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Just His Luck. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Eddie comes to a realization after a drug deal with Chrissy. As he struggles with this, he wasn’t sure why you began to pull away from him, afraid that you can tell exactly how he feels.

Warnings: Eddie’s POV. Slowww burn friends to lovers. Yeah still lots of angst because I love making y’all suffer these two idiots.

Word count: 7.5k?

A/N: my biggest writing flaw is that I hate writing fast pace. When I have an idea, I make sure to focus on small details and I will drag it the fuck out because I read slow burn fanfics and books the size of my head since the age 12 . That being said, I didn’t end this the way i originally thought. So maybe, MAYBE, it’ll be 4 parts. I’m sorry to those who hate that haha. Forgive me <3 THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT LETS GO.

Eddie use to never consider himself a lucky person.

He didn’t think he could be considered a lucky person when his father had made it clear how much he couldn’t care less about his own son. His drunken rants still a vivid memory.

Someone who’s lucky didn’t have to be forced out his childhood home and hike all the way to another town to find an uncle he wasn’t even sure would take him in.

A lucky person didn’t grow up being branded a freak and tormented by most of his classmates for something as simple as playing a fantasy game and listening to heavier music. A lucky person didn’t rely on selling drugs in order to support his uncle, and that said side hustle only adding a bigger target on his back in the small town.

That and many more shitty experiences that made up his life should be enough proof that he, Eddie Munson, was not lucky.

But then there’s you.

You being a part of his life overshadows all the bad luck that followed him. Eddie would go through it all again, his shitty childhood and the very hot and long walk from his own hometown to Hawkins, now that he knows you were waiting to enter his life the moment he stepped foot into that trailer park.

He remembers clearly the overalls you wore when you jumped up from the bike you were sitting on, when Uncle Wayne encouraged him to go outside after a day settling in his new home. You ran to him and introduced yourself with a smile that showed a missing tooth.

That was the moment he knew he experienced his first true luck.

Since then, Eddie could safely say he was a lucky person with the way you stuck by his side. It didn’t matter if his days contained the looks of disgust that were thrown his way, when he knew he would see you at the end of it.

Kind eyes, rid of any judgement, waiting for him.

He really is a lucky person, even if your stressed voice was pushing for a headache that morning.

“Eddie, can you please turn that music down. It’s not letting me see clearly!”You ask desperately from the passenger seat, before twisting your body to look at the back of his van to return looking through the piles of cassettes he had saved.

He laughs but continues to slam his palm on the steering wheel to the music. “I need you to rethink that sentence.”

“Eddie.” You warn and from the tone of your voice, Eddie quickly shuts off the music. You hum happily and return to your search in the mess of his van. After a few moments of you cussing under your breath, Eddie’s name being thrown there a few times and he has to refrain from slamming the breaks, before you pull yourself back into your seat.

“I shouldn’t even be letting you ruin that poor kids ears.” He states once he sees a cassette being shoved into your bag. “Lucas deserves one from my own personal collection.”

“Ha. Ha.” You roll your eyes and he watches you from the corner of his eye, seeing you place your feet up on his dashboard. “I know Lucas will like it. It’ll cheer him up and encourage him before the big game tonight.“

“Right, the game.” Eddie recalls, focusing back on the road. “I wonder what those idiots will tell me today at lunch.”

You hold in a laugh as he continues, “I know they’ll be scared to tell me. I can see their faces already,”

“Aw don’t be mean.” You pout cutely, placing your elbow on the passenger door and looking towards him. “They look up to you, and hate disappointing you. That’s why it’s taken so long to come clean.”

“It’s not being mean” Eddie shakes his head, “I’m not going to be the one to look for a replacement. And I’m not going to reschedule the campaign.” He adds quickly with a pointed look at you that is returned by you sticking your tongue out.

Brat. He thinks fondly. “Anyway, they need to figure that out.”

“Mhm, can’t wait to see them running out like headless chickens trying to find anyone willing to play.”

Eddie shrugs at that. Despite his annoyance at Lucas being taken by the dark side, Jason and his gang, he didn’t actually have hard feelings towards the kid. Who was he to tell him to not pursue something he enjoyed doing? It would be hypocritical of him. And he was mostly annoyed with Dustin and Mike, who haven’t said anything. “They’ll figure it out.”

He reaches over to turn up the music a bit now that you were no longer on the edge of biting his head, something he admits to enjoying a little bit too much. He remembers to mention, “Oh, you wanna hit up the diner to pass time after school?”

“Oh yes!” You sit up, looking at him excitedly. “Can we get a strawberry shake? I’ve been craving that all night.”

Eddie can’t stop the smile as he nods, pulling into Hawkin’s High parking lot. “How can I deny you from that?”

It was a shocker to Eddie when he was approached by Chrissy before he made it to the cafeteria that day. He has his fair share of customers that make up Hawkin’s popular kids. They were the ones to pay the most so he never rejected their offers, even if they later would spit nasty words to him in the hallways.

He never thought he would see the day Chrissy Cunningham would be asking for him.

But money is money. It wouldn’t hurt to see what the deal was. So he waited for the last 10 minutes of the lunch period, telling you and making you wait outside the woods. You complained about coming along but he wanted to play it safe.

He wasn’t fond of bringing you along to his deals. It’s not that he didn’t want you by his side, he did, but there’s been way too many times where his customers would direct their anger of prices to him or you. He didn’t want you to see that, or even deal with it.

“Don’t scare her off Eddie. I know she’s Jason’s girlfriend but she’s actually really nice! So, don’t go doing your usual sneaking up on others and being intimidating, remember that one time you got a bloody nose from it and -“

Eddie hands you his half finished soda can he bought from the vending machine to stop your anxious rambling.

You already finished the one he bought you, but you stopped your monologue and took a sip, content. It was so easy for Eddie to be able to keep you happy and distracted. It made him feel good. “I won’t. Wait for me here, okay?”

——

Chrissy seemed to be distracted when he walked up to the usual spot. Her eyes staring off the distance as he comes up behind her, “Hey.”

He thought his voice was soft enough, but she jumped in her spot and turned around towards him. Big eyes surprised before she lets out a breathless chuckle , holding her arm.

“Woah.” So much for listening to your advice. He holds his hands up. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blonde shakes her head, rubbing her shoulder and throwing him a quick smile before sitting down on the picnic table. “No I should have been paying attention. I was zoned out.”

Eddie nods before moving to sit across the table, placing the metal lunchbox on the table between them. Chrissy plays with the sleeve of her sweater as Eddie opens the box to reveal the bags of weed.

“So..” she stammers, looking between Eddie and his box. “How does this work exactly?”

“Oh you know, like any other transaction.” Eddie watches her, “except cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons. “ he tilts his head, “No receipts.”

She nods along before he holds a bag towards her, “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh..20. What do you say?”

Chrissy stares at the bag, then sighs and leans forward to cross her arms on top of the wooden table. She glances behind her as though expecting someone to show up.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit defensive. Looking past her before he shuts the top down. “Look, uh, I’m starting to get a bit worried here. I really hope this isn’t some set up.”

He thinks back to you waiting for him at the entrance to the woods. What if they saw you there first?

Chrissy looks at him stunned and shakes her head. “No! No, of course not.” She bites her lip then sags her shoulders. “It’s nothing like that.”

“You afraid your boyfriends going to pop up and catch you doing a drug deal with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” He tries to keep the venom from his voice. “Not up to deal with that right now.”

“No really, its-its not that. He’s not even my boyfriend.” She adds, looking at Eddie a bit exasperated. “Not right now? Anyway, I don’t know..”

Eddie mouth forms an ‘o’. He wasn’t expecting that. Chrissy looked back down at her hands and let out another sighs.

“Oh. Well shit.” He laughs awkwardly and leans against his palm. “Uh, sorry about that? Uh..” he shrugs at her when she looks at him again. “I’m kinda surprised, didn’t he express his undying love for you this morning at the prep rally.”

She smiles sadly as she recalls that earlier morning and nods, “It was an argument after. He gets really overprotective. He didn’t like me agreeing to go to a party with a few friends and one thing lead to another and,” she does a hand motion, “It got too much, and I said I wanted a break.”

He hums, tapping his finger on the table before shaking his head. “Oh so he’s that type. Cant say I’m surprised with how he carries himself.”

Chrissy smiles at that, “Yeah. I’m just still kinda sad about it, he means well. But I’m not fragile or anything..so I thought to try something..to make me not think so much about it and go against what he says. Is that stupid?” She asks timidly.

“No. Not at all. Happens to all of us.” He says, opening the lunch box back up. “Uh I do sell blunts, it’s pre rolled and all. It’ll be easier for you to smoke. Seeing as this is your first time..”

He rummages through the box then clicks his tongue. He forgot he smoked his last one that he had in his box with you last night. “Problem is I only have them back in my trailer. So if you really want, you can drop by tonight..or I’ll bring them tomorrow.”

“I have no where to be after the game anyway.” She shrugs, nudging a stick against the dirt under the table with her shoe. “I was suppose to be with Jason, but..”

“Okay, cool.” He looks down at the lunchbox then decided to try to a bit more comforting, with the way she still looked so down. “If it makes you feel any better. He may be a total dick. But it’s disgustingly clear he uh loves you.”

Chrissy smiles fondly at that. Eddie continued, feeling weird he was even talking on behalf of someone he hated, “and uh, sometimes people are very protective over people they care about and shit. I definitely don’t let the one I care about touch half the stash I sell.”

“Y/N?” She asks, seeming to have perk up a little bit. No longer slouching and her expression was lifting, feeling more comfortable with him.

Eddie smiles at your name, feeling warm. “Yeah. Y/N” He fiddles with the lighter he had taken out of the box moments prior. “But uh anyway. I’m sure you and Jason will get back together in no time, And you’ll be back to being Hawkins favorite Queen and King.”

He says the last part more sarcastically than he meant too, but Chrissy either didn’t notice or didn’t mind because she only blushes.

“I don’t think we could take you and y/n spots though. In being the cutest couple .” She teases lightly after a moment. Eddie freezing in his seat as he registers words, the lighter slipping from between his fingers. . “I always thought you two were so cute. How long have you been together?”

Together.

Him and y/n together.

“W-what..what?!” His laughs nervously, getting up from his seat once he felt his body back in his control. “Couple... Couple? We aren’t a couple.”

Eddie doesn’t know why but the idea had his heart beating fast and face flushing. Couple. You and him, a couple.

Why did he suddenly feel like he couldn’t breathe?

“Oh..” Chrissy frowns again, watching him begin to pace. “I’m sorry. I thought you were.”

“No. No, nope,” he shakes his head fast, looking around the woods as though he was searching for answer. “I mean, she’s my best friend. I’m her best friend. No wayyy man.”

He looks back at Chrissy who was watching him. Eddie notices that the confused expression slowly beginning to turn into an amused smile but hid it behind her sleeve as she looks at Eddie in a way that was making him freak out more.

“What? What’s that look for?” He walks towards the table and leans his hand against the surface. “I-I really don’t like that look Chrissy.”

“I didn’t give you a look, Eddie”

“Yes you did. You’re looking at me like..you know something I don’t!” He pushed himself away from the table again and walks away from the table.

Okay he needed to chill out. This is normal. A lot of best friends can be mistaken for a couple. He seen it happen with Steve and Robin. The amount of times Robin would deny it and act disgusted was too much for her to not be telling the truth anyway.

So he shouldn’t be feeling so surprised that Chrissy had thought that. It just proves you both were that close.

You both were definitely closer than Robin and Steve, that’s for sure. He knows that.

What he doesn’t know is why he feels his palms were beginning to sweat. He stammers through his thoughts.

“We can’t be dating. That’s ridiculous.”

“Okay” She says simply.

“Yeah. Because we’re best friends.” He says again, to remind himself. “Completely platonic. And it would be crazy for that to change? It’s not like she would even see me anything other than a best friend. So really, it’s impossible. What you’re saying is highlyyy impossible.”

He mumbles, ignoring how the thought bugged him a bit, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He finally says it firmly. That conversation was over.

He’s barely aware of the faint sound of the bell ringing, “So. Uh, I’ll just see you tonight then. You can ride with me and y/n…who’s my best friend.”

Chrissy smiles sweetly and nodded. “Okay.”

—

Chrissy walked ahead and he came out the woods a few steps behind. You waved at Chrissy as she walked by before returning to a weird hop in place motion as you turned towards Eddie. He raised his eyebrow.

“Eddie you took so damn long and I feel like I’m going to pee myself because you thought it was a good idea to let me have two sodas, and we’re going to be even more late to class!” You complain, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along towards the school building. “Have you seen the way those bathrooms fill up ? It’s a like jungle in there!”

He didn’t pay a bit too much attention to the way your hand was wrapping around his wrist, before you eventually linked both your arms together. Because that was normal. You both were always touchy with each other, so it shouldn’t matter. It wasn’t a big deal.

And it wasn’t a big deal the way you were leaning in his space while you both sat in class after. Your body basically leaning across his lap as you stared down at the tic tac toe game he won fair and square. You glared down at his notebook before pulling away with an huff.

“Nuh uh, I don’t remember you putting that X . You did that when I was distracted.”

“That was my first turn. You told me to put it there because you accused me of using a cheating method before.”

“You’re so lying”

“Just admit it, I’m a master at tic tac toe.” He grins, flicking your forehead to push your buttons even more. “A man of many skills” You roll your eyes. “You could never beat me.”

“You underestimate me for the last time, Munson.” You begin drawing the 30th set of lines and he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the side of your face as you thought hard on your first move.

A couple.

Eddie may have had fleeting thoughts about dating you before. Ones he always denied and pushed down because he never wanted for it to see the light of day. He may believe he’s lucky with you being his best friend, but he wasn’t insane. He couldn’t have that much luck in his life.

And he would never risk ruining the chance of that luck he does have. He never wants to lose it.

But Chrissy’s damn words kept echoing, confirming his secret fantasy that he wanted to be reality. And all those thoughts wouldn’t stop streaming in. Like Chrissy’s simple mistake broke the dam that was holding it all in.

Cutest couple.

You smiled happily when he let you win for the first time. Writing a 1-30 on top of the page proudly when he looks towards Chrissy who was sat a few seats towards the side of the classroom, and she was already glancing towards you both. She flashed him a knowing look, and he looked away. The blush back on his cheeks.

Oh he was so fucked.

You both did everything together. There wasn’t a time where residents in Hawkins wouldn’t see you both raiding a corner store for late night snacks, or driving around town blasting his music enough for complaints to be filed.

One quick knock at each other’s windows and you both were off to whatever was desired that day or night.

So he couldn’t understand why Gareth had invited only you out to pizza. When everyone knows you and Eddie go everywhere together. It��s common fucking knowledge for Christ sake.

And why didn’t you tell him beforehand?

“Well, I mean, you have to take Chrissy right?” you had argued.

He felt like a little kid that was told no for the first time when you dismissed him after, being forced to watch you leave the room behind Gareth. He won’t admit to anyone that he glared daggers at the brunettes head when he drove away with you in his car.

You should had been in Eddie’s van.

If you really wanted pizza, why didn’t you tell him and he would have given Chrissy her blunts then take you himself. You didn’t need Gareth when you had him!

Chrissy was quiet in the car ride, looking curiously through the tapes. She seemed to be carefully reading through the playlists when he finally broke.

“Okay so..you know how you mentioned about you thinking me and y/n being a couple?” He reminds her which she nods to, “was there..is there something that makes you think that?”

She seems to think for a moment, placing the cassette on her lap. “Well. You both are so comfortable with each other. The way you look at each other too, I remember Jason mentioning how lovesick you looked when we would pass you two in the hallway. And how..” she hesitates but giggles, “you kinda look like a lost puppy following her around.”

Lovesick. Lost puppy.

“Oh Jesus Christ, I’m so screwed.” He groans as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“You asked Eddie”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” Eddie really is itching to grab a cigarette right now. “I thought, you know, I would never think about this. But then you go saying we were a couple..and im looking at y/n, thinking I don’t want to just look like one, I want us to be one. Shit, shit!.” He curses under his breath and finally gives in, reaching into his pocket with one hand.

“You’re making it seem like a bad thing, Eddie.” She says softly.

“It is. I’m her best friend and I was staring at her in class like some creep, you saw it.” He sticks the cigarette in his mouth keeping his eye on the road. “Now I’m really really pissed that I wasn’t invited to that..pizza date.”

He says the last word in disgust before he can stop himself. The jealousy was making its way through his veins and he hated it. Eddie shakes his head, pointing at himself. “See, this is not good.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” she starts, “You’re not the only one who looks lovesick.”

“What? Are you..” he stops trying to flick the lighter in hand on to look at her. “Does y/n look at me that way? Does..Nah, now you’re just pulling my leg now man.”

Chrissy hums, turning her gaze towards the window.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel some excitement rush through him. He speaks around the cigarette. “Really?”

“I see the way she looks at you.” Chrissy replies carefully , “I don’t think you’re the only one who has pushed down any feelings.”

A spark was ignited inside him. It matched the lighter in his hand as he quickly brings it to the end of his cigarette. He takes a huge drag to try to calm his jitter of nerves.

“Shit.” He blows out the smoke, opening the windows before he did so. “What the hell am I suppose to do?”

“Tell her how you feel.”

“Tell her- really? I can barely collect my thoughts right now!” He rubs his cheek sighing, growing frustrated.

“Maybe a date?” She suggests. “Take her to the diner next to Family Video.”

“We go there every week.”

“Umm. Oh! The bowling alley”

“She hates bowling. Nearly broke my ankle when it was her turn and I wasn’t even in front of her.”

“Okay. A picnic? That can be romantic.”

“It is? We had one a few weeks back.”

Chrissy sighs.

“The movies?”

“We’re banned. We either go to another town or watch a movie in my trailer.”

“Uh okay.., to lovers lake?”

“We go there.” He blushes, “We always sit in the back of my van and drink slushees.”

Chrissy tries not to smile. “How could I ever think you both were dating. That’s impossible, right?”

Eddie groans but nods, completely understanding now.

—

“Hey Gareth!” Eddie smile was tight as he slammed his friend’s locker closed before he was done putting his book away. “How was that pizza last night, hm?”

Gareth only looks up at his band mate and tries to mask his annoyance. “Didn’t y/n bring you a slice, you should know.”

You did. And he ate it happily with one hand on the wheel, with you back in his passenger seated complaining about how unhealthy it was for breakfast.

How it should be, you in his van and no one elses. Thank you very much.

“So,” Eddie clears his throat, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers with his back pressed against them. The lock digging in the back of his lower spine as he leveled his friend with a more serious tone. “You got a thing for y/n?”

Gareth stares back.

“Nope. Do not do this to me right now.” Gareth attempts to walk away but Eddie grabs his shoulder again to keep him in place. “I already have to deal with those freshman”

“I’m just asking! I mean, it’s a bit weird that you both went to eat pizza together. So , if it was a date. I would like to know. Just, normal best friend things. You know how I am with her.”

“Yes. I do know, unfortunately.” The brunette pushes his hand off. “Look dude, it was nothing more than y/n wanting pizza. Not a date or whatever got your panties in a twist.”

“Cool, cool” Eddie nods, feeling more relieved at the fact. Gareth rolls his eyes and begins walking towards the cafeteria. “Just looking out for you! Don’t want my band mate getting heart broke one. She’s harsh like that.”

“Oh definitely,” Gareth laughs loudly, “so harsh that she wouldn’t stop asking me if she was too mean for not letting you come along. Then wouldn’t stop reminding to bring you a damn slice.”

“She did?” Eddie perks up, and Gareth groaned again. It made him feel a little better that you also were bothered by the fact he didn’t come along. Really, he wasn’t sure why he was so worried last night.

All that hope Chrissy started was growing more and he couldn’t help the bump in his step as he walked beside Gareth to the cafeteria.

“You both are hopeless.” Gareth states which Eddie ignores once he sees you sitting at the lunch table.

“She got uncomfortable by my pathetic attempt at flirting.” Eddie recounts later that week and sits himself on the stairwell. Chrissy fixing the bow in her hair as she listens to him. “I was trying to invite her to movie night, but she got quiet. And didn’t want to look at me then made an excuse that her stomach hurt.”

“I told you, maybe she was actually sick.”

“No. I know her.” He huffs, “I can just tell. Then the other day, we were laughing over some of the yearbook pictures. And she gave me that stupid smile of hers.”

It was vivid in his head. You were trying to speak between giggling as Eddie pointed out some funny pictures. Then he turned the page and there was the both of you, surrounded by the rest of the hellfire club and you were mimicking his devil horn signature minus the tongue.

“We look so cute!” You gasped, pointing at the photo. “I’m surprised they even put that there. I guess Mike begged Nancy.”

You looked up at him and smiled brightly, “I need to get a copy of this so I can put it up in my wall. Or maybe even on the side of my mirror..”

Eddie had nodded, distracted by the intensity of your smile. The way your eyes sparked and you seemed so excited at the prospect of having a photo of Eddie and you together.

It was moments like these. When he felt it was only you two, in this bubble that froze time, he would nervously glance at Chrissy. Who often was watching these tender moments and would hold up a small thumbs up to encourage him. Because even if he did slowly grow more confident, he needed reassurance.Hence his meetups with the cheerleader so he could recount these moments for advice.

It was a delicate matter, and he trusted Chrissy to not let him fuck this up.

But when he looked back at you, you had pulled away, breaking the small bubble and was staring down at the yearbook. No longer smiling.

It was becoming a habit. This pulling away, your smiles suddenly disappearing at random moments when he thought everything was going great.

“And I don’t know, one moment it was there. Then I looked away, and it was gone.” He recounts to Chrissy. “It’s been happening more often. I’m starting to think, maybe we both are wrong and I’m seeing it wrong, and I’m too obvious and she’s noticing. And uncomfortable. And..shit I don’t know.”

“Im sure it’s not that Eddie.” Chrissy sits down next to him on the steps. “Give it time”

And he wanted to. But you only pulled away further after that. You began to be more quiet, often letting him talk and listening instead. Everyday he tried to make a fool of himself more, to be able to see that bright smile that he knew the sun wouldn’t compare to.

Like when he fell to his knees on the parking lot the day he stayed back in class, and he had the chance of bumping into Chrissy to have her reassure him of his worries. Again.

Your laughter instantly making him feel less stupid for the way his knees ached and from the stares of others from his begging. He thought maybe he still could bring you back.

Yet your small smile after reassuring him a few minutes after, proved him wrong once again.

He didn’t understand. Why your once bright and bubbly personality was changing right in front of him. You could barely hold eye contact with him.

Your smiles didn’t reach your eyes.

He use to be able to make you smile, laugh to the point of verge of tears. It was always so easy for him to be able to comfort you and you would be back to your cheerful self. You never had to force a smile around him.

So why were you doing it now?

He wanted to push. Push you talk to him but that was the thing-

He never needed to push before. He would always ask, and you would crumble into your rambling and release all your worries to him. Knowing that he was listening and that his arms were open.

You never held back from opening up to him. Ramblings and weird questions was a daily occurrence. Your random worries always something Eddie welcomed because he loved the sound of your voice.

So for you to sit there, not bothering to make eye contact and insist it was okay, when it clearly wasn’t?

This was different. New territory for him and Eddie was lost. For the first time since he met you.

And those doubts, all those fears that he and Chrissy’s hangouts were meant to beat down in order to prepare him to confess to you, began to latch onto him.

What if you noticed his change in demeanor towards you? He tried not to act too differently after he realized he wanted more, realized he wanted to push his luck a little bit. But he’s been oblivious before, so maybe you noticed his feelings.

Maybe you were uncomfortable by it. Despite his hopes that you felt the same way, he could always be wrong.He could be wrong about his luck stretching that long.

He felt so overwhelmed by it. Anytime he felt saddened by his own mind, he would call you and your voice would keep him calm.

But could he call when you were the reason he was feeling this way?

He tries, really tries to get through the night but the phone is in his hand before he knew it.

You hung up on him. He had come close to confessing after you gave him the sweetest speech. Everything he dreamed to hear from you encouraging him to finally say the truth, and you fucking hung up on him.

Eddie stares at the wall across from him, the hallway suddenly feeling too small for him. It was closing in on him as he dialed your house phone again, fingers shaking as he listened to the multiple rings play out. After the 6th ring, he slammed the phone down.

“Fuck!”

—

“I need you.” He wills himself to not cry right there. Listening and waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. His body running on the adrenaline from the argument moments before.

He didn’t mean to blow up on you the way he did. He never once raised his voice towards you, but he couldn’t stop it. All the confusion, hope, and fear reached its breaking point when you tried to avoid him once again. The lies coming right out your mouth stabbed through him.

You never lied to him before. That’s what hurt. You lying and hiding from him made him want to break everything in sight but also, to break down crying himself.

Chrissy was wrong. He let her misconceptions warp his brain into thinking that he deserved anymore luck than what he had. He should have been grateful, for what he had already. This friendship that you built, who was he to wish for more?

Eddie Munson was not suppose to be a lucky person.

He pushed his limits and you were pulling away. Not only did he stupidly believe he had a chance of more, he may have forced the universe to rip away what they gave to him. Your silence an indication of that.

Eddie wiped the tear that ran down his nose, from leaning his forehead against the door trying to listen to anything from you. He pulled away as the silence stretched on. The hurt worsening as the seconds ticked by.

Fuck this. He shouldn’t have been so stupid.

—

He didn’t expect you to come to his trailer right after. Or for the way you began to ramble and pace around his room, your nervous voice filling his room in a way he had grown accustomed to in the years of friendship.

He missed it so much. He didn’t care if he still felt heartbroken at his realization that he couldn’t have you the way he wanted. Destroyed that he couldn’t even be lucky enough for that.

With you smiling softly at him, not a forced one after so long, as he held your cheek and apologized himself. He decided that he will gladly accept what he has now because you being there, laughing and kicking your feet as he carries to his van-

That was enough luck for him.

—

You slept in his room that night. Your socked foot nearly kicking him in the chin as you turned, stretching your body out as a yawn forced its way out. He opens one eye, glancing at his windows to see that it wasn’t that bright outside yet.

He drowsily waits for you to fall back asleep again, listening for your breaths to even out so he could go back asleep himself.

But you sat up, rubbing your eyes and pulling the blankets with you as you stand from his bed and stumble awkwardly towards his bedroom door.

Your small ow from kicking his lunchbox has him groaning loudly, pushing his face into his pillow. “What are you doing..” he rasps, hating to open his eyes to try to make out the numbers on his clock. “Its 6:00 am. We have an hour.”

He remembers the morning before, when you left earlier before he woke up. This wakes him a bit more, anxiety there as he pushes himself up from the comfort of his bed to a sitting position. You looking at him sheepishly from the door.

“I need to make a call.” You whisper, the large blanket wrapped around you making you look ridiculous. You seem to know what he was thinking as you continue to reassure him, “That’s all Eds. I’ll come back .”

“Hurry up.” He sighs, not bothering to ask who you could be calling this damn early, before flopping back on the bed and hugging the pillow.

Even if he was really sleepy, he stayed awake waiting for you to come back. His hand reaching out to touch where you were laying before, sighing impatiently at your absence.

You came back about 5 minutes later, climbing over him, kicking his side, to get to your side of the bed. He hums at feeling you lay back beside him, grabbing onto the blanket and pulling it, forcing you to roll over as it was still wrapped around you.

“Don’t be stingy, its freezing.” He murmurs. You smile and unwrap it before throwing half of it over his body. It becomes quiet then. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know you were facing him.

Your hand grabs his and Eddie falls back to sleep.

Eddie wasn’t sure how to feel about the way Max had narrowed her eyes at him after you both woke up again and gotten ready for the day. As though she was trying to burn him alive with just her mind.

She was waiting outside on her porch when you waved her over towards the van when you stepped out of his trailer.

“I called early, let your mom know you’ll be catching rides with us now.” You smile at the redhead, whom only sighs and gets up. “I can’t have you riding that scary bus”

“You only rode it for one day.” She states, rolling her eyes. Max looks at Eddie for a moment before shoving her backpack into his arms. “I call shotgun.”

You smile at that, shrugging at Eddie who stared between you two. “I’m cool with that.”

Now he understood why Lucas was always so confused with Max’s behavior. Sure, he had eavesdropped a few times when the kids gossiped about their love life, or what a 15 year would describe a “love” life. Most of the time he was bored if you had to stay in between classes, so he would let them go on and on about what else happens in their lives.

Lucas would complain that Max was avoiding him, or she was meaner than usual. Whom he had to remind, well her brother died in a mall fire the year before. Give her some time.

But he didn’t think she was this mean.

“This is what you listen to all day ?” She scoffs, noticing the Iron Maiden cassette case on the floor of the van. “Don’t you have anything less..”

“Scary?” You butt in, ignoring Eddie’s look of concern from you putting yourself between the seats. Clearly you didn’t understand his need for you to be safely seated.

“No, shitty.”

“Hey, don’t knock it until you realllyy listen, okay?” He cuts off your small giggle, reaching over to turn up the volume a bit. “This, Max, is real music. It’s not just about how it sounds, but the complex lyrics and-“

“Oh god, make him stop.”

“Keep going Eds.” You place a handle on the drivers seat as your other hand pull gently on one of his curls. He perks up at you defending him. “Tell her about the verrry deep lyrics of Ladies Room by Kiss.”

Maybe not.

“Okay, how about you,” he gently pushes you back, “Sit down! You know I hate when you do that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laugh, reaching for your bag and getting distracted by searching inside it.

He missed that. Your laugh and the smiles you been throwing at him all morning. It didn’t make it any easier for him though. It felt like his heart was swelling with the amount of adoration he had for you, it was going to be the death of him.

Max was staring at him again. Studying him, trying to decipher whatever she had in mind when he tilts his head at her, expecting for another insult.

She looked away when you called her name and begin to ask her a question.

“So everything is okay now?” Chrissy asks, looking over the blunt Eddie had handled to her, sliding some cash to him.

There was a few minutes left of lunch and you had gotten dragged by Robin to join her and Nancy for lunch. Something about girl talk, Eddie not being allowed. It was funny the surprised look on face when they dragged you away. He decided to meet up with Chrissy to talk about the night before.

“Yeah.” He says, happy that it felt true. “She finally told me that she just been in her head again and I guess, it was really bad this time.” He sighs, “maybe if I tried harder to notice, it wouldn’t have gotten to that point.”

Chrissy watches the soft expression on his face. “Figure out when you’ll confess then?”

“I don’t know Chrissy.” He swallows, pushing his bangs out of his face. He really needed to ask you to cut them again. “I think it’s best if I don’t..ruin anything. That whole time I thought she was acting that way because of me, afraid maybe she could tell the difference.”

“And I realized how fragile this whole thing is. And I don’t know,” he drops a stick he was messing with and looks at her. “Im still not even sure how she feels about me. I can’t read her. How can I not read my own best friend!”

He feels like dropping to the ground and never getting up. He felt okay this morning but now Chrissy has him, once again, going on a tangent.

“I made a mistake of calling her that night. And I was just gonna talk then somehow-somehow! It lead to me trying to confess to her. I was this close and she hung up! And acted the way she did.”

“Try again.”

“No, she’s opening up to me again and I have her back. that's all that matters now and we’re back to normal!” He assures. “besides, if she didn't understand my confession, or maybe she did and ignored it. it doesn't matter, we’re good now.”

“Did you straight out say that you liked her?” Chrissy emphasizes on the ‘her’

“…”

“Eddie ?”

“Something along the lines..”

“Right.” Chrissy tugs on her skirt when she stands and crosses her arms. “Eddie how can she know if you’re not saying it clearly.”

“It’s not that easy. I mean, it is easy to talk about how I feel, never had that problem before. We always talk about our problems. But these are..my feelings that may not be returned. And-”

He motions towards her. “And I barely touched how I really feel on that phone call. It was rookie stuff!”

Chrissy thinks. “What are your feelings then?”

“What do you mean?”

“You always are worrying about saying the wrong thing, or if you’re looking into things the right way.” She considers. “Why do you like her?”

“Why? It’s y/n.” He frowns. “Who wouldn’t like her?”

“What about you? Why do you like her, how do you feel?”

Anyone can say that they like how you look, the way hair frames your face, or the way your clothes fit you. Or how you carry yourself or your sweet voice. You were a beauty that Eddie feels like no one should touch.

But for Eddie, it was deeper than that. He could name a hundred things he likes about you.

From the way you wake up with a bird nest as a hair that he often had to take tangles out as you sat sleepily, to how your nose scrunches slightly whenever you hate a certain taste of food but you never say anything to Uncle Wayne when he cooks, or how you would hide your smiles behind your hands when you watched romantic movies and the way your eyes redden at particular scenes.

Or the way you don’t realize how loud you’re being sometimes, ducking your head in shame when you do and he would tell you that it was okay. He likes when you are loud and come out of your shell at random moments.

He likes when you link your arm with his, because you have no problem being touchy. Your hands shoving at him or slapping his arm playfully whenever he annoyed you. The smell of your fruit scented shampoo filling his nose when you invade his space with no care, hugging him during scary movie scenes or when you felt particularly sad that day. That same shampoo brand that has its own spot in his bathroom.

Along with all your knickknacks that you bring to him when you visited the thrift store with your mom. Your excitement at the small things and that fucking smile and eyes.

“I..” Eddie isn’t sure where he could start. There was so much else in mind but those details, those small moments that make up everything in his life, is something he wants to keep to himself.

“ ‘like’ feels so weak compared to how I really feel Chrissy” he finally pushes out. She waits for him to continue.

“It’s different. I feel lucky. Like I have something that is a one in a life time chance..like if I were to loose that, everything would fucking suck. My life wouldn’t have that..shine anymore.”

“Because that’s what she is. She’ s this light, this..” he struggles, he never was one for poetry but dammit if he tries. “This fucking ray of sunshine!”

He laughs and tries to fight back the blush that was waiting to spread across his neck from how cheesy he sounded but he couldn’t stop. “She smiled at me the first time we met and I was like, yeah. Yeah, nothing will match that.”

“And she fits into my life like a lost puzzle, something I was missing before I came to Hawkins. Makes me feel whole and I’ll be incomplete with out her, and..and I just..”

“I’m happy with our friendship. I don’t want to even think about losing that, but maybe..maybe I want to wake up and actually be able to kiss her good morning . And goodnight, and all the time in between. “He revels at the idea. “I already have so much of her,-“

He smiled shyly as he looks at Chrissy, who was looking at him as though she was proud. He was going on for too long, lunch was ending. “But maybe I want that part of her. Where we could actually tell people we are a couple.Where it’s true”

Chrissy wraps her arms around him as he huffs out a huge breath from his emotional speech before she pulls away and smiles.

“Now, find a way to tell her that. On a real date, of course.”

“That’s going to be hard.”

“I know. But you’ll figure it out Eddie.”

He feels that confidence return and he becomes hopeful again.That spark appearing again and fuck it.

He’s going to test his luck.

*・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・*:゜・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゜・**・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・*:゜・*:

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lollipopliccer · 4 months

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

♡ ༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. ° ｡༻

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If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt while traveling the sea, it’s that prophecies can really range from being the silliest of tales to the most horrific things you will ever of having the dismay of laying your eyes on

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Like I’ll visit one castle and their prophecy will be ‘It’s been destined that the beacon will use this frog to predict the future so we can prepare for it :)’ and then the next castle I visit will have a prophecy like ‘It is been foretold from centuries past that the beacon shall arrive and save us from a plague that has been taunting us since ancient time. Through sacrifical ritual, they shall free us from this torment’

#like who is coming up with these #are you guys doing okay???

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💧 oceaneyes Follow

I heard there’s hot singles at the bottom of the God Mouth

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out of the way boys I’m about to GET IT

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got trapped in unending darkness surrounded by voices

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🪷 through-the-reef Follow

I’m currently traveling through the Purple Peaks and it’s absolutely gorgeous here! I have no idea why there seems to be so few people living here, it seems wonderful!

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GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB-

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Does anyone else feel like the surface god is just toying with you how they please. They think they’re so funny. Well I’m about to be hilarious

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this feels so threatening, are you doing okay op?

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🌊 squids Follow

Being alive is so wonderful because there is so many beautiful places in the ocean you can explore and so many fascinating creatures you can see. However there are also the unending horrors

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🖼️ ocean-landscapes Follow

The Blue Hills

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💰 needling-on Follow

GUYS I MIGHT BE GOING INSANE BUT I’M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE TRAINING AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW ONE OF THE RULERS AT MY CASTLE GO FLYING OUT THE CASTLE WINDOW

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NOT INSANE, A GROUP OF HIS PEOPLE JUST CAME SWIMMING OUT CALLING AFTER HIM, OH MY GOD I CAN’T BREATH

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UPDATE: THEY’RE COMING BACK WITH HIM NOW AND HE MUST HAVE FALLEN INTO A SCHOOL OF PRETTY VICIOUS FISH CAUSE HE’S COVERED IN BITE MARKS AND THERE’S STILL ONE BITING HIM. I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO CRACK A RIB

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♠️ mistressofthedarkseas Follow

Alright guys which mini god from the ones y’all know about do you think you could take

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IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT

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Blocked blocked blocked. None of you are seeing the light of the surface

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🌺 lesbiankelp Follow

Life is so fucking unfair cause kelp dragons are SO beautiful and magnificent and enchanting and I would do ANYTHING to get up close to or even pet one, but the moment one would see me they would immediately try to swallow me whole like a shrimp

#they’re so pretty and for what #AND FOR WHAT?! #I just want to give them a little kiss on top of your head… #is that too much to ask?

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🔱 poisedposeidon Follow

THE BEACON IS TWENTY???

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THEY SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB…

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HUH?

🎼 beautifulabyss Follow

I’m sorry, the beacon is WHAT?

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🪸 classycoral Follow

No because like my castle’s prophecy is nearing 200 years old and I’ve met a ton of people whose prophecies are over twice that age. How in the name of the Surface God are they only 20?

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Okay this post just unlocked some long dormant memories in my brain and if I don’t talk about it with someone outside my castle I think I’ll lose my mind so you guys better be sitting down.

For some context: until around 7-8 years ago, my people were under almost constant threat of these giant sea snakes because they had unknowingly killed the head of their den. Savage things. Would take any opportunity to attack us. We couldn’t even find a new castle cause they would follow us everywhere. Because of all this, our elders ended up creating a prophecy, which stated that the Beacon would eat the carcass of the head snake, causing the rest of the sea snakes to leave us alone.

So when I was like 13, the Beacon had arrived at our castle to fulfil our prophecy, and as you can expect, we were all very excited and I remember trying to get to the front of the crowd as fast as possible to see them. They were like nothing I have ever seen before and have seen since, we all were in complete awe of them. However, the thing about them that ended up surprising me the most was that they were young. Like, pretty damn young. They looked a little younger than me. So while our monarch quickly went to make sure all the preparations were complete, they entrusted my parents with making sure the Beacon was comfortable, giving my family the opportunity to have small chat with them. Curiousity getting the better of me, I asked how old they were. 13. They said they’re 13 years old. They were MY age. I didn’t know what to do at that point and basically throughout the entire time our prophecy was being completed, my mind was just stuck thinking about if I was destined to eat that giant smelly snake

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EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME???

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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

♠️ mistressofthedarkseas Follow

I need a whole day to fully process that prophecy alone what in the actual fuck

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Did…

…did they eat the snake carcass?

🌱 seaweed-brains Follow

THE WHOLE THING…

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and people still think I was exaggerating about how wild prophecies are. How in the entire sea does being attacked by sea snakes lead to the Beacon needing to eat a giant carcass? Who is coming up with these solutions? Show me their workings

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The Beacon arriving at another castle to help people fulfil their prophecy, only to find that it’s another one written by freaks:

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…the beacon is real?

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HELLO?

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Sandy get back here right now what do u MEAN you didn’t know the Beacon was real???

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MY PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS SAID THE BEACON WAS JUST PART OF ANCIENT MYTHOLOGY…we were always told growing up that prophecies and the lot were just stories and such. You’re telling me that there’s actually a divine being going around helping people by eating snakes and stuff???

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Y E A H

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WHAT THE HELL

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Unknown caller. Tate Langdon smut.

You get a call from a familiar voice from a movie you watched last night. And you’re in for a exciting treat. WARNINGS! Fingering. Knife play. Mask Kink. Lemme know if y’all want a part two hehe.

Last fic of the day! But don’t worry. More are coming!

You were walking home from college, exhausted from your class in psychology today. Your phone rang, an unknown number came through but you answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, y/n.” The voice was changed, by some sort of automated voice. But you couldn’t help but notice it sounded weirdly like Ghostface. Which was weird. You just watched the movie with your boyfriend last night.

“Um. Hi? Who’s this?” You asked, crossing the street. Your house was a few blocks away but your pace slowed as you held the phone close to your ear.

“Oh. Nobody special. But you’re special. Y/n.” The voice replied. You squinted your eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“For many reasons. I’m sure your boyfriend thinks your special.” You almost smirked. Tate. You knew it was him. The little fucker was always up to something. But he gave himself away.

“Tate? Is that you?” You questioned. Silence met you and you laughed. “Funny. But I think you’re cutting it a little too close. I know it’s you.”

“Maybe. But maybe not. If you don’t want a knife against your neck, you’d be wise to answer a few questions.” Tate answered. Ghostface answered.

“What are your questions, ghostface?” You teased.

“Do you like being scared?” He asked. You kept walking. Your house growing closer.

“Sometimes. It depends on what’s on screen.”

“I think you’d enjoy the movie, scream. Scary men in masks. Tormenting innocent girls.” He challenged and you giggled.

“Oh? Like you?”

“Im not scary. Im just curious.” He teased. You hummed and made it to your front lawn. He could come out this far, the murder house allowing him this space of access but you didn’t want to ruin the fun right away.

“How did you even change your voice, Tate?” You asked him.

“Sorry. I get to ask the questions. Not you.” He retorted and you smirked.

“Really?”

“That’s right. What’s your favorite scary movie?” The classic line.

You took your time answering. “Probably Saw. Or maybe hostel.”

“You like dismemberment? Interesting. An innocent girl like you. Liking such scary movies. It kind of turns me on.” You leaned across the gate, scaring at your window.

“Who said I’m an innocent girl?”

“Again. I get to ask the questions.” Ghostface said to you with a little more aggression. “Are you wearing any underwear?” You snickered and decided to lie.

“Nope.”

“Bad girl.” He said to you over the phone. You walked to the front door and emptiness met you as you went inside. “I hope you’re not lying to me. Bad things happen to liars.”

“And bad things happen to serial killers.” You responded, walking through the entrance. He was nowhere to be seen. You slowly started walking up the stairs.

“I haven’t even started asking the fun questions yet.” He whined.

“Ask away.”

“The real question is not who am I…the question is where am I?” Ah, another classic line.

“Tate, if you’re going to be ghostface. You can at least come up with something original.” You quipped, your hand gripping the stairway. You turned and walked into your room, which was his old room.

He wasn’t in there either. You sat on the bed.

“You want original? Then answer this. Your boyfriend. Does he make you wet?” Ghostface asked.

“Yes.” You answered simply.

“Good answer. But maybe we should test that theory. go ahead and put two pretty fingers inside you. Tell me how wet you are.”

You reached down, obeying him. You almost moan at the slick growing and you pulled them out. “I’m soaking.” You told him.

“Good girl. Now, put those fingers in your mouth. Tell me how sweet you taste.”

“Don’t you want to find out for yourself?” You asked him.

“Do as I say and you won’t get hurt.” You heard the clink, possibly a knife over the phone. You listened and put your fingers in your mouth, sucking the taste off.

“It tastes sweet.” You confessed.

“Lay back on the bed, open your legs.” You followed suit, waiting for his next message.

“Hello?” You asked, open and ready.

Your closet door burst open, Tate stood there but instead of his usual sweater and jeans. He wore a black long gown with black pants and boots. Along with the Ghostface mask. He looked formidable as he held a knife.

“Tate?” You questioned but he gave no answer as he grew closer, holding the blade out. He traced it on your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your hips. The tip of the edge pressed against your thigh before he pulled it away.

“Take off your shirt.” He commanded, voice still altered. You listened and peeled off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra.

He ran the knife over your breasts, his hands bare. You recognized those big hands, you arched your back from the cool metal as it grazed your flesh. He’s never done that before. He maneuvered the knife around your breast, scraping your nipple. You shuddered as he pushed you flat against the bed. “Did I tell you, that you could move without my permission?” He asked you.

He placed the tip of the knife underneath your chin as his other hand disappeared in between your thigh. He expertly rubbed your clit with his fingers, circling the nub slowly. You pressed your thighs together, trying to create more friction but he slid the knife down, right over your stomach. “Don’t fucking move.” He barked at you.

You tried your best to listen as his pointer and middle finger slid easily inside you. He started pumping slowly and you desperately wanted to take the mask off and kiss him. You reached up but he pinned your wrists down with one hand as he pumped faster. Your core clenched around him as he smoothly curled his fingers up, hitting your spot.

“Tate. Please. Kiss me.” You moaned. Hoping he’ll listen to you.

He shook his head, mask still securely attached to his face as he finger fucked you. “I don’t think so. You don’t make the orders today.”

Your climax reached its peak as he pressed the knife harder against your stomach. You groaned, rolling your hips to his fingers as they didn’t slow down.

Finally, he stopped and pulled the mask off. He smirked wickedly at you. “Enjoy yourself?” He asked.

You smacked his arm. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Who said I played fair, baby?”

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tempting-andromeda · 7 months

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Can we get more john marston hc he's so babygirl 😔

Yes ofc

Gets beef with random animals

There’s a dog that’s across a saloon that’s been tormenting him since he was a kid and now he just acts like the dog is a fucking Pinkerton or O’Driscoll

Goes to bars or saloons with you to be a gentleman and walk you home but you end up practically dragging him back

Thinks it’s romantic to annoy you

He pinches your hips or tugs on your clothing

Gets offended if you call him anything but John or a pet name

Like “Johnathan? Who tf is johnathan? Must be ur other boyfriend.”

Always complaining about something

Oh his back hurts, oh his knee hurts, oh he got shot again

Likes to be coddled (it’s not a secret)

Thinks holidays are stupid but if you enjoy them he’s attempting to be civil about it

His clothes cannot be clean for more than 5 hours.

He’s the type to eat a meatball sub in a white rented suit

Please don’t ever let him pick a date he’s gonna take you somewhere to throw rocks at things

Genuinely thinks he could distract you by his “attractiveness”

Will say mean things to you but once he’s forgiven and y’all are in bed he’d def be like “okay you have to admit it was funny though”

The most honest In bed. He’d spill anything

This man GOSSIPS. Anytime he’s with Arthur he’s like “omg did you see-“ it’s hilarious

Accidentally insults you because he’s a fool

Messiest drunk. He’s slouching all over you and just babbling

His apologies are either super awkward and he doesn’t make eye contact or he’s begging

He follows you around camp and is like “cmon I’m sorry I’m a no good fool.” And when that doesn’t work he mopes

Instead of the worm question he asks if you would love him if he was apart of Murfree Brood.

Just stands there sometimes.

Doesn’t say anything and probably isn’t speaking and when you snap him out of it he acts like nothing happened

Responds to everything with “huh” even though you know he heard you

#john marston x reader #rdr2 john #john marston headcanons #john marston #john marston rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2

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goldentoshi · 7 months

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nine

꧁꧂

"rindou, this is damon! damon, this is my ex boyfriend rindou and his new girlfriend." emi beamed, holding damon's arm. on the contrast, damon wasn't even focused on her, as he kept eye contact with me.

"one, her name is y/n. you know that, don't play fucking dumb. what is this, since when do y'all inow each other?" rindou directly pressed her.

"that's none of your business." she winked at him.

"yo y/n/n. how are you?" damon asked me.

"don't talk to me before i light this bitch up. you two think this shit is cute. emirson, you know he's my ex. what're you gaining." i said, addressing both of them.

"wow, you're so feisty. not much has changed there." he smiled at me.

"you know, not everything is about you. kay?" emi rolled her eyes at me. "let's sit!"

"yeah so. no. i'm going to the bathroom." i said, starting to walk away. i kissed rindou's cheek, to spite the two bozos that were in front of me. his face turned red and he gave me a light smile. we had never done that before.

"so, rindou. how'd you and y/n/n meet?" damon asked? "she doesn't go out much, she's quite a homebody."

"one of my homeboys is good friends with her and she asked me to go out to hang. i was feeling her and i asked her to be my girl." he said. none of it was true. well, minus the part he said he was feeling her but no one needed to know that yet.

“she’s a great girl, i don’t blame you.” damon smirked. “i can’t tell you how many times she’s been there for me.”

“yeah, sucks you cheated on her though.” rindou shrugged. damon glared at him, his tongue poking his cheek in irritation.

“so rinrin-“

“rindou.” he quickly corrected emi. she rolled her eyes before continuing her sentence.

“when’d you get with her? could’ve sworn you weren’t the biggest fan.”

“yeah well that was beginning i got to know her. that’s none of your concern anyway.” he shrugged her off. before anything else was said, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up, his face lit up.

“so y’all called us here? what do you want?” i asked. “because if it was just to make this an awkward situation well you’ve succeeded.”

“i wanted to sit down with you two to make amends.” emi said. “i’m sorry for the way i spoke to you.”

“apology not accepted.” rindou said before i could say anything. “you threatened to kill her.��

“you did what?” damon asked her, clearly unaware of that. “emi?”

“look, i apologize for that too.” emi said, looking at me dead in my eyes before looking over at damon, “see baby, i apologized.”

i rolled my eyes before looking at rindou, “can we go? i wanna get started in building our furniture. and we have a date later tonight.” i said, making shit up in the spot. “i gotta get ready.”

“yeah princess, come one.” he said standing before grabbing my hand to help me up. “listen emirsen, i don’t accept your apology. you threatened my girl and that’s my whole world so nah you got it. don’t contact us.” he looked over to damon, “and you. man i gots nothing but disrespect for you. cheating on her is one thing but consistently tormenting her is another. i’ll beat’cho motherfuckin ass if you keep playing.” he said, sticking his middle finger up at them. i looked around and some people were recording us.

he intertwined our hands and walked us out.

and i could feel the butterflies.

꧁꧂

serendipity : a very good coincidence, often leading to something really awesome

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local-redhead-bookworm · 1 year

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Okay, I’m pissed off by antis again, as usual. Let’s clear this up. Billy is not a rapist, and being flayed or tortured by Vecna is given a lot of the same imagery as SA.

Billy is not a rapist, nor is he ever implied to be. Canon more closely supports that he is actually an SA victim, given the way he hypersexualizes himself because he’s starved of attention, and the way that he interacts with Karen and just accepts all the middle-aged women being creepy to him in spite of his clear discomfort. There is ZERO evidence that he ever behaved sexually toward Max, y’all are pulling stuff out of your asses on that one.

Meanwhile, you ignore the fact that Will and Billy both talk about the Mind Flayer the same way a person might describe being sexually assaulted. You ignore the helplessness they feel, the horror of being robbed of all bodily autonomy. You ignore how they’re too scared to even talk about what happened, how they’re desperate for their loved ones to believe they didn’t want what happened to them or what they were forced to do. You ignore the imagery that’s given to each boy being flayed, especially Billy. You react with pity toward Will, but claim that Billy must have wanted what happened to him, that he enjoyed it.

If I told you that a young boy went missing for a week and mysteriously reappeared but was undeniably haunted by what he went through, what would you assume had happened? If I told you someone was attacked when their car broke down and was dragged kicking and screaming into the basement of an abandoned building, what would you assume happened next?

You ignore how Henry paid special attention to El and told her that she was different, how he ingratiated himself with her, and his subtle pushing that he’s the only one she can trust and that he would never hurt her. You ignore that being tormented by Vecna is pain in the most intimate way possible, how his victims don’t feel like they can tell anyone what they’re going through. You forget “Don’t be afraid. Just stay very still. It’ll all be over soon.” You pick and choose which victims to feel sorry for—the girls, the shy and sensitive boy— and you ignore the victims that “were strong enough to fight back and must have secretly enjoyed it.”

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beaker1636 · 5 months

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MIW head cannons for taking you to meet their family for the first time

Vinny

I feel like for him this is kind of a test

He’s extremely close to his family, we all know this from what he has posted as far as photos and stuff with them, so if they didn’t approve in any way it would be an automatic game over… “sorry my mom didn’t like you”

But if they did, home boy may have thought he was in love with you before but now he knows for sure he is

Loves seeing how well you get along with his parents, may be slightly jealous that the first time you meet them they’re paying more attention to you then him.

Would probably be more nervous than you, he doesn’t usually take anyone he’s dating home so if he does it’s a big big deal.

Would lowkey ask his mom to make his favorite meal for both of you.

Embarrassed when his mom breaks out the photo album of embarrassing childhood moments

Almost dislikes how much you clique with his mom because now he knows the two of you are going to gang up on him and embarrass him when the chance arrives

Ricky

I feel like y’all would have to be very serious before he would take you home to visit his family… mostly because of how far away from them he lives

Like we’re talking you guys have been together for months

Would low key adore watching you with his nephew, might make him want kids idk? My brain immensely went to this.

I feel like it wouldn’t matter quite as much to him as it would the others that they like you, mainly because you aren’t around them much so if they do or don’t they don’t really know you, if you get what I’m saying.

Honestly I could see him being the anxious one

Chris

I don’t know if he’s a mommas boy confirmed but for some reason I get the vibes he’s a mommas boy.

So clearly when he does introduce you to her what she thinks means a lot

Would really hope that you get alone and are close to his family

Would love seeing you bond and be friends with his sister… even if it means both of you tease and torment him quite a bit.

I feel like you’d have to be pretty established in the relationship for him to take you home given his struggles with relationships in the past, he doesn’t want to get his or their hopes up again by you getting close to them and then the relationship ending.

10/10 would do as much as he could to dispel any anxiety you may have, especially never the sweetest boyfriends you could have in that regards.

Ryan

He’s the one I feel like would be the most chill about bringing you home, he just gives me those vibes

That’s not saying he doesn’t care what they think but I feel like if it’s serious enough he’s willing to take you home then he won’t be as worried about what they all think. If they out right hate you that’s one thing but otherwise I don’t see him letting it get to him too much.

Like hey, this is my girlfriend instead of what do you think about her if that makes sense?

But low key would still love if you got alone with his family because that’s always a good thing

Low key you wouldn’t be nervous or anxious because he isn’t nervous or anxious, so that would keep you pretty relaxed about it all

Justin

Going off the fact that he has a child I feel like he would be the one it is most important to.

Like if that little one didn’t like you, goodbye

But if we pretend for this case that he doesn’t have a child then I think it would be similar to Ryan

He’d be pretty relaxed, excited for sure that you mean enough to meet them but not stressed that you are

I could see him being one where you’d meet at a restaurant instead of at home just so nobody feels pressured at his parents nor your place to make everyone feel at home and a meal everyone would like

10/10 sweetest boyfriend ever when it comes to calming down your nerves about it all.

Would make sure you know that they liked you after so that you feel welcomed and at ease.

AN: I genuinely struggled with Justin and Ryan a little bit but I tried to just go with it 🤷‍♀️ you can tell this isn’t my speciality or a subject I’m familiar with 😂

#miw head cannon #motionless in white fic #motionless in white #vinny mauro #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #miw #miw band

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gravyhoney · 5 months

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Hot Take:

Regardless of how great a character has been developed and hoe they've been redeemed they still did what they did.

Zane still tormented the habitants of the Never Realm (even if he was being manipulated and it couldn't have been avoided), Misako still abandoned and manupulated Lloyd(even if the alternative was having Wu raise Lloyd, which from Misakos POV was probably worse because *Morro*), Garmadon still caused mass tragedy(Even if it was because of the great tyrant/the overlord), Lloyd still freed the serpentine (Even if he was hung from a 2-3m tall roof for god knows how long while 9 adults watched a laughed. Even if he was a kid) and so on. And people should stop saying "X character doesn't deserve so much hate!", or "It was an accident" The ninja, at *least* 16 (at most 20) hung a CHILD from a roof. Misako manipulated Lloyd to the point he fears himself and is mad at Garmadon but doesn't even know why(If you see Crystalized he yells at Garmadon but everything he says applied to Misako too. Harumi wasn't the only person that went crazy after the great devourer.

People absolutely have a right to hold a grudge over someone's head.

Ok you had me with that first paragraph, I’m so serious. But also that first paragraph wasn’t even an opinion that was a statement. ‘They still did the things they did’ ……………yeah.

So it sounds like your thesis is that people still hold the right to be upset and hurt by things that happened to them even if the person who did them was being manipulated/controlled/didn’t have a choice in the matter. Which, yeah. The formlings definitely aren’t gonna be like ‘ahaha whoopsie Daisy, I guess he was being controlled and it wasn’t really him we forgive you’ they suffered a really severe collective trauma, and of course they’re still going to hold some of that resentment towards Zane, that’s just a fact. Lloyd has the right to not forgive his mom for abandoning him (I have NO clue what you are talking about with the manipulation bc that DEFINITELY didn’t happen but ok.). And this might be controversial, but even with the venom, Garmadon still made all of those choices and a lot of those actions are honestly, kind of unforgivable. Give him credit though, he held out for a looong ass time with the venom. I am so honestly going to pretend like you didn’t say that Lloyd was totally wrong and deserves hate for opening the tombs. Dude was prepubescent and as someone who works in childcare, at that age kids still have very little sense of what’s right or wrong and honestly just work in their own best interest. Trust me. It’s frustrating but true. Once again, I’ve got NO idea what you’re referencing when you say that Misako manipulated Lloyd?? And also it’s a little hypocritical to say that ‘people should stop saying X character doesn’t deserve so much hate’ and then immediately turn around and say essentially ‘it was fucked up for Lloyd to yell at his dad in Crystallized’.

All in all, I’m not going to stop saying Misako, Garmadon, Wu, and so so many other characters don’t deserve so much hate. Because they don’t! Y’all go CRAZY on that shit and have to remember that they aren’t real characters.

Im sorry but you can’t come into my house.

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youphoriaot7 · 7 months

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QSMP RECAP : DAY 193 (10/1)

BBH…went fucking nuts.

BBH was talking to the posters/pictures of the eggs and cucuruchos in his base. he has signs up all around his base that read various forms of “no federation allowed” and “no trespassing.”

BBH yelled at all of the mobs in his house thinking that they were cucurucho. he also said it could be forever, foolish, and/or cellbit.

the spawn was COVERED with scaffolding?? for some reason? …BBH threatened a piece of it thinking it was cucurucho.

two cucuruchos tormented BBH all around spawn until he eventually teleported back to his base. they followed him there.

…i think BBH ate ron. i’m so sorry y’all-

[ooc] THE GREAT BRAZIL MEETUP CONTINUES! irl stream! everyone went to karaoke! lots of drinking! FUN DAY!

[note: i'm uncertain whether these bbh events were a hallucination or not so um. keep that in mind?]

#qsmp #qsmp recap #qsmp bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cucurucho #the federation are evil #the great brazil meetup

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Seen the few sneak peaks of some upcoming episodes of HB. We might meet Moxxie’s family (mainly his father). Sorry if I’m being nitpicky, but I was kinda expecting his father to be a little bit different from his son, as well as have a different voice. It’s like he’s a literal clone of Moxxie but slightly taller with a deeper and cunning tone in his voice. And from what I’ve heard, he’s supposed to be a mobster or just apart of some kind of dangerous gang (correct me if I’m wrong). So yeah, I think his appearance should be a little bit different, more tough if anything.

Blitzo stays an a**hole to his co-workers I see. Even after that DeEp and HeArTwArMiNg conversation, he had with Moxxie back in season 1 ep 6 (Which didn’t hit deep at all). You think that after he humiliated himself in episode 7, he’d dial it back with his behavior. But I guess Viv can’t have a comedy without someone unnecessarily being a jerk.

We finally get to hear Andre’s voice. He actually sounded exactly how I imagined; almost deep and haughty. I guess it’s made clear that he and Stella have a good relationship. I’ve seen some comics that show that Andre was possibly very mean to Stella during her childhood which probably would explain her behavior and why she acts so cynically.

He and Stella are having a discussion with Stolas, and Andre brings up that Stella deserves something since Stolas cheated on her?? Which makes no sense to me?? Cuz, yes, Stolas did cheat, but why would Stella even care?!! The show already made it clear that she never even liked Stolas from the start. She didn’t even like being married to him and was only throwing fits and getting him killed simply because she was petty and liked tormenting him. What exactly does Andre and Stella hope to gain from this anyway? Neither of these two even out-rank Stolas. And what exactly has the divorce done that caused any harm to the Goetia’s. When Stella confronted Stolas, she made it seem like the divorce was gonna be a huge issue, but as far as I know... it did nothing. And they already had Octavia who’s in her late-teens, so what’s the threat here??

If they’re gonna keep bringing up the cheating, then maybe they shouldn’t have retconned Stella as a character and kept it to where she is only pissed about the affair. Maybe not have her be an evil b*tch since birth and hate Stolas for whatever reason?

Idk man!! Make it make sense!!!

We also finally get to see Barbie, Blitzo’s sister. I thought those two had a decent sibling relationship as most of us did, but it turns out... those two had a falling out as well. Barbie says, and I quote “Come on, Blitzo! Haven’t you f*cked up my life enough already??”

Jeezus!! Another one??

First, it was Fizz, then Verosika, and now his own sister!!? I mean, it’s expected, cuz Blitzo is an a** and he definitely deserves it, but is he seriously that much of a bad influence he screwed up his own sister’s life? Like, is she just over-exaggerating it?? What did he do that was so screwed up, she started to despise him? Hopefully, she won’t be like Verosika or even Stella; just straight-up petty and b*tchy for no reason. I know I’m wrong though.

Also, I see that she and Moxxie are fighting... wonder what that’s about. Probably something dumb.

And I also see that Blitzo and Fizz are having a talk. Not sure what it’s about. It was only a few seconds of Fizz talking. But from what I can assume, they might be discussing their relationship as friends (or ex-friends), maybe having a slight argument? Don’t know if those two are ever gonna reconcile in the end. All I know is that this kind of arc should’ve been explored way before we got into Stolas’s backstory with Blitzo (which we clearly don’t give the slightest sh*t about.) What happened with Fizz and Blitzo that caused the two to split up seems way more interesting than how Stolas and Blitzo met.

Here’s another thing that caught my eye (and y’all this one’s my favorite to laugh at). Stolas is shown being kidnapped by Striker, tied up n all, and even stabbed with a dagger!?

.......

I’m sorry, but are we just gonna forget that Stolas is a POWERFUL FREAKIN’ DEMON??? The same guy that can do this -

And this -

And even turn into THIS -

..... Like, are we sure he’s more powerful than Alastor??? What’s the point of him being a powerful demon prince if all he’s useful for is being a damsel in distress??? Less than 3 times Stolas is shown to be powerful when the plot says so, which is almost NEVER!!! It’s irritating!

Ugh! I just know I’m gonna go through hell watching this (no pun intended). And I’ve already seen the last few recent leaks to these episodes. This just adds on to the ridiculous bull.

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So hear me out-

Y/n is friends with the slasher, they have some flirty stuff goin on but aren’t officially together yet. Y/n either defends them from their own family (the slashers fam so like Thomas and bubba mostly), or if y/n is hanging out with friends and they start talkin shit y/n will start a screaming competition or throw hands defend the ✨slashers✨ the boys see this happen (either up close or from afar) and know that they are going to marry y/n. I saw someone else request something cheesy so now my full ratatouille ass is coming out

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair, and Bubba Sawyer plsss <3

Kachow

Oh course my friend, I'll gladly do this for you. Reader is gn and ngl I kinda had a hard time coming up with something for Lester but I hope y’all still enjoy it. Sorry for it being short I’m still getting over writers block.

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair and Bubba Sawyer

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, hurtful language, swearing, use of the r word but never fully written out (R word) is how it’s portrayed.

Michael Myers

You’re hanging out with friends at your house. Yoy moved into the Myers house about five months ago. You’re sitting in the living room watching tv. You told Michael to stay out of the house so he decided to watch from outside, hidden in the shadows. Halloween is coming up and of course you can’t keep your friends from commenting on Michael. “So Y/N are you worried about that freak coming and killing you?” Lexi asks. You roll your eyes.

“He’s not a freak. He’s probably dead by now too. Don’t talk bad about him.”

“Why is he your boyfriend or something?” Your other friend Meg teases. You roll your eyes.

“No but he’s a human being and he deserves basic respect you know?” Lexi scoffs.

“They should have killed him when they had the chance.” She says. You feel your blood start to boil.

“He’s a human being you know. Murdering murders is just murder all over again.

“I don’t really give a fuck. He’s some weirdo who probably wanted to fuck his little sister or something.” Meg says. At that you stand up and slap her. Lexi goes quiet and so does Meg.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see you two ever fucking again you hear me?”

“You’re such a bitch!” Meg yells. You slap her again.

“Get the fuck out!” They stand up and you watch as they leave. You huff and shut the door. Michael saw it all. A few feeling about you is inside of him. Something more than friendship.

Jason Voorhees

You’re out on a camping trip with some friends at camp crystal lake. You’re gathered around the camp fire talking about ghost stories. Your friend Danny gets serious for a moment. “Have you guys heard about the boy who drowned here about 12 years ago? He was this freak who looked like a monster and the camp councilers didn’t care enough to watch him when he went out for a swim. He drowned on Friday the 13th, his birthday.”

“He’s not a freak or a monster Danny. He’s a kid who died.”

“Have you ever seen a picture of him? The kid was definitly a freak.” Jason is off hidden in the trees somewhere, hearing about this.

“He’s a child who died. Have some god damn respect for him. Do you know how torn apart his mother was about his death? Don’t be such an asshole.”

“Don’t be so sensitive.” He replies. Your friend Kate coughs to break the tention.

“So um who wants smores?” She asks.

“A child died and all you care about is how he looked? Don’t you think he was tormented enough?” You ask putting your hands on your hips

“Clearly not enough. That freak show should have died when he was born. You know I didn’t want to say this but you’re a freak too. It’s a shame you didn’t die as a baby before you could mortify everyone you met.” He gets up in your face and you punch him square in the nose. He stumbles back as blood pours from his nostrils. He charges at you, getting you on the ground. He lands a few blows on your face before you land a punch on his eye and knee him in the crotch. He falls over and you get up. Your left eye is swelling up and you can feel blood running from you cheek and nose. Kate is sat there horrified running over to Danny.

“Fuck you.” You say going and grabbing your things.

“Eat shit and die Y/N!” Danny shouts at you sitting up.

“Eat shit and live Danny!” You walk off into the woods back to the cabin. You make a bag of ice and put it on your eye. Jason walks in and rushes over to you. “Jason it’s ok, I’m ok. I’m sorry about him. He got what was coming to him.” Jason smiles under his mask. Love blooming in his chest.

Thomas Hewitt

You’re outside on the porch reading a magazine when you hear yelling coming from inside. You set it down and open the screen door. Hoyt is yelling at Tommy. “You dumb animal you ruined perfectly good meat!” You walk in and meet them in the kitchen. Thomas is standing with his head bowed in shame and Hoyt is smoking a cigarette. “God Tommy I knew you were an (R slur) but you’re even more of a (R slur) than I thought!” Your fists clench and you can feel something bubble inside of you. Tommy is your best friend. He’s a sweet boy who tries his best. How dare Hoyt talk to him like that.

“Shut the hell up you bastard.” You spit at him. Both Hoyt and Tommy look over at you.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” He asks clearly surprised.

“I said shut the hell up. Tommy is a sweet boy who works his ass off for a family who abused him on a daily basis. You don’t deserve to talk to him like that.” Hoyt walks over to you. Thomas starts to sweat.

“You don’t talk to me like that in my home you hear?” He says. You don’t back down.

“I don’t care if this is your home. You don’t talk to my best friend like that. Kill me if you want but as long as I’m here Tommy isn’t taking any of your god damn abuse.” Hoyt smiles and stumps out his cigarette.

“Well Tommy I guess you’re gonna have it easier now. But you little Mx.Y/N you’re gonna work extra hard you hear me?” He asks. You nod.

“I don’t care. Just don’t you dare yell at that sweet boy again.” Hoyt nods and leaves the kitchen. You rush over to Tommy who looks like he’s catatonic. “Tommy are you ok?” You ask. He nods and you smile. Nobody’s ever done something like that for him before. A new feeling grows in his heart for you.

Lester Sinclair

You and Lester are driving a well dressed man out to Ambrose. He had an expensive car and was talking about how he was so thankful that he can get away from busisnuess for awhile. The entire time he was making backhanded remarks about Lester and his truck. Lester just grit his teeth and bared it but you could feel a rage rising in your veins. “So do you fuck all of your cousins or just the ones you find attractive?” The man jokes. This is your tipping point. Lester stops the truck in Ambrose and the man gets out of the truck. You follow after him but Lester grabs your arm.

“Darlin let it go.” You pull it away and reach the man.

“Hey fuck face.” You say. He turns around and you hit him square in the jaw. “Don’t talk to my friend like that ever again! Not everyone was born with a silver spoon up their ass! If you’re gonna be an asshole you better be tough!” You punch him again and Lester comes running up. He can’t contain the smile on his face after he saw you do that for him.

“You little fucker. I’m gonna sue your ass!” He threatens.

“Go ahead and do that! Can’t change the fact you got your shit pushed in!” The man storms off and you and Lester get back to the truck.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that for me.” He says.

“I’m sick of people thinking we’re less than because we aren’t high class southerners. I’m sick of those people. They can insult me all they want but nobody’s gonna mess with you anymore you hear me? You’re one of the nicest people I know. I don’t give a damn who they are you’re not gonna take abuse from anyone anymore.” Lester smiles as the two of you get back in his truck. His heart is swelling now. He knows that you’re gonna be the perfect partner for him.

Bubba Sawyer

The entire day you’ve heard Drayton, Nubbins and Chop Top yelling and abusing Bubba. It finally boils over at dinner. Drayton is yelling at Bubba for being late to dinner. “Asshole.” You whisper.

“The hell was that?” He asks. You sit up.

“I said you’re being an asshole. All of you were being a major asshole to Bubba today.”

“Why do you care?” Chop top asks.

“I care because Bubba is close friend of mine. He’s a sweet guy and he doesn’t deserve to be yell at by you three. Give him a god damn break. He does so much work around here.”

“H-h-h-he’s just out little brother. It’s how we treat him.” Nubbins says.

“Just give him a break! Constantly calling him a coon shit and a dumb fuck isn’t a good thing! He’s your god damn brother! Leave him alone! Whenever he fucks up its always something major! I thought you loved your family!” Bubba puts a hand on your shoulder. “Just let him live!”

“You don’t yell at me in my own house you little rat!” Drayton yells, standing up. You stand up too.

“I’ll yell if I fucking want to! Give your brother some love you assholes! If you have to kill me to give him any ounce of respect! Love him you fucks! He’s your brother!” They go silent and you sit back down. Bubba feels something new in his heart. Something amazing.

#michael myers #jason vorhees #Thomas Hewitt #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfic #jason voorhees x reader #jason vorhees x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x reader #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer x y/n

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ameonds-dragonn · 1 year

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Modern hotd au :))

Horror movie so blood and gore, Aegon being a perv, implied smut, making out, getting caught aemond and the reader are 18 getting ready for college

You’ve been friends with Aemond since elementary school, he helped you up after some mean girls pushed you down. He’s always been your protector since that day. He invited you to his birthday party one year, you were the only who showed from school. The rest of it was his family was there, he didn’t mind it thou since you showed up.

Being best friends with Aemond, you quickly become the family friend. You were friends with Nrya’s oldest son, Jace along with Aegon and Helana.

Alicent let you guys have movie nights long as you’ve know Aemond. Of course you watched Toy Story, Scooby doo where they go to spooky island, Aegon stuck Daemon’s copy of American Psycho. Let’s say movie nights went on without Aegon for a while. Okay so now y’all are in high school now!

It was movie night on Friday nights like always for the past 10 years. Anyways nobody could decide what y’all wanted to watch, you suggest Nightmare on Elm Street. Nobody complained, Aegon grinned knowing it would make Jace scared shitless. It didn’t cross your mind that Jace hates horror movies. Of course Tina died and Freddy was tormenting Nancy. It got to the part were Glenn dies very soon, you were between Aemond and Jace. Jace had his head buried in your shoulder, you were on Aemond’s lap.

Glenn died and his blood flooded his room, Jace threw himself into your boobs. This flipped you out not expecting his face to plant on your boobs. Aegon died laughing, making you blush. You looked at Aemond to pause it. “Jace, you okay? We can change movies if you want”, you petted his hair.

“No no it’s fine. I’m gonna check on mom” he got up and left the room. “What a pussy!” Aegon laughed.

“You’re a douche!”, you punched his arm as you went to find Jace.

“Jace, sweetheart. What happened?” Nrya asked her son as Alicent stood beside her. She furrowed her eyebrows at me, “Movie” you mouthed.

“Y/n, what did you guys watch?” Nrya asked.

“Nightmare on Elm Street. I swear I forgot he doesn’t like horror movies, I’m sorry Jace”, you sighed.

“Oh my sweet girl. We know you didn’t do this to scare him”, Alicent smiled.

“It’s not the movie that got me”, Jace said. “Then what?” Nrya aksed.

“Jace, it’s okay. You didn’t offend me by doing what you did. I’ll put it behind us”, you smiled grabbing his hand. He blushed, “Aegon isn’t going to. He probably already told his buddies how I buried my face in your chest” Nrya and Alicent smiled at each other.

“I’ll kick his ass later. Sorry Mama, he did make it worse for Jay”, you looked at Alicent.

Jace hugged you, “Don’t break your face over his nose”

“You’re way too pretty to have bruised hands, sweetheart” Aemond walked in.

“Sorry for our brother, Nyra” Aemond said to his older sister.

Nrya rounded up the rest of her kids and went home for the night. Alicent said you could stay over since it was late. You and Aemond went back to the movie room, Aegon was watching something on porn hub.

You marched over and sucker punched his face and threw his phone over the chairs, “You’re a prick!” Aemond bit his tongue to keep laughing. “It’s not my fault my nephew is a wimp” Aegon wiped the blood off his face. “You want me to break your fucking nose for real!” You stepped closer to him. “Control your girlfriend, brother” Aegon passed by Aemond as he grabbed his phone.

You blush at Aegon’s comment

“Wanna finish the movie?” Aemond asked, grabbing your hand. “Tsk, told you he wasn’t worth the bruises, honey” “Not my fault your brother is a dick”, you sassed. “You don’t have any complaints from me” he smiled.

We played the movie but weren’t really watching it anymore, Aemond rubbed my thigh as it was on his lap. “Don’t say anything, but Jace was more embarrassed that he hid in my boobs”

Aemond giggled, “I can’t blame him”

“Aemond Targaryen!” You gasped

“What? You’re not 11 anymore and I do notice stuff” He pinched my thigh.

“You’re lucky I love you”

He smirked and you slapped your hand over your mouth. You had only told his sister and mother about your feelings for your best friend.

“You love me?”

“I uh”, you started giggling. Like you always do when your nervous and been caught.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” He asked

You didn’t know if you said yes or nodded your head, but you were kissing your best friend. Soon it turned into you in his lap as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands were holding the curve of your ass and you nuzzled against his lap.

“Alright kids! Time for-“ Alicent gasping

You fell onto the floor beside Aemond’s feet, holding your mouth.

“Y/n, you can sleep in Helana’s room” she said before walking out.

You stood up looking at Aemond before booking it to Hel’s room

“Y/n!” You heard Aemond yell

“What’s wrong?” Helana asked

“Um long story short, your mother caught your brother and I making out after the movie ended”, you slide down Helana’s door

“You kissed Aegon!”

“Keep your voice down! No it was Aemond”, you whispered-yelled.

“At least it was the good brother” she smiled putting Lotus in the cage.

“Don’t smile! I fucked up our friendship because I couldn’t control myself. Normally I can but this time I couldn’t, God! Those dammed grey sweatpants of his and his stupid beautiful face”, you whined into the floor.

“You didn’t mess your friendship up. Aemond loves you has for years!”

“What? He loves me”

“Yes, Y/n. Would I lie to you?” She smiled

“No actually. I don’t think you’ve ever lied about anything or anyone”, you giggled

“Do you care if I go next door for a second?”

“I’ll be waiting or sleeping alone”, Helana grinned

I stood in front of Aemond’s door, normally I had no problem knocking and announcing my presence.

Aemond opened his door, he was shirtless with his hair down. Fuck me!

“Hey”

“I uh came to tell you good night. Goodnight, Aemond” you blushed.

“You didn’t come tell me goodnight, Y/n. You know it, I know it”

“You’re right. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry about earlier tonight. So I’m sorry” you said.

“Don’t be”

“What did you say?” You looked up at his blue eyes, one paler than the other.

“I said don’t be sorry. I liked kissing you actually, been waiting for years”

“Helana was right”

“All the time. Did you come to give me a goodnight kiss?” He smirked.

“Shut up, blondie” you rolled your eyes heading towards Helana’s room.

“Oh no you don’t!” Aemond pulled you into his arms and shut his door

“Aemond!” You squeaked

“Shh, don’t want my mother coming in here, taking you away again do you?”

“No”

“Then be quiet, love” Aemond brushed my hair out of my face.

“Kiss me you big goon”, you held your arms on his shoulders

Helana ended up sleeping alone

“Hurry back to Helana, don’t want mom mad at us” Aemond kissed your head. “Let her be mad, you’re so warm”

I looked out the door, to make sure Alicent was on this level and the maid wasn’t here either. “You’re fine, sweetheart”

You ran into Aegon trying to pass the bathroom, “Oo fuck”

“You bastards finally did it!” Aegon cackled

“Shut up, stupid! We just made out and cuddled” you grabbed his mouth covering it.

“That’s just like my brother. Takes a pretty girl to bed and doesn’t fuck her” Aegon sighed

“He’s not a whore that fucks anything with a heartbeat” you rolled your eyes

“Just cover the hickies, baby” he smiled as he went downstairs

“He’s right. Looks like my little brother attacked you, I got some makeup from theater” Heleana said

You and Helana made it to the kitchen. Vis and Alicent were at the table. “Good morning girls”

Breakfast was almost over when Aemond walked in

“Aemond, what did you do to your neck? Looks like you burnt yourself, honey” Alicent asked

“Yeah, did Y/n do it?” Aegon smirked. You kicked him under the table

“I will kill you” you whispered in his ear

Aemond winked at you as Alicent let the matter go

“Don’t start” you mouthed

#aemond targaryen #modern hotd au #aemond x reader

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redstone-sun · 10 months

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hey zain, i blanked out for two days i think, and tumblr didn't send me notifs, can i still do the ask game thing? 28, 30, 36 pwease,?

yes of course!! i love ask game you could ask me in ten years and if i could still find the post i’d 100% do it

28: Favorite side character: for flau i’m gonna go with hex because i hate him but i love him but i fucking hate him. for s&h tho it’s gotta be dillon bc You Know

30: Favorite idea you haven’t started on yet: mmmmfuck. hm. usually i at least get SOMETHING down for my ideas even if it’s a couple sentences so it’s hard to come up with anything i haven’t technically started yet.

36: Last sentence you wrote: for s&h it’s ‘They didn’t speak until they got back to Dillon’s.’ but for those of y’all who don’t give a shit here’s something from Hex’s Fun Zee Adventure More Like Grian and Mumbo’s TORMENTOUS NIGHTMARE: ‘He dashed away, chittering.’ sorry they’re not more fun and interesting lol

#the context for the chittering is that grian is a locust on visage #asks #artsarasp #i couldn’t tell EXACTLY which was the last sentence i did on hexfic #bc i’m writing very out of sequence #so i guessed

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universalistotalis · 2 years

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All for the best (Part 2)

Meian Shugo x Reader (HAIKYUU!!! Timeskip)

WC: 1.5k

Hi. It’s me again. And guess what I have for you??? HAHAHAHAHA I was about to leave that story be but you guys convinced me otherwise! I’m so happy you liked that angsty story so here’s the part two. Now, the ending for the both of them, I’ll leave that up to you. Tell me in the comments! This turned out longer than I expected but oh well! Love y’all to bits, srsly!!! 🤗💕

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Part 1

Masterlist!

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It was at a restaurant where Meian Shugo’s world stopped turning.

The place hasn’t changed at all since your first date. Even he was sitting on the same corner, same spot, had the same view of the sunny streets. His nostrils breathed the same coffee scent and the cushions had the exact same textures to them. But what changed was that, for the first time, he completely melted at the sight of you.

You were approaching him with slow, shy steps. Kind eyes and a small smile greeted him with a softness that’s enough to warm his chest. You were glowing, blooming like a fresh flower in spring, and he knew everyone in the room saw that.

“Hi, Meian. Thanks for meeting me here.” You started as you stood in front of him.

As if breaking out of a trance, he stands up abruptly, towering over to your side and gently pulls a seat out for you.

“I should be the one to thank you for reaching out.” He replied bashfully, as he motioned for you to sit.

He tried to remain composed as you raised your eyebrow at his actions because he knows… He knows he wasn’t like this before. He may have behaved like a gentleman then but only when he wanted to. He knows he wasn’t consistent and he often acted hot and cold towards you. He knows where he went wrong. He had a whole year to think and analyze the relationship while he was waiting for you to be ready to face him.

And god please… please be ready and willing to accept him again.

You’re a smart woman. That’s one of the things he loved about you. You’re quick-witted and so aware of everything that he wasn’t surprised that you saw right through him, even before he recognized the truth himself. And most of all, even though he didn’t want to admit it, you’re always right.

You’re right about him loving someone else. Her name was Anissa Okada. The girl’s face tormented him for years and he tried to see glimpses of her in you. He tried to replace your face with hers every time he looked at you. He tried to find connections, even the tiniest of details, just so that he can hold onto the fantasies of what could have been because he couldn’t have her.

And he never felt emptier and guiltier.

To add to the worsening injury, he thought that a ring would end his sufferings. He thought that he would be secured with a kind-hearted, honest girl like you who’s so head-over-heels in love with him. You would never leave at this point. And he thought he’ll adapt eventually to this whole situation. But that was what he wanted to believe.

As you said your orders to the waitress, he couldn’t help but stare now. Why? Why didn’t he see you before? Why did he choose you to play with? Why didn’t he give you his full attention?

“So…” You grinned, clasping your hands together as you faced him. “How’s life treating you so far?”

“Like shit.” He shrugged, trying to cover and keep calm the electrifying nerves that threaten to shut him down. Their only trigger? Your smile.

“Hey, don’t say it like that. Your team’s advancing to the olympic finals, right?” Your light reprimanding tone hasn’t changed one bit and that hit him with nostalgia.

“Yeah, I know. And yes, we are.” He said wistfully, lost in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, I’m sorry. The team’s been doing really well and so far we didn’t make much mistakes in the matches. I hope we remain in this condition until the end.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I hope you’ll win a medal. You and all the boys deserve it. Just don’t overwork yourselves though, we don’t want those nasty injuries.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” He says gratefully. “But enough about me, what about you? I see you’re doing well.”

And with that, your whole mood changed. Your eyes brightened, posture opened, and you shone with happiness. Were you always this passionate? Meian never met someone as genuine and as spirited as you are now. He couldn’t help but bask in your radiance and absorb some of your happy energy.

“Oh Meian, you wouldn’t believe!” You squeaked in glee. “I got accepted in the job I’ve been dreaming of for years! I started 9 months ago and it’s doing great!”

Meian’s smile wavered slightly but he remembered to keep it intact. Because fuck him!!! If he knew that the job you kept talking about before would make you this happy, he would have allowed you to work in a blink of an eye!!! But what did he do? He restricted you because he was so sure that he could provide for the both of you and more.

Fuck, you selfish bastard.

“Really? That’s great!” He cheered, heart clenching at the twinkle in your eyes. That’s what he deprived you of. “Tell me more. Tell me everything.”

So you did. All the while, he couldn’t contain the jumble of his feelings inside his chest. He was so proud and he wanted to show the world how lucky he was to have you. How lucky he was to be in a presence of such a beautiful and successful woman. But he felt a mix of guilt and loneliness knowing that you became like this without him.

It may have been hours but the both of you bickered non-stop as if it was the first stage of getting to know each other. Your stories continued on and god was your voice soothing all his demons. He missed you so much that half a meter of a distance was much too far for him. He needed to feel you, he needed to be with you. Blood rushed cold in his head at his longing so without much thinking, he blurted out, “When are you coming home?”

Your smile faded and your expression morphed into worry and then… into pity. “Oh, Meian. I—“

Shit. He knew what was coming. He knew there would be destruction so he had to do whatever it takes for you to reconsider wrecking havoc on his heart. “Wait. Before you say anything…”

He licked his lips then reached for your hands. “You were right. About everything. It wasn’t you at first and I am sincerely sorry for using you like that. I really am. I’ve had a year of contemplating my actions and there isn’t a day that I do not regret taking advantage of your love. But give me one last chance, baby, and I promise I wouldn’t waste whatever you give me. Believe me, I’m all yours now, I’d do anything for you, I’m at your disposal, just please… be with me. I truly love you.”

He would beg on his knees if he had to. He was ready to do just that and the squeeze that you gave him ignited a fire of hope.

“Meian, I didn’t call you here to start over.” You slowly told him. “I came here to set you free.”

Only for it to be extinguished in a second.

He whimpered your name but you shook your head no.

“It was what I should’ve done before the both of us became this broken. I’m sorry but we’re better off our separate ways.”

“No.” He countered, grip tightening on your fingers. “Please.”

“We can be friends. But Meian, we can’t be together. I can’t do that with you again, I hope you understand.” There was a finality to your tone that hammered at his chest. He really doesn’t have a space in your life anymore. This was the very reality that he begged would never come true.

Desperate was what he was. He was ready to take different measures to take you back. He was ready to propose to you again tonight, to beg you to stay.

His grip tightened on your ring inside his pocket. Of course, he kept it. It was the only thing that bound him to you. He needed you in his life, this, he was so sure of… more than anything. He knew his mistakes and he hoped, prayed, that he would be able to right these… to learn from these… And be a better person, for YOU. To be a better lover, for YOU, for both YOUR relationship.

But fuck you look so happy without him. Was he that selfish before that he deprived you of freedom, of happiness? If he could turn back time, hell, he would give you the world. He'd listen and get to know your deepest desires and fulfill all those!

He would do everything in his power for just an ounce of your love.

So he doesn’t know if what he’ll do now is right. It feels like a stab in the chest but he bets nothing beats the pain that you had endured when you were with him.

So instead he smiles, accepts defeat, and agrees to your terms. He’s engraining everything about you, every second of today, in his mind. He needed all the memory he could get because this may be the last time he’ll ever be this close to you ever again.

He doesn’t want to set you free. That’s the last thing on his mind but he had to consider your feelings… for the first time. It’s excruciating letting go of the silver ring because he knows he’s sacrificing his heart in the process…

But now, it’s for the best.

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I’ve been posting a lot of angst so be ready for fluffies!!! 😉 and also i’m running out of Meian pictures help

Masterlist!

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