worked your regular people's job, doing regular people's things. The difference is that you get to come home to your amazing superstar boyfriend, whenever he was available that is. You loved your job and you loved coming home to your boyfriend waiting for you whenever he was available. Sure, he could be absent from time to time but the distance just made the heart grow fonder and the sex even hotter. It allowed you to adapt to changes better and appreciate his presence even more. The same goes for Wooyoung. He was always proud of his baby who worked hard to make a living. Often he offered to have you work less and just let him take care of everything but you didn't want that because you'd be bored to death at home. So while your shared apartment would oftentimes be empty, you and Wooyoung were always on top of each other. Metaphorically and physically.

"What's the occasion?" You asked as you pulled away slightly from him, "I'm not complaining about the way you greeted me but it seemed like something's up," you teased, squinting your eyes slightly at him. Wooyoung scoffed teasingly and knocked your forehead with his gently, "Can't your boyfriend be romantic and surprise you?" He teased before pecking your nose, cheeks, forehead, lips, and doing the rotation over and over again, making you giggle. "So I take it you had a great schedule?" You asked with your head tilted upwards so Wooyoung could pepper kisses down your neck. His pretty fingers easily release your buttons, successfully showing off the tops of your chest. "'It was okay, kinda ran long but I managed," he said in between kisses all over your skin. "But honestly," Wooyoung stood back up again with a teasing smirk on his face, "I wanna lick food off of your body."

Just as Wooyoung was about to dive back into kissing you, you put a hand up to his lips, preventing it from coming closer. "You didn't wash the dishes, did you?" you asked in a deadpanned tone, knowing full well that his conniving ass had his motives and was trying to use sex to distract you from the neglect of his chores. The awkward smile on his face confirmed your suspicion and your eyes rolled at that, nothing with malice but in a more 'i-fucking-knew-it' way. "I... Love you?" Wooyoung's lips pursed as he made kissy noises while trying to lean down on you but this time, you slipped away from him and into the kitchen.

Wooyoung ran after you, thinking that you were going to check the dirty sink (that wasn't even THAT dirty in the first place) and complained. But much to his surprise, you went to the fridge and took out a can of whipped cream and a bottle of caramel. The two items in your hands seemed like nothing special but for some reason, Wooyoung felt his excitement rising.

"Let's skip right to dessert," you stated, placing the two items on the kitchen counter as you promptly began undressing. Wooyoung's eyes were transfixed on each of your buttons popping off, his gaze trailed over each newly exposed expanse of your skin. It was only after your panties were exposed that Wooyoung snapped out of his trance, hands quickly working to take his shirt and sweats off before rushing to your side.

"God, how did I get this lucky?" he said with a hitch of his breath, leaning close to try to kiss you once again. But of course, you wouldn't let him. Before he could put his hands on you, you managed to flip your positions with his back now against the kitchen counter and you in front of him. "Shush," you instructed sternly, effectively making Wooyoung clam up as you reached for the can of whipped cream and uncapped the can. You positioned the nozzle of the sweet confection against Wooyoung's skin, trailing down from the side of his neck to the pecks of his chest. The cold tip made goosebumps rise on the surface of Wooyoung's skin slowly, the contrast between his warm skin and the cold item made Wooyoung involuntarily shiver at the tingly sensation it left. He was fully expecting you to squirt him with the cream but his eyes almost bulged out of its socket when you pointed the nozzle straight into your mouth and squirted the thick white cream as you moaned out to him. Wooyoung knew how your sickly twisted dirty teasing mind work, you were simulating him cumming in your mouth to rile him up and it was working wonderfully. Wooyoung could feel his cock twitching in his underwear just from seeing you devouring the white liquid that was supposed to represent his cum. You even made a point to make a mess, letting the cream drip from the corner of your mouth The ecstasy and enjoyment in your face made his head swirl with lust, thinking about if the white substance was actually his cum.

Without thinking twice, Wooyoung reached forward to get the whipped cream off your hand so quick, you weren't able to scold him. His free hand pulled down your bra and put two dollops of whipped cream on both of your nipples. The cold liquid made you yelp slightly but it was soon changed with a moan when Wooyoun took one nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking, and tugging at it hungrily as his other hand smeared the cream around the other nipple. "I said it too quickly," Woyoung unlatched his mouth from your now clean left nipple to give you a peck on your lips, "How did I get THIS lucky?" he grinned, giving you another peck before taking your right nipple to clean off the cream he smeared. His tongue diligently cleaned off any stickiness that might cling to your skin while still teasing you by flicking your nipple with his tongue and letting his teeth scrape against the sensitive bud. "Shit," you cursed when Wooyoung let go of your nipple with a 'pop'. The cheeky grin on his lips showed that he was reciprocating your visual teasing like his usual petty self. "Sweet," he joked, darting his tongue to lick the residual sweetness off his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head before opening your palm for him to hand you back the can of whipped cream which Wooyoung gladly surrendered while you took the bottle of caramel. "Stay still," you instructed him, your hands moving to position his hands on the counter accordingly, opening himself up to you. When you were sure that he wouldn't move around or squirm, you began your work on the front of his body. You didn't have any specific form or shape in mind, you just squirted the liquids onto Wooyoung's body and see how it came out. While you squirted the whipped cream in a specific shape or way, you let the caramel drip from above, squeezing just enough that it formed its own line with the help of gravity. Wooyoung's heaving chest helped directed the liquid a certain way, creating abstract art against his own tanned skin. Just as the caramel was about to touch the band of his underwear, you swooped down and licked the trail. Your tongue was flat against his warm skin, eyes making intense contact with his as if in some sort of a show of dominance. Wooyoung's breath hitched the closer you got to his face and his stomach churned each time you dove back down to lick another trail. To be quite frank, you liked being able to rile him up like that, you loved how Wooyoung's chest heave so heavily to the point that it was as if his body was trying to reject the pleasure you were giving as it was becoming too much for him to handle.

It seemed for a moment that Wooyoung was stuck with just looking at you obnoxiously enjoying yourself on his body. His eyes wouldn't move away from how your tongue expertly moved to ensure no liquid was wasted, leaving saliva trails that turned cold due to the exposure to air. The way your tongue scooped the whipped cream dollops and trails was something Wooyoung hoped to never forget, he wanted that memory tattooed to his brain because that was probably one of the sexiest things you had ever done to and on him. Soon enough Wooyoung couldn't hold on much longer. He needed to have you right then and there.

Just as you licked the last trail and were about to make a new one, Wooyoung pushed you back against the dining table, catching you by utter surprise. "God, you're so sexy," Wooyoung grunted as he pressed himself onto you, allowing you to feel his clothed boner that was separated by your flimsy underwear and his. When he ground up to you, your head was sent rolling back with desire running up your spine. "Can you feel me? Can you feel what you did to me without even trying?" he smirked, taking your earlobe between his teeth to further stimulate you, his clothed cock nudging your clit with every grind he gave. "Fuck," you moaned out, grinding back to him as you widen your legs, allowing Wooyoung to push himself against you even more to the point that you were practically almost on the desk. At this point, the both of you were dry humping each other, the damp spot on your underwear was embarrassingly large but you couldn't really care especially when Wooyoung was making you feel so good. You just hoped that he couldn't really tell. Little did you know, Wooyung could definitely tell how wet you were and it boosted his ego tremendously.

"I need to be in you right now," Involuntarily, you let out a whine when Wooyoung spoke and pulled away from you briefly to pull his underwear down to his ankles. He didn't even bother taking off your underwear, opting to simply tug it to the side before breaching your hole with his thick cock. "Oh fuck," Your eyes rolled back and your hands gripped the dining table tightly when Wooyoung entered you wholly in one swift move. While you adjusted to being completely stuffed by him, Wooyoung took the chance to pour caramel syrup on your body. He mimicked your earlier work on him, squirting just enough liquid that it made trails down your chest. "Look at these sweet tits," he teased, smirking to himself thinking how genius his little pun was before his tongue darted out to collect the liquid sweet from your skin.

The fullness of Wooyoung's cock inside your cunt became more intense with Wooyoung's mouth and tongue against your chest, nibbling and flicking around as much as he liked. Wooung suddenly popped back up to be face-to-face with you, a cheeky grin on his face. Before you could as what was on his face, Wooyoung had pressed his lips back on yours, his tongue probing inside your mouth which made you realize that he had some caramel on it. You moaned at the taste as you accidentally bucked up into him, causing Wooyoung to groan from the sudden movement. Both of your tongues tangled together, sharing the sweetness of the caramel flavour which seemed to involuntarily cause your hips to start moving. Generally speaking, as people who are equally busy (Wooyoung assured that your busy and hectic schedule was just as valid and important as his. If not more), you both fucked like bunnies on heat, still trying to build a connection and relationship in a sexual context no matter how tired you were because you both were still important to each other. This, however, felt like the rare longer, passionate ones. Wooyoung has his own rhythm that he always uses and it was always quick and effective, but this time he was moving at a slower pace but he was focusing more on thrusting powerfully. Your bodies were pressed against each other tightly, you could feel Wooyoung panting against your lips and the stickiness from the remnants of whipped cream and caramel on his skin.

"(y/n), open up," Wooyoung commanded, his hand switching the caramel bottle for the whipped cream can. You obediently open your mouth widely for him and almost choked when Wooyoung squirted the thick white cream carelessly into your mouth, not caring how much he was putting in it. But it would seem like it was his whole intention as his eyes twinkled with delight when the cream dropped to your tits. Just as you thought he was about to lick them off, Wooyoung squished his body onto yours, completely smearing the sticky substance against the both of you as your lips melded together as his thrusts picked their pace. When Wooyoung pulled away momentarily, he watched as your tongue darted out to clean he remnants of the whipped cream from the corner of your lips but even then "Fuck," Wooyoung groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes shutting from being inside you and how you smelled even sweeter due to the whipped cream. You couldn't help but bit your bottom lip, completely affected by how Wooyoung was in absolute bliss. Without thinking twice, you took the bottle of caramel and squeezed it with the nozzle pointing to the side of Wooyung's neck. Wooyoung's eyes popped open in surprise, even more so when he saw you lean back slightly, pulling away from him to take off your dirty bra and pouring more caramel on your chest, not caring where it landed or how you were going to have to clean the place well after this.

"God, I adore you," Wooyoung growled before pushing you down on the dining table as he raised his knee up on the table, anchoring himself so he could pound into your cunt. "Fuck!" You gasped from pleasure. His cock was dragging against you deliciously, massaging your walls just right. You were honestly so glad your boyfriend was such a talented dancer because his hips were doing wonders thrusting, swivelling, and grinding up on you. "Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm close," you managed out, your cunt clenching against his cock when he brushed against your g-spot. Wooyoung sneakily sneaked a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, adding even more stimulation against him while he found his additional pleasure from both of your bodies rubbing together, his nipples tweaking with yours with every move he made.

At this point, you both were rutting against each other like animals, completely consumed with the pleasure you received from each other and the need to reach your climax. Finally, with a particularly harsh thrust from Wooyoung that almost sent you slipping even further on the dining table, you came hard. Your legs clamped against Wooyoung, trapping him in his position as your chest arched. Wooyoung tried his best to move despite your hold on him and his cock but managed to thrust some more, cumming inside you, filling you up to the brim.

"Shit, that was hot," Wooyoung hissed, pulling himself off and out of you once your muscles relaxed before helping you sit up straight. The mixture of your cum pooled on the table, along with the fallen droplets of whipped cream and caramel. Wooyoung couldn't help but collect some liquid and smeared it onto your chest. You were about to tell him to not do anything when Wooyoung flattened his tongue on you again and licked the whole thing off. You gave up and giggled at him instead, "Well, we're filthy now so might as well have shower sex," you said in a jokingly dejected manner. Wooyoung perked up, however, excited that you both were about to have a second round.

He carefully helped you, who was cringing at the realization of how sticky your body was, off the table and picked up both of your discarded clothing. Once you had all items in your hands, Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pecked your temple lovingly, making you crack a gentle smile at how affectionate he was being.

"Do you think we can do that again sometime?" he asked, genuinely curious whether you were into what just happened as much as he did. You simply shrugged and nodded at him. However, just as you were about to voice out your opinion, Wooyoung interjected. "Because I was thinking like what if we do it with... I don't know, barbecue sauce or something?" You smacked his chest at his ridiculous notion, "What the fuck do you think am I, spare ribs?"

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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THIS IS FOR THE HATERS, FOR KPOPPIES, FOR THE SOLO STANS AND FOR THE FUCKING OT6.

If you want to leave after this post, be my fucking guest.

FUCK YOU ALL. GO TO THE FUCKING HELL YOU CAME FROM. YOU BUNCH OF ENVIOUS, TALENTLESS ASSHOLES. ROT IN HELL.

I think that pretty much sums up how I feel. I'm sick of it. I'm fucking sick of the treatment Jimin gets online from a bunch of envious, selfish, stupid people who can't stand the fact that Jimin is bigger than all their fucking favs combined. Yes, I said it and I stand by it.

I don't know what the point of this post is, at the moment I just want to vent and try to put into words the frustration, anger and sadness I feel.

When it was announced that Jimin would be releasing his first solo EP many of us braced ourselves for what was to come. What was meant to be a moment of complete happiness also turned into something we dreaded. Many of us knew that it wouldn't be easy, that many would doubt, criticise and attack Jimin even for the way he holds the microphone, but as always, reality overcame fiction.

When the agency announced the schedule of activities on the road to the release of the album, the problems started, but at that time, the problems were purely internal.

Solo stans and OT6 started to complain, to accuse of favouritism and injustice. They complained that the releases of JIB, The Astronaut and Indigo were unfair, conveniently forgetting everything the guys did during their releases, but the fact that Jimin decided to make a more typical BTS schedule, shall we say, didn't sit well with them.

As more information came out about Jimin's solo moves, more complaints were heard from sectors of the fandom or social media, mainly Twitter to no one's surprise. Even though deep down it was all fear, Park Jimin was coming and they knew he would take the industry by storm.

The closer it got to D-Day, the more chaos ensued. There were complaints and accusations about Jimin-centric accounts, there were complaints about donations and much more. The fact that other members put out content during all that time somehow made everything even tenser.

Amidst all the chaos, discussions and so on, millions of us were excited because we knew that what was to come was going to be big.

I think I've said it several times in this blog but I've always believed that Jimin and Jungkook have the potential to have a huge solo careers. They are mainly always breaking records and setting new ones. They have something else, that makes them successful, by this, I don't mean that other members won't be because they have already proven that they are, they have achieved almost everything as BTS and it is obvious they will do the same as solo artists! But Jimin and Jungkook are different. Their popularity in the charts proves it and their popularity with the locals or the general public too and I know that's what scares a lot of people.

Finally, the wait was over and Set Me Free Pt. 2 came out. That song and that MV wasn't something we expected, but it was something we needed and it was what it took to make the haters, kpoppies, Solo stans and OT6 tremble. If this is what the re-release was like, what would the album be like?

SMFPT2 came in breaking records. Fans and Locals loved the song and the MV. We were all surprised, but at the same time proud that Jimin was showing the world what kind of artist he is and what he can do. For a long time, many talked about his duality, now it was time to talk about his versatility as an artist.

And then the album arrived.

When the album FACE has finally released the fandom responded as it should. Support was seen from day one, or at least support from those who mattered. The OT6 and the Solos Stans kept complaining, but their bullshit was buried by the emotion, love and pride we all felt for Jimin. But after that, a bigger enemy showed its face: The industry.

The problems have been the same ones BTS has always encountered: Hanteo, Spotify, YouTube and bloody kpoppies.

What happened with the 3 companies mentioned above is ridiculous. What's still going on with those companies is stupid and it's all happening in broad daylight without anyone other than the fandom saying anything is insane. BTS is indisputably the biggest music group in the world, but still, the industry feels apathy about them. Still, the industry is afraid to see them succeed. Whether as a group or as solo artists.

Jimin particularly generates fear in all of them because he is extremely popular... with the general public and that is something that many don't dare to acknowledge. Jimin not only has ARMY as fans, he also has the power to attract fans from the general public. Jimin showed that he has the talent to break down barriers and that scares a lot of fans because their favs are not capable of that. And that is precisely the problem.

Jimin is a person who works quietly but shows loud results. And that scares a lot of people. All the hate we are seeing against him on the net is nothing but fear and envy. Park Jimin is here to stay.

The accusations of payola and favouritism came back with a vengeance. Criticisms of his talent and attempts to oti7ify his achievements and his work have come out like hotcakes from all sides. The anger and envy of many have been shamefully evident and the lower they all fall, the higher Jimin goes.

Finally, what has happened in the last few days with kpoppies is despicable but not entirely surprising. Before they had to fight with only one group, now they have to fight with 7 individual artists. They were angrier with Jimin because he is breaking all the records. Because he is everywhere and because the people, the general public, love him. And because Jimin's mere existence annoys them and that goes for OT6 and Solo stans too. Jimin is not perfect, but hell, he has the merits to be.

Jimin will continue to win, he will continue to break records, he will continue to sign lucrative contracts and if we're lucky, he will continue to give us great music and while Jimin does all that, his haters will continue to be a bunch of pathetic, envious people whose only aspiration is for someone to Like and comment on one of their stupid posts.

The chances of breaking more records on Billboard are scary but hopeful. Whatever the outcome Jimin worked very hard for his album. He trusted us with his thoughts and emotions and we will always be grateful for that. The effort that the fandom has made all these days is admirable, the fight that the US and Puerto Rican fans have put up is incredible and we hope to see the reward soon.

I understand that it's frustrating, this post started with me writing my frustration, but I also understand that karma is real and that Jimin's karma, bts karma is powerful. And although it is infuriating and sometimes discouraging, we must always remember that there is a person in Korea, in the city of Seoul who understands us.

#Jimin #jiminphobics #bts solo careers #rosie's thoughts

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journalsouppe · 1 month

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I initially played ACNH for 300 hours in between release day - july of 2020, and never played the 2.0 update or the HHP dlc until recently! So I decided to make a second ACNH spread with the goals to: experience as much of the 2.0 update as possible, beat HHP, complete all the bugs and fish in the museum (I have the fossils done and I will finish art another time).

I had a ton of fun but this was the longest grind I've ever done. I still have nightmares waiting like 5 hours for that damn giraffe stag to spawn my fucking god. Super worth it though bc this was the first time catching all bugs and fish even though I've played CF and NL :}

The Lily of the Valley sticker is a freebie I got from MariKrekeler!

Writing typed below!

rating: 8.5 played: sp 2023 port: nintendo switch favorite? Y replayable? Y recommend? Y series: animal crossing

comments:

Dagnel (YT) inspired me to pick the game back up

I look so cute in my work uniform >.<

the hopeful goal is to finish bugs, fish, and flowers

forcing the villagers on vacation to work and go to school is wild T^T

I love the evolution of adding new items like partitions and nature sounds

I didn't expect to do check-ups

OMG IT'S BAMS BDAY WHEN I PLAY AGAIN AND JULIAN IS HERE (my two faves)

decorating all the buildings does get tiring

i really love the venue decor

Bam gave me the pumpkin soup recipe while wearing my fruits basket sweater T^T!!!!!!!!!!

i can only play in short bursts as it's not as fun when playing alone and it's so grindy and long

an apparel shop is a really fun idea

kk concert goes pretty hard

IT TOOK FIVE FUCKING HOURS TO CATCH THE GIRAFFE STAG T^T

i haven't played aa4 yet but klavier reminds me of Julian esp bc julian was also in a band and had a falling out with a band member (ive played aa4 since then and can confirm theyre the exact same person lmfao)

8 FUCKING HOURS FOR THE MAHI MAHI

okay the rest of the writing is my checklist of bugs and fish i needed to catch and ... yall im not typing that who cares about that anyways T_T

Summary

This was brutal. I curse the name of giraffe stags, mahi-mahis, and Dagnel. I had a lot of fun with HHP and I'm happy to be done with 3/4 of the museum, but my god at what cost? I wish my 2020 self did like a small grind to get these pier fish because why the hell did it take me 8 hours for the mahi-mahi T^T. Enough complaining, I highly enjoyed happy home paradise. I never played HHD for ACNL so this was a fun surprise and I loved the range of homes you could design. I also loved how there were overarching goals to complete: school, cafe, restaurant, hospital, clothing store, and when those were all done you were treated to a KK rave. I also enjoyed seeing my favorite villagers again and getting to play in seasons I hadn't previously played in ACNH. I have mixed feelings about Harv's island. I like that a ton of characters are brought back but I think some of them could've been integrated on the onto the main island better, like reese and cyrus having an add on to nook's shop and also give us another nook shop upgrade T^T. I miss playing with friends but it seems I might be making plans to play with Grimspark! Perhaps in the future I'll pick up this game again to finish art and flowers but that'll be in 2024 me problem. Tired of grinding T^T.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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You and Me Make Three. (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)

a/n: sooo, was gonna release this later on this week but I am in pain after today's race (zandvoort). carlos was so unlucky and danny also did not have a good race, i'm so gutted. hopefully this helps all the danny girls <3. as seen above this was requested by two anons (combined the two). the insta vid linked by anon's here. apologies for how overdue it is but i hope you both enjoy it still!! second fic out there that isn't carlos so i'm a bit nervous.

here you go <3<3<3 enjoy <3<3<3

summary: you take daniel to your sister's for the summer break. your nephew riley is just as excited as you to have daniel on holiday.

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You and Me Make Three (3.6k)

One of the things you loved most about Daniel was how much your family loved him. The way he always made your family laugh made your heart swell up, and a part of you knows your father had a specific laugh that was reserved just for him. Your dad though wasn’t the only one, your whole family had become enamored even though you both had just started dating a little over a year ago. You were still grateful to had been invited to that random party by one of your friends from work. The last thing you expected was to find who you were pretty sure was your love of your life there- but you weren’t going to complain.

The night you had met him had not been the first time you had heard of him at all, and all the stories about his charm were absolutely right. You had stumbled home with him that same night, heart beating fast as he took you to his room. The whole ride you had mentally given yourself a pep talk, telling yourself that Daniel loved to party, it wasn’t going to mean much. Funnily to your surprise though as soon as you hit the bed the only thing Daniel did was give you one final peck before pulling the sheets over your body. The world moved funny when you were laying down.

“You’re too drunk and I’m not drunk enough.” Daniel chuckles before panic settles in his face when he realizes the words hadn’t settled right in your ears. “I mean- I’m not drunk enough to do something tonight, it doesn’t feel right. I'd rather take you out tomorrow.” Daniel says with a smile before kissing your forehead. “If you need anything please don’t hesitate to wake me up. I am on the couch.” He says before pulling away.

“Wait,” You murmur, extending your hand out to the dark. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” You ask, clearly too drunk to feel embarrassed. There’s a light chuckle in the dark and you’re about to admit defeat when there is a short dip on the other side of the bed and you feel a warm body settle next to you. “Thanks,” You mumble, smiling to yourself.

The next day as promised he had taken you out, and you realized then that you both had really, really clicked. It just felt easy and before you knew it you both had been dating for quite some time. The first month or two your family had been quite skeptical,, and as much as you insisted that it was okay you really couldn’t blame them. You had been absolutely smitten after the first date, always jumping to your phone, moving around plans to be able to talk to him or go on a date. You had tried to brush it off, but you knew they were right, you were completely head over heels with him but from the looks of it, he was too.

It was hard not to fall in love with him though, and you were sure everyone who met him did. He was ridiculously perfect. Not in the unrealistic way with no flaws, because over time you did get to see some, but he was gorgeous, kind, funny, and his smile. It always gave you butterflies.

It took your family meeting him once to have them completely smitten over him as well.

Every time you mentioned him to your family they were asking when they were going to see him again. Especially your nephew Riley. He was completely in love with Daniel, and had even gotten into karting because of him. The first few months after meeting Daniel he would tell every single person that he saw that he knew the Daniel Ricciardo or that the best driver ever was in his house. It took a lot of bribery (in the form of candy) to get him to stop sharing the information so freely, not wanting people to loiter around his house or to get Daniel in trouble really.

One of the reasons why Riley loved Daniel though was because Daniel practically loved him just as much. He was always checking in with you or your sister to ask about little Riley, sometimes sending specific photos or videos for him to have of uncle Danny at the track. If you were being honest you had been scared that Riley would be too much but Daniel was always just as happy to see him.

Because of this, the first stop once summer break started was clear. You were both going home to your sister’s to stay for a few days, having gone a bit too long without crashing there and helping around. It was unfortunate but she was a single mum, so you always came over whenever you could to help, and Daniel made it clear that when the summer break appeared over the corner he would only help and be just as hands on.

“Are you sure we should do this?” You ask for the tenth time, not like you could do much about it since you were both already at your sister’s doorstep. Daniel laughs, giving you his usual smile that crinkles his eyes.

“Come on, I’m so excited Riley.” he says right as the door is opening, your sister peeking at you guys with a smile. You’re barely through greeting your sister when there is a shriek coming from behind her, prompting her to get out of the way.

“Uncle D!” Riley practically screams, running towards him at full speed. Daniel catches him easily, letting out a small huff as he picks him up though. It takes you a moment to realize he’s wearing a brand new racing helmet that looks awfully similar to your boyfriend’s. You don’t even have to ask before Daniel is filling up the gaps.

“Look at you buddy, it fits you perfectly.” He whistles, flipping up the visor to see his eyes properly. Riley laughs and nods.

“I’m a professional driver now too.” He says making speedy car sounds before trying to take off his helmet.

“Here,” you laugh, taking it off and watching him engulf Daniel in a proper hug. You smile and shake your head, “I’m the aunt but I’m somehow getting less love.” you chuckle before going to hug your sister. Riley is already rattling away about Daniel’s last race and how sick he had looked.

“Thanks for coming, both of you.” your sister says with a smile as she is pulling away. She looks over you and squeezes your hands before looking over to Daniel. Daniel is letting Riley go, who takes the helmet out of your hands to start running around the house.

“Of course, how could I not see my two favorite people?” Daniel says with a grin and you can’t help but jokingly elbow his side. He laughs at this, giving your cheek a kiss before he’s greeting your sister.

“I’m gonna go chase him around, yeah? Tire him out for you?” he asks your sister, clicking his tongue when your sister nods at him along with a please. “I got you, don’t worry” He promises, giving you both a wink before he’s running to the backyard to get Riley.

“Y/n, I swear I am so thankful he’s taking his summer break to come around here for a bit. I really appreciate it.” She says with a small smile. You can sense her start to get a little emotional and you reach over to squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Trust me, he probably is as happy as Riley is.” You shake your head before you both go to the kitchen to get some wine, you insisting your sister to relax.

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You wake up a bit late the next morning, having drank a bit too much wine (although Daniel wasn’t complaining with the way you had pulled him into bed, cheeks flushed with one goal in your mind). You’re happy to still feel Daniel next to you and you shift to nuzzle into his chest. He’s taking sleep and slow breaths but they are ragged enough to make you realize he’s up.

“Morning,” you murmur, slowly blinking. It takes a bit for your eyes to focus and you smile a bit at him when you realize he looks just as sleepy. His hair is a mess and you can’t help but reach out to fix it. “How long have you been up for?” You ask, closing your eyes when he gives you a peck.

“Not too long ago. How’d you sleep?” he asks, gently brushing your hair off of your face. You let out a soft breath before snuggling your face into the crook of Daniel’s neck. You feel his fingertips gently brushing down your back from under your shirt and you can’t help but shiver and move even closer.

“Good, just sleepy still.” you murmur, pulling the sheets closer to you both. You’re about to ask to sleep a bit longer when you hear a knock on the door. “No,” You silently groan, although there is a smile already playing on your lips. This always happened when you both stayed over.

“Wake up!” Riley yells, already opening the door and jumping onto the bed. You let out a groan, wanting to shoo Riley away but your boyfriend is already wrapping his arm around Riley’s waist and lifting him up.

“Don’t wake up your auntie you little rascal. She needs her beauty sleep, do you want her to wake up like an ogre?” He asks, laughing and letting out a cry when you find his waist to pinch. ”She’s attacking,” He says abit too loud for your liking but Riley is already screaming and running downstairs.

“You’re an ogre.” You murmur, loud enough for Daniel to hear even though your face is in your pillow.

“Shh, you know I’m the one that needs the beauty sleep here.” He chuckles, kissing over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go entertain him so Elaine can sleep longer too hm?” he asks, rubbing over your waist. He waits for you to nod before he’s getting up, placing a kiss over your head.

“Thank you,” You say, finally shifting to face him. Your boyfriend gives you his face breaking smile, giving you another peck. “I’ll join in a bit, just want thirty more minutes of sleep.” You say, letting out a soft sigh as you shift to the middle of the bed once he heads out of the bedroom. .

You join them as promised almost an hour later, chuckling when you find your sister sitting at the kitchen counter with her coffee. From the looks of her face it is clear she is still half asleep. “Where’s Danny and Riley?” You ask softly but your question is answered when you hear Daniel’s voice egging Riley on. You turn on the coffee machine and set a mug before you’re following your boyfriend’s voice to the backyard, smiling when you see him and Riley.

“You’re teaching him to box now?” You ask in amusement, smiling when Danny flashes you a quick smile and nod before telling Riley to go for the punches.

“Show aunt y/n what you got buddy.” He encourages him before raising his hands. Riley begins to throw punches, a bit unsteady as he misses a few. “Almost, almost. Just like that, but make sure to ground your feet and put your weight into your punches.” He says, punching the air as an example. Riley’s eyes are glimmering and he nods, watching his uncle closely to make sure he absorbs every piece of information.

“Okay.” He nods, and once Danny has prepared his stance, Riley is throwing his punches again. It’s better and its clear they have some force. Daniel even lets out a whistle in appreciation.

“Amazing buddy, you’re gonna knock me out one day.” He chuckles before he’s stripping off his gloves. Riley visibly deflates, gently nudging Danny with his boxing glove still on.

“Can we do five more minutes?” He asks, looking up at Danny with his puppy dog eyes. Danny smiles and nods over to you, because of course.

“You have to ask the missus.” He says and you can’t help but give him a look, knowing that Riley was going to bother you until you said yes.

“You’re the worst.” You say, laughing when Riley is already tackling you into a hug, hopping on his feet and looking up at you with the most innocent look.

“Please aunt y/n. Can uncle D and I practice for ten more minutes? I will let you both sleep in tomorrow” He asks and you can’t help but pinch his cheek with a grin.

“Since when did you learn how to bargain like that? You’re really starting to sound like Uncle D.” You laugh ruffling his hair. “And Ten minutes? What happened to five?” You ask, chuckling when Riley only whines in response and drags out a please.

“Okay, okay. Only cause you promised to let us sleep longer. You win, go.” You say with a grin and a shake of your head. Soon Riley is cheering and high fiving his uncle before you are heading for your well deserved coffee.

You sit at the counter with your sister, and you both catch up a bit from the last few weeks. It’s nice that you were able to see her quite often and help take care of Riley. You often worried about her not having enough time to stay sane. Of course Riley was amazing, but you knew that every parent needed a break every once in a while.

You almost choke when you hear your sister mention a guy from work. “I’m sorry what? He asked you on a date? You have to go.” You say with a wide smile. “You haven’t dated since Derek and that’s been like what? Almost two years now.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee. Your sister gives a skeptical look before sighing and crossing her legs.

“I don’t have the time and who’s going to take care of Riley?” She sighs out and you’re looking at her with a confused look before you’re gesturing to yourself.

“Danny and I are gonna be here. You should go out with him this week or next week.” You encourage, giving your sister a nudge. “Live a little, have fun. Don’t think too much about it.” You say as you play with the spoon in your coffee cup. Elaine looks at you before peering outside the window to see Daniel still playing with Riley and she gives you a look.

“Fine,” She says with a small smile, chuckling when you can’t help but cheer for her before quickly asking for a photo of said colleague.

Elaine ends up going on the date the following Saturday evening which has both you and Daniel excited. Daniel takes his time to distract Riley, the both of them deciding to play twister as you help your sister get ready.

You’re helping zip up the back of your sister’s dress when she brings up the topic, and you almost pinch her skin with the way you flinch. “Would you and Danny ever have kids?” She asks and you bite your inside of your cheek, continuing to pull the zipper up.

“Yeah- I guess so. We’ve never really talked about it.” You say softly, brushing some lint off your sister’s dress. “Don’t know if he wants to have kids.” You say with a soft laugh as you step away to look over her. She looks stunning.

“You’re joking right?” Your sister asks as she turns towards you. “Have you seen him with Riley? He definitely wants kids.” She says as she smiles at you. You go a bit red, not looking her in the eyes as you go to her vanity, looking through her necklaces.

“I mean, he’s really good with them. Everywhere we go the kids have the biggest smile. Well- he does too.” You say, smiling to yourself. Seeing Daniel with kids always made your heartbeat a little faster, mind wandering to what could be in both your futures.

“The way he looks at you when you’re with Riley really says something though.” Your sister mentions and you can’t help but look over.

“Hm?” You ask, a bit confused. Your sister laughs, shaking her head in disbelief as you walk over to her with her necklace to slip on. She speaks up once you’re hooking it on.

“He looks at you like you put up the stars for him. Well- he always does- but it's even clearer whenever you’re with Riley.” She says with a smile and you can’t help but groan, covering your cheeks as you try to hide your blush. Your sister can’t help but laugh, shaking her head before she’s heading to the vanity herself to get her earrings to slip on.

Once her colleague arrives you send her off with a wide smile, chuckling when Riley also sneaks in a quick hug before you’re all waving her off. “I’m hungry.” Riley says when he hears his stomach growl and you let out a soft laugh.

“I think we have pre-made pizza dough and we can build our own pizzas tonight hm?” You ask, picking him up and setting him on your waist. You smile at Daniel when Riley cheers, giving you a hug, clearly happy with you as soon as you bring up the word pizza. The three of you head into the kitchen and you set Riley down on the counter, smiling when Daniel comes and kisses your cheek.

“I’ll grab the ingredients.” he says before you’re heading to turn on the oven. You help out with some of the ingredients as well before you’re grabbing the baking sheets. It’s all set up quite quickly and you begin to set up the pizzas.

It’s all cute and efficient until the pizzas are in the oven to bake. You turn to say something to Daniel but before you know it there’s a splash of tomato sauce on your face. For a second you think it is an accident but once you make eye contact you just know its targeted. Riley also has a glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes and he’s grabbing the bit of flour you’ve used to help stretch out the dough a bit.

“No!” You laugh when Daniel wraps his arm around your waist, to secure you on the spot. You gasp when Daniel smears his tomato sauce stained hand on your face. “Riley, don’t you dare!” You yell but you can’t help but laugh when Riley covers your whole face with flour. Soon Daniel is letting you go and you grab the first thing you find. The whipped cream you had taken out for the dessert. Daniel and Riley look at each other before they’re running, screaming at each other to get away from you.

You end up finishing almost the whole bottle, grateful there was a second one to still use. By the time the pizza is finished you all have to eat in the garden, all of you sticky and giggly from the food fight.

Once you’re done and set for dinner you help Riley shower whilst Daniel is setting up the movie for you all to watch. Daniel and you take turns in showering just to make sure Riley was all good before you’re all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. “Don’t tell mom we’re letting you be up past your bedtime and if she finds out we’re blaming Uncle D.” You whisper to Riley as he snuggles into you on the couch with his blanket before giving you a grin and a pinky promise. Daniel smiles and shakes his head, kissing the side of your head before he is turning on the movie.

Riley barely makes it through half of the movie before he’s dozed off and seeing him all snuggled up and warm next to you makes your eyes also feel heavy. You’re woken up a bit after, confused at how the ceiling was moving until you realize that Daniel was taking you to your bedroom.

You sleepily thank him once he’s in bed with you, kissing his jaw lightly. “Is Riley asleep already?” You ask, shivering when he slips his hands under your shirt to warm his hands up. His lips are slowly shadowing your neck and you’re suddenly feeling slightly more awake.

“I love seeing you with Riley.” Daniel says softly and his kisses are becoming more present. “He loves you so much.” He says, humming as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.

“He loves you more.” You say softly, blinking at him. It takes you a moment before you’re giving his lips a quick kiss. “Would you want a family some day?” You ask him softly, noses barely grazing each other’s. Your heart is beating hard against your chest and you barely hear Daniel with how softly he answers.

“With you? Of course.” He says and you’re smiling. A big stupid smile that you can’t even try to hold back. “Not yet though, but god I want to.” He says, smiling just as big as you.

“No, not yet.” You agree, feeling his fingers already lifting your shirt up your torso. You can’t blame him because your fingers are toying at the string of his sweats and the way he’s looking at you is already enough of a hint as to what he wants.

“We can practice now though hm?” He asks before he’s slipping your shirt off.

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THE PERFECT GIRL – E. MUNSON

𖥻 summary: in which eddie makes a mixtape for you. 𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x alt!reader. 𖥻 warnings: this is part of my alt!reader concept, but can be read as a standalone. poor grammar possibly. not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: a big thanks to @saintlessmunson for reading my first draft <333 i only function on sudden urges and this is another one of them. just a compilation of songs that were important to the development of your relationship w eddie. it was supposed to have 5 songs, but i wrote about 3 bc i'm lazy <3 really hope you enjoy it! the fic's playlist.

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW? do you feel the same 'cause you don't let it show

Eddie almost regretted stepping foot inside the old record shop that day, especially when the music coming from the speakers was so loud that it could be heard from across the street; the annoying sound of Simon Le Bon's voice piercing through his ears as he miserably made his way inside. Walking with his head low to keep people from staring at him, he went straight to the Weird Al Yankovic section, trying to get this over with already.

His fingers expertly went through the selection of records, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to find whatever record Dustin didn't have because he simply didn't know what it was. It would've been so much easier if he could just gift the boy the new D&D book, or some great figures – but what could he possibly give to a kid who already has everything? His favorite artist's new album, of course. And that's what he intended to do if only he knew what his latest record was called.

"I always took you for a Judas Priest type of weird. Didn't know you were taking a step further," a familiar voice said, getting closer. He slowly looked to his side, realizing that you were walking towards him, in your full gothic attire; a cute lacy dress, with fishnets and heavy boots, all in black, of course. Eddie wasn't really in the mood to bicker, but for you, he could make an exception.

"It's not for me, Dracula," he muttered, still very focused on going through the endless records in front of him – half of them were just copies of the same title, which made more sense than Weird Al making so many records. "I'm buying this for Henderson. The small kid, curly hair, always with a cap".

He absentmindedly explained, going through the kid's most striking features.

"Yeah, I know who he is. And he already bought Polka Party last week".

"I'm sorry?" he turned to you, a big confused frown on his face.

"Polka Party," you repeated slowly, even though he still didn't understand what you said, "you know… his latest record? That's what you're looking for, right? Henderson already bought it."

"Shit," Eddie lamented, wincing slightly. "That's what I was going to buy him".

"That's too bad. Maybe you should try Tiny Tim, then", you suggested and saw that Eddie contemplated the idea, before rejecting it vehemently. "Well, then I have something that he might like".

"Yeah? And what is it?" he asked as he let go of the records, turning his body around completely to face you.

"It's called Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. It just came in, so I highly doubt that he'd have it already", you explained as you guided Eddie to the newest releases shelves. "It has everything a teenage boy would like, I guess. Beer, girls, idiotic screaming…"

"Seems cool enough. What are they? A rock band?"

"They're rappers", you said and that didn't ring any bells for the metalhead. "Oh my God, don't you watch MTV at all?"

"Only the Heavy Metal Half-Hour. Don't really like any of the VJs", he shrugged. "Why do you sound so surprised? I mean, Duran Duran has been playing and I don't see you complaining. Aren't they out of fashion already?"

"Well, Marie's the one picking the music today, so if I say something I'd probably get fired", you put your hands up, showing that you are defenseless. "But don't you think you're a bit too close-minded?"

"Because I don't know the Beast Boys?"

"Beastie Boys", you correct him as you hand him the record. A jet is crashing into the side of a mountain on the cover, which definitely caught his attention. As he analyzed the album, you smiled lightly, finding the way his brown eyes scanned the cover to be very cute. "But it's like you live in your own little metal world… doesn't it get boring sometimes?"

"With Ozzy Osbourne? Never." he offered you a sly smile as his eyes shoot up to look at your face.

"You know, some people wouldn't even consider Ozzy to be metal," you teased him slightly and he loudly gasps, absolutely offended by your affirmation.

"Don't you ever say that again!"

"Oh, but I will! And I can even argue that you, Edward Munson, aren't metal at all."

"And why is that?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Because you just said that I am a close-minded metalhead, sweetheart".

"You know exactly what I mean! C'mon, half of the bands you like are hard rock, and I am including Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath on that list".

"Sure, Vlady." he rolls his eyes at you, walking to the nearest listening booth, with you on his tail. Eddie was already taking the vinyl out of its sleeve before asking you, "Any suggestions?"

"Rhymin' and Stealin', or No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn. They're the most metal of them".

"Nah, no metal. 'Cause now that I am a fully open-minded person, thanks to you, I think I'll go with…" he taunted you for your fruitless try to start one of your bickerings. "Hold It Now, Hit It".

"Great pick", you encouraged him, even though you knew he wasn't going to like it.

CRAZY TRAIN. i'm living with something that just ain't fair.

"Haven't you had enough of following me around, weirdo?"

"Nope. In fact, I would like to follow you some more", he answered as he keeps trailing behind you, putting up Madonna's True Blue cardboard cut-out next to the album shelves. "Killer jeans, by the way".

"Gross," even though you tried to seem annoyed by his statement, the smile on your face betrayed you. Thank God he couldn't see it. "But I'm afraid you won't have much time to appreciate it, since I'll be leaving in… five minutes".

You said after checking your wrist clock, then helping him to stabilize the life-size Madonna on the floor. Then, you took a few steps back to appreciate the result of your teamwork.

"What? I thought you worked until five!" he exclaimed as he let go of the cardboard. The abrupt motion almost took it down, but you swiftly put it back to its original place. "Sorry".

"Stalker much?" you playfully ask, making his cheeks blush lightly. When you were finally done with the Madonna cardboard, you walked to the store's counter, leaning down to get your backpack. As you started to organize your things, you explained, "I worked overtime yesterday, so Marie is covering for me today".

You felt his gaze follow you intensely, watching how your hands moved as you grabbed your own cassettes, your coat, and a few fanzines and stuffed them back into your bag. To be quite frank, you were actually enjoying having his attention on you, seeing the things you liked – maybe he could get to know a bit more about you by seeing your Echo and The Bunnymen tape.

"Do you- um…" when he sees you sling your backpack on one of your shoulders, he begins to muster up the courage to ask, but as he senses your eyes on him, his voice falters a bit, "do you want a ride?"

"Is your van clean?" you asked as you start to walk towards the exit, Eddie following you closely. "I don't really feel like sitting on another pack of Doritos today".

"Fuck off", it's hard to miss the humor in his voice, "And I did. It's as good as new".

"Alright, then. Lead the way", you say as you open the store's door. Now, you were the one following him, trying to keep up with his long, quick steps. You almost miss the van, only stopping because of Eddie's sudden stop. "Why is it blue?"

"I painted it. Got tired of red".

"Nice. Why don't you paint it black next time? You know, to fit your aesthetic".

"Noted," he acknowledges your suggestion, walking up to the passenger door and opening it for you. "M'lady".

"Thank you, good lord." you graciously answer, getting inside the (thankfully clean) van. It only takes Eddie a couple of moments to sit in the driver's seat, and he founds you curiously eyeing the whole vehicle.

"Found any Doritos yet?"

"No, but I found this" you pick up a little zip bag that was carelessly laid on the van's floor, next to your feet. "Do you just leave this stuff all over the place? You should be more careful, you know? I heard Hopper is after your ass".

"Jesus H. Christ!" his eyes were wide as pies as he sees the marijuana bag you held, taking it in a rush. He almost drops it as he hurriedly stuffs it in his jacket pocket. "How d'you know that?"

"It's impossible not to. Everyone loves to talk about the resident freak's latest shenanigans." you smile playfully at him again, finding out that he was already staring at you, with an amused look on his face. "And when you work at a place that the whole town visits, you end up knowing lots of stuff".

"Yeah? Like what?" he starts the van, maneuvering out of its parking spot.

"Well…" you think about it for a while, trying to remember the hottest piece of gossip you know. "Heather Maxwell was almost arrested for, one, driving while drunk and two, for having sex with Stuart Mills on her parents' car at the side of the road. Hopper was less than pleased".

"Stuart? As in-"

"Her best friend's boyfriend, yes!" you excitedly interrupt him, and he audibly gasps as he hears the missing piece of information.

"I always knew Heather was up to no good," Eddie commented. "I mean, wasn't she the one who spiked our middle school punch without telling anyone?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "thank God Mrs. O'Donnell confiscated it."

"Oh, but it tasted so good!"

"You drank it?" you ask and watch him enthusiastically nod, and your eyes widen slightly, "That explains why you were dancing to the Bay City Rollers, then".

"That wasn't because I was drunk! I actually really like them".

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!" he confirms, laughing. You lean towards him as he makes an accentuated curve, brushing shoulders lightly. "You know, bye, bye, baby, baby goodbye!"

You laugh harder as he sings the band's song completely out of tune, and the resounding sound of your laughter quickly infected him and you both entered a long fit of giggles. After it died down, though, it wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be; comfortably sharing the silence until you motioned to the radio, and picking up on that, Eddie asked, "d'you wanna turn on the radio? I have no idea of which tape is in, though".

"It'll be a surprise, then. I bet it's Motorhead".

"And I bet it's Dio".

"Let's see!" you pressed the on button and the beginnings of Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train filled up the whole van. Eddie's sound system always impressed you with how powerful the music reverberated through the small space. "Fuck, not even close".

"Yeah, but it's still great!" he observed, looking at you quickly, "Crazy, but that's how it goes".

"Millions of people living as foes," you started to sing along with him, earning another glance from him, only a surprised one this time. That was enough for you to turn the music louder.

"You know this one?"

"Hell yeah, dude! It's, like, one of his only good songs".

"No, it's not!"

"It's not a good song, you mean?" you tried to trick him, but of course, he wouldn't fall for it.

"It's one of his greatest, Y/N!" he observes, thumbs tapping against the steering wheel accompanying the beat of the song. "You know, for someone who works at a music store, you should really start appreciating Ozzy more."

"Sure, Munson." you rolled his eyes. "I've listened to preachers".

"I've listened to fools", he stepped even harder on the gas, making the van speed along the street, making dust and leaves go up in the air, trailing along. Everything about this moment made you smile; from the wind that blew right at your face to the sounds Eddie made to emulate the song's guitar.

"I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules", you pretended to hold a microphone, and then offered it to him, letting him sing the next line into your hand. And he did it with the biggest and brightest smile on his face, dimples deepening as he mouthed the words. He looked so pretty like this, all smiles, doe eyes, and hair flowing wildly.

To the people who watched the van speed through Hawkins' streets, you seemed like two maniacs. The laughter, screams, and out-of-tune-singing were enough for everyone to look at you as the freaks they considered you to be, not that you cared for that right now, especially when you're by Eddie's side.

You cried out loud as you spotted your house at the end of the street.

"Oh no! Can you go around the block? Just until the song ends, please?" you ask him, pleading almost. You were having too much fun to be interrupted now.

"If I could, I'd drive around the whole state for you, sweetheart. But is the highway enough for you?" he asked, slowing the van down to look at you. As you nod at him, in an almost desperate manner, he laughs loudly. "Rewind the song, then!"

Crazy, but that's how it goes…

PERFECT GIRL. i think i'm falling, i think i'm falling in…

"Hey, Y/N! Your freak is here!" Marie announces as the plops her head inside the employee's room, which made you roll your eyes in a way that you thought they wouldn't go back to their place. Your body didn't care too much about Marie's unnecessary nickname, since it was too preoccupied with reacting to the fact that Eddie was here. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and butterflies were all over the place; you doubted you could even take two steps before starting to smile like a maniac.

"Don't call him that," you scolded her as you passed by, going directly to the store's counter. Your eyes scanned the place quickly, not taking long to spot the untamed mane of the one and only Eddie Munson, who was going through the alternative section – something that has become surprisingly normal these past few weeks. "Eds!"

"Hey, Vlady!" he cheerily greeted you, skipping his way to the counter. "Nice earrings. Are those bats?"

"Yeah. Made them myself".

"Could you make one for me, maybe?" Eddie put his hair behind his right ear, showing you the small silver hoop he usually wore. "I feel like it's time for a change".

"Sure thing", you offered him a sweet smile and made a (very highlighted, sparkly, shiny) mental note to make the best earring you could ever create for him. "Had fun at the alternative section?"

"Yup! In fact, I was meaning to ask you: have you listened to the new The Cure album yet?"

"No, but my friends said they liked it, so I'm excited".

"You should be. It's actually great".

"What!? You've already listened to it?"

"Fuck yeah", he replied like it was obvious, and continued, with a taunting smile, "Now who's the one that isn't up with the news?"

"Hey! I just didn't have the time, ok? College is kicking my butt." you explained while you gathered the cassettes that were laid out on the counter. As soon as your hand touched the first one, you saw Eddie's pale hand also collecting a few – always so eager to help. "It was just a surprise, you know? You got to hear my favorite band's new album before me".

"I'm just keeping up with the times, sweetheart. Oh, how'd you say it?" he took a while to remember the exact term you had used a while back, "Yeah, I'm opening up my horizons".

"You're such a weirdo", you rolled your eyes before handing him a Frank Sinatra tape, a identical copy to the ones he was organizing.

"Thanks" he muttered, "Like the gloves, by the way. Very metal… or should I say, totally goth?"

"Shut up" you giggled and moved out of the counter, on your way to put the tapes in their usual place. You heard Eddie's boots thumping loudly against the floor, meaning that he was following you.

"You know, I came here to give you something".

"What?" you suddenly turn around, in surprise, and drop a few tapes when you crash right into his chest. And before you can lean down to catch them, he has already collected all of them and is standing up slowly, in a way that makes you hold your breath; his hair actually brushes against the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slightly, and you're pretty sure you felt his knuckles graze lightly against your knee. And then, he's standing close… dangerously so. You can actually feel his warm breath against your face, the small puffs of air hitting you as he talks... and you don't pay attention to a single word he said. "I-I'm sorry?"

"I said it's a gift," even though you were pretty sure Eddie would find the whole situation amusing and make fun of you for being so strange, he isn't. And he seems to be just as affected as you are, with burning red cheeks. "You know, a thing that one person gives to another as a token of their appreciation?"

"I know what a gift is, dumbass. I just don't understand why you would give me something".

"I just explained it to you, Dracula. A token of my appreciation." he smiles softly at you, his dimples showing. You did your best to actually organize the cassettes instead of just throwing them everywhere, but that didn't matter right now, not when Eddie was searching his pockets looking for something; your gift. Then, he handed you a small tape, very similar to the ones you were just holding. "It has one of The Cure's new songs in it… it really reminded me of you. So it would be nice if you listened to it."

"Sure", you couldn't fight the big smile that appeared on your face, feeling your face heat up as your fingertips brushed against his hand as you took the cassette. "I'll listen to it today, and then I'll call you and tell you what I think, yeah?"

"Perfect".

+++

As soon as you stepped foot in your bedroom, you didn't wait another second before plopping the tape into your boombox and anxiously fast-forwarding it until you stumbled upon Robert Smith's sped-up voice. You felt bad for not paying attention to the little details Eddie put into it, like the adhesive tape he glued and the name of the mixtape, but you just couldn't wait – couldn't even waste time listening to the other tracks, really, too set upon hearing the new song. Acting like that, it may seem that you've never had a mixtape made for you before, but it was quite de contrary: your friends made you tapes all the time, but this... this was different. This was Eddie's tape. And that was reason enough to keep you giggling like a schoolgirl, almost kicking your feet in the air in your state of giddiness. Laying down on your bed, you hugged one of your pillows bringing it to your chin, a perfect tool to use to muffle your lovesick laughter as you finally heard the little unknown do-do-do's.

The fuzziness you felt in your whole body distracted you from actually paying attention to the music, because you were too busy still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Eddie Munson – The Eddie Munson – listened to a whole The Cure album for you; heard this specific song and thought of you; and spent time making this mixtape for you. All because of you. You had to take a few breaths to bring your mind back to the song, or else you'd spend the whole night rewinding the poor tape.

You held your breath as Robert Smith sang 'you're such a strange girl, I'd like to turn you upside-down', and your eyebrows involuntarily shot up. A familiar heat crept up your neck and took hold of your cheeks while a smile kept dancing on your lips. Once again, your pillow came into action, muffling a fit of giggles as it hid your flushed cheeks from the cold air of your bedroom.

It was unnecessary to wait too long for your next hysterics to come through because as soon as you heard 'you're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do. You're such a strange girl, I want to be with you', you were absolutely gone; laughing excitedly as your eyes widened and your own body didn't know whether to feel extremely lovesick or surprised. But you couldn't just sit and wait for it to decide, so almost unconsciously, you reached for the phone and dialed the number you had already memorized.

"You reached the Munsons! It's Eddie".

"Hi." that's all you could say before giggling again.

"Hey, Vlad. I take it that you've already listened to the tape?"

"'m still listening".

"Cool," he commented, starting to become a bit uneasy. "A-and what did you think?"

"Well, I think that Robert Smith is a genius." you paused a bit, just for the dramatics, and heard Eddie's heavy breath on the other side of the line. "And that you and I should go on a date sometime".

"Y-yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking", you could practically hear his smile and that made you laugh once more. "Benny's Burger?"

"Perfect. You're free on Friday?"

"For you? Always".

"Great. I'll see you at seven then."

"It's a date".

"It's a date", you confirmed, biting your lower lip, trying to keep your smile from getting any wider.

I think I'm falling… I think I'm falling in… I think I'm falling in love with you.

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ok, kids, here we go! (again)

a week ago i asked you to participate in a poll, as i do. and 75 of you joined in. first of all: thank you, hope you had fun, please don't hate me. secondly, the questions were:

1. which ablum cycle was the band on when you started listening?

2. which one is your favorite EP or album?

3. pick your top 10 favorite songs.

4. tell me you most favorite song. The #1

the main questions i wanted to answer with this survey were:

1. which is the fan favorite album right now?

2. when did you guys started listening to Waterparks? (just out of curiosity, see how it changed from 2 years ago when i first did this)

3. is there an asociation between the cycle you started listening to the band and which your favorite album is? (actually wanted to check if this still stands or not.)

4. which song is the fan favorite? and is it actually everyone's favorite?

before going right into it, i wanted to thank all of you who participated in this one more time. last time i did this particular poll, there was a total of 174 people who filled this (including me.) this time there were 75 (excluding me), and i'm not complaining. i just find it curious and i don't know if it's because people just didn't feel like participating which is perfectly valid and okay, and cool; or maybe it's because so many people fled the fandom and tumblr in general. it does feel like there's less of us Waterparks' fans out here, making content, and just sharing our love for the band. nevertheless, if you did participate, i appreciate you taking time off your day to do something kinda silly, so thank you so much.

ok, let’s go through my questions one by one! i made charts, obviously. that was kinda like the whole point of this thing. here's the link to the poll i did in 2021.

1. when did you guys started listening to Waterparks?

i am still surprised to see people from before EVR times. unless it's Travis. Travis is that you? if i knew for sure someone close to Parx was lurking on my polls i'd probably stop making them. like, i'm sure Travis has more important shit to do than complete a poll on tumblr, right?. this one looks pretty much the same from 2021. most people joined in over the Entertaiment cycle, me included. close second, the Double Dare cycle. which makes sense, DD was the first record, it was all new and shiny. and with the release of Entertainment they started getting more printed press and after touring DD for a while more mouth to mouth popularity. i mean, i found out about Parx because YouTube recomended them to me. points to the algorithm, i guess.

2. which is the fan favorite album?

so, last time i thought for sure Entertainment was gonna take the podium here, and it didn't. Double Dare won 2021. but this time Entertaiment took the crown. even though it was a close call, we're talking 26 against 24 votes.

3. is there an asociation between the cycle you started listening to the band and which your favorite album is?

now this is where it gets interesting... again!

so, hi. this is a heatmap. i feel like it's pretty self-explanatory, but just in case, here's how you read it: you have cycle on the y-axis (vertical) and album on the x-axis (horizontal). as you can see on the legend (number of votes), the darkest blue means 0 votes, and the lighter the blue gets, the more votes that particular combination got.

back in 2021, most people who started listening to Waterparks over the Double Dare cycle, chose Double Dare as their favorite album. now, we can see the same happening with people who started listening over the Entertainment cycle, picking Entertainment as their favorite album (once again, me included.) and the curious part here, is that most people who participated in this particular poll, who started listening to Waterparks over the DD cycle, picked Entertainment as their favorite album.

now, since we have no way of proving the people who participated now are the same people that took part back in 2021, this doesn't necessarily mean people changed their favorite album. still, it's kinda curious that the people that are still active in tumblr and started listening to Waterparks when Double Dare was released, have Entertainment as their favorite album.

and, i mean, it's curious to me because it's different from what i found before. and it also speaks volumes of how art can be percieved so differently by different people (more on this when i talk about the favorite song). i just think it's really cool how things don't stay constant, does that make sense?

4. which song is the fan favorite?

(you’re gonna have to really zoom in this bitch if you wanna see anything.) predictably, 'Not Warriors' won this one. it's everybody's favorite song, and i think Awsten should grow some balls and just fucking sing it live again already. i mean, if Hayley Williams can sing 'Still Into You' and 'The Only Exception' after everything that happened with her ex-husband, Awsten can fucking sing 'Not Warriors', man. just saying!

anyway... so, here's your top 10:

10. 'Magnetic' (18.4%) 9. 'Crave'/'Pink'/'Stupid For You'/'Royal'/'Violet!' (19.7%) 8. 'Take Her To The Moon'/'High Definition' (21.1%) 7. 'It Follows'/'Dream Boy' (22.4%) 6. '21 Questions'/'GloomBoys' (23.7%) 5. 'I Felt Younger When We Met' (26.3%) 4. 'Rare' (28.9%) 3. 'Fuzzy' (30.3%) 2. 'Peach' (31.6%) 1. 'Not Warriors' (38.2%)

lots of ties. not mad at it. i'm happy 'Magnetic' made it there.

then i asked you what your number one Waterparks song was. what was that one song you can't live without. i think i said something along the lines of, "the one song that makes you forgive Awsten's online behaviour." and it was... all over the place. fucking loved it. i wanted to make a chart. not a chance. 44 different songs were chosen. most of them only have one vote. a chart did not make any sense at all. and here's what i mean by art is subjective and it's okay to like whichever song you like best, no matter what anyone says. it's a beautiful thing, really.

here's our top 5:

5. 'Royal'/'Powerless'/'THTTM'/'Dizzy'/'Little Violence'/'Candy'/'WWHN'/'Violet!' (2 votes) 4. 'Pink'/'Stupif For You'/'Peach'/'IFYWWM'/'Last Heaven'/'Snow Globe' (3 votes) 3. 'Rare' (4 votes) 2. 'High Definition' (5 votes) 1. 'Not Warriors' (9 votes)

so many ties for numbers 4 and 5, it's ridiculous. i love it.

what i wanted to see here was if there was any correlation between what we see in the top 10 what people's actual favorite song is. i mean, only 'Not Warriors' seems to be the one song present in everyone's mind and the one people seem to love the most. not me, 'Royal' owns my soul. but 'Not Warriors' is my second most favorite song, so.

that's what i wanted to see. making you guys pick ten songs and seeing which of those were the 'top 10' doesn't necesarilly represent people's actual favorite song. except it kinda does? because of 'Not Warriors'? but still? it doesn't? like, someone's favorite song is 'Fruit Roll-Ups'. two people couldn't decide between two songs (i counted them as separate votes.) someone couldn't decide at all, blank vote goes to whoever is winning, so vote for 'Not Warriors', sorry person who couldn't decide, democracy decided for you (?).

anyway! this was so much fun to do and talk about, and i hope you enjoyed participating, or at least swearing at me because i made you make shitty decisions. again, i'm sorry. and also, thank you.

with that, i leave you, and if anybody has any questions or comments, my inbox is open. let’s make this fun! just, you know? be nice.

and i leave you here my personal top 10, so you know i also suffered for science:

10. 'Stupid For You' 9. 'Crybaby' 8. 'Peach' 7. 'Fuzzy' 6. 'A Night Out On Earth' 5. 'Magnetic' 4. 'Never Bloom Again' 3. 'Closer' 2. 'Not Warriors' 1. 'Royal'

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Been feeling emotional lately and I wanted to write something based on my headcanon about Sonic and Amy's relationship. (This can be platonic as well if you want to view it that way. I don't mind!)

TW: Self-hatred, implied suicidal thoughts, and parental death (mentioned)

Quick note this takes place right after Frontiers and when Tails, Knuckles and Amy returned and also before The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog.

"Amy? I know this is probably a dumb question to ask, but..." He paused, ruffling his quills to find better words to ask. He really doesn't wanna sound completely stupid.

"I highly doubt that." Amy chuckled, looking away from the sunset to face Sonic. After taking care of some Badniks in the city, they needed a breather. She never knew that Sonic out of all people would invite her to watch the sun set in the horizon but is she complaining?

She gets to spend time with him, as usual, and got to watch the sunset. It's a win win.

"Whatever it is you want to ask me, I'm here to answer." She puts her hands together and smiled widely.

Gosh, why is she so darn sweet? The answer's obvious, but...

Sonic looked to his right for a moment before opening his mouth.

He feels incredibly uncomfortable, but it was too late to turn back. No matter how much he hates to ask, he needs to know.

He hopes he was right.

"Do you still love me?"

"..."

They both stared at each other. One waiting for a response, and the other caught off-guard by such question.

"...What?" She muttered, flabbergasted.

Sonic, you are you idiot, he scolded himself.

Amy tried to speak, but she was just so surprised. Eventually, she just, burst into laughter. Sonic was startled but the sudden laugh attack.

He never heard her laugh like this before. The loud little giggles and the occasional snort. It was kind of funny. He sort of laughed along with her, despite feeling like a dummy.

"I-I'm- HAHA! I'm s-so sorry, Sonic! I-I didn't mean to la-ha-haugh!" Amy tried to breathe but the laughs just keep coming. "Heheh, it's alright, I guess." Sonic chuckled, looking away from the wheezing hedgehog. He did sound stupid there, didn't he?

Amy took a few deep breaths, and wiped the tears from her eyes. Sonic crossed his arms, wishing he never asked that pathetic question. "So, the question was dumb?" He quietly asked, hoping that Amy won't respond to that one.

"No! No! Of course not, Sonic! it's just..." Amy took another deep breath. Opening her eyes, she can tell that Sonic was looking off to the distance, arms crossed and everything. She can tell he looked hurt somehow.

Reading the room, she became soft and approached him. "I promise you, I wasn't laughing at you." She spoke. "I just... Wasn't expecting you to ask me something like that."

"Honestly... Me neither." He shrugged, still looking away. "I thought is was obvious, so why ask?"

"...What's obvious?"

Sonic turned to face Amy, slightly surprised to hear that. "I... I thought you... Don't- I mean-! No, no, of course you still do-! But I don't know that-! But I know you, and I- ...I shouldn't worry about this kind of stuff." He rubbed his arm.

"I don't know, I was just... Thinking about some things lately and..."

Amy frowned. "Sonic...?"

"I'm sorry. Just... Just pretend I didn't say anything. It was dumb of me to ask. I shouldn't worry about that or anything relating to love." He spoke out the last word, trying to sound all grossed out about it. "I don't know what's up with me."

"Sonic-"

"I didn't mean to bother you, alright? I'll leave now." Sonic was about to run off when a hand grabbed him by the arm.

"WAIT!"

Sonic turned to see Amy, her grabbing a hold of him with worry in her eyes. He can tell she doesn't want him to leave.

She doesn't want him to leave her.

"Sonic... Of course I still love you." She said with a small smile. But the smile didn't last too long. "I just never thought you'd care about that."

Sonic blinked.

Releasing his arm, Amy backed away and adjust her headband, feeling nervous. Sonic walked back up to her to fix her headband.

They both looked at each other.

Amy looked down at her feet, feeling sad. "I... Never thought you actually cared."

Sonic's ears pinned. "I- Of course I do. I just- I just don't feel the same. You know that. Right?"

"I've always known."

There was a longer beat.

"Even as a kid, I've always known I can be very loud with my emotions. I just love to express myself." She said. "Throughout the years, I just wanted to follow you, and show you how capable I can be. That I can be... Your hero someday, or be... Useful."

"Whoa, whoa. Hold up. 'Useful?'" Sonic repeated the last word in shock. "What are you talking about, you've always been useful- You are the toughest hedgehog I know close to Shadow! Why would you think otherwise?"

She giggled sadly. "I don't know, I just... You always run away from me, even if I wanted to say something that isn't romantic for once. I'm not just a fangirl, you know."

"Hey, I knew that since forever. I know you mean well."

"Then why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me that you liked me in the first place? Even if it's not, like, 'I feel the same for you' kind of like?"

"I..." Sonic was stuck, not knowing how to answer that. He really didn't know.

"If you said anything, maybe... I wouldn't have tried so hard. To convince you that I'm not just a little girl or whatever... That I... Actually have a purpose."

"Wait, what?" Sonic's ears went up for a moment. "'Purpose?' Amy, what are you actually talking about? Why are you saying all this?"

"Doesn't matter..." She mumbled, turning away.

"I think it does??" Sonic said, voice a little louder, wanting to get her attention. "Are you saying that you're not worth being part of the team? Because, lemme tell you right now, that is NOT true! I am grateful to have you here, Amy Rose!" He tried not to sound so demanding and harsh, but he just wanted her to listen.

"Never, EVER, think that you aren't worth being in this team! For years you ventured with us, becoming stronger and braver every time. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?"

She didn't say anything. She could only look at the grass, holding her hands together.

"Heck, if it weren't for you, Shadow would never have helped us! You even befriended a robot and saved a Flicky's family for Pete's sake! You've done so much for not only us, but for the whole world, Amy."

She stayed silent.

"I can't believe you would think otherwise, after all of this time. Why? Why would you think that...?"

There was still no response from the light pink hedgehog. She just looked at the ground, refusing to face her hero.

"Amy... Please look at me... Why didn't you tell me any of this...?" Sonic spoke softly, taking a step towards her, almost placing her hand on her shoulder. "Is this why you were so quiet lately? Why you didn't go to your usual chases, or talk about our future?"

Amy blinked a few times, fearing he would quickly get the hint.

"You think that... You're not worth my time? Or anyone's time?"

She shuts her eyes.

"I thought you'd be better off without me..." She quietly croaked.

His eyes grew.

I thought you'd be better off without me?

Better off? Without Amy??

...Why??

"Amy, why the hell would you think that?!" He shouted. "For the past couple of days, I've been thinking about us when we were younger and how much you've changed. Ever since we defeated Infinite, I noticed some changes. You stopped chasing me around with that hammer of yours, you didn't even ask me out. I can't even remember the last time that happened."

Amy held her own arm.

"I can't even remember the last time you said you loved me."

She held her arm tight, almost scratching it.

"I thought... You, were better off without me."

Amy spun around with a gasp, tears glossed on her sea green eyes. "WHAT?! No, that's not true, Sonic!"

"I thought you've had enough of me. Back then, I thought I was too harsh. I knew you were nice and bubbly and have a big heart, but you just... Love me so much."

Amy looked away again, feeling upset at herself.

"Almost every time we came across each other, you want to go out or you wanna talk about our future together or whatever. I thought it was so weird. I'm not a romantic kind of guy, and I thought you were so..."

He stopped himself. He never wanted to finish that sentence. He doesn't want to say anything like that about her. He never wanted to, even when they were younger.

"...annoying?" Amy finished.

A small gasp escaped his mouth.

"N-No. No!" He stuttered. You're not annoying-!"

"YES I AM!" She screamed.

He jumped from Amy's shriek that echoed around the fields.

"What's make you think that I don't do any of those things anymore, Smart Alec?" She barked. "During the first few months of the Eggman War, I realized how extreme I really am to you and how all lovey dovey I can be and how obnoxious I was to you."

"You are not-"

"I'm not finished. She spoke up.

"Hearing word that you were presumably... dead, I was just... Not having a great time. At all." She held her arm again as she continued.

"During the time, I looked back at my memories with you. They were so bittersweet and wonderful to look back on, until... I truly understood how annoying I was to you, and possibly to a few people. I don't care if we were younger, it was still recent."

"Amy-"

"I was already feeling upset because of your loss, but opening my eyes on the person I became meeting you, I... I wanted to be stronger than that. More, special, than that. I want to be someone people can actually look up to. Someone people can actually love."

"Now listen here-"

"I AM NOT FINISHED, SONIC." She demanded calmly.

Sonic, running out of patience, just sighed. and listen.

"I tried. I really did." She continued. I tried so hard to get over you and focus on the war. I tried so how to stop loving you, but... When I tried, I just... Felt worse, somehow."

Tears came in once more when she looked at Sonic.

"It hurts me knowing that I have to force myself to give up on the one person who made me who I am today. I didn't want to do that, but I thought if I did, I'd be a better person."

"Ames..." Sonic muttered out her nickname. A nickname he came up with on the spot, unknowingly. His eyes were soft and sad.

"But I just... Couldn't. You just 'died,' and I don't want to do that! I don't want to stop loving you because you were the first person I met after-! ..."

She quickly stopped herself before going too far.

"After what?"

Welp, too late.

"...After I lost my parents." She said quietly, beginning to cry.

Something hurt in his chest. Very badly, after hearing that. She never talked about her parents before. Now he knows why.

"They were always there for me when times of tough, and they helped me even train with my new hammer, which my daddy made for me. Of course now it has some upgrades thank to Tails, but it was still nostalgic to me. They loved me very much and would do anything to keep me safe."

Crossing his arms and leaning slightly, Sonic sighed, listening to her story. He felt awful.

"I was only seven when I lost them. I was way too young. I hated thinking about it, but I remember them telling me to keep running and protect myself no matter what happens. Then I just, ran off. Leaving my parents with those robots."

Sonic gasped quietly. He knew what kind of robots she was talking about.

"I wanted to protect them from those robots but I felt so scared, even with my hammer. I didn't know what to do. I just ran away. Like a coward." She clinched her fists tightly, wanting so badly to kick her younger self in the face.

"Ever since, for almost a whole year, I blamed myself for the doing the one thing I wanted to do. Keep my family safe, in thanks of keeping me safe. I was by myself ever since. Though, I tried to find a new family. A new place. A new home, anything to make me feel happy again. But... No one would take me..."

Replaying the memories of strangers ignoring her plea from back then, to even some kids befriending her, only to leave her in the dust when she was in trouble, continuously stab her heart every time.

"No one. Literally no one would take me in. I was a loud, weak, sobbing mess to every person who had every right to walk pass by."

It hurts Sonic hearing her say that about herself.

"But as time goes on, I kept on walking. On my own, hoping one day I'll find my place. My new family. I found these tarot card one day and they cheered me right up. They were right up my ally. Then, one card... Heheh, you know exactly what was on that card."

He smiled slightly. "Sure do."

"It was how we met. On Little Planet. Then I met Tails and Knuckles. And ever since, I truly believed I found my new home. You guys, but especially you. You were the first person that I met after I lost my home, and I couldn't be more happier."

She smiled widely. "Not only did you change my life, but you saved it as well. That's just one of the many reasons why I love you!"

Then, she stopped, her smile fading away instantly. "But... When I got older, I became more aware of my actions and wanted to deal with it. But sometimes I set aside those worries, because, that's what you do best, right? No worries at all!"

"Yeah..." Sonic "agreed."

"But it never truly bothered me until we lost you. For months, I was having a horrible time, while trying to be there for the Resistance, being stuck between not wanting to give up my love for you, or just stay the way I am and not change at all. I feel... Stuck. And worthless, knowing that I don't know how to change for the better."

"Don't say that. You're not worthless." Sonic spoke. "You shouldn't kept all of this to yourself during that time. Did you at least talk to someone about it? Cream, Rouge, anyone?"

"No. I was too busy working and checking up with the rest of the rookies during the war." She continued. "Plus, I didn't want to worry anyone if I did anyway. They were worried about you, so what's the point?"

"Everyone was there for each other during that mess! You know darn well they'll be there for you when you need them most!" Sonic corrected in a harsh tone. "And we were there for you since forever! You really think your feelings don't matter?! You really think I don't care about you??!"

Amy was slightly scared by Sonic's yell, but she knew he wasn't being rude. "I-I..." She stuttered. "I don't know!"

"..." Sonic sighed was again, but sounding tired and fed up with the way Amy is treating herself right now.

"I really don't know. You were gone, everyone else was busy, I don't want to get in anyone's way, and I don't know if I should give up my love." She said. "Everything was going so fast in my head and I hated it. Every second of it. I just want my worries to go away. I just want you to get out of my head! I just want to be happy! I just-!!"

She gripped harder on her arm. Sonic quickly held onto her arm, wanting her to release it carefully. "Amy, stop! You're hurting yourself!"

"I just don't want to be alone again!" She sobbed. "I just wanted a family again!" I just want to be reminded that I'm important after so long! Why can't I have this?! Why can't I have any of this?! Why am I trying to hard when I'll just lose everything all over again?!"

"Amy, STOP IT!"

"Why can't I be better?! Why can't I change?! I just... I JUST WANT TO BE BETTER FOR YOU! FOR EVERYONE!"

"AMY!"

"WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT??!"

"AMY ROSE!!"

Sonic yelled out her name loud enough for Amy to finally hear him. She looked up to see his face, full of anger and fear. He was letting out shaky breaths.

Great, Now look what she did. He's upset. And it's all her fault.

"God... What am I even doing... I should've have told you that stuff, but I just have to be honest..." She sniffled, looking down. "I really can't do anyth-"

"Stop." He barked. "Stop it. Right now."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Don't you ever say those things again! You hear me?" He grabbed her arm up to get her to face him again. "Don't EVER say that again!"

"I-"

"EVER!"

Her lips quivered, and broke down into sobs again. "I'm sorry, S-Sonic. Please don't be m-mad at me."

"Amy, why didn't you tell me how you were feeling lately?! Or anyone?! Why would you keep this from us?! Why would think that you're not important?!"

"... ..." Amy just cried softly, refusing to say another word.

"Why would you ever try and give up on your love for me after all this time?"

"Because you don't love me."

...

The only thing that could be heard over the silence was Amy's heartbreaking cries. Sonic's head was racing with so many things to say but he just... Couldn't.

He held his hands on both of Amy's arms to try and comfort her, not knowing what to do with all this information.

He felt stuck as well.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop saying that. It's not your fault. Okay?" He rubbed her arms in a little circle. "It was never your fault."

She was hiccuping more quiet sobs, still refusing to look at him. "I-I'm sor-ry, S-Sonic..." "No, no, no." Sonic spoke. "It's not your fault, Amy... You didn't do anything wrong, okay...? You just didn't know what to do..."

"I'm sorry..."

"You've done nothing wrong. You have nothing to be sorry about. You were brave back there and you still are. You are strong and you have a heart of gold. The biggest heart I've seen in fact." He continues on, rubbing her arms to comfort her.

"You've done so much. For us, and me. I am proud of you. We all are. Always. You are an amazing hero, Amy. You have no idea how important you are."

At that moment, the words she longed to hear, she broke down into louder sobs and fell to her knees, not being able to control her crying anymore. Sonic comes down to his knees and held her. Tight.

He hugged her.

He hugged her, for a long time.

He began rubbing her back, hushing softly.

"I want you to hear me, okay? I want to hear what I'm gonna say." He said. He couldn't see it, but he knew Amy nodded her head slowly. He took in a deep inhale...

"Amy, just because I don't feel the same, that doesn't mean I don't care. Okay?" He goes on. "But I do love you in my own way. I've always thought you were the most happiest, energetic person I've met in a long time. And even though I'm not the biggest fan of romance, I still enjoy your company."

Amy's cries has calm down at this point.

"We were younger. We were kids. I didn't understand that whole 'love' shtick and thought it was all yucky and stuff. But getting older, I know it won't change someone's life just to be with that someone. In fact, it makes that someone's life better. Some people aren't into relationships either, and that's okay."

Amy then sniffled loudly before Sonic continued.

"You are a great person, Amy, and you have no idea how lucky I am to have you here today. In a way, you pretty much saved my life too. You've came a long way to be the person you wanna be. I am proud of you. So, so proud of you. Okay? Don't forget that."

He rubbed her back again, soothing her cries and calming her down much better.

"Don't think that you're feelings don't matter, alright? I care about everyone's feelings, including yours. Regardless if I love you the way you love me, I'll do anything to make sure that frown goes upside down. I'll do anything to make sure you're happy."

He broke up the hug for a moment to face her, seeing all the tears dripping down her face like a small waterfall. "And another thing... I'm sorry if I made you believe that you don't matter. Like I said before, I've been thinking about how different we were towards each other and... I feel like I should make it up for you."

"Sonic..." Amy said hoarsely. "Don't say that. You weren't 'harsh' to me. We were young, like you said."

"I know, but..." Sonic said. "Hearing all of this now, all of the thing you kept from me..."

He sighed.

"It's kind of funny that we both wished to be better for each other, huh?" He chuckled weakly. "But... Listen, Amy... You did change for the better, both for yourself and for me. You've done so much right instead of wrong, alright? And after everything that happened, and after all this time, you still love me. That's pretty crazy..."

"Of course I do." She giggled quietly. "You've done so much for me. During that time in the war, it was a big struggle for me. I wasn't sure if I should keep going. Like, at all..."

His emerald eyes grew for a second. He caught what she meant by those last words. "Amy..."

"But... All I can think of was you. Your smile. Your bravery. Your big heart." Amy softly touched Sonic's chest where his heart is.

"For a while, I could only think about our relationship, but the last few months of that time, you yourself, and as an wonderful person, is all there is in my mind. If I give up, I think you wouldn't like that." She said, once again, holding her arm.

"No. I wouldn't." He held her arm gently and rubbed with with his thumb. "Don't tell anybody this, but back at the Death Egg, it was just basically me and my thoughts, and sometimes those stupid allusions that pop up to mess with me every month or so." He laughed.

"What?" Amy grew concerned.

"Anyway, during the first few months, I was thinking about our friends and wondering, hoping, that they'll be okay without me. I think back to our childhood sometimes. When I first met Tails, Knuckles and you. Some weeks my mind focused on Tails and how he's doing right now. Sometimes Knuckles. And even the Chaotix. I was even wondering what was Shadow's problem with me and why he joined Eggman. Granted, I was worried about him too."

"Sonic..."

"Then I thought about you. You, Knuckles and Tails were the ones I thought about the most, because... You all mean the world to me." Me said, his voice cracking slightly.

Amy's eyes lit up like stars.

"I thought I was being too hard on you sometimes, looking back at our moments. I thought maybe I made you believe that I... Hate you. But I thought it was ridiculous cause you know me! I get along with pretty much a lot of people! But sometimes... It's rare for my worries to catch up with me but when it does..."

Amy held Sonic's hand. He took notice and was surprised at first but looked up to see Amy's smile.

Haven't seen that smile in a while.

"Sonic. You were never hard on me. You were such a sweet hedgehog and you still are, even though I can be too much sometimes. You didn't make me believe that. I did that to myself, haha..." Amy said, giggling and wiping away her tears.

"You know, we have a lot in common after all."

"Yeah. I guess we kinda do." Sonic chuckled.

"We both don't want to worry anyone or even ourselves." They both said perfectly in unison.

Realizing that, they both laughed together. "Jinx! You owe me some Chaos Cola!" Amy said, unable to stop herself from laughing again.

After a moment, Sonic stopped to hear Amy's adorable laughter. He smiled, relieved to hear and see her smile and laugh again after all that drama earlier.

"Aw, where have you been Amy's smile? I've been looking everywhere for ya." He then booped Amy's button nose. "Boop!"

Amy squealed loudly. He never booped her nose before. "Oh, my Gosh!"

"Agh! I'm sorry!"

"No, no, no, it's okay! I wasn't expecting that!"

They both continued laughing for a while, just sitting on the ground with all their previous worries and concern washed away like it never happened.

It really has been a while since they bonded like this. They both needed this laugh. They both needed all of this.

Eventually, they calmed themselves down and relaxed, looking at one another.

Amy smiled. "Sonic?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything."

He smiled as well. "You're welcome. Though, I should be thanking you too. For supporting me during my worst times. Your love and kindness means a lot."

They both back up on their feet and notice the sunset was gone. "Aw. It's over." Amy pouted.

"Hey, it's alright." Sonic said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "There's always next time! Of course, if you're not busy or whatever."

"Haha. Sure." She responded, her voice sounding much better already.

They both look out to the twilight sky, the sky being dark purple with a hint of blue and pink. "Also, uh, thanks for lending me a help back there with those Badniks."

"No problem! Anything to help out my darling Sonic!" She winked

"Pfft, wow, been a hot minute since you called me THAT." He said.

"What? Ya don't like it?" She teased.

"NO! I mean- Kind of- But it's not that I despise it!"

Amy cracked up once more. Sonic just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude." He laughed.

Amy sighed, feeling a whole lot better after what happened. She looked out to the horizon where the sunset was, then back at Sonic. "Thanks for taking me out here."

"Anytime. Been a while since I watched the sun set. Every now and then I like to slow down and just... Admire the most special things about life." He then said, looking right at Amy.

Her whole face goes red and her eyes grew huge.

"AAAAAAH!" She screamed, looking away and covering her face. "What? Was it something I said?" He teased back. "YOU ARE SUCH A DORK!" She squealed, causing Sonic to go into another laughing fit.

Sonic thought it will go badly when he asks a stupid question. It did, but only for a while. There were some tears but then everything was better again.

He hoped someday Amy can talk to him more about her feelings, and maybe he should tell others about his as well, since he doesn't talk about his time at the Death Egg that often.

And probably other stuff too.

He and Amy should hang out more often. He remembered that Amy's 14th birthday is coming up. He missed her 13th, so why not make up for lost time!

"Hey, your birthday is coming up soon. I'm going to assume that I'm invited?"

"Of course! I'm planning something very special, too! But you'll have to wait til the right date comes! It's a surprise." Amy winked again.

"Cool! I'll be there!"

She smiled widely, lucky to have met this blue hedgehog. "I know you will."

He smiled also, but rests his face for a moment to say, "Hey, can you promise me something?"

"Sure."

He held her hand.

"Whenever you feel down or if there's something you want to talk about, please come to me. Know that I'm always here for you."

She looked into the emerald green of his eyes.

"Always." He repeated.

Her eyes sting with tears for a moment, but she took a deep breath to relax herself.

She then placed her other hand on his, smiling. "I promise."

Happy Early 30th Anniversary To Amy Rose, One Of My Favorite Characters In The Franchise.

To those having a rough time right now, always remember that you are loved. You are special. I am proud of you. You've done so much and you're doing great.

Never give up, not even on yourself, because there a lot of people out there who care for you and love you. I have to remind myself this every day and I want to remind you too.

This year has been tough for a lot of people as of late but it's going to get better. It's gonna take a while but it's going to be better. I promise.

When negative thoughts hit, let is pass, and keep living.

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic fanfiction #my fanfiction #tw selfhate #tw sui implied #tw mention of death #I've been meaning to write this for a long time now and I finally got into doing it.#I have another story in the making but I wanna get this out of the way first.#Wanted to write something based on my headcanons regarding Sonic and Amy's relationship and how far they both came as friends.#This can also be viewed as sonamy but you can decide for yourself! It can be romantic or platonic.#I also made this for Amy's anniversary since it's coming up soon.

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prattling-she-elf · 2 years

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Since When does the Fandom Hate Horses?

It absolutely baffles me that people out there hate the scene in RoP where Galadriel and Elendil go horse riding. Of all the things to be nit-picky about, you chose that?!?

I shit you not, I saw a review that complained that the horse riding scene was "a pointless usage of riding in slow motion and something PJ would have never wasted time on" (I'm paraphrasing here, but that was the gist).

Like, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Seriously?

I so wish I could find that review again because it was so damn obvious that this guy's hate had nothing to do with the fact that riding horses in slow motion took up screen time.

I mean, let's look at the evidence. Peter Jackson would never have had people riding horses in slow motion, huh? Bud, I think it's time to rewatch those movies.

Oh yeah, I guess you are right. No slow-motion horses in the Fellowship of the Ring.

Come I think of it, there was none of that in the Two Towers either.

Yeah, imagine how lame that would have been in Return of the King.

(This was maybe not the best choice of gifs, but you probably get it)

In my personal opinion, this scene was done in a way that blends beautifully with the previous movie adaptations.

So, what was this dude's (and other people's) problem?

Let's take a look at the scene.

Apparently, I am in the minority here (at least, that's what it feels like), but this scene was breathtaking.

The colors! The flowing robes! The stunning cremello horse! The cinematography!

This. Is. Art.

Watching this scene made me understand exactly how this show is "a love letter to Tolkien".

Yet a lot of people hate it.

And, surprise surprise, it's not about the horse or the use of slow motion.

Let's compare this scene to its predecessors, shall we?

What do they have in common? For the most part, they can be described as:

Dark

Grim

Urgent

Perilous

Dangerous

This new scene, on the other hand, can be described as:

Bright

Light

Freeing

Leisurely

High Spirited

Two completely different moods, with two different receptions. This is surely a huge part of the negative reaction. People just did not like the lack of tension.

And that's ok.

If you found this scene boring and generally unimpressive due to this lack of narrative pressure, that is completely valid.

But if that was the root cause of the widespread hate for this scene, I would not be writing this.

Because "cringy" is not an adjective used to describe something you find boring and unimpressive. And cringy is the descriptor I have seen used over and over again.

So what about it is "cringy"?

Well, it's not the slow motion. Many people pointed out that there was a lot of it. Does the scene lean too heavily upon slow motion? Meh, in the end, it boils down to personal preference there, but as I have pointed out above, slow motion alone is not the source of enmity.

Nor is it the artful aspect. Many people have expressed their appreciation for the shot where we can see Galadriel's flowing robes.

No. Interestingly enough, the shot that I see the most complaints on, the moment that the enraged masses cry "cringy", is this one.

I mean, look at her! For the first time, she feels joy. And it shows.

Our poor emotionally constipated Galadriel, who has shown nothing but pride, rage, and impatience (all symptoms of her trauma from the hell that was the First Age), is finally happy, even for a brief while.

This poor woman has been shown nothing but disbelief, skepticism, scorn, and outright hostility from other characters. Everywhere she turns, these people patronize her and her growing sense of urgency (I think a lot of people have forgotten/are not aware that she has foresight). Her concerns are not unfounded.

Finally, she catches a break, and her expressions show it. Morfydd Clark does a wonderful job of capturing that freeing release.

Instead, people say it "looks ridiculous, laughable, and out of place", and they complain that it "looks like an advert for a feminine care product".

No. I fear that this reaction stems from something else. Because this was never about the horses.

Our society is twisted and skewed so that many people are not willing to tolerate a female lead—let alone a woman who does all the things that typically male characters do. They have no interest in a female-led narrative. They don't want to see women expressing emotions that don't immediately cater to their egos.

This is mostly a man problem, hence the several instances I've heard of men complaining that this scene looks like advertising for feminine care products (since when did that become a derogatory thing?), so in all fairness, I now point out that some women are also guilty of this through internalized misogyny.

Now, I'm not saying you have to like this scene. You don't have to like anything about RoP. If you don't like it, my advice is to stop watching it and making yourself and everyone else miserable. Go find something you actually like. I promise it will make you feel better.

But, if you hated this scene and other parts of RoP because you are mad that a female lead is showing emotions and doing things that don't fit with your ideas on how women should look or act, then I have a few choice words for you stinky misogynists.

Eca, a mitta lambetya cendelessë orcova, catassa.

#galadriel #fellowship of the ring #the two towers #return of the king #lotr on prime #lotr rings of power #the rings of power #rings of power #love letter to tolkien #rant #lotr horses #calm down and stop trying to ruin rop for everyone else #Ilúvatar almighty #since when did this fandom become so toxic #absolutely laughable rop complaints

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almea · 1 month

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If I had to pick a favourite character in Star Rail, I think it would have to be Silver Wolf.

I probably imprinted on her a little bit because she was my first limited five star (I started playing when there were like four days left on Seele's banner so I wasn't able to get her in time lmao) and she's just. Made my life so much easier. Like, I have no idea how accurate my judgment of story boss fights difficulty is because I've seen people say that the Argenti fight and the newest Echoes of War boss were both super hard and took them multiple tries and I'm just like. I beat them both in one try without any noticeable trouble and my relics aren't THAT good, so I just assume it's because of Silver Wolf's weakness implanting and defence reduction.

I also think she's SO FUNNY in the story. Like, she shows up with Kafka in the prologue to find the Stellaron and implant it in the Trailblazer, and that's fine. Perfectly normal villain/anti-hero behaviour. Then she gets all her accounts frozen in her companion mission which is hilarious (but also, my poor girl lmao). And the fact that she visits the train after her companion mission??? I don't think any of the other morally ambiguous character who have a companion mission get unlocked as a visitor (except Luocha who is until he isn't), but Silver Wolf's just like. What's up, don't mind me, I'm here to hang out and have a good time because everyone else gets to so why shouldn't I?

And then fucking Aetherium Wars. Girl has a bounty on her head and is wanted dead or alive by the IPC and Topaz is standing right there, but none of that matters, she heard there's games and she's here to play. I love the cutscene of her standing with the rest of the "Elite Four" and Topaz because she's SO TINY compared to everyone else, and it's so funny that she's even there with them. Literally no one cares that she's a criminal lmao.

And then her only non-dream appearance in Penacony so far is a message she sends that does kind of indirectly lead to the Trailblazer getting traumatized. I hope she shows up more in Penacony because I'm always delighted when I get to see her in the story, but if she does, it's a crime that she didn't appear in the White Night trailer. I don't think she was in the Interstellar Journey trailer either, so like, justice for my girl. Let her be in a major version update trailer. Although I guess it was such a fun surprise to unexpectedly see her.

I think Silver Wolf might be the reason the Stellaron Hunters have such a strong found family kind of vibe going on. At least when it comes to the more light-hearted side of things because there's clearly a lot of trust involved in Kafka and Blake's relationship with each other. But because Silver Wolf is clearly younger than the others and her personality's a little pushy, all the interactions between her and the other Stellaron Hunters give me the impression that they get along pretty well with each other in casual situations.

Her banter with Kafka during the prologue and the end of her companion mission feels like two people who are pretty familiar and comfortable with each other. The way Silver Wolf asked Kafka if she wanted to go to Pier Point with her and Kafka's response implying she might have gone along if she wasn't in the next script makes it feel like they regularly spend time together outside of missions. Kafka has a voice line about how she likes chatting with Silver Wolf.

Blade seems to just be completely baffled by Silver Wolf, but for some reason he humours her and tells her he'll play games with her once his hand is better instead of outright refusing her. The Tutorial Mission light cone is one of my favourites because I love the vibes of the story for it. Are they about to go cause some chaos and commit crimes? Probably, but until then, Silver Wolf is playing crane games and Blade is complaining to Kafka and Kafka is pleased everything's going well. My favourite of the chibi art they put out for character releases is Blade's because Kafka putting her butterfly pin in his hair and Silver Wolf drawing all over his bandages as he sleeps is soooo cute.

I just assume Sam is going to be playable and I need them to release him already so he can get in on these shenanigans. I already know he's also part of the "every Stellaron Hunter sends messages from Blade's phone except for Blade himself" antics and Silver Wolf said he helps her with her games without being asked, but I need more. I want more light cones that show the daily life of the Stellaron Hunters lmao.

I read Silver Wolf's character stories recently and I don't think they ever outright said what her wish that Elio would grant is, unlike Kafka and Blade's, and the implication from her character stories and one of her conversations on the train seems to be that it's to travel the stars. But because her character stories put so much emphasis on the fact that she was always alone on Punklorde, in my heart she had another wish and it was to not be alone and that's why I love the Stellaron Hunters as a whole so deeply.

#Annie plays HSR #lmao might as well have a tag for myself #Nobody cares but I couldn't shut up because I have not known peace since I read her character stories #I really need to read all the character stories #Because I also read Bailu's recently and I almost passed out from the last two paragraphs

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luxlightly · 9 months

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Roughly 14 hours into Baldur's Gate full release and it's amazing how much has changed from early access. First and foremost being everyone's favorite bastard, Astarion, CHANGING HIS FUCKING OUTFIT JUST AFTER IT FINISHED MY COSTUME. I hope we can find the shirt he wore in EA somewhere. I do prefer it. But this one is fine, too.

More spoilery stuff under the cut. Still keeping things very vague, though. No specifics.

I LOVE the changes to Gale. Everything I complained about with his attitude and dialogue have been completely fixed while retaining the things I did like about him. Complete improvement. He's so much more humble and not at all condescending or creepy anymore. I love this Gale.

Wyll took me totally by surprise in terms of his new backstory and arc so far vis a vis Karlach as well as the Duke. I've not seen any of the twists coming.

Speaking of Karlach. I'm so in love. She's such a fantastic character. Absolutely stunning. If she had been a companion in EA, she'd probably overtake Astarion as my romance choice for my first playthrough.

Astarion is the most unchanged from EA of any of the characters so far. Maybe tied with Lae'sel. But no complaints there. I loved him in EA and love him in full release. I like that they changed needing to get approval from him to get his first cutscenes.

I just finished the teifling party but I haven't done Ethel or the Gith yet so I still have some stuff to do before moving to the second act proper. I physically have to stop in order to sleep or I'd keep playing.

#baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3

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lace--space · 1 year

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Words unspoken leave hearts broken

Percy Weasley x Y/N

Summary: Percy seems to only have time for work, so you search for love in other people. This however never satisfies you. In the end you search out Percy hoping the two of you could still be.

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Soft music playing, candles flickering shadows in the room, two half eaten desserts left on the coffee table. A bundle of arms and legs on the couch. You and Percy layed intertwined together, you slightly more on top of him, where you kissed him softly. He traced your skin with his fingertips, giving you goosebumps. You’d been kissing the whole night, just lazy kisses interrupted by deep conversations.

“I never knew you could get so laid back, Weasley.” You said softly, smiling up at him. “I mean, I’m not complaining, just saying.” “You relax me.” He starts, “You make me feel at home and when I'm at home I relax.” Your heart filled with love. “Is that also true for the Burrow?” You asked not knowing the conversation would turn deep. “I might seem like I don’t like my family and like I don’t want anything to do with them, but I do truly love every single one of them. And I would protect them with my life.” Feeling that you didn’t need to reply to this, you just kissed him again. Saying you understood with your lips.

The two of you had dated a couple times during Hogwarts, but had decided to really end it once you graduated from Hogwarts. Now, you occasionally met up and some of those days and nights ended up with the two of you making out. It had all started off when you were working on a story for the daily Prophet and followed him around the ministry for a couple of days. He’d taken a lot of time, that he really didn’t have, to help you with your article. And that’s how you ended up on either his or your couch, spending a whole lot of time together. That was, until recently.

Percy took a hold of your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You were a bit dazed after he released you and it took you a moment to realize that Percy was moving off the couch. “Hey, where are you going?” You asked, arms outstretched, also getting up now. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” “You’re leaving?” You asked surprised. “Yeah, sorry. I-” He fumbled for words. “I’ll get in contact with you.” He finally said. “You’ll get in contact with me? What am I? A client of yours?” Your temper rising. “I’m just going home, so I can get up early tomorrow morning. Don’t make this a thing.”

Don’t make this a thing. Pfft. You swallowed hard and turned your back on Percy. “Just go!” “I’ll see you in a couple days, promise.” You shook your head. “Whatever.” He could have stayed the night, like he’d done so many times before, but now you think about it, he hadn’t done that in a really long time. “You know what? Just don’t come over at all.” Percy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. “Yeah, you heard me. Bye-bye.” Maybe it was childish, but you were done with his attitude. You know you felt this way because you are deeply in love with him and you seemed to never be able to say that out loud. And with Percy coming and going when he wanted to, it hurt. You wanted him all the time.

When the evening finally came around you stared at the fireplace. A futile attempt to make Percy appear through the floo powder network. You had done it. You really screwed up this time. But you were also stubborn and didn’t want to give in. If Percy couldn’t be with you, you wouldn’t worry about who you were seeing either. You walked towards your closet and picked out a pretty dark blue dress and put it on. The one Percy loved so much on you. You were going out and you were going to enjoy this night out.

***

Walking into the bar, you scooped out the scene. There was a couple sitting at the bar completely engulfed into each other. And a group around your age sitting in a booth drinking shots like there is no tomorrow. There were a few more groups and couples splattered around the bar. You chose a table somewhere at the front. Poem reading was going to happen this evening and you decided to try it out for once.

You thought all the readings were done and you were about to get up. “Ahem.” Someone scratched their voice. “Hi, I’m Dean.” You turned back around and were stunned to see it was Dean Thomas. You quickly sat back down and ordered another drink, ready to enjoy this.

Surprisingly, Dean was really good at poetry. You had enjoyed the other’s as well, but Dean’s was by far the best. “Hey Dean.” You exclaimed. He turned around, a surprised look on his face. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N.” He walked over to you and hugged you. “Do you have time for a sit down?” You asked hopefully. “Ofcourse. I want to know what you’ve been up to. I read your articles.” He says matter of factly. You blushed, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, well, what have you been doing?” “Me? I work as a curse-breaker. I sometimes work with Bill Weasley. But he’s Percy’s brother so you probably already know.” You huffed. “Percy and I aren’t together anymore. So no, I didn’t know about your job. Are you enjoying it?” “Like anybody who has a job, I guess. It pays the bills.” “Right.”

“So, no more you and Percy?” He asked bewildered. You sighed, “No more me and Percy.” “What happened, I was sure you two would last.” “So did I, but he doesn’t seem to give me the time of day, so no.” “So you wouldn’t mind if I,” He starts, hands moving to hold your waist, “Do this?” He pulls you closer, lips mere inches apart. You close the distance, pulling him closer with your hands in his hair. His lips were chapped, but you didn’t seem to mind. Your focus was completely on Dean and his lips on yours. Until you didn’t. Percy crept into your mind and all of a sudden you felt disgusting, like you were cheating on him. You weren’t, the two of you weren’t dating, but still, it didn’t feel right.

You backed away from his lips. “I’m sorry.” You started. “I can’t.” “Are you still together with Percy?” He asked, confused. “What?” You now looked just as confused. “Oh no, we aren’t together, but it does feel weird.” “Hey, no worries. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do.” You hugged him. “Thank you, Dean.” “But, I do think you need to talk to him.” “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “At Least think about it.” He said kindly. You nodded at him, then got up to make your way home.

***

“Oliver!” You sputtered. You hadn’t seen him come into the club. “It’s been so long.” “It has, hasn’t it.” “Here, come take a seat.” You scooted to the side, making room for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask, are you here with someone?” “No,” He started as he sat down next to you. “I just came to have a good time and then I saw you.” “I can be a good time.” You covered your mouth after you heard what you said. “I didn’t mea- I didn’t-” Oliver laughed loudly. “Calm down, I understand.” You were mortified by what you had said, but clearly Oliver understood.

Half an hour later you had climbed on top of his lap and was now fully making out with him. His hands ran up and down your back as he hugged you close. His lips were rough against yours and his stumble scratched at your cheeks. You ended the kiss, his lips chasing yours, so you put a finger against his lips and pushed him back, getting off his lap in the meantime.

As good as it felt to kiss him, he couldn’t kiss you like you wanted to. He wasn’t Percy. “I’m sorry.” You said softly. “This just doesn’t feel right.” “It will alway be Percy, right?” He says matter of factly. “If he can stop being such a workaholic.” You sigh desperately.

“You gotta see it from his perspective too. He wants to make the world a better place. Especially after the whole Voldemort thing. And that takes time. And I’m sure he wants to be with you, but he wants to be there all the time, not when he has a little space in his schedule. Give him a chance.” He softly finishes. “But what if he never has time for me? Then what am I supposed to do? I can’t wait forever.” You sighed. “He’ll come around.” Oliver gave you a hug. “Just you wait. You’ll see.”

And so your thoughts drift off towards Percy once again, maybe you should go talk to him.

***

You didn’t go out again after your last encounter with Oliver. You felt bad. What a mess. You made out with Percy’s previous best friend and you couldn’t see how you could make this right again. Percy was probably going to feel really hurt when he finds out.

You decided to just rip off the bandaid and go over to Percy’s house after work. You were crazy nervous. What was he going to say? What were you going to say? But here you were, standing in front of Percy’s front door. You hadn’t dared to go by floo powder network. You hesitantly knocked on the door.

“Y/n?” Percy asked. “Yeah, hi.” You said softly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure, come in. Haven’t seen you in a while.” “Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You informed.

He walked you to the kitchen where he grabbed you a beer and motioned for you to sit at the table. “So, what did you wanna talk about?” You hesitated for a second. “Percy, I’m sorry.” He furrowed his brow. “Why?” “I know we aren’t together, but I did go out and meet other people.” You swallowed thickly. “And I kissed some of them.” Percy straightened his back. “I mean, like you said, we aren’t together. So I can’t get mad at you about that. But just out of curiosity, who did you kiss?” “Dean Thomas and,” You stopped for a second, was it a good idea to say that you kissed his best friend? Well here goes nothing. “Oliver.” Percy’s brows rose up to his hairline. “You kissed my best friend.” “Or, your best friend kissed me. It just depend on how you look at it.” Percy snorted. “I’m going to need to have a tough conversation with Oliver, that’s how I see it.”

“You also need to know,” You started, “That I only thought of you when I was kissing them.” You looked down at your fingers. “I only want you, Perce. No one else makes me feel the way you do.” “I’m sorry I wasn’t around much when we were kind of together. I didn’t think about how you’d feel about me being gone all the time. I was so focussed on work. I promise you that I’ll do better. I’ll be around more. If you still want me?” “Do you still want me, after what I did?” “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea.”

He stood up from his seat and pulled on your hand to make you stand up too. He placed his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. His lips met yours. His lips warm and soft, nothing like Dean’s or Oliver’s. He walked you towards the couch and pressed you into it, Both of you now breathing heavily as your body’s collided together. “I swear, I’m going to treat you right from now on.” A shiver ran down your spine. “This means we’re actually together this time?” He kissed you once more. “Definitely.”

#percy weasley #dean thomas #oliver wood #y/n #drabble #one shot #imagine #preference #mywriting #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley

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