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diagonal-queen · 10 months

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omg what if i requested...

okay okay imagine: [character] taking a bath with you and its all cute but GOD DAMN WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY RUBBER DUCKS? like yalls are taking a bath and you just pull out the rubber ducks and dump them in the bath djfbdjdj YES SFW I WE DONT TOLERATE NSFW HERE

characters: ranpo, dazai, chuuya, poe, atsushi, [your favorites] SEPARATE! if you dont wanna do em all you can just do poe and ranpo lol also you can insert blue lock characters if you want to 👍

i want isagi so bad frfr ALSO HONKAI STAR RAIL CAELUS WHY ISNT ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE HELLO??? TRASH CAN BOYFRIEND??? HES SO HOT TOO? I WANT HIM TOO FRFR

i hope youre having a good day i am indeed alive!!

- nia

A NIA REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTT OMG YES

Rubber duckie, you're the one~

♡ pairing: Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Atsushi Nakajima, Mykola Hohol, Tecchou Suehiro x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You bring rubber ducks into the bath.

♡ cw: Swearing, nudity I guess??? It's not NSFW lmao but gotta cover my bases

note: HELLO NIA. I want you to know that I AM gonna be doing a BLLK version of this some time after I've finished this one. Also I don't know much about Honkai Star Rail but isn't Caelus basically like that game's equivalent of Aether from Genshin? I'm uncultured T-T These are just crack hcs lol uh yeah apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Ranpo:

Bold of you to assume this mf didn't bring his own rubber ducks

The bathtub is overcome with your shared aquatic fowl. You two are having an absolute field day in there (and not like a regular field day, but like a Magic School Bus field day)

Maybe they have a war or something. Or maybe they establish a peace agreement and the two leaders of your different duck nations get married to form a union

You guys end up staying in the tub until the water is freezing

Honestly though, you probably benefitted from having a little while to both just indulge in childish behaviour without any judgement or consequences. And it was super fun so no regrets

After the first time you guys decide to start having shared baths every now and then when things get too stressful at work, so you could blow off steam in a harmless and fun way

But you two don't tell anybody. I mean Ranpo still brings rubber ducks to public bathhouses because he's just like that but nobody else ever finds out the true extent of your duck-related shenanigans

10/10 would recommend bubble bath rubber duck therapy w/ autistic manchild 👍

Dazai:

He didn't expect it, but he likes it!

Dazai probably never washes himself ever so he was already quite on board with the idea of having a bath with you (he gets to see you nakey and have clean hair for once? Like what a win)

Also I reckon he's the kinda guy who really enjoys bubble baths and plays with them and gets the bathroom all messy with the bubbles (me too Dazai)

So he was pretty hyped for this. But then you dump like fifty rubber ducks into the bath and NOW IT'S TIME TO GET FUNKY

Dazai has definitely never played with them before. He's amused with the way they float, with the fact that they make noise when you squeeze them, their big stupid eyes and everything about them

He initially wants to question why you have so many of them or where you got them from but then he just as quickly decides that he doesn't really wanna know the answer

Is he as invested in the ducks as you are? No, but he's very curious about them and finds it nice that you enjoy them so much

Probably wraps one in bandages and gives it to you so you're always thinking of him or smth 💀 (it's cute though)

Chuuya:

If Chuuya has run you a bath he probably intended for it to be romantic and relaxing

And then you bringed in the duckies

After a quick discussion you two do compromise on a romantic bath. With rubber ducks. And it honestly ends up being more perfect than either of you expected

He'd have been willing to just let you do your thing though because he just wants you to be happy but mans works too hard to pass up an opportunity to relax in the bath with you

So what ends up happening is you two just cuddle in the bath and talk about life and romance and stuff, and there's also ducks floating there, entirely out of place

Like Chuuya would have pulled out all the stops. Candles and wine and stuff, so like a pretty mature scene that does not accommodate for rubber ducks, and yet there they are

But he thinks it's really cute how into the ducks you are so he lets you keep them around

He would definitely buy you more rubber ducks in the future just to see you smile. Chuuya is down so bad for you 😌

Poe:

He's probably never even seen a rubber duck in his 1800s gothic anxietycore life

You might honestly have to explain what they are. He's like 'and they don't do anything? You just have them there for company?' and you're like 'yeah!' and he's just like

Poe would find one singular duck of yours and latch onto it. That one is his duck now and he would keep it nearby because it reminds him of you

Overall though he doesn't really get on board with it. Like after the first two minutes when the novelty fades he's like '...can we please remove them' lol

If you say yes then the bath then continues on exactly as expected. It's nice but Poe's a little insecure and shy (cuddle him pls)

If you say no then he's just gonna learn to deal with them. This man doesn't have the balls to set boundaries with you (ME TOO POE)

That being said, if Karl likes the ducks? ...oh boy he's straight up going to purchase an avalanche of them

It's really up to you whether or not the ducks catch on or not, Poe's just along for the ride whether or not he wants to be

Atsushi:

Help him

They didn't have rubber ducks in the orphanage, and Atsushi probably hasn't had a proper nice long bath in years. He did not want nor expect a horde of rubber ducks

But Atsushi loves you so much that he's willing to look past it. And the duckies actually grow on him by the time you guys get out the bath

He's always seen bathing as just that. A way to clean. But you're determined to introduce him to the wonders of bathtime and make up for the childhood he wasn't allowed to have

He mostly just goes along with you and doesn't really match your energy, but he absolutely loves seeing you so excited about the ducks

He would definitely like the idea of baths being a cute couply thing for you guys to do though so whether or not you got your ducks with you is honestly irrelevant

But you do. And so he accepts them as a part of being with you. In sickness and health or whatever idk nobody loves me lmao

Just make sure that you give Atsushi as much attention as you give to the ducks okay?

Mykola:

Mykola has literally never been happier in his entire life

This was the moment when he realised that you were the one for him. His soulmate, his one and only

He doesn't care how many ducks there are, he just cares that there's ducks. And that you're the one who bought them into the bathtub.

The pair of you wreak havoc on the bathroom. Like with Ranpo, y'all were just being a little playful. You and Mykola straight up destroy the whole room

You two spend hours in there coming up with names, extended backstories and lore of each rubber duck and it gets so complicated so fast

He would also give each one of them a different voice while you guys are messing around. Theatre kid moment

You've now given him the idea to just randomly present you with rubber ducks at any time, regardless of the scenario. Your collection grows tenfold due to this bastard and Fyodor is not pleased about it. Not when Mykola is interrupting DOA meetings with fucking ducks

The poor repair guys you hire to fix the bathroom...they're so confused T-T

Tecchou:

Straight up just does not react. This shit is a regular Tuesday for him

LET'S NOT PRETEND THAT HE DOESN'T OWN RUBBER DUCKS BECAUSE HE LITERALLY DOES I SAID SO

And he just lets them float there in the bath and pays no mind to them. Doesn't play with them, talk to them or whatever. It's just nice to have some silent, non-judgemental company sometimes

Tecchou doesn't strike me as someone who would suggest that you two take a bath together, so it was most likely your idea. He went along with it because relaxing in a steamy room with you sounded nice, but in reality you just wanted to show him the ducks

And though he might have seemed disinterested he was so happy to know that you and him had a similar interest

You two are so good for each other that way <3 (good = autistic I guess, because Tecchou is canon autism I decided)

So while you play with the ducks or whatever he just sits there content and watches you do so with a little smile. Probably calls you cute at some point entirely catching you offguard

You two make it a regular thing, but Jouno probably finds out somehow and it's just a whole other can of worms I won't go into rn

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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berylcups · 1 month

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Yandere Files: Illuso x Shy Reader

CW: Somnophilia, Stalking, murder, impregnation mention, alcohol

Here’s Babbys first yandere post. 🥴 it’s not gruesome but it is very lewd. I guess this more of a “softer” yandere than I anticipated but this was mostly for my own self indulgence lol. I hope this is good enough for everyone 💜 Minors DNI NSFW

It’s not every day La Squadra is given a new teammate. It’s definitely a first for an AFAB to come into the group of hardened criminals. It’s been about 7 months now, and nobody knows a goddamn thing about you. You stay to yourself , you don’t make small talk, eye contact, or show any sort of an emotion. You speak so softly… that they have to strain their ears just to understand what you are saying. It’s always in short choppy sentences.

How are you doing today Y/N? “Good.”

Did you do anything over the weekend? “I slept.”

Tell the guys what you did to that target! “Killed him.”

No, hooow did you kill him? “ High speed train…heading to Roma Termini.”

Where are you heading off to Y/N? “Out.”

Out where? “To the cafe.”

Getting any information out of you was like pulling teeth. The only thing they knew was that they were a foreigner from _______.

Illuso was tasked with spying on you because you were so quiet and reserved. Can you blame them? After what happened to Sorbet and Gelato you can’t be too sure to make sure you're not part of the bosses secret mission to snitch on them.

Illuso keeps a good eye on you. He seen where you live, what your real personality is like. Who your friends are… who your family are… and knows all about your pets and which one is secretly your favorite.

All the while you slowly warm up just a little to the others more, illuso keeps acting like a complete jerk to keep up with appearances. He doesn’t want you knowing he’s watching your every move. He doesn’t wanna admit it but he’s slowly becoming attached.

He watches you clean… cook… play with your cats and treat them like babies. It makes him start to day dream thinking about you doing those sorts of things for him or just with him. He can feel his cheeks tinting pink.

If you have any interest in any of the other teammates or if they have interest in you, he’ll sabotage anything by telling you something embarrassing about them.

“Hey Y/N! Did you know that Prosciutto is old enough to be your DAD??? Hahaha!”

“Illuso shut the fuck up! Don’t make me get Grateful Dead out on your ass!”

He suddenly feels agitated when your partner calls… why is that? When he hears you arguing loudly over the phone with them and you’re upset/crying, he’s suddenly a lot nicer to you. Weird. Illusos not a nice guy, so what’s his deal???

Despite his hatred of you having a partner he fondles himself watching you two getting intimate. He gets just as sexually frustrated as you do when you can’t climax. Can’t your partner do anything right?! Get rid of the loser so he can do it for you himself!

He will sabotage your relationship with your partner. He’ll throw used condoms in the glove box of your shared car or under the mattress. Put perfume or lipstick stains on their clothes. Anything to get you to argue and break up. And for extra measure he’s gonna send them to the mirror realm and pummel them to death.

Once the partner is out of the way. He starts being a lot nicer. He’ll include you in on teasing others and if that’s not your vibe he’ll tell you all of the juiciest gossip he has as he plays with your hair while watching trash reality tv.

He’s stingy with everyone and won’t let others try his stuff but he’ll wanna you try a new product he bought himself(mostly just for you).

“Y/N, you’re safe with me. I wanna try this new hair mask out on you. I bet it will make your hair feel so silky. “

When you're not home/out on a mission it’s a perfect opportunity to take in your scent. He’s gonna find what fragrances you use so he can use them to jerk off with. He’ll take a pair of panties that been well used out of the hamper to smell and when he’s feeling extra desperate he’ll lick a long stripe up then too to savor your natural taste.

When you two have missions together he’ll be the nicest guy ever. He won’t even treat it like a mission. It will be like a mini vacation. He will insist on getting a 1 bed hotel room so you two have to share. Even if it’s king sized, the man is HUGE. He’s gonna have some amount of contact with your body and he’s gonna love every minute of it.

He’ll make sure your nice and drunk so when you fall asleep you don’t wake up or remember anything as he thigh fucks you from behind panting sweet nothings into your ear as your blissfully off into dreamland thinking your just having a wet dream.

“You’re mine, you got that? Nobody can have this cunt but me… I swear I’m gonna knock you up so nobody can take you away from me. I don’t really want a kid but I’ll do everything I can to keep you from leaving.”

He’s gonna make you his regardless. He’s never been so attached to anyone before and he’s spoiled so he’s gonna get what he wants . So consider yourself “lucky “ this yandere chose you and get cock drunk because he’s isn’t going to stop pounding anytime soon.

“ I hope you can accept my love Y/N. Because I’m not letting you go! You’re mine and nobody else’s! My god, I love you so damn much…”

#jjba #jjba part 5 #la squadra #jjba x reader #jojo illuso #jjba illuso #illuso #illuso x reader #yandere illuso #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #minors dni

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smokeahontas7 · 1 year

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Botany

pairing: (pre-ellie)!Joel Miller x OFC!Juliette Dacre

summary: Joel meets Juliette and finds small moments of restitution and peace for himself through helping her tend to a secret community garden that helps people from starving in the QZ.

a/n: i'm gonna place this as pre ellie, a few weeks before Tommy leaves the Boston QZ. i don't know much about the video game but i did my research don't come for me. tess is involved but not painted in bad light, mostly added for razzle dazzle. i use ofc because writing 'you' pov is hard for me. juliette in my head is native american/mexican, bc i'm native american/mexican lol but there isn't any super body descriptions of her. this will be a pre/post outbreak short series it's kinda romantic kinda smutty definitely self indulgent

warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENAGE: slow burn, there will be smut i promise, age gap (ofc is in her late 20's), implied mentions of sex work, poisoning, brief details of death/murder/drowning, not quite smut at the end but still a warning for heavy make outs anyway, not like a warning but an fyi for those who don't know, gruñon is spanish for grumpy which is like her nickname for Joel, that is all lol

botany ch. 2 here!

"You gonna keep draggin' ass or can we get home sometime soon ? Gonna get dark."

"Just wait a minute."

Tommy stood at the front of the abandoned hardware store, impatiently awaiting his brother who seemed to be dragging them out of their way lately. Joel disregarded him entirely and continued his search, reaching the back of the dusty store and finally finding a single box of latex gloves. He shoved the crumbled box in his pack and hurriedly joined his brother outside the store where the sun was just about setting, both Tess and Tommy giving him looks of irritation, but he didn't seem to mind as they headed back to the Boston QZ.

"You're kinda' sweet on that girl, don'tcha' think?" Tommy said after a awhile of walking, loving to twist the knife when it came to teasing his brother.

"Shut up." Joel insisted through his teeth, delivering a swift punch to his arm.

"You do go out of your way for that princess a lot." Tess added, he silently cursed Tommy with his eyes.

"I don't go out of my way... She keeps that secret garden. She feeds people,"

"She makes medicine, she helps the community," Tess mockingly completed a sentence he had used in his defense before, catching eyes with him before his darted down to his boots.

"But you are sweet on her. That's why you go out of your way." Tommy teased again.

"I told Ben I'd look out for her.. and you guys did too. That's what I'm doin'."

The mention of their former friend Ben seemed to quiet everyone up, not much said afterwards as they sat with the truth. Ben Dacre and his daughter Juliette helped sustain hundreds of people in the QZ with their homemade fish traps in the river just outside the walls, and their secret garden that grew all different varieties of natural herbs, fruits, and vegetables. Ben had started trading with the group, food and natural medicine in exchange for their protection. If it was ever to be tipped off to FEDRA about what they were doing, Ben requested they get Juliette somewhere safe and let him take the hanging, for his daughter would have all the means and intelligence to start a new garden over again on her own if she continued to have a trading connection in them. The man passed away just as he predicted, and it was Joel who got Juliette to a small apartment with access to a wooded area nearby. Over time he had helped her restore and tend to over half the garden to its originally glory, it was something they had grown close over, as Tommy and Tess were more about finding seeds and seeking gardening supplies for them.

Juliette was fairly good at sustaining herself and mostly stayed out of trouble. She was as charismatic as she was lovely, easily 20 years younger than him, and often catching the eye of young FEDRA agents and other men who lingered too long, came on too strong, in Joel's opinion. She was helpful to him in ways too, checking his traps for him and habitually delivering the catches perfectly cleaned, cut, and gutted. She gave him all the clothes and boots and other manly essentials her father didn't need after he passed. Sometimes she'd invite the brothers over and make them dinner. Everyone knew her as a very sweet girl who kept to herself, it wasn't hard for him to develop a small crush.

"You guys go. I'm gonna drop these seeds off and grab some food, I'll be back in an hour." He caught an awkward glance from Tess but nothing more, it made him inwardly frustrated that she just didn't understand. They all would sometimes see Juliette in town being friendly with a guard, or being escorted somewhere with a smile. Joel especially took notice. He knew his crush would never be anything more. Maybe she was flirty with him at times, but maybe she was that way with everyone. Joel knocked on the door with special code, so she'd know it was safe for her to answer. He listened to the many locks being undone, counting them in his head to make sure she wasn't half assing it and only doing 1 or 2 when there were 6 for a reason.

"You did all the locks this time, good girl." He praised when she opened the door, catching a blush on her cheeks and a sincerely happy to see him grin.

"You spent half an hour pulling weeds with me AND lecturing me on lock safety. I learned my lesson." She said in joking defeat, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing tight as he stood still, as usual. He tried his best to be appropriate with his affections, reserved where she was free, but she didn't mind. She knew that was just Joel.

"Speakin' of weeds," Joel sat on the couch and dug into his pack, fishing out the box of latex gloves. "These aren't gonna save your hands, they'll shred." He handed them to her and found blissful disbelief on her face. She didn't say anything for a moment, looking between him and the box. He could tell she had something on her mind, the way her brow creased in thought and she seemed to go somewhere else.

"Hey, everything ok ?" He asked, she hesitated.

"... I need to ask you something serious." Brown meet brown when they catch each other's eye, Juliette trying her best to read him, but he remains in his stone demeanor.

"Joel, I need a really big favor... but I need to ask first, can I trust you ?" It's subtle, but something in his gaze changes then, a dilating of his pupils just a bit when he nods.

"With your life." Juliette takes a long pause, pacing the small studio apartment with nervous steps. She knows he means it.

"There's a plant that grows along the abandoned highways near where you do your trade runs. I need you to take these jars, and collect any berries, blooms, and leaves you can find from this plant." Juliette takes a book from off her table and sits beside him, laying it in his lap and pointing at a diagram of a green plant with purple flowers and deep blue berries.

atropa belladonna: deadly nightshade - WARNING! HIGHLY TOXIC

"The entire belladonna plant from roots to leaves is poisonous, and you'd need to wear the gloves to protect your skin." She bends over to briefly dig under the couch, finding a shoe box and removing the lid to reveal it to be filled to the brim with ration cards, and an almost full bottle of real pre-outbreak whiskey.

"I know it'll be dangerous, I've been doing some saving and trading.. I would go myself, but my dad never let me go past the river, I don't know the area... and you won't take me yourself."

"No, I wont. Something happens to you out there, who's gonna help the people in here ?" She remained quiet, he made a fair point. She hadn't yet picked someone to pass her knowledge down to, and Joel was the only other person who knew some, but not all, that it took into raising a healthy garden. Joel took the bottle of whiskey from the shoe box and pushed the ration cards back to her.

"Joel, no-- you,"

"No, you, listen up. I'll do this for you on one condition. You gotta tell me what need you have for poison plants.. and you gotta promise to put those cards towards yourself. Gonna start gettin' cold again, get some winter clothes... can't romp around in sun dresses all seasons." His dry humor was poking fun at her, but he noticed a swift change in her mood, leg beginning to bounce in a nervous shake right beside his. Joel gently placed his hand over her knee, trying to read her face and finding a mix of sadness, and possibly shame.

"I'm just jokin' with you, honey, I didn't mean anything by it,"

"No-- it's not that... I just.. don't think I can tell you. I don't want you to think different of me.." Juliette said softly, different than her usually confident and chipper way of being.

"You're actin' like you're planning on poisoning someone, what's goin' on with you ?" The silence that fell over the room was heavy, all she could do was stare.

"Shit, Jules.. are you poisoning people??" He asks a little louder than intended, she shushes him, placing her hands over his mouth and climbing in his lap a bit with pleading eyes.

"Shut the hell up!! These walls are stupid thin, you know that. You need to let me explain.. will you let me explain?" Joel nods his head, unbothered by the unsolicited contact from her. She smells fragrantly sweet up close, and her knee digging into his thigh felt painfully good. She climbs off of him and takes a deep breath, fidgeting with her hands on the couch in silence for a moment. He's never seen her so wound up before, he can tell she's scared.

"Whatever it is-- and I mean whatever-- We'll deal with it together. Ok?" She meets his eyes one more time, and she knows he is a man of his word. Joel Miller is not one to just say things.

"Have you ever heard of Jane Doe's ?" Her question catches him off guard, it takes him a moment to process what it means. She can see it in his eyes when it clicks.

"Heard its a myth.. FEDRA wouldn't run shit like that. They'd abolish it." Joel seemed confident in his words, but the sad looking smile on her face at his naivety made something in his stomach drop.

"When girls are of age to get assignments, some of us get the choice to be Jane Doe's... FEDRA officers request us, we go to their homes, draw them bathes, make them tea... We wait til they're done. We do whats requested.. They pay us our ration cards, we leave." Clearly distraught, things started connecting in Joel's mind as he ran a hand through his greying hair. The many "boyfriends" he thought she had. Wondering how she always had so many ration cards to offer him. The bruising he'd sometimes see on her arms and legs she'd claim were from gardening.

"A few months ago, I went to jane doe for a guard that was known to be aggressive with the girls.. He kept me for 3 days and did.... the craziest shit, Joel." He noticed how her body trembled, her eyes pleaded with him to see her point of view, to believe her, rather than crying about the abuse she suffered.

"FEDRA doesn't give a fuck what happens to us. jane doe's are disposable, replaceable... It's all underground. So nothing happened to the guard... My dad and I used to harvest the belladonna that grew near the river, and I remembered there was a patch next to where we have the fish traps.. so I got the berries together, and I made a tea. When that guard requested me again, I went to his house and did what I normally do. I might've used more than I needed.. his body responded almost immediately, then it was pretty much easy from there. I waited til I could hear him choking, then I went into the bathroom and held him underwater til he passed.." Joel rarely showed reaction at all, but he could hardly believe that sweet, quiet, Juliette was telling him the story of how she poisoned and drowned a man in his own bath tub. He felt pride in her for having the ability and intelligence to keep herself alive, but mutual rage at the men who've been hurting her, and disappointment in himself for not seeing the situation sooner.

"Fuck, Jules.. I'm sorry, I should've known, I," She cut him off, shaking her head and taking his hands in hers. She recognized the coldness pouring over his eyes as he beat himself up. She wouldn't let him take responsibility for it.

"Hey, I'm fine, right? I'm right here, aren't I ?" She flatted his hands on the hem of her dress, bringing a bit of warmth back to his brown irises as he met her sight.

"You couldn't have known.. I wouldn't let you. This isn't something I'm proud of.. I would've died with this secret if I wasn't in this position." He's reminded of the matter at hand, the collecting of the plant, and her reasoning.

"Tell me who you're going to use the poison on, I'll take care of it right now. Give me a name." She observes how the thought of her being in danger puts fire in his heart, and shares a genuine smile for the first time of the night since she opened the door.

"I'm not in any danger, Gruñon, calm down.. Seriously, I promise." Juliette extends her pinky and offers it in promise, he begrudgingly links his with hers and interlocks it tight, but takes it as trust she is telling the truth.

"I make the tea for other jane doe's.. We take turns taking out guards. When one jane has a body, we all go to where she's at and help wrap the guy up like the infected, and toss them in the burn piles at night.. I've used all the nightshade within my reach, but I know more grows along where you do your trade runs." She allows him a moment to process and sit with everything she's said, fearing in the back of her mind that he thinks she's barbaric, inhumane. She has no idea of the things he's done to survive as well, he could never judge her. He maybe even admires her more.

"I'll get what you need, I understand it's important. Don't worry about it." Joel assures her, telling her he'll be going back on another run in a few days. She thanks him endlessly, throwing her arms around him again, but this time, he opens his for her and wraps her in a tight hug. He cannot imagine the horrors she's witnessed and suffered from being a jane to abusers, it's important to him that she know he's safe, he's here for her. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of her scent in the lingering hug they both needed, comforted by hints of jasmine flowers in her hair and coconut oil on her skin. She holds his neck a little tighter and he does the same with his arm around her waist, playing a game of follow the leader her body finds its way on top of his lap and he leans back on the couch to give her more room, now closer than they've ever been. She gently kissed him, her lips soft and moisturized with some sort of homemade balm that tasted like honey where his were chapped and hardly used to the affections of kissing. His body reacted before the thread of his moral compass could, chasing the sweetness of her lips and slowly initiating the next steps of tasting her mouth with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his untamed mess of greying waves, nails gently raking across the back of his neck and making his heart pound in his chest.

"Jules.." He sighed when she started to grind on his lap, moving his kisses roughly under her chin and down her throat, facial hair scratching against the delicate skin of her chest as she began pulling her dress down for him.

"Please, Joel ? Please, please, please," She begs, snaking her hand between them to begin pulling at his belt. Joel groans, pulling her hand away and holding it at her side, both panting for air as the heated make out abruptly stops.

"I.. I can't tonight.." Something in his gut drops again as he internally kicks himself. He wants this just as badly as she does, but he has to go.

"I told Tommy I'd be an hour.. I won't have enough time. Any longer, he'll come lookin' for me." Juliette nods. She's understanding, but he can tell she seems discouraged.

"Hey," Joel holds her chin in his hand gently. "I'll be back in a few days... Just.. be good for me. Stay out of trouble." He doesn't know what else to say, but it's better than pulling her hair back and going for her mouth again. He kisses her a final time before he goes, savoring the taste of sugar and honey.

"Come back to me safely."

Like a spell spoken over a willing fool, Joel found himself wanting to do exactly that from the moment he left her apartment.

#TLOU #The last of us show #hbo the last of us #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x ofc #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller one shot #joel miller series #tlou fandom #tlou fanfiction

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scoopertrouper · 11 months

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could you write about steve and nancy's first major fight (and reconciliation) after they got back together post s4?

anon, i hope you're happy. this prompt ate my brain, chewed it up, and then decided it didn't like how it tasted and spit it out. i was at the ZOO with an adorable little toddler, watching him watch the turtles in wonderment while also thinking "yeah, but WHY are steve and nancy fighting??"

ultimately i think the characters here still need some fine tuning/fleshing out and the premise really only works if you don't think about it too hard. i will probably revisit this in the future with a much stronger editorial eye. 😬

that said, i hope you still very much enjoy this impulsive, self-indulgent 5k words of breaking up (not really lol) and making up schmoop (+ warning for tasteful-ish spice at the end - sorry if that's not your thing).

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can’t let you slide through my hands

“I don’t like this.”

Nancy hates her voice right now. It’s a quivering, slip of a sound, and she can barely hear it over the slamming echo of her heart inside her ears.

But Steve hears it. He always hears her, even when it’s something he doesn’t want to hear.

And if he’s trying to ignore her – trying to pretend the slow, careful grind of whetstone over the edge of his ax has drowned out her words – well, the brief glance he can’t help but flick in her direction gives him away entirely.

“Steve.”

“Nancy.”

Each syllable is even, practically toneless, and she hates it.

“Why are you doing this?” Normally she’d work a lot harder to quash the weak, plaintive note that suffuses the word why, but he’s not listening to her and she doesn’t know what else to do. How else to get his attention.

“You heard Hopper,” he says with that awful, carelessly empty inflection. “They need all the help they can get.”

Nancy’s fingernails bite into her palms. The sting of it somehow grounds and incenses her, all at the same time.

“He only said that after you asked him if you could go.”

And hadn’t that been a kick in the pants – Nancy, resigned to staying behind playing bodyguard at Hopper’s request, while Steve only too eagerly offered to tromp off into the woods with Team Distraction like some kind of kamikaze lamb for slaughter.

(That’s not fair. She knows that of the two of them, she has what could be considered the more important job. Stay at the cabin. Protect El. Make sure nothing happens to her if this frankly suicidal diversionary tactic doesn’t work and they’re attacked during yet another round of psychic Marco Polo with the biggest, baddest ugly they’ve faced yet.

And she knows Hopper wasn’t lying – they probably could use Steve’s help out there, his seemingly infinite supply of athleticism. Just like she knows that it’s actually a huge compliment that Hopper's trusting her to help keep his daughter safe. So no, she’s not being fair. But also – it’s not fair.)

Steve finally looks up, and he’s wearing that face she’d gotten all too familiar with during the last couple months of their relationship, round one – the one that says he’s trying to see where she’s coming from, but he’s getting annoyed in spite of himself. She hasn’t seen it in quite some time, but she supposes it would’ve been silly to assume it had been retired for good. Neither of them has changed that much.

“Nance. Come on. You know I’m gonna be way more useful out there than I would be here. I’m a garbage shot, anyway.”

Nancy scoffs.

“So you’d rather be cannon fodder instead?”

He props the ax next to the door to the front door of the cabin and crosses his arms, looking a little wounded.

“Jesus, give me some credit. I’ve made it this far, haven’t I?”

“Sure, as long as someone’s there to follow your ass through a gate, and beat off the demon bats, and bandage you when you’re bleeding out all over the place!”

She knows she’s probably starting to sound unhinged. She knows it. But she can’t help it. She does not want him to do this. This is not a good plan.

His face twists, and he looks like he wants to grab her – hold her like he would’ve if this were still September of senior year – but he pulls back at the last second. He does that a lot, now, like he’s still not totally sure what he has permission to do.

She wishes he hadn’t. Touching him would be infinitely preferable to shouting at him. If she was touching him, she could grab on tight. Refuse to let go. Keep him anchored here by sheer force of will.

“Nancy, I don’t get it,” he says, tossing his arms up helplessly instead of putting them around her. “This was exactly what your plan was the first time. Cause a ruckus. Create a diversion. Fly in under the radar. It worked once. Ish. We can make it work again, at least long enough for El to try and flush the creep out of hiding.”

Nancy’s jaw drops.

“Worked? Define worked, Steve!” Her eyes are burning. “Eddie is dead! Max is in a coma, maybe…maybe…” as good as dead “…forever. There is a gate to hell splitting the whole town open down the middle, and Vecna is still alive. Only now we have no idea where he is or what he’s doing! In what way would you say any of what we did worked?”

“Because we hurt him,” he responds immediately, low and hard. “We hurt him, and now – now we know he bleeds. We can hurt him again, Nancy, I gotta believe that.” His mouth thins. “Eddie dying, losing Max –” his voice cracks on the “a”, but he soldiers through it “– it all sucks. I hate it. But it wasn’t your fault. They knew what they were getting themselves into.” He pauses, and squares his shoulders. “They weren’t like Barb.”

Nancy’s mouth tastes like ash, and for once she can’t blame it on the air toxicity.

“Barb? Who said anything about Barb?” She’s trying to keep her breathing under control, but her voice sounds far away. “This has nothing to do with her.”

“Bullshit.”

He looks at her dead on as he says it, like he knows she knows exactly what he means, and she sees red. She’s not sure what’s about to come out of her mouth, but she knows that whatever it is, she’s probably not going to be proud of it – and this time, she won’t be able to use spiked punch as an excuse, nor will she be granted the dubious mercy of drunken amnesia.

“This has nothing to do with Barb,” she says slowly, “And everything to do with the fact that sometimes, I wish you weren’t so fucking stupid.”

He flinches back like she’s slapped him and honestly, she might as well have. She feels sick.

It’s the worst fight they’ve had – actually the only fight they’ve had – since they decided to try again, and what does it say about them that they didn’t last more than ten minutes before they started ripping out the stitches on old, barely healed wounds?

“Well you asked for this,” Steve finally replies, voice quivering minutely. “You’re the one who came to me and wanted to give this another shot. So you tell me which one of us is stupid.”

It hurts. It was supposed to. Nancy immediately feels herself deflate, like he’s sucked away all that was keeping her upright and angry.

For once, she doesn’t have an immediate response and Steve doesn’t wait for one anyway, whirling on his heel and storming back into the house.

He’s forgotten his ax. The blade gleams at her, mocking, from where it sits against the door frame.

She’s a bit shaky, and she needs a minute to collect herself before she goes back inside. Everyone in the cabin is gonna know they’ve been fighting – the walls are not soundproof – and it’s humiliating.

More humiliating is the fact that this is coming when they’ve hardly been back together two months (and when she’s barely been officially broken up with Jonathan for five). She knows what it looks like, what she looks like – bouncing back and forth between two men on a whim because she can’t manage to choose once and for all who she wants.

But it’s not like that. Her relationship with Jonathan had been dead long before she’d been able or willing to admit it, and this thing with Steve is so new and old at the same time that it’s just – it’s hard to find her footing, sometimes.

They’ve both changed so much, but now she’s realizing that there are ways they’ve stayed the same, too. And with the good always comes the bad.

Okay. Okay. She takes a deep breath, then two. She can’t stay out here forever. She has to go back inside, and hopefully they can awkwardly circle each other until they’ve cooled down enough to talk it over like the adults they almost are.

Because she’s not giving up after one (shitty) fight. Rather than make her second guess her choice, Steve’s parting shot had the reverse effect – it had clarified exactly how stupid a decision it wasn’t. She had wanted this. She still wants it.

It’s only been two months, sure, but she’s been happy, really happy (a miracle considering the world is literally ending around them).

She hopes he’s felt the same, last ten minutes notwithstanding.

Damn it. She shouldn’t have said those things to him. That one thing. Guilt is settling over her like a blanket, thicker and more noxious than even the poisonous air of the Upside Down.

Nancy’s not sorry about getting mad. If he wants her to be his girlfriend again – and she hopes he still wants her to be his girlfriend again – then he has to understand that she’s going to have an opinion on when and how he hurls his body into the line of fire.

But being mean on purpose? That one, she’s pretty sorry for. Calling him stupid hadn’t been intended to do anything but inflict damage, and she knows she owes him an apology (once the thought of talking to him again doesn’t make the confused snarl of anger and regret and affection that’s all tangled up in her chest tighten to the point of pain).

First things first, though.

Chin up, go back inside.

*****

At first, she’s grateful for how simple it is to avoid him all afternoon. The cabin is tiny, even taking into account the hastily constructed add-on that had come once the Byers realized that returning to California wasn’t an option, their house was no longer theirs and Hopper’s cabin in its original state had nowhere near enough space to house them all.

But as the unofficial headquarters for their little hodgepodge Upside Down insurgency, it’s also in a near-constant state of low-grade chaos, which is pretty easy to disappear into – or, in this case, use as a convenient excuse to avoid someone.

(That said, tension is tension, and in this case it’s so apparent that even Hopper – whose unspoken approach to any relationship that isn’t his own generally veers toward the less he knows, the better – shoots them both some pretty unimpressed looks when Steve volunteers himself and Robin, unprompted, for the second of the day’s supply runs.)

Her relief edges into anxiety, though, as they get closer and closer to nightfall and Nancy still hasn’t had a chance to get him alone or even do more than accidentally catch his eye over the sad cans of stew they scrounge up for pre-op dinner. It sits like sludge on her tongue (and based on the look on El’s face as she dutifully shovels down spoonfuls, that’s probably not just Nancy’s guilt talking).

In fact, it’s only as they’re packing up to leave that she realizes she’s probably going to have to go out of her way to corner him, because while Hopper’s come inside to say his goodbyes, Steve's nowhere to be found.

And part of her really, really wants to be petty and leave it at that. Wants to keep stewing in her resentment and let him go off alone because he was too much of a coward to spare her a fifteen-second goodbye.

But the larger, louder half of her brain won’t shut up about how she’d feel if something happened and the last thing she said to him was…that, so she sucks it up and stomps toward the door, flinging it open and –

– startling Steve so badly that he jerks back a step, eyes widening with alarm.

“Jesus, Nancy, you scared the shit outta me!” She can’t muster up more than a couple blinks in response, and he scuffs one of the dirty planks of the porch with his boot. “Look, I know I’m not, like, your favorite person right now, but I still wanted to come say, uh, see you later. You know…just because.”

Oh, he is such an asshole.

She doesn’t know how to tell him this in a way that would help him understand what she’s actually trying to communicate, so instead, she yanks him down and kisses him hard, something she hasn’t done in public much this go-around. It’s a frankly awful smash of lips and teeth, and may in fact be the worst kiss Nancy has ever given or received.

Regardless, she thinks it gets the point across.

She pulls back, mouth throbbing, and stares at him again, fingers clenched in the collar of his jacket as he stands there, stunned and swaying.

“See you later, Steve,” she says pointedly, instead of “please, come back”, or, better yet, “don’t fucking go.” He softens immediately, and inches forward.

“Nancy –”

“Later,” she interrupts firmly. “When you get back. Okay?”

Steve eyes her for several long seconds, then relents.

“Okay,” he says, then he kisses her for real this time (gently, because ow), a brief little soft–as–silk press that leaves her wanting more than she can possibly hope to have at this specific moment.

When she goes back inside (she refuses to watch them roll off into the distance like she’s some kind of war bride, she carries a gun for Christ’s sake), she pauses for a moment, debating checking for the third time since midday that her rifle is loaded and ready.

Jonathan is there, sitting tense at the two-person kitchen table, staring out into the woods as the rest of the gang helps prep El (or "helps" in some cases).

Most of the time, they’re pretty civil with each other. The breakup had basically been mutual, and she only gets a little livid mad now when she thinks about how he lied to her about Emerson. And kept lying to her. Until the only goddamn reason she found out was because – anyway.

Most of the time, if she ignores inconsequential context like that, they’re pretty civil.

“Trouble in paradise?” he says, almost inaudibly.

She takes her rifle to the living room.

****

In the end, the night and the operation are both total duds, and doesn’t that just add insult to injury?

El searches for what feels like hours, pushing herself farther and farther until her nose is bleeding thickly enough that Joyce sternly calls time on the whole exercise.

No go, is what El says afterward, wiping blood off her face. Some of it ends up smeared under one of her darkly ringed eyes, and she lets Mike fuss over her until it’s gone.

Whatever psychic plane she usually ducks into is dead silent, and in the corporeal world, there isn’t a single peep out of anything Upside Down-adjacent, as Hopper reports via walkie-talkie. No stray demodogs, not even an errant vine around what’s usually one of the most active sections of the gate.

And nothing from Max, who Lucas has taken to watching like a hawk – “just in case” – whenever they can spare him. Nancy’s not sure what’s meant to follow “just in case”, and she’s always been a tiny bit afraid of what Lucas might come back with if she asks – so she doesn’t. For once, she doesn’t need answers.

It’s eerie, and anticlimactic, and it leaves Nancy with an uneasy pit in her stomach. Under the circumstances, no news doesn’t always feel like good news.

With how the night has fizzled, she doesn’t expect much when Hopper’s group rumbles down the drive – so the jagged, ugly cut she can see arcing down the left side of Steve’s forehead from even as far off as the front window comes as a nasty shock. (Though honestly, should it?)

“What the hell happened?” she demands, running to meet them before they can even climb out of the truck. “I thought you said it was quiet.”

“It was,” Hopper confirms, killing the ignition. “Not a crawler in sight. Wanna fill the lady in on what went down, Harrington?”

The laughter is plain in his voice, and Nancy instantly relaxes. Whatever it was, it hadn’t been serious.

Steve looks downright mutinous as he crawls out of the back cab alongside Wayne. Good. See if he wants to abandon Nancy to go play Rambo after that.

“Got into it with a tree branch,” he mutters, mortified. “Tree – one, Steve – zero.” He gestures up at his forehead. “Obviously.”

The fact that Nancy manages to mostly keep a straight face should probably automatically shortlist her for inclusion into some kind of Greatest Girlfriend Ever hall of fame. As it is, Dustin, (who’s been uncharacteristically quiet all night), does the dirty work for her.

“Jesus, Steve, is there anything you can beat in a fight?”

“Excuse the shit outta me, Henderson, but did I or did I not save your ass from goddamn Russian soldiers?”

“One Russian soldier, Steve. One. And I don’t even know if it counts when you mrrflmgh –” Dustin gurgles helplessly for a few seconds behind the iron hand Nancy clamps over his mouth before eventually giving up and going silent.

“I think what Dustin is trying to say is that he’s glad everyone’s okay,” she says with as much brightness as she can muster. “Right?” she asks pointedly, releasing him. There’s a long pause, and then he sighs.

“Sure,” he says with all the enthusiasm of a dental patient undergoing a root canal. “Glad to have you all back.”

He shuffles back into the cabin, and Nancy knows that one of these days, someone’s gonna have to have a talk with him about his wild mood swings. But she doesn’t really want that someone to be her, so she’s refrained from bringing it up thus far.

“Someone’s gotta check that kid,” Steve utters almost inaudibly, agreeing with Nancy’s silent train of thought (and sounding more concerned than irritated). He’s sneaking glances in Dustin’s wake like he thinks he might be able to get away with following him.

Nancy clears her throat, ready to disabuse him of that notion.

“Some other time, Rocky,” she says, and she means it to be teasing, but it comes out too fond to be entirely successful. “Why don’t we get that cut taken care of, first?”

She holds out her hand, and he only hesitates a second before he takes it firmly in his, palm to palm.

***

They stay linked like that as she leads him all the way to the tiny half-bath at the back of the new addition, and he only lets go when she shuts them in and urges him down onto the closed toilet so she can comfortably reach his forehead.

For a few moments, he allows her to work in silence, wincing when she has to pour hydrogen peroxide over the cut (she still doesn’t know if you can actually get Upside Down rabies, but better safe than sorry with all weird dust particles floating around).

Without the dried blood crusting it, it actually looks very superficial. Nancy breathes a sigh of relief, though she’ll still layer it with some antibiotic cream to be safe.

“I guess I just…don’t get it.” Apropos of nothing, Steve chooses this moment to speak quietly, picking up the loose thread of a conversation they haven’t even started yet. “The last time we were together, you were pissed because I didn’t want to get involved. Now I’m all in, and it doesn’t seem like you like that, either.”

Nancy’s fingers freeze on the cap of Neosporin.

“Steve.” She sets the tube aside and makes an executive decision – she needs to be touching him if he’s gonna insist on talking about this here. “Before we do this, can you do me a favor, first?”

Nancy picks up his hands and haphazardly plants them on her hips before slipping her own up to cage his face. His brow furrows, but he doesn’t move an inch from where she’s arranged them. “Can you just…stop stopping yourself from touching me? I know we’re in kind of a weird place right now, but I promise you – if you want to, then there’s a pretty damn good chance I want to, too.”

The confused lines in his forehead don’t ease, but his fingers adjust and tighten around her sides until he’s holding her with surety. Surrounded by the warmth of him, the invisible string that’s been holding her shoulders taut all day loosens.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” he says slowly, eyes skimming her face like she’s this entirely new person who just happens to still look and dress like Nancy. “I – of course I’ll stop. It’s not like holding you is some kind of hardship, Nance.” He looks down. “That still doesn’t answer my question, though.”

Nancy refrains from noting that he hadn’t asked a question, he’d merely made an observation. That level of pedantry probably won’t help much in her “get Steve to touch her more” crusade.

“I know,” she says instead. “But Steve, it’s not – I don’t get mad because you get involved. I love that. I think it’s…” She can feel a dull flush start to creep up her neck. “This can never leave this room, okay, but it can – it can be very hot when you go all action hero.” The flush has extended all the way up through her cheeks. Mercifully, he doesn’t comment on it, though a faint little glimmer that she hasn’t seen all day is creeping back into his gaze.

“Right back ‘atcha, Wheeler,” he returns with a trace smile, and oh! That’s flirting. That’s a good sign. “But then…why did you…?”

“React the way I did?” He tilts his head in the slightest nod. “Because I wanted you to stay with me,” she finally admits, feeling more naked in front of him now than on the night she’d given him her virginity. “The hero thing – it’s nice and all, don’t get me wrong. And sometimes it’s necessary, but I – I don’t need that. I don’t need a hero. I just…want a partner. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Nancy…” In a blink, the amused glint is gone. In its place, he looks raw, like she’s torn him down to the studs.

There’s a lick of hair curling over his ear that she’s taken to mindlessly stroking, and it’s easier to keep staring at that than look into his eyes while she gets this off her chest.

“When we got back together,” she continues on, “you made me a promise. Remember?”

“Yeah,” he replies, and his voice is achingly soft. “I promised you we’d come out of this okay.” He turns his face into her hand, lips brushing against her palm with every tingling syllable. “I meant it.”

“Yeah, but.” Nancy chews her lip. “If I can’t convince you that you matter more than how hard you swing or how many hits you can take, if you won’t stay with me so we can work together and watch each other’s backs, I don’t see how that’s possible.”

Abruptly, Steve’s standing, nudging his way deeper into her space, and the way he can tower over her a bit, dark and solid – well, Nancy fancies herself a feminist, but not so much that she’ll pretend it doesn’t make her shiver in a good way.

“Goddammit, Nancy,” he croaks, and then he’s folding her in his arms, curling tight around her body. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I didn’t – I didn’t even realize,” he mumbles into the nook of her neck and shoulder. “Shit, I am stupid.”

“You’re not,” Nancy chokes, tightening her arms around his neck like she’d wanted to earlier. He’s still wearing his jacket, and the zipper is digging painfully into the V of her collarbone, but it barely registers. She thinks it would take a literal earthquake to dislodge her right now. “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry. You weren’t even wrong, it’s just that – sometimes it’s still really hard to talk about her.”

She doesn’t need to specify who the “her” in question is. There are definitely a few tears leaking into the leather of his collar, but no one can see them, so it’s neither here nor there.

“I get it,” he says, “but I wanna talk to you about this stuff. If – if you want to. With me. I know I wasn’t there for you before but I swear I can be that guy now.”

“I know,” she gasps, because he’s holding her so tightly that it’s hard to breathe, but if the tradeoff is losing this hot–all–over feeling of his hands on her, then it’s fine, air is overrated anyway. “You are. You are that guy. I want you, I want us. I want you to believe that.”

Their bodies are so constrained in this tiny space, but there’s something wild crackling in the air, something that raises goosebumps on her arms and makes it so that one minute she’s mouthing reassurances into his jaw, and the next, he’s tilting his chin and kissing her quiet, stealing her words with one wet, electric sweep of his tongue.

Yes. She fists his hair between her fingers, soft and a little overlong, swallowing down his helpless whine as she angles his head so she can open wider under him.

This – this is why, so far, she’s barely been able to kiss him outside of the privacy of one of their rooms.

Because every time, almost as soon as it starts, they’re set ablaze, twin infernos trying to consume each other alive. It was never like this before, so she has no roadmap for how to cope, how to process the overpowering need that has her spreading her legs to draw him closer and shoving her hands under layers of leather and cotton to get at sweaty skin.

“Steve,” she whimpers into his lips, rocking her hips up in a pale facsimile of what she truly wants (but it still feels so good). “I need…”

“I know,” he groans, sucking gently at her sensitive pulse point until she’s keening quietly and grinding harder into the rigid seam of his jeans. Everything is tight, and hot, and she thinks she might vibrate right out of her own body if she can’t get what she’s craving.

The night they got back together, they’d had every good intention of taking it slow, of getting to know each other again before jumping back into the physical.

But that had lasted about as long as it took for him to get a hand under the band of her bra, and eventually he’d ended up fucking her nice and slow behind the locked door of her childhood bedroom, trailing scorching kisses from her swollen lips to the tips of her breasts until she was shaking apart into the mattress, vision white and head empty of anything that wasn’t him – his scent, his body over hers, the quivering place where he nestled inside her.

They don’t have time for that now – they hardly ever have time for that, which probably doesn’t help quell the desperate desire – so they make do, as always, with what they can.

They make do with his hips, pushing into hers again and again in easy, dirty twists, sensation blunted between two layers of jeans but still enough to have her choking back moans, nipples pebbled hard into two pinpricks of pleasure against the stiff padding of her bra. They make do with deep, messy kisses, which also muffle the needy noises they can’t contain as their bodies strain higher and higher toward a mutual peak.

They make do with hands, scratching up his back and through his chest hair. Squeezing at her ass and guiding her movements until all Nancy has to do is hang on for dear life and enjoy the ride.

When she finally crashes over the edge, it hits out of nowhere, in flashing, pulsing waves that come hard and fast until she’s digging fists into his shoulder blades and sucking on his tongue in a frantic attempt to stay silent. He’s not far behind, and when he tears himself away from her lips to bury his head in her shoulder, she can feel more than hear the deep shudder of his groan as he trembles in her arms.

Finally, they both still, slumping back against the wall in a frazzled tangle, and reality comes seeping in one mortifying realization at a time.

“We‘re…still in Hopper’s bathroom, aren’t we?” Nancy asks faintly.

“Yup.” He pops the “p” against her skin, but doesn’t look up.

“And…we’ve been in here a really long time.” Way longer than it would take to treat that cut on his head, anyway.

“Probably.”

“My brother is out there. With his girlfriend. And his friends. Our friends.”

“He sure is.”

He sounds way more cheerful than anyone about to face down a firing squad of nosy teenagers ought to be – but then again, she’s remarkably relaxed, too.

Huh. Could it be that in the end, all they really needed was to get off?

(Probably not.)

Steve finally shoves away from the wall and adjusts his pants, grimacing.

“Okay, being honest, this might not’ve been our brightest idea,” he admits.

Nancy catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror just over his shoulder. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are bright. She looks pleased. Happy.

“Probably not, but can’t argue with results,” she teases, stepping back into his space and slipping an arm around his waist, under his jacket.

He grins down at her, and he looks like such a man – handsome, and kind, and hers – that her heart skips.

They’re not kids anymore, playacting at some great love that, in the end, was mostly smoke and mirrors. If they make it out of this, like he’s promised they will, they’ll be – they’ll be basically grown ups.

This time, it’s real. Maybe even for keeps.

That should freak her out, but it doesn’t.

He presses his smile to her forehead, chaste and sweet, and slings an arm around her neck.

“Who am I to argue with the beautiful Nancy Wheeler?” he says with more than a bit of irony, and she laughs, because she wants to and he wants her to. “Ready to face the music?”

“Together?” Nancy doesn’t shield the hope in her voice. He dips his forehead to rest against hers, nudges their noses together.

“Wild demodogs couldn’t drag me away,” he says softly, sincerely, and the warm, secret feeling in Nancy’s chest – the one she’s been carrying around for months, waiting until she’s absolutely sure she has a name for it – balloons outward.

Soon, it’ll be too big for her body alone to bear. One day, it will demand to be shared, and she’ll give it freely and joyfully.

Not yet, but soon.

“Come on, then,” she says.

She tugs him forward, and he follows.

***

(normalize panicking and giving an established character an extensive home reno complete with plumbing work smack dab in the middle of an apocalypse simply because you realized that the house's canon layout was not conducive to the main pairing getting it on as you had originally written.)

#stancy #stancy fic #anon reply #prompt fill #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #my stuff #plot? never heard of her #world building? we hate it #finally writing steve and nancy Together again? chef's kiss

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Okay thanks and sincerely, fuck you (affectionate). I hardly ever get genuinely pained reading something online but congradulations ig. THE ANGST. JUST 🤌🤌🤌

but wait hear me out, what if, ikik crazy, but like it turns out reader was playing the Marc Card™ and "protecting" our beloved' from either the reader themselves, or also maybe more the situation they're in (equivalent to idk, perhaps the extreme and less than uh, pleasant circumstances dear marc, steven and jake have tied to their lives. superhero shit, family trauma, anything) OR they're just as fucked up in the head and emotionally constipated and such, and is under the impression they're, again, saving the guys from "having to deal with" the reader's shit instead of using communication like a sane fucking person in a relationship. But hey, couples goals amarite 🥰

Or both. Both can be good

Happy ending or not (bittersweet too, that counts), I am in no way suggesting this is healthy and reader shouldn't be sorry and recieve forgiveness, or not. especially knowing and reading abt how much it affected the whole system. call this self indulgent af man; and please don't write, respond or keep reading if this makes you uncomfortable in any way

In hindsight, I really should have placed that warning before the ask started truly getting into it. additionally, since I'm especially off with memory today, this is all in reference to your divorce drabble/headcanons btw

Thanks 2(x) for reading this far into my ramblings, and for sharing your bomb ass writing. again, it's hard for me to feel connected with the whole y/n shebang fandoms have going on, and, despite all odds, you pulled it off

Don't know how to end these things so yayy parting thumbs up👍

Divorce Pt. 2

A/n: CRYING, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, POUNDING MY FISTS Thank you so much for this!! I am literally so excited about this!! (Also sorry for taking so long to write this, I'm a little behind on requests lol)

((I will make a part three for if reader left to protect themselves from the Moon Knight side of things so this part is if reader left due to person issues so double the content!))

Warnings: yelling, anger, talk of depression, talk of panic attacks, talks of trauma, this ain't gonna be a fun ride

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

Steven is the most calm out of Jake and Marc, but that's more like being the smartest guy on the football team

It's a really low bar to meet

Steven tries to be understanding in every situation he's in, truly

His mindset is 'you never know what someone's going through' and he takes it to heart

But this?

He finds it very hard to be understanding

He doesn't even want you here, but he let you through the front door, so it must mean something right?

After explaining in full enough detail as to why you did what you did, Steven is silent

Eerily silent

It feels like the silence in a horror movie before a monster jumps out

This is the part where I could say 'and one did, Jake starts yelling at you' but that's not what happens

Steven starts yelling at you

He starts yelling at you in a way you've only ever seen Marc or Jake do

And it was never directed at you before

It scares you

Steven is so irate, he doesn't notice you shrinking in on yourself

But if he did, I don't think he'd care

Not anymore

"You led us on, you led me on, for years! You made me think I deserved kindness, happiness, love, just to drop me and make me feel like I was worth nothing! I'm sorry you went through so much and I'm sorry you're still dealing with it, but Gods! That doesn't give you the right to completely toy with us and leave when you feel trapped! You're supposed to talk to us about it! Or at least text me if you didn't want to say anything!"

"We could've worked it out. We could've... We were married. That means you at least cared about us a little, right?"

Steven's anger eventually dies and fades into depression and heartbreak

At this moment he wishes you never showed up, never tried to fix anything

He was content with walking through life, blaming himself and thinking you were an angel that got stuck with an annoying gremlin

Cause how could you do any wrong?

Steven asks you to leave, barely above a whisper

If you don't move, he will

He'll lock himself in his room until you do

You may have thought you were helping, that you were easing his confusion and pain

You were wrong

All you did was set in motion another depressive episode and make Steven feel like the worst husband

He thinks, just for a second, that he must've been so terrible at comforting you and letting you know that he was there for you

And a second is all it takes for Steven to believe it

Marc

He starts laughing

Like, maniacal laughing

"You think you can just walk in here and give me some sorry ass excuse?"

"You married us, knowing you couldn't handle it, you married us! You stood at the alter, said vows you took the time to write, said yes after having the chance of leaving, and waited months after to say you didn't want this anymore?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Unlike Steven, Marc's rage doesn't settle into depression

It sits and festers until the moment you leave

He doesn't turn violent like Jake, but he looks seconds away from destroying the apartment

Even if you manage to explain further through Marc's yelling, it doesn't register that you were in pain or suffering

It doesn't even register that your slinking away in fear at the growing redness of Marc's face

"Why'd you even come here?! To make shit worse?!"

"Of course not! I thought-"

"You've already practically killed Steven! Did you come back to finish us off?"

"No! I was trying to-"

"I can't believe I trusted you! I-"

Marc cuts himself off, digging his palms into his eyes and sniffling

He's crying

Whether in anger, frustration, sadness, or all three, it doesn't matter

He's breaking down right in front of you and you know he must truly be broken to show such vulnerability in front of someone he hates

He yells at you to leave, to leave and never come back

Don't look at him, don't breathe next to him, don't even think about him

And don't ever, ever, try to call Steven

Marc will not hesitate to visit you in his suit

That's a lie, he'd never do that

Even now, after all the pain you caused him, he could never hurt you

Once you finally leave with Marc in tears, he finally falls to the floor and cries

He cries for hours and hours, unable to move or stop

He yells into his hands in agony and frustration

Why did nothing go right for him?

Was he cursed?

Doomed to never have a happy ending?

Your visit didn't help anyone or anything

You should've stayed home

Jake

Absolutely furious

Nothing can calm him down, Steven and Marc have no chance of forcing him into the head space if they tried (though it's not like they want to)

He doesn't let you in, but he walks around the apartment, yelling at you

No, not yelling

Screaming

He can't step back and think about your explanation, what is means and how it ties into your relationship

Lord help his neighbors because he will definitely throw something

Not at you, never at you

He may think he's a monster, willing to cross almost any line to fulfill his mission, but hurting you is one of the few strict lines he will never cross

He will throw things around you, slamming a lamp into the wall, throwing glass onto the floor

And while he is enraged, he's not blind

He sees his effect on you, how scared you look at him

And he thinks 'finally. finally I see how you really feel about me'

Tears remain in his eyes, not willing to fall and give you the satisfaction

He continues yelling and throwing things, hoping to scare you away

And it works

And when he's finally alone, he dissolves into sobs

He doesn't care who might walk past the open door and see him

He just cries and cries

He can't maintain the energy of being mad as much as he wants to

He may be able to do that in front of Steven and Marc, but the second he saw your face

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your neck and hold you

Apologize for his wrong doings and pray you would at least talk to him

But seeing how Steven and Marc dealt with your absence

And seeing how much you managed to wiggle into his heart before destroying it

He couldn't allow his feelings to control his mind

His top priority has always been, and will continue to be Steven and Marc

And he's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure they're safe

They're happy

And you took away their happiness

You will never be allowed in their apartment again, let alone their hearts

Jake will make sure of it

You will regret visiting

One day, everything is going to come full circle

And Jake isn't afraid of the man he might become to get the closure his brothers deserve

(beta reader note : ouchie two electric boogaloo.)

#starlight writes #marc spector x reader #marc spector #marc spector x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight system #moon knight #marvel #angst

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 4 months

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seasonal colds

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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Summary : you had a date but your body got other plans, your next door neighbor misses your sweet greetings

Word Count : not that long

Warnings : 18+ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Eddie kinda sneaked into reader's home but not in a creep way, I don't know how to put this but reader and Eddie are friends but not that close?, establishing a relationship, reader is really unwell (it's literally me on this fic lol- I'm sorry)

What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, set in the 80's, mostly, this is all fluffy goodness

Note To Reader : projecting myself here, please, let me have my indulgence 😭

Author Note : This year's Christmas season is interesting because, I got sick so bad that I had a fever, so, yeah, no worries- now, because after that atrocious event- THIS FIC IS BORN 🤩

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY, HERE'S SOME FLUFFY FIC JUST FOR YOU 🎄💓

"That's odd, Where is she?"

"What'd you say?" Dustin spoke over the phone's receiver

"Uh, it's- Y/N- I didn't saw her earlier and now- the sun's getting low still haven't seen her yet"

Eddie replies as he looks over at his window as he rest his back on the wall while holding the telephone

"Why don't you knock at her door to see her if she's okay?" Dustin suggests

"Dude, we're not that close"

"I mean- there's nothing wrong with checking- like come on- it's normal to care" Dustin scoffs

Eddie can picture his young friend rolling his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I get it" he sighs

"She looked fine yesterday, I even helped to carry some of her stuff that she bought"

"From what I know is that she has a date"

"Well....maybe that's the reason why she isn't showing up, she got exhausted"

"Really? Exhausted from a date?"

"I'm just helping you out here, man"

"I'm a little worried- that's all"

"Look, if you really want to know of how she's been doing then just get out of there and see it for yourself"

Eddie went silence for a bit as he listens to his friend

"I know you, Eddie- you're like the epitome of endless worrying"

Dustin's right, like Eddie himself couldn't believe that he would agree on the kid

You're the best neighbor that he had on the building

If you had food, you will gladly offer him some, you always acknowledge him with the fullest and loving smiles ever

You even asked him everytime on how he's day went, Eddie can see the tiredness in your eyes but yet you still managed to be kind and thoughtful

Eddie on the other hand, after finding out that you had a date

He can't help but wonder

How it went?

Was it amazing?

Did you really go to that date?

"She left me a spare key to feed her cat, if she's going away for a couple of months"

"Use it"

"Isn't that like- trespassing?"

"But you knew each other"

"We don't knew each other that much, Henderson"

"Listen to me"

"I'm listening-"

"What if something else happened to her? Inside of her home?- What if she couldn't even bring help herself?"

"Woah, okay- you convince me enough"

Dustin chuckles "Okay, dude, take care"

"You too, bye"

He runs his hands through his face as he thinks his decision carefully

He groans as he picks up his jacket and grab your spare key

He went outside of his room and stop by at your door for a moment

He replays of what he just rehearsed inside of his head

"I'm only going to check on Y/N because it's so weird not seeing her often- I'm just making sure- that is all"

He nods to himself as he unlocks your door

"Hello? Y/N?"

He opens the door and when you didn't answer, he says

"Are you here? Are you home? I'm gonna bring myself inside"

He asks again "Where are you? Y/N? I just wanted to check you- if you're okay"

He closes the door as he puts your spare key on his pocket

He searches the whole place, your dishes are still in the sink, there a bit of trash in the dining table

He is now intrigued at the atmosphere of your home

He walks forward as he looks for you

He saw your bedroom door slightly open

He hesitates for a second, since it's your personal room

He shakes his head as he saw you there laying on your bed, he sighs of relief but you look different

You always looked effortless but something is off about you

He doesn't know if you're awake or just dozing off

He calls out your name again

He clears his throat "Y/N?"

You stirred and by the time you tried to move your body, your face grimaced

He noticed that "You okay?"

You finally started to open your eyes slowly

Your eyes are droopy and your forehead scrunches up

He doesn't even know what it means, is it because of annoyance or in pain?

You're still processing of what's going on

You just groaned and started shivering as you pulled the sheets on you quickly

"I feel cold" your voice is hoarsed

He gasped, his eyes goes wide, he finally realizes that you're sick

So, you didn't go on to that date

A part of him is relieved that you didn't come which is so wrong of him to feel that way because it's literally none of his business like yeah, you could do whatever you want but he hopes that he'll be the one or the first to take you out someday

He runs towards to you, he places his hand on your forehead

"You're burning up!"

You grunted when you complain about your joints hurting and you feel your whole body is on fire like it won't stop being in pain

Now, your ears are ringing and pounding in discomfort

You still haven't looked or even acknowledge the person that is in your room

Your fever is so high that you can't even get out of the bed easily

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you sniffle

Eddie knows what to do

He knows how to deal with this

"I'm gonna help you, Y/N, don't worry" he places his hand on top of yours as he let it linger for a while

He went at the nearest pharmacy and picked-up goodies in the convenience store

He's back at your place as he prepares a basin filled with water and a clean towel as he places the damp cloth on your forehead

He's so concentrated to making sure your fever won't go far enough as it was before, so, he keeps running the other damp cloth to your arms and neck all the important parts to make your fever go down

He shook his head in displeased look earlier when he check your temperature using the thermometer

He puts a cool fever on your forehead

In the middle of the night, sometimes, you sob in agony

"Make it stop, please- I don't want to feel this anymore"

"It's alright, Y/N, you're okay, I got you"

Eddie couldn't sleep properly knowing of how awfully you must've been feel all this time

You're still feel cold even you have loads of blanket that he lays on you

He finds your comforter and he immediately puts it on you

He smiles to himself a little when you get comfortable with your sickening situation

He even panicked when you're not responding, the time you get passed out

You just couldn't take it anymore

You swore to yourself that you really did blackout for a minute

When you moved a little bit, he muttered "oh- thank god"

He's shaking in fear that he thought he lost you

"You gotta fight it, Y/N- you have to"

You still haven't eaten anything yet besides only drinking water, not that you didn't want to- it's just- you're too afraid to eat anything without being specific on what meal because-

You might vomit of how worse you feel right now

Thankfully, you told him to order creamy chicken macaroni soup and burger with fries

He calls for delivery as soon as possible

and nope- you still have no idea of who's taking care of you

He joins you while eating very late dinner

"How you're feeling?"

Your body is in hell- you don't have to energy to even talk

"There's no improvements but finally I can eat"

He gives you a small smile on that as he continues to finish his food

After that you complained of how your head hurts and your chest clenches too much

Out of all the fatigue that you felt for the past couple of years before?

This is literally the worst of them than the New Year's 2022 sickness that you got

Your body literally saying "FUCK YOU"

You can tell the incoming migraine is coming right at your skull to hammer it aggressively

He's been staying here for the whole night, it's his first night at your room

Eddie is sitting right beside you for the first time tonight, he slept peacefully

You unintentionally hold onto his forearm that made him woke up from his slumber, his eyes went to concern automatically as he watches you

"everything it hurts, somebody help me" you cried out as you kept your hold on him

"I know, Y/N- it will be all over soon" he wraps his arms around you

He runs his fingers through your hair as he lulled you to sleep

He woke up and he took a mental note to change your clothes

He goes into your dresser, he picked an easy but comfortable pieces of clothing

"Y/N?"

You hum in response

"You need to change your clothes"

Your face turn crumpled and you let out a whine when you sit up

He gave you the clothes that he picked out for you, he said that he'll be back

Once, you get dressed and check yourself in the bathroom

You look fucking bad, you roll your eyes to yourself

He's back with a glass of water and a medicine on hand

"You have to drink this now, you'll be good since you've already eaten" he murmurs as he hands you the water

You nod in response as you drink the capsules

You went back to bed as you settle your comfortable

You're still struggle to make a decent sleep since you really just can't do it because of how everything feels sucks right now

The medicine and the cool wind from outside helped you to feel drowsy

You can feel your eyes closing on its own as you finally getting a good night's sleep

You woke up drenched in your own sweat and you feel a lot more better than before

But, still there's more ache left but it's more good than not having any progress of healing

The sound of the soft snores from another person caught your attention

You looked around and there you saw him sleeping in your couch with a blanket that is too short for him

Your mind finally registered the things that he has done for you

The basin, the damp towels, the wrappers from the food delivery, the glass and the medicine, everything

Despite, there's still pain left that you're feeling right now, you smile at Eddie

You watch him as you can feel yourself feeling sleepy again

"It's a Wonderful Life!" playing in your television as Eddie watches with a popcorn bowl on his hand

Eddie can hear the rustles from your comforter as saw your eyes fluttering open

"Oh, hey, Y/N! Did you sleep well?"

"Hi, Eddie, yeah- I did" you managed to say as your cheeks blushed

You're so embarrassed that he took care of you for a while, he really didn't have to do that

His eyes go big when he heard you say his name "You- you're okay! You just said my name!" He grins as he goes over to you assisting the pillow as you sit up

"Not really, 100% tho- I still feel like shit"

He tilts his head at you as he puts his hand on your forehead

"Yeah, you still a bit warm but I think you'll be fine sooner!" He claps both of his hands as he returns watching the film

You gasped out of nowhere as you realized something, you removed the comforter off of you as you sit on the edge of your bed

"Woah- woah you have to move easy, what's the sudden rush?" Eddie holds both of your shoulders to steady you as you stumble while standing up too fast

You click your tongue "I was supposed to attend this date, remember?"

He puts his hands inside of the pockets of his jacket "Ah, right- that one"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you groan in frustration

"Fuck, that was yesterday"

"Yuuuuuup!" Eddie says with a "pop!" at the end

You stand awkwardly in front of him as you sigh, he watches you intently

"What am I going to do? I blew it up because of me getting sick" you shake your head to yourself as you sat back down on your bed

"Well...." He sat beside you as he thinks for a few minutes

His hands itches to touch you and hold you

Before he can say anything, you spoke first

"How long I've been sick?"

"One day"

You huffed as you bring your attention back on the TV and then you turn your head back at him as he already been staring at you

"Oh- gosh- I'm sorry that's so rude of me! I just wanna say Thank you, Eddie!" You rambled

A smile grows on his lips "It's nothing really, I mean- I insist and I want to help you" he ducks his head down, he suddenly became shy on your gaze

"I just missed seeing you and not knowing what is happening to you, scared me"

"Really?" Your eyes twinkle and he flustered

"Y-Yeah" He clears his throat, trying to cover up his nervousness

"Don't beat yourself up for not going on to that date, Y/N" he says softly

Your eyes softens as you let him hold your hand

Oh- you like Eddie- that's why the universe didn't let you go on to that date

"I wanna spend my Christmas with you, Eddie"

"You do?" He says in disbelief tone, his eyes shines as he watches you get up

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate with whipped cream- it's my favorite!" You giggled with excitement radiating on your aura

You tug his hand as you went into your kitchen for two mugs

Your heart flutters of how much he cares for you while you're working on the luscious drink, it's really sweet because he knows that you're still not okay, you're still recovering

You taught him how to use the can whipped cream and you mischievously make a dot onto his nose and you laugh

You accidentally smeared the cream on the sides of your lips and Eddie made it even more worse that he exclaimed that he didn't know there's still chocolate on his fingers

Both of your laughter's died down when something in the air has changed

It's started snowing outside, you swear your heart expands three times bigger of how long he stares at you

You feel safe and sound under his presence

Why'd you haven't taken a good look on this before? Sure, he looks attractive but you never thought you could feel something for him

Eddie is ready to take the leap or else he'll miss his chance

You both looked funny having sticky and sweet contents on both of your faces

He runs his thumb on your lips as his eyes darts back at you and down to your lips

You thought stopped breathing but it's only Eddie's lips onto yours

You kissed him back, he deepens it, he pulls you close to him by holding your waist as you cup both of his cheeks

You're shocked and screaming inside

Who would've thought that the one you loved is your next-door neighbor?

You never thought that this would happen

You both pulled back with giggles as he takes you back for another sweet kiss which you gladly accept

"How does it taste?"

You ask while you watch him as he turns on the radio and "The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole" starts playing, a fond smile is sitting on your lips

He literally went down to your mouth to kiss which you laugh because he misunderstood on what you mean but you can't help but to kiss him back

"No! Not that- I mean- the hot chocolate!" You lightly push him on the chest as he chuckles, he pulled you to his side closely

"It's magical" he always exaggerates his words

You're infuriated at him

"Eddie, come on- be serious"

"It's really spectacular, Y/N" he pecks your kiss once more removing your cute little frown on your face

"You know I'm really glad that I checked on you"

"Yeah?"

"I finally got my Christmas wish come true"

You both sipped the warm beverage as you continue to watch the classic Christmas film of all time with both loving hearts and smiles

🎄✨🫶🏻

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie x fem!reader #merry christmas #christmas fic #christmas 2023 #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics #Spotify

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emsylcatac · 10 months

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They made Chat Noir a misogynistic asshole lmao who is this guy, I don't know him (lol wtf are you talking about lmao that's just not true)

None of the characters backstory is exploited nor make sense. Adrien was in school all along? He's not a model? He can stand up to his father like it's normal? Sorry but no(Yea they gave him aspine and gave him and his dad a conclusion)

WHERE IS THE TENSION NONE FOUND HERE. There's an identity reveal that couldn't fall more flat because there's no time to see the characters interact, there's no time to build some tension of sort( Identity reveal was cute and the cliffhanger was clever as hell)

The way they fall in love is just....lame and empty?? Marinette just falls for a guy in a library who asks her if she's alright. Cool. Chat Noir falls for Ladybug after she saved his sorry macho ass and there's no big moment or whatever apart from Careless Whisper playing (Again like wtf with this mysoginistic crap you actually sound like your coping with how bad the show actually is)

The themes were basics and done in the most cliché way (be yourself, not be afraid, loveeee wins etc)

(Worst part of the show is how Astruc indulges in ideas of subverting tropes and then falling flat, so Jeremy going with the classics actually made it interesting)

Marinette wants to be ladybug again because?? Of some song with Tikki??? And that's it? No big moment where she realises she has to stand in or anything. She just suddenly goes 'ok I have to do that' (ok fair)

Don't get me started on the Gabriel/Adrien reveal and their hug and all fjzjjdje anyways ( That was genuinely a good moment and made up for the shit ending of Season 5 lmao your out of your mind)

Marinette's cleverness and what makes her a hero in the series just isn't here. She's not standing out. Zag said fuck u feminism for real

(She had an arc and a conclusion to an arc and it was simple and to the point which is good for a 90 minute movie, unlike the show where we have fake feminism where marinette is always in the right and cat noir is always her lesser. )

The more you explain yourself the more I realize how bad the show is and what it could offer if Thomas wasn't around. You can shit on Zag for being rich but the dude supplied me with what I wanted and gave it to me when Thomas floundered all that build-up for nothing. You can act all uppity all you want but this just confirmed that people still coping and that this show is still any good like the movie, while those who hate the show can appreciate it for what it can be.

Well if you're just gonna salt about the show in my inbox you can leave then 👋👋👋

#ask #anon #awakening spoilers #awakening #awakening salt #ml fandom salt #& don't call me out for salting on the movie this is my blog and you came asking 🤷‍♀️

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nlghtshade · 2 years

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♡ june 2022 favorites

this month felt like a giant hug 🥺 from it being pride month, to all the birthdays and anniversaries we celebrated, and the new fests and rec lists, there was so much amazing art and fics 🥺 just so much love in this lil community of ours 💖 life is always busy and i feel like there's never enough time to indulge in fandom but every second i spend here is always such a joy 💖🥰 as always, thank you and enjoy !!

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Past Lives [1.4]

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A/N: Two stories updated in one day? Something's in the air, clearly.

Warnings: messily messy messy smut, purely indulgent and whatever lol. Mentions of the W word, self conflicting emotions

It was mid evening when they finally left the restaurant. Christmas lights were twinkling in barren trees and flashy neon signs casted bright colours across the pavement. Austin had his hood pulled up and his jacket zipped despite the kinder temperature. Jade always found it funny how Californians called this weather their winter; 52 Fahrenheit was a lovely spring day in Toronto after all. Austin couldn't help but roll his eyes every time she teased him about it.

"What're you gonna do when you go to South Carolina and it might even grace thirty degrees?" she gaped at him, "Have to pack your parka!"

He shook his head, "Yeah, yeah. Meanwhile you're over here melting in mid-July," he shot back.

"We don't have it so easy up North. Toronto gets too muggy in summer," she replied.

"And you also get ten feet of snow in winter, there's no contest --" he stopped suddenly when he spotted a grey car across the street, a hunched figure was setting up his camera in the front seat, just waiting for them to walk by. He had gotten pretty good at spotting the pap cars in the past few months: neutral colour, tinted windows, always picking the spot with renewable paid parking, "Shit,"

"What is it?" Jade asked as he pulled her aside, just out of view from the car.

"We're being watched," he pointed out the car around the corner, "I told you; they've been following me all day,"

"Yeah, because they all want their piece of the King," she joked, peeking out at the idling car. She didn't have so much of a problem being papped, but after London she was especially conscious of being caught out with Austin. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the rumour mill.

She sighed, "Damn,"

"You okay to walk past?" he asked her, "Otherwise we can double back and go the long way?"

Jade looked around at their surroundings, they were only a fifteen minute ride from her house but she didn't want to wait around for an Uber so the camera man could get his snapshots. Luckily for her, Downtown Los Angeles was a winding maze of backstreets, any of which they could slip through to go unnoticed.

"We don't have to, come on," she took his hand in hers and pulled him back in the opposite direction. Austin was curious, choosing however to trust her process as she lead him down a back lane.

Downtown was a metropolitan business area full of fortune five hundred companies and affluent restaurants, as well as a seedy skid row. While they weren't in the rougher part of downtown, the lane still had a couple stragglers hanging around, sitting to avoid the sun or rummaging through dumpsters. And the smell was vile, steam and garbage with stewing together and irritating their noses.

Austin stayed close to Jade as she seemed to have a better idea of where she was going, winding in and out of grid-locked streets and alleys. There was a little zing of excitement, as ridiculous as it sounded he felt like he was in a high-stakes show evading the enemy. She continued to keep a tight grip on his hand, looking up at him now and again to make sure he was okay. From how quiet he was being it was clear he didn't come down this way often, but Jade had become more of a pro at traveling down nooks and crannies for quick escapes.

Soon enough they came to the edge of Little Tokyo, and they looked up and down the street to assure that they were safe from prying eyes.

"I think we're in the clear," she decided.

"I take it you've done this before?" he noted as she opened the ride share app on her phone.

"Spend enough time dodging the paparazzi, you pick up a few tricks," she replied.

He smiled, "And that's how you can go around without a big security team, right?"

"Exactly!" she beamed up at him, "I can give you all my escape routes, if you want,"

"I ever tell you how cool you are?" he asked.

"What other reason would you keep me around for?" she replied.

"... I've got a few reasons..."

Needless to say, Austin indeed had a myriad of reasons...

Jade was suddenly flat on her back on the bed, Austin heavy on top of her. His hands were on her neck and he was kissing her, and no one in the entire fucking world kissed her like he did.

“Clothes,” she mumbled between kisses.

A sharp flap – that was his shirt, nicely out of the way. Austin pulled at Jade’s tank top and off it flew across the room. No bra. Her skin was warm beneath his hands and he could feel her panting.

He fell back onto her, too eager to have any energy left to expend on pants. Jade tried to reach for Austin’s belt but he was too close, his stomach pressed against her's. She laughed, “Honey, we have all night. Slow down,”

“Fine, fine,” he said, his voice sounded a little strange and trembling and this was Austin: who never lost his cool, who’d had the self-control of a fucking monk and his voice was shaking and it was because of her. Jade pulled her hand from beneath his stomach and dragged him into another kiss.

Austin’s legs slid open, knees on either side of her thighs, and he pulled at her belt, “This – this would be a lot easier if we just got up for a second,” Jade huffed.

“I know,” Austin said, but he stayed exactly where he was and so did she, because no way in hell was she letting go of him right now, “Up,” he snapped, tugging at her waistband. Jade raised her hips from the bed and Austin tugged her jeans off. It was a good thing Jade could multitask, toeing her shoes off and unbuttoning his pants at the same time.

And then finally, fucking finally, they were both naked.

It was a week since they'd last done this. It might have seemed like an eternity but right now it was nothing. Nowhere long enough to erase the familiarity of his ribcage in her palms, the movement of her hips, the taste of his mouth. He felt like he hadn’t been away for more than a day, or like he never even left the bed. Everything that wasn’t Jade against him distant and unreal.

Would she be feeling it as well? This bone-deep, perfect fiery need?

She got on top of Austin and pinned his arms to the bed. His legs fell open and she leaned down, pressed up against him. He arched up for a kiss and she pulled away at the very last moment, her lips hovering less than an inch from his.

“Tease,” Austin growled.

“Hypocrite,” she smashed her lips against his and he made a surprised noise. She let go of Austin’s arms and he put his hands on Jade’s neck, fingers digging in hard. Damn right she was feeling it too.

She crawled down, his eyes slipped shut. Nothing mattered much more than this -- Austin’s cock heavy against her tongue and the taste of his pre-come in her mouth. His hands weaved through her hair and he threw his head back, baring his throat, mouth open, needy. He never said Jade’s name, but then again he didn’t really need to; that open unguarded expression on his face said enough.

He was careful to not drive his hips into her mouth too hard as he savoured the warmth that’s wrapped around him. She teased his crown with swirling licks and preened as his jaw went slack.

“Fuck,”

His teeth clenched when Jade doubled her efforts, milking him with care, “I can’t-” his breath hitched, voice straining as he was just on the edge.

Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt him swell, staining her tongue with his musk. His sack was heavy and warm as she softly rolled his balls and felt him growl from the sensation.

And she stopped, Austin pushed at her shoulder, a silent plea for her to grant him mercy. As much as it pained him, he knew they had plenty of time. We have all night.

He got one elbow on the mattress and pushed up, rolling around. He ended up on top again but instead of going down he leaned sideways, making a dive for the bedside table.

He dropped back, lube in hand, “C'mere,” Austin latched onto Jade’s mouth and he pulled her thigh up, found her pussy.

He stroked two fingers around and around and Jade gritted her teeth, her face going tight in an attempt not to fight back. Austin stroked her side with his free hand, splaying his fingers over Jade’s too-visible ribs. Being this close meant he could feel each twitch and intake of breath and shudder going through her body and it was intoxicating.

Austin fingered her clit with his thumb and Jade moaned, loud and salacious. She hooked her free hand around his neck and pulled him down, and he could feel, taste every noise Jade made at every push of his fingers.

“That’s – ” Jade started, but Austin pushed her back down, kissed her and bit down on her lip. She moaned again, hands tightening in his hair. She had to push Austin off forcefully and he went for her neck, licking the first drops of sweat off.

“Stop teasing,” she gasped.

Austin pulled his fingers back. He grabbed Jade’s shoulder and pulled, rolling them over, ending up beneath her. Jade leaned down on her elbows and kissed him.

And then he sat up, holding her as she adjusted her sitting position and he had her in his lap. One arm was locked, holding him up as he caught his breath, the other wound around her neck, his thumb stroked at her chin. Her arms wound around his neck as his touch became gentle.

They were such a fucking sight to behold. If anybody had told them at the beginning of the year that this was where they would end up, both of them would've laughed in pure disbelief. And yet, everything about this felt so comfortable, so safe.

"You okay?" she panted.

Was he? The short answer was no, but he had needed her more than he was willing to admit, "I'm taking it all in," he answered, his voice heavy and smooth, sounding as if it was slathered in honey.

"And your shoulder?"

Still stiff, still sore, but the pain was eclipsed by the adrenaline, "I'm okay,"

She raked his back; he felt the scrape of brittle nails, and thought dimly that was good -- she trusted him. Her lips curled into a smile, reminiscent of the Cheshire grin as she brushed her nose against his.

"Good. Now fuck me,"

He pulled her down, knee slotted between her legs, lips painting across her chest and wrapping around her nipple. Biting, licking, sucking, elevating and soothing. His other hand reached up to play with her other nipple, getting it hard between his fingers, tugging and pulling at it lightly before switching sides and taking it into his mouth, sucking and leaving hickey's along her breast as he grabbed at the other one.

Jade's hips kept bumping into his, her nails scratching through his scalp and her breathing grew heavy as he slipped down, further and further. Her moans were just encouragement as his tongue dove between her legs.

Shivers raced down her spine as his hands kept her thighs open for him and he buried his face into her pussy. Her breath hitched when his lips wrapped around her clit, a sinful whine spilling from her mouth and she reached up for the headboard, pulling at the metal bars to keep her grounded.

It wasn't good enough. Austin's momentary pause was quickly relieved as he reached to grab her hand and her fingers found his hair without a second beat.

Jade wriggled and he threw his leg over hers, keeping her down. Her body was surrendering quickly -- she always had a thing for being held down -- and Austin caught her other hand, enlaced his fingers with hers and put them back on the mattress. His eyes flitted up, watching her writhe, warm and slightly sweaty and so unbelievably fucking real. He could see Jade’s face, eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in her bottom lip. God, I want to devour you...

"So go ahead," she began to laugh, coaxing him, and Austin was surprised. Shit, had he said that out loud?

He chuckled, "Sorry,"

"Why?" she caught his eye, her Bambi stare rapacious, insatiable, and he grounded his erection into the bed, a weak form of relief.

Austin couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, before he knew it he was barraging her clit again. He could never get enough of her, wondered how long he could bury himself between her legs and eat her out until they both burned out.

Jade's eyes clamped shut, her head falling back onto the pillow as her back arched, Austin lapped at her throbbing, pulsing clit with little mercy. Her moans echoed throughout her bedroom as his tongue manipulated her, all thoughts went blank and the only thing she could focus on was the carnal desire, being claimed, marked, needed.

“Fuck!” she moaned, his fingers pinched her clit and she was teetering. He knew, he always knew. Austin had grown to know her body better than anything, he knew night after night Jade could only take so much before her moans turned into pants and she was surrendering to the tension trying to regain her strength. He wanted that just as much she did, he loved to watch her going through the motions of her orgasm.

She tasted like a dream, pure ecstasy on the tip of his tongue, pushing so hard against her slit a small yelp tore itself from her throat. He growled in response, guttural and lecherous, so fucking hot.

And then he stopped.

Her frustrated sob was almost as entertaining as her pleasure, and Austin couldn't lie he revelled in the sadism of it. Jade smacked at his shoulder, much to his amusement.

"You're the worst," she huffed.

He crawled on top of her, silencing her protests with his lips, messy and blissful. Her hands went around his neck, she moaned helplessly as he rocked against her.

"Didn't you tell me to slow down?" he mocked, laughing when she thumped the back of his head.

"Yeah, but your horoscope also said you aim to please, so..." she reached down between them and took his length in her hand, squeezing and sliding over him. She couldn't bite back her smirk as he jolted, revelled as she dragged him across her slit.

'Relax sweetheart," he kissed her jaw, "I'll give you what you want," and he pushed slowly inside. Jade’s head dropped back and she tilted her hips back, taking him inside, biting hard on her tongue.

Austin pulled his hips back a little and pushed in, fucking her just like he knew she liked. Jade’s moans matched his. God, this felt – felt like more than just sex, like… he couldn’t even put it in words, how right it felt to have her this close. No fucking poetry could do this justice.

He laughed, softly.

“What?” Jade growled.

“Nothing. I'm just -- you feel amazing,”

She didn’t reply – which was an answer all of its own, of course.

Austin pushed in again, slowly. Slow meant he got to relish each and every one of Jade’s reactions, all those little noises she tried so hard to keep quiet, the shivers and jerks and her fingers curling against his skin.

And because they were so riled up, it didn’t take that much before his hard, calculated thrusts sped up. Touch, feel, pleasure, that was all that was important, Jade’s pussy squeezing around him, holding her down like he fucking owned her, consumed the air around her. Everything in her room was becoming infested with Austin.

His free hand came up to her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss, fingers digging into her cheeks. She clutched at his shoulders as his touch became rougher again, his teeth scraping briefly over her bottom lip. Her hips started rocking again, erratic, desperate, please, don’t let him stop, not now, not this time –

And he didn't.

The world felt like it skidded to a halt. Jade couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could do nothing but arch forward, fingers clutching at the sheets and his shoulder, as her orgasm ripped through her. She was only vaguely aware of Austin's grunt when he came, too lost in her own body and the sheer intense pleasure of it all.

She fell back, exhausted, shivering.

Consciousness trickled back slowly. The first thing she was aware of was the sound of heavy breathing. She opened her eyes, blinked. He was still leaning above her, sweat sticking to his brow, eyes closed. His forearms were trembling.

The tension in him released as her hands slid up his arms, soothing him, luring him into her safety. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily in the crook of her neck. He was still snug inside of her.

The interior of Jade's home was exactly what Austin had expected. Bright, sleek, pale yellow walls encompassed the living room in comfort. Mirrors on the walls opened the space and rustic wood finishings and mouldings. Above the gas fireplace sat a shadowbox holding the platinum edition of her most recent record, Words & Things. She had a large bookcase holding titles there were both notable and not so, knick knacks of cutesy ceramics and wax bust candles were peppered in.

Off in the corner of the living room was a baby grand piano, papers were sat and scattered across the top, fingerprints were smudged across the once polished black exterior. He hadn't played the piano since the Elvis set; he had spent hours a day, day after day rehearsing the ballads he'd perform on set, was so committed to bringing as much authenticity and emotion to the music as he could.

His gaze focused on the papers on the stand, Jade's chicken scratch evident in the notes she'd written, crossed out, re-written and crossed out again. Tiny words were penciled in underneath the chords, and from he could remember it was the same song she had played for him on their video call. A multitude of titles were etched and crossed out at the top of the page, nothing solid had been picked. It may have been so mundane to the naked eye, but this was Jade's process; messy and disorganized, fragments of her story that were sowed together to appeal to the greater masses. He had to commend her for that sort of bravery.

Austin couldn't help but run his fingers across the ivory keys, he pressed down and fidgeted at the sharp droll of the D note he'd hit on accident. It was then that Jade returned from the kitchen, a plate of chopped fruit in her hand. She leaned against the wall, biting back her smile as she watched him finger at the keys with timid curiosity.

He soon spotted her in the corner of his eye, drawing back from the piano and smiling sheepishly, "Oh, hey,"

"Hi," she walked toward him, glancing at her piano, "Don't be shy. You wanna' play something?"

"No, it's cool. I don't wanna' mess up what you got going on here," he gestured to her papers.

"Oh, don't worry. Believe it or not, this is way cleaner than what it was," she offered up the plate, sliced oranges and apples.

"Thanks," he took an apple slice, "That's the song you played for me, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah,"

"Is it finished?"

"Just about," she placed the plate down, staring quizzically at the piano, "I'm not even sure if I'm gonna' release it,"

"How come?"

Jade sat at the bench, sitting opposite to the keys, "I just -- it feels too personal. I'm talking about trauma and sex and I'm dissecting every little misery in my life," she tailed off in a chuckle.

He glowered, "You're scared?"

"Basically," she stared up at him, "I don't want to sound like I'm deflecting about what I did,"

Austin sat beside her, sitting in front of the keys however as he skimmed the words of her song. Even now, he could just grasp the memory of her voice filtering through his phone, picking off every hitching breath and octave change in the lyrics. He looked to Jade now, her teeth were biting into her inner lip, she was picking at the frayed threads of her shirt to keep her hands occupied.

"Can I hear it?" he asked tentatively. A bout of fret flashed through her eyes, her gaze switched from his own to the papers, "I don't mind it's not finished, if that helps or... hinders...?"

Jade shook her head, "No, no, it's cool," though on the inside she felt her stomach begin to flutter. It was ridiculous in hindsight: she had played to arenas filled with well over three thousand people, spilling her guts and bruising herself up for the show. But here, cloistered in a house that didn't quite feel like a home yet, being so close to Austin, it felt like a weight to perform had been dropped over her shoulders.

Nonetheless, she stroked the keys softly.

"Don't judge much, it's still a work in progress," she simpered meekly.

Austin smiled back, "No worries,"

The piano was a quiet delight, the melody soft but held a simmering promise, like wind whipping across fields with the promise of a violent storm ahead. Austin couldn't help but watch, listen, become hypnotized in her skillful playing, her fingers jumped from key to key so swiftly, her head bounced forward with every hard punch of a note.

"I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time I mean, look at me Look at the length of my hair, and my face, the shape of my body Do you really think I give a damn What I do after years of just hearing them talking?"

And her voice was incomparable, fluttering in resonant pitch, almost whispering as if she feared raising her voice would break the trance.

"I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter"

She paused suddenly as she came to the next verse, biting her tongue in an internal debate. Jade glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Austin was none the wiser to her skepticism; his elbow sat on the music stand, his hand cradled his chin, seemingly hyper fixed on her music.

"... Lead him up, "Come into my bedroom" Ended up, we fuck on the hotel floor It's not about havin' someone to love me anymorе This is the experiеnce of bein' an American whore"

Her playing continued, seemingly the only thing keeping Jade grounded as she tried to read Austin's face. It clicked for him near-immediately as soon as he heard the chorus, mixed feelings churned in his gut as he realized she had put him into the song. Just that part alone was too visceral, too clear and precise to be about just anyone.

Nevertheless, he was blown away equally by this caliber of music she'd written, but he was also quite taken aback. He remembered her utter fear after their first night together; the shame in being photographed in such a position, how she was more scared for him than she was for herself. Jade had such a low opinion of her own self worth and it showed. In a way, she had accepted that she was always going to be the quote-on-quote 'whore'.

Austin placed his hand over hers, bringing the music to a still. His thumb stroked over her knuckle, filtering for the right words, never truly finding the phrase that encompassed just how incredible he thought she was. Jade meanwhile was shaking -- on the inside, anyway. She cursed herself for not putting her sheets away because now Austin knew that she had been writing about him. Embarrassing? Maybe not so much. But the dazed look on his face said it all.

Her eyes flitted to the wounds on his knuckles, red, swollen, pulsating thick and quick, ready to rip open with the right action.

"Wow..." he finally spoke. Jade wasn't sure whether to let the relief wash over her or stay on her fence, ready to concede if she needed to.

"Yeah, it's okay," she reached to switch the sheets out, "Anyway, it's not finished so --"

"Was that part... about me?" he felt sheepish asking, because of course it was.

Jade inhaled sharply, looking to the ceiling as though praying for some suitable answer to bonk her on the head. So instead she settled for her good old friend, denial, "No," she shook her head.

Austin thought he might feel a little relief, but instead her answer annoyed him. She was lying, it was clear enough, and why she felt she had to lie to him was a little insulting. He didn't want to upset her at the same time, though.

"Really?" he popped a brow.

"Yeah," Jade nodded then, her gaze locking just below his eyes.

He sighed, "So... you've been sleeping with someone else?"

"What? No --" she then looked to the ceiling. She had spent too long tangling herself into her own web of bullshit, just to make herself feel better. But Austin deserved better than that, and she was exhausted.

"Okay, yeah. Fine," she shook her head in defeat, "This part's about you. T-The rest isn't," she quickly assured.

Okay, so he got his answer, but he was still a little irritated, "Why'd you lie?"

She scoffed, "Because you don't need to be dragged into my personal bullshit. Don't worry, I'll rewrite it,"

"... But... why? You don't need to," he replied, "Besides, even if you decide to release it, there's no telling that this person is actually me,"

"C'mon, Austin. You know how savvy the internet is. Shit, everyone on TikTok is a private investigator now," she replied, "You've got so much going on, I don't want this to taint your reputation,"

Austin shook his head, "Jade, if we were both in committed relationships, I get it. You don't have to protect me from anything -- including yourself,"

Her elbow fell onto the keys, releasing a squealing cacophony of random notes clashing together in a sharp burst. She jumped back and put her face in her hands, not so bashfully this time. She wasn't sure why she was making this so difficult for herself, she wasn't even sure if she was going to release the song. Austin was so logical and so reassuring, but what he'd failed to realize was the way he saw her was different from how she saw herself. How she worded her songs would go a long way; lyrics would be picked apart by critics until they wanted to trample over that border, rip open more of herself than she was willing to give with this snippet. It was hard for Jade to have things just for herself, and having Austin in her life again was something she wanted to fiercely protect. It was so much more than just sex or a feeling of being wanted, he had become her safe space all over again and if she had to lose him again, she wasn't sure she could cope.

"But that's the point. We're not dating," she finally met his eyes, shrouded in grief and defeat, "And as progressive as society has become, there's still a stigma around what we're doing,"

"You mean about the fuck-buddy thing,"

"Yes. If I was writing about having coffee with you, that's one thing,"

He cracked a smile then, "Well, according to our horoscopes, maybe we should be dating? We take the air out of a room," his coy smirk was charming, he was joking with her; but even that could only get him so far. Nevertheless, Jade tried to relax. After all, they were supposed to be having a good time with each other, she wasn't supposed to be depressing him.

If only she knew he didn't see it that way.

She simpered back, "You couldn't handle me," he couldn't decipher whether it was a joke or an empty promise, but he felt if given the chance he would challenge her on that without hesitation.

"That's your opinion," he relented, "What's it called?"

"Compatibility readings,"

"No," he chuckled, "The song. What's it called?"

"Oh," she blushed, staring keenly at her paper, "It's -- I -- mm. American Whore," she looked to him again.

It broke his heart knowing that's how she thought of herself, though he was amused by the title nonetheless, "Well, you're definitely going to have to change the title for a radio release,"

"Ugh. So boring," she groaned.

"I like it, though," he told her, "You're not a... to answer before, I don't think you're deflecting, Jade. This is your truth, after all,"

"Thanks," she took the pages and threw them atop the piano, shaking her head of whatever deprecation was knocking away to creep in. She reached for an orange slice, "Anyway. You wanna' play something?"

He was taken aback, it had been a while since he'd last played anything on the piano. His curiosity was still peaked, "Like what?"

"Whatever you want," she shrugged, "You still play, right?"

"I do," Austin simpered as he thought it over. He pressed down on a C note, testing himself, the soft drone of the key fading quickly. Jade's own fingers were still resting just below the keys, her nails scratching at the vinyl coating. The perfect song then popped into his head.

He played the G note delicately, the build up was slow but once he got going he was on a role. Jade was no expert, but she knew enough discography to recognize Suspicious Minds when she heard it, be it radio or schmaltzy piano cover. She began to laugh.

"We need to get you help," she chuckled.

He shrugged back, "You said I could play whatever I want, so..." he continued to play.

"I'm not eating those words," she muttered, shifting over so he had more room.

Jade was surprised, thinking by now Austin would probably be sick of anything Elvis related. But he embodied him so well, his playing was immaculate, only pausing here and there to ensure that he got the right key. Anyone else would be melting, killing for this experience, seeing the spirit of the King flowing through him, but to Jade he was still Austin, movie roles and manifestdestiny by damned. He was always going to be that same sweet boy who -- for some reason -- put up with her.

"Oh, let our love survive I'll dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die When honey, you know I've never lied to you"

Austin was surprised that he wasn't the one to sing first. It sounded so strange at first to hear those molten words leave Jade's lips, her pitch was delicate, soft, relaxed in a sophisticated acoustic tone, and by God he would swear he could listen to her sing all day.

"We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby"

Tentatively, he joined her.

"Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say?""

If her heart could leap out of her chest it would've, his voice was buttery smooth in conjunction with her higher tone, blending together beautifully. Hearing him sing was a one off -- she had always known how damn talented he was. However, Jade was giddy, her face flushing red and she covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh.

Austin laughed anyway, "Keep going!" he encouraged.

"I'm good," she was bashful for an entirely different reason, now.

He stopped playing, picking off how her shoulders bounced, her hair swaying softly with every move she made, the dimples poking into her cheeks at her beaming grin. And those lips of hers were so damn kissable, they had the power to draw him in and bring him to his knees if she so desired. And yet the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard came from beyond those lips, he wanted to hear her stories and her corny jokes, listen to her whims and worries about the world. And he loved when he could make her laugh because he knew by the sound of her tinker bell giggle how happy she was. How happy he could make her.

Jade had caught him staring, averted her eyes back to the keys. Austin nudged her gently with his elbow.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

If only she could put so eloquently, so simply his answer. She looked to her papers, then, "Can I put you in my song?"

He scoffed, "You already have,"

"But if I decide to release it?"

She had started switching subjects more frequently; the more he tried to pry in, the more she would clam up. It was her way of protecting herself, he supposed, and while Austin understood why she felt she had to, he wished she didn't feel that way about him.

"Yes..." he answered, "You can put me in your song. Are you sure about the title, though?"

She simpered, "You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, I just disagree with it," he replied, "You're not a..." he didn't like saying it, "You're not a whore, Jade,"

Jade gave a little smirk as she stood up, "Really? I kinda sounded like one thirty minutes ago," she teased back.

Austin rolled his eyes, "Oh, please,"

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Cuddles

Modern Oberyn Martell x F!reader

Warnings: mention of menstrual cycle, but not descriptive at all.. Just the mention of it being that time of the month and finding out. Besides that, I think this is completely cuteness.. 🤗💞😆

AN: This is completely self indulging because I think Oberyn would be such a sweetheart when his girlfriend is on her cycle.

In other words.. I'm choosing Mr handsome here as my savior since I am a damn female and don't feel good, lol.. 😆🤦‍♀️ update, I am feeling better but still drained.. Last night when I started this and most of yesterday I just wanted to crawl under a rock, lol. But better now a little. 🤗

The nickname Little Viper/Viper is all thanks to @stxrrylunatic I could not think of anything more unique, and she was to the rescue and suggested that! 💞🤗 Thank youuu alwaysss! 💞😙

I'm just yeeting this into the world, not even gonna read through it or have anyone else do so.. 😆💞

Summary: it's that time of the month.. You're boyfriend Oberyn is to the rescue to help you feel better. 💞

No reason for choosing this gif for the story... Just picked it because he's beautiful and so handsome in it... 😍💞🔥

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" oh for the love god.. Whyyyy.. " you said when you got up this morning, instantly having cramps and knowing you had started your period. When you got to the bathroom to check and do your morning routine, it was confirmed sadly..

You look to see if you have any pads. Only one left. " of course I only have one left. " you said to yourself out loud. Groaning because you don't feel like doing anything, let alone go to the store to get pads and other essentials. Since the cramps are already hitting hard..

So you get done in the bathroom. Grab pamprin out of the cabinet and head straight to the kitchen to eat something so you can take the meds.

" Oh! Of course I only have one dose left.. I swear to God I'm just gonna scream if something else irritating happens today. " you grumble to yourself while making you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, since it's easy to make so you can go cuddle up on the couch.

Right after you are done eating and about to take your meds, you hear keys jingling. Instantly knowing it's Oberyn, because he always does extra jingling so to be a goofball. You start to smile and continue cleaning up at a slow pace since the cramps are being evilllll..

" My love, I'm hereee. " he says in that sweet beautiful voice of his. Also in a goofy voice, because he's in a good mood for some reason.

As soon as he walks into the kitchen he notices something is wrong and comes right over to you and wraps his arms around you hugging you close and resting his head on your shoulder.

You instantly lean into him and hum in delight from his warmth on your tummy.

" My little viper, what is troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help? " he says while nuzzling into your neck and leaving lil kisses there.

" I started this morning and my cramps are straight from hell. So I don't feel good at all. I'm out of pads and pamprin, but I don't want to even leav- " he cuts you off and says;

" No need to say more. I will run to the store and get you them and anything else you need. Just send me a picture of both things so I can make sure I get the correct ones. " he says while turning you around in his arms and soothingly rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

" hmm that feels good. You are too good to me,my love. Thank you endlessly. " you say while giving him a kiss and cuddling into his chest.

" you're welcome my beautiful viper. Always here for you to help you in any way you need. Now, let's get you all comfy on the couch. You go set where you want, I'll go get blankets, pillows, and the heating pad for you. " he says while walking you to the couch and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

Oberyn moves effortlessly through your place and he's back by your side within a few minutes.

" ok I got all the comfy blankets, every thickness, so you have a variety in case you get cold or too hot. I got your big pillow from your room and of course your little pillow because I know it is always a comfort to have. " He says while piling everything next to you. And smiling at the last part, because he thinks it's one of the most precious things that you still have a comfort item.

" my goodness you know me too well Obee. " you say while looking at him with such adoration and love for him.

" well of course my little viper. I love you infinitely. So I of course know all the things that bring you comfort, joy.. Pleasure.. " he says while massaging your legs while he sits next you. But when he says pleasure, he squeezes your legs a little while looking at you with that devilish smirk of his and winks.

" you're such a brat, teasing me while I'm in pain. " you say with a sly smile and playfully swatting him, because you don't actually mean it.

" hmmm, but you love it. " he says while leaning over with that damn smile of his and to kiss you.

It turns into a little make out session. He has you in his lap while he is rubbing your back to sooth away your cramps. You got your arms wrapped around his neck, casually threading your fingers through his gorgeous dark hair.

" as much as I love this, I need to go get you your stuff and you need to rest my love. " he says reluctantly. But still rubbing your back and giving you little kisses all over your face and neck.

" you're right sadly.. But you better hurry up. I need cuddles.. Doctors orders. " you say with a big smile and cuddling into your blankets with your pillows and heating pad.

" Yes doctor. I will be quick. " he says as his chuckles at you calling yourself a doctor. But he loves how goofy and sweet you are.

One last kiss and he's off to the store. You doze off for most of the time he's gone. But wake up as soon as you hear the keys. Definitely your sixth sense, hearing those damn keys.

He puts everything away swiftly. Brings your pamprin, your favorite Gatorade, essential sweets and other snacks, and a bouquet of gorgeous mustard yellow flowers. ( all kinds of flowers, not just one kind)

" awwww, baby, you didn't have to get me flowers. I absolutely adore them, but you didn't have to. " you say with such a beautiful sunshine smile while smelling and admiring them.

" I did, because you deserve them and that reaction is why I got them, wanted to see that gorgeous sunshine smile of yours, my little viper. " he says with a smile of love and adoration for you while leaning down to kiss your forehead, then taking them to put them in water.

" do you want them in the kitchen or in the living room so you can see them? " he asks.

" hmmm, in here so I can see their beauty and have you and your beautifulness next to me. " you say while getting your snacks open.

Oberyn laughs as he's walking back into the living room because you're too adorable and he knew you'd want them in there. Because the color is your favorite.

" ok now get over here please. I am in dire need of cuddles and warmth from you my love. " you say while doing grabby hands at him.

" your wish is my command my lovely beautiful little viper. " he says while walking over to you, getting all cozy next to you.

You instantly cuddle into his side and let out a hum of comfort. " always so warm and perfect. " you say softly as you rest your head on his chest.

After he has wrapped you two up in blankets and started the movie you picked out, he wraps his arms around you and caressing your side occasionally, but mainly has his arm around your wast. Because he knows the warmth helps the cramps die down.

You fall asleep before the movie title even rolls onto the screen. He is the only person that you fall asleep so quickly around. Always feels the most safe around him. He cuddles even closer to you so he can get comfy too and falls asleep soon after you.

The end. 💞

I hope you liked my little get away, lol. 😆💞

I almost forgot to throw in a mention of his mustard yellow. 🙈😮 So I decided to do the flowers, idk if there are ones out their that resemble that shade of yellow.. But if there isnt.. We are pretending there is in this story.. 😆😆

No pressure in reading this tags:

@stxrrylunatic @supernaturalgirl20 @heythere-mel @prolix-yuy

If you would like to be added to the list for future Oberyn stories or in general, just shoot me an ask or dm and I'll add ya. 💞 and if you would like to be removed, same thing. 💞😊

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threebooksoneplot · 2 months

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ok so this is a hypothetical scenario bc i listen to a buncha pods about books and sometimes the podcasters have Bad Takes and will b like "i think people generally think [insert bad take]" and i always want to scream and reach out to them like: no. respectfully, i luv ur pod, but shut up ur wrong, or at least to be like: if ur gonna insist on having this take at least acknowledge that there are also other takes out there pls n thanks (yall do this its gr8 im here for it!) anyway i was wondering if someone said something to that effect to you would you be like: ok noted thanks for the feedback ... or would you be like: anyway ur wrong actually bye what would ur response to this incredibly vague hypothetical scenario be?? im curious! thanks for indulging me/my curiosity lol ... ok thats all bye

I mean, I (G) feel like we've definitely done both of those things at different times! kinda depends on the take. like, does the phrase "it's not that deep" apply? then we're probably gonna go for a jokey "you're wrong" Response B. In fact, I'd say 90% of the time when we go for Response B we are joking (James did nothing wrong and Victoria should get to kill Bella as a treat.)

but in general we tryyyyyy to leave room for nuance and point out where we ourselves are biased? you guys are the best judge of whether or not we succeed at that, lol. personally I think the key is just doing what you said above, and acknowledging other takes exist. our experiences are not universal! we try to keep our finger on the pulse (haha vampire jokes) of what other fans are saying even as we acknowledge that "other fans" is a HUGE and diverse category that includes everyone from Cheryl in the Bite Me Edward facebook group who's been writing edbella fic on ff.net since 2009 to Emersyn on tiktok who saw Twilight for the first time last year to Princess Weekes, who just released a new video essay on how not all critiques of the series are bad faith vitriol.

it's also why we have guests! shannon and I are in such close agreement on most things that we knew from the start we wanted to introduce more diversity of opinions, lol.

we ourselves definitely have opinions of the reactionary "we've heard this take we disagree with one too many times online and now we can't help but rip it to shreds when it comes up" variety (stan renee for clear skin) but consider this our re-upped commitment to pointing out to the audience whenever that's the case. we know some of you guys probably like, touch grass and may not be aware of the niche online twilight discourse that poisons our brains 24/7

overall, New Moon has been a great place to build up our "acknowledge that other takes exist" muscles! it feels like every 5 pages we were both stopping to be like "well I don't find this compelling, but I can see why someone else...might...like this." it's definitely opened up my perspective to reread the books after years of being in fandom and being exposed to so many opinions.

so, yeah: it's a boring answer, but our response to the hypothetical situation would depend on the hypothetical take. we hope (and continue to work) to always leave room in our Serious discussions for other points of view!!

#asks #orri0nn

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Tangaze Fic - 'ROAD TRIP!'

Tangle x Blaze fic! a bit self-indulgent bc i love road trips, Tangle and Blaze go on a road trip around the world! Not living up to my url on this one, lol.

PART 1 - To New Adventures and New Friendships!

Over at the quaint location of Spiral Hill village, Tangle was waiting for a very special arrival- in hopes of going on a road trip, of sorts. She sits on a bench next to a large caravan, painted white with a purple stripe, kicking her legs happily as she waits.- an absolutely ecstatic expression on her face. The caravan was relatively large, having enough room for 2 or three people to live in it somewhat comfortably. As Tangle waited, she watched the grass- and watched as it began to fly as the wind brushes it away- a strong force appearing somewhere in the village. Ahead of her, Tangle sees a bright, flaming portal with a well-dressed, royal friend of hers leaving it. Tangle looked on in awe and glee, waving towards Blaze and yelling "She's here!" as the portal closes in a split second, a snap sound echoing through the village as the grass ceases to shake, Blaze walking over to Tangle and the caravan.

"So," Blaze began to speak, shyly smiling at Tangle, who was visibly overjoyed. "What's this 'road trip' you were telling me about?" Tangle almost leaps into the air as Blaze finishes her sentence- launching herself off the bench with her tail and standing infront of Blaze. "Ohhh- you're gonna LOVE it! It's so cool!- Right, so, there was this caravan for sale- superrr cheap aswell! And, impulsive ol' me decided- HEY! Y'know what I can do with a caravan!? Go on a ROAD TRIP with my friends! Then, after buying it- I realized there was only room for two people- So, I picked you! And, I thought, that maybe, if you're up for it- I know I am!- we could go on a road trip together!" Tangle yelled, almost squealing as she makes various hands gestures whilst she talks to Blaze, who listens patiently with a smile. Eventually, once Tangle finishes her explanation- Blaze replies,

"Sure. That'd be great, Tangle." She says, Tangle shaking excited beyond belief, before shouting "YES! This is gonna be soooo cool!" and opening the caravan door, gesturing for Blaze to enter. Blaze giggled and walked in, looking at the caravan's interior. Tangle walked in behind her, raising her arms into the air and yelling "TA-DA! All we need for an awesome road-trip!", "It's got a mini-fridge, a sofa which unfolds into a bed, ANOTHER bed next to the open kitchen, you can even raise the roof and use a little ladder to climb on top of the caravan! It's SO FREAKING COOL!" Tangle continues, unfolding the sofa into a large bed and joyfully leaping onto it. "THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" Tangle says, squealing, Blaze not as excited as her- but happy that she's happy. "OH WAIT- I forgot something!" Tangle said as she reached underneath the sofa bed, dragging a trans pride flag from underneath it. "I got a little pride flag to put above my bed! Pretty cool, right?" Tangle speaks, having calmed down slightly now- hanging the flag above the sofa bed, climbing off the bed and folding it back into a sofa, then staring at the flag. Blaze walked over to her happily, placing a hand on her should.

"Yeah- it's pretty cool." She said, staring at the flag with Tangle before heading over to the driver's seat, and taking a map from the glove compartment and holding it infront of her as she sits in the driver's seat. "So, where are we going? All around green hills, or exploring some other places aswell?" Blaze asked, resting her arm on the seat as she looked backwards at Tangle from the seat. "Oh, right- Yeah, that's pretty important!" Tangle said as she ran over to Blaze, looking at the map as she leans again her. "Hmm…Well, why don't we just explore anywhere? We can go everywhere on the map 'til we get bored!" Tangle yelled excitedly, Blaze blushing as Tangle leans against her- a likely scenario being that Tangle did not realize that she's leaning against Blaze, having been trying to read the map. "That sounds good." Blaze replied as Tangle lept back over to the sofa, filled with excitement and joy. "Should we get going, then? I took some driving lessons before- I think I've got a pretty good grasp of how to drive this thing." Blaze continued as Tangle lept around the caravan before finally hearing Blaze's question-

"YES! That'd be so sweet! Let's just drive around first, maybe we could play some sports over in green hills- I've got some archery gear from back when we went to the olympics!" Tangle replied, waving her hands around happily. "Okay, sure- Wonder if I've still got the enough skill to shoot, though. I might be a little rusty." Blaze spoke, taking the keys from the glove compartment and starting the caravan. "WOO-HOO!" Tangle yelled as the caravan started up,

"ROAD TRIP!" She continued, the caravan driving over towards green hills. Tangle stood at the caravan windows, watching the sights as the caravan drove past Spiral Hill- she'd seen nearly all of them before, but watching them from a caravan with Blaze? That was a brand new experience, and it made the sights a million times better than they were before just knowing Blaze is there to see them with her. Sooner than later, the sun was beginning to set and they had just arrived at a nice clearing in green hills.

"THIS IS GONNA BE SO COOL!" Tangle yelled as Blaze parked the caravan, Tangle opening the door and jumping out just before she parked it, flying and falling flat on her face. Blaze left the caravan soon after, walking over to Tangle and giggling slightly. "You okay?" Blaze asked, smiling and holding out her hand. Tangle gaze her a thumbs up, saying in a muffled tone, "'m okay." before grabbing Blaze's hand, Blaze helping her up- however, they both froze for a moment as Tangle stood on one knee. They stared into eachother's eyes, seeing more stars than they've ever seen before in eachother's eyes- it was like seeing a wonderful galaxy- more beautiful than any sight they could ever see on the road trip. The two blushed, before realizing the awkward situation and silence- Blaze then lifting Tangle up fully as they both stopped looking at eachother. "Okay- ARCHERY TIME!" Tangle yelled, running into the caravan and grabbing a cardboard box filled with a target, two bows, and 4 arrows. Blaze gazed at her lovingly as Tangle excitedly ran back out of the caravan with the equipment,- before Tangle threw a bow and 2 arrows at Blaze, forcing her to snap out of it as she caught them. Tangle happily set up the target, then walking back over to Blaze with it set up.

"Ohhhhh, I love this! Being here with you, exploring the world, being here with you- IT'S ALL SO FUN!" Tangle continued, Blaze chuckling in response. "Okay," Blaze spoke. "Let's get shooting then." She continued with a smile on her face, Tangle nodding and drawing back her bow. Blaze readied hers aswell, but was too distracted- she was gazing at Tangle as she fired her arrow, Tangle hitting a 6 before turning to Blaze and speaking, which snapped her out of it again- "Wooh!- 6, not bad! What'd you get, Blaze?" Tangle asked happily. Blaze then turned to the target, realizing she had fired her arrow just after Tangle turned towards her- the arrow had hit an 8, out of sheer luck. "Oh- Uhm, Tangle- yeah, an 8!" Blaze said, embarrassed. "Aw, sweet! Guess you're not that rusty after all!" Tangle replied jokingly, excited as she raised a fist into the air and jumped, before readying her second arrow. They continued firing until the sun began to set- when, Tangle then left her bow and arrows onto the ground, Blaze doing the same. Tangle sat on the grass and watched the beautiful sunset, Blaze walked over to sit next to her. Tangle was utterly invested in the sunset- it was like nothing could break her gaze.

"Tangle? The sunsets really pretty today." Blaze spoke, sitting next to Tangle, gazing off into the sunset with her.

Tangle, without thinking, replied, "Yeah, but not as beautiful as you." in a completely sincere and calm tone, without realizing what she said. Blaze's face turned red, blushing at Tangle's remark- Tangle barely noticed she said it until she finally turned away from the sunset, turning towards Blaze- her face instantly turning as flushed as Blaze's. "Oh- Uhm- Sorry, I mean- Uh. You're very pretty?" Tangle said, trying to muster a save- Blaze turned towards her then, and replied,

"No- no, it's fine. That was…very nice of you to say. I like you, Tangle." Blaze replied awkwardly, smiling before heading off into the caravan, Tangle only blushing further and sitting completely still, shocked.

"Anyway, it's getting dark. Let's get some rest." Blaze continued, entering the caravan and falling onto one of the beds. "Night, Tangle." Tangle then quickly got up, speaking, "YES- Right, sleep!" and running off into the caravan, unfolding the sofa bed and closing the caravan door. She turned off the lights, and collapsed into her sofa bed.

The two fell asleep soon after, Tangle staying up slightly longer than Blaze, thinking about what she said to her- and Blaze's reply, at that. "She liked me. Did- did she mean it in a like-like way, or a like way- or a friendship way??" Tangle asked herself as Blaze was asleep, herself falling asleep soon after. The road trip had just begun- and it was already amazing.

PART 2 - Tails, Is That Napalm?!

The next morning, Tangle rubbed her eyes as she crawled out of the sofa bed. She yawned, stretching her arms and folding away the bed.

"Blaze? Are you-" Tangle began to speak, before the realization of what happened last night struck her. The memory of it had left her speechless, for a moment. As she stood speechless, Blaze began to wake; getting up from the second bed. "Morning, Tangle." Blaze said as she got up from her bed, walking over to the kitchen and sorting through the cupboards in the middle of conversation,

"Breakfast?" Blaze asked calmly, still searching through the cupboards, having now gathered a menagerie of spices and foods, likely for an intricate breakfast. Tangle, shaking her head and snapping herself out of her speechless state, replied in a cheerful voice,

"Sure! I've got some poptarts around here somewhere-" Spoke Tangle as she leaped over to the kitchen, launching herself with her tail.

She then began to search through the cupboards as Blaze looked on with a perplexed and then somewhat horrified expression as Tangle began to grab both ketchup and strawberry poptarts from the cupboards. "Tangle, you're surely not-" Blaze asked, in a joking tone trying to catch Tangle's attention and halt her 'breakfast'-making, but ultimately failed as Tangle already began pouring ketchup onto cold poptarts, then placing them into the only toaster on the caravan, ketchup covering it as she forced the poptarts in.

"What were you gonna say, Blaze?" Tangle said with a gleeful face, excited for the adventures ahead of them, and unbothered by the horror Blaze had just witnessed. The only comfort Blaze had in this situation was Tangle's bright, starry eyes full of happiness.- which brought her a small amount of joy in this mortifying endeavor.

"Tangle, are you- you do realize that's ketchup?" Blaze asked, the most puzzled expression on her face. Tangle raised an eyebrow and stared on with confusion.

"Yes?…I- I don't entirely get what you mean by that? I know it's ketchup. Otherwise, why would I use it??" Tangle replies, gesturing towards the toaster.

"Tangle. I mean this in the nicest way possible." Blaze says as she walks to Tangle, placing her hands on her shoulders. Tangle blushes slightly, utterly perplexed, looking up at Blaze.

"Poptarts are not a normal thing to put ketchup on. That's going to destroy the toaster." Blaze spoke to her in a stern, yet concerned voice as Tangle barely listened to a word of what she said- staring at her golden, shining eyes in awe until Blaze repeats herself.

"Tangle?" Blaze asks, Tangle having been unresponsive. Suddenly, Tangle snaps out of it once again.

"Oh- UH- YEAH! RIGHT! You're completely right!" Tangle says nervously, wiping her forehead as she quickly, and impulsively, turns off the toaster, taking the poptarts from it and throwing them into the garbage. She hadn't quiet thought through her actions then, and it took her a moment to realize what she had just done, taking a deep breath and sighing in relief.

Blaze laughed slightly, before speaking, "Tangle, wait- Let's stop for a second." to help calm Tangle, who was clearly acting on her the first thought to come to her mind. "Yeah- you're right. Let's stop." Tangle said, seemingly exhausted as she sat down on the sofa in silence.

Only a short amount of time passed before the silence got uncomfortable, and was soon interrupted by a crackling sound from outside the caravan.

"What was that?" Tangle asked excitedly- a way out of the awkward situation and a new encounter right ahead of her.

Blaze turned to the caravan door and stared through the window, speaking

"I'm not su-…" She was completely silent afterwards. Tangle began to look worried, walking over to Blaze.

"Blaze- you alri…" Tangle said, then becoming wide eyed and even more excited. Outside their caravan, was a sparking flame that Tangle was interest in the moment she saw it- it had piqued her interest, and she didn't seem to notice that Tails was trying to make napalm next to it. Blaze, having realized this, was heavily concerned for both Tangle and Tails, Tangle walking out the caravan soon after.

"Tails! Buddy, you gotta come check this out- there's this fire, right- Wait…" Tangle spoke as her excitement nearly overtook her sight, taking a second to realize that Tails was the one starting the fire.

"Ohh. You started it!" Tangle yelled joyfully, pointing at Tails who was clearly nervous and sweating, attempting to hide the napalm he was making.

"M-Made what?" Tails replied anxiously, sweat running down his forehead as he laughs, trying to cover up the situation.

Blaze, however, walked out not long after Tangle. She stood next to her, raising an eyebrow at Tails with a worried gaze.

"…Tails, why are you making this outside our caravan?" Blaze asked as she stared at Tails.

"Wait- this is your caravan? I'm so sorry, I was just- you see- Making this stuff for one of my trips- and I usually go somewhere desolate and quiet- but, obviously, you're all here- and-" Tails began to ramble, desperately trying to cover up his crimes.

"…..I'M GONNA GO NOW!" Tails yelled as he picked up his supplies and creations, running off with them in hand.

"Huh. Sonic did say something about Tails going on his own adventure sometime soon. Maybe he's just preparing for that?" Tangle asked as she turned back towards Blaze. They stare at eachother for a moment, before both, without saying a word, come to the agreement that they probably should just assume it was for that adventure.

"Why were you so interested in that fire, though?" Blaze asked with a laugh, trying to divert attention from what had recently happened. Tangle then replied,

"I like fire." In a joking tone, with a smile and a pair of finger guns.

Blaze blushed as she attempted to decipher the meaning of Tangle's sentence, thinking to herself,

"What did she mean by that? Am I supposed to be the 'fire'? Did she mean my powers? Was it a reference to that? Or was she just stating her reason for her interest? But then why would she use finger guns? No- Tangle's a very expressive person, of course she'd use finger guns for something like that- She probably didn't mean anything by it? But…"

Tangle, who had the intention of merely saying why she was so interested in it, suddenly began to question why she said that.

"Hold on, What did I mean by that? I've never actually been that fond of fire, anyway. Oh god. That was a mistake, wasn't it?" Tangle thinks as her and Blaze both stand in complete silence, both surprised and blushing.

Eventually, Tangle, without making eye contact, walks past Blaze and into the caravan again where she takes a deep breath and sits on the sofa.

Attempting to divert attention from her last sentence, Tangle yells, "Hey Blaze! Would you, uh, like some pizza?" In an awkward- and clearly embarrassed- tone, Blaze responding after a few seconds of silence.

"I- uhm- Sure." Blaze said in response, slowly entering the caravan afterwards, walking over to sit on her bed.

There wasn't much more conversation that day- They both had a very awkward stance on their feelings, and both believed the other to not feel the same away, but treasured their friendship enough not to want to destroy it with a failed romance.

Please note that I don't write fanfic much, and please tell me any typos/mistakes! Also I'm still figuring out how to format this stuff, so keep that in mind!

#blaze x tangle #tangle x blaze #tangaze #tangle the lemur #blaze the cat #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #sth #sonic the hedgehog

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