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leslutdepointedulac · 2 months

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Childhood Sweetheart

Valenfangs ~ Day 10: Childhood Sweetheart

When they were out in the village one day running errands, they had spotted Charlotte through the window of her father’s bakery. “You should ask her father for her hand one day, when we’re older, before someone else snatches her up.” Nicolas nudged Lestat as they walked past.

“And have my guts strung in the window as decoration? I don’t think so.” Lestat kept his head down as they passed, not wanting to even dare glance in Charlotte’s general direction, lest he got caught.

“You’re the Marquis’ son, I think you’ll be alright. Besides, since when has a girl’s father ever stopped you.”

“This is different, Nicki. I don’t think my status is going to get me anywhere with her father. You know how he is with her. She’s not who I’ve got my eye on anyway.” Lestat’s eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth at the last part. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Nicolas stopped and grinned. “Is that so? Who are you after then?” Lestat refused to look at him and sped up, praying he would drop the subject. “Come on, Lestat. You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul.” Nicki jogged to catch up and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “It can’t be that bad. I won’t laugh.”

That’s not what I’m afraid of. Lestat thought. “It’s nothing, forget I said anything.”

“Lestat, come on. Just between you and me.”

“I said forget it.” Lestat snapped and shrugged Nicolas’ hand off his shoulder. A group of people nearby looked over at the sound, but he ignored them. Instead, he turned his head towards Nicolas and the irritation in his eyes was immediately replaced with guilt when he saw the hurt plastered across his friend’s face. “Nicki, I’m sorry, I–”

Nicki put his hands in his pockets and glanced to the side, still obviously hurt by Lestat’s reaction. “It’s fine. You don’t want to tell me, I get it.”

Lestat reached out to comfort him, but withdrew his hand when he recoiled and wrapped his arms around himself in a self embrace instead. “I’m sorry.” He said again. “I do want to tell you, but I can’t.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Lestat. It’s alright. Let’s just forget it, like you said.”

Lestat opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when he realised he didn’t have anything worth saying. The damage was already done.

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cpopjukebox · 2 months

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#两小无猜 #衣睿 #宁安如梦 #childhood sweetheart #yi rui #story of kunning palace #soundtrack #20s #2023

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Bruce wayne and "It's been a long time since we dance."

For just a moment, when you sweep into the ballroom, Bruce can't breathe. You're older now. And so is he. But he'd know you anywhere.

It's the eyes. Your eyes look human- but. They're ageless. They remind him of deep canons. And windswept beaches. Primal.

And he felt drawn to you. Pulled through the crowd. And when he stopped in front of you, and you smile at him, he knows that you know him too.

"Your Highness," he murmured, brushing his lips over your knuckles. Remembering a wooden sword. Remembering pledging to protect you as you declared him your knight- right before you ran away giggling. A Child's game. But the sun-dappled afternoons in the woods had lived in his heart ever since.

"My errant knight," you scold, teasing him. Your eyes lightening.

"I've been bereft without you," he chuckled. And before he can think about it too much, he whirls you out onto the floor. Gratified when you settle into his arms, laughing. The height difference hasn't changed. And neither has the warmth that floods his body. It feels so familiar. And so strange.

He'd danced with hundreds of women. Kissed hundreds. Had dozens in his bed. And nothing made him feel like this. He'd been chasing this for his whole life and hadn't even realized it.

"It's been a long time since we danced together," he rumbled, pulling you closer.

"I'll never forgive my brother for moving us away."

"Me either," he agreed, thinking of the ribbon from your hair. The favor you'd given him, trying not to cry. He still had it. Tucked in a fairy tale book in the library.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Batman x reader #bruce wayne #batman #fluff #childhood sweetheart

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hellcheerficdatabase · 1 year

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Sandbox Love Never Dies

Author: ensrensage

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 1/1 (part 1 of Class of '86 series)

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There’s something special about watching someone so happy to be in their element.

His last middle school talent show, and her first.

Tags: Pre-86, middle school talent show, nervous Eddie, Chrissy is a sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, baby crush, Eddie POV, one-shot, part of a series, status: Completed

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my-lady-galadriel · 2 years

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Tenderness... 😊

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #elizabeth swann #will turner #the beginning *___*#they're so young and sweet #childhood sweetheart

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eriksangel666 · 11 months

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This week, we continue part 2 of our Chuck Berry coverage with some tangents about the Simpsons, childhood crushes, and generational differences. It's quite a fun time!

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kkecreads · 2 years

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Childhood Sweetheart by Wendy Clarke

Published: August 23, 2022 Bookouture Pages: 381 Genre: Thriller KKECReads Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I received a copy of this book for free, and I leave my review voluntarily. Wendy Clarke is a bestselling author of psychological thrillers. She started her career writing short fiction and serials for national women’s magazines. After having over three hundred short stories published, she…

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hairmetal666 · 2 days

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TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions

Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.

You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.

Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.

He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.

There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.

The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."

And Steve shrugs, starts to ask Tommy about football, if the Colts can make the Super Bowl, but the boy is nearing and Tommy is cackling.

"Watch this." Tommy sticks his foot out.

The boy doesn't react fast enough. He falls forward with a bitten off yelp, and Steve moves without really thinking, only knows he can't stand to see him fall. He catches the new kid beneath his armpits, Steve's thumbs brushing the soft skin his arms.

The world around him falls away at the touch.

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He's sitting on the floor in the band room, Eddie--the boy's name is Eddie--next to him. Eddie's hair is a little longer and Steve's in a green polo he doesn't recognize, and he's never been in the band room in his life. They're leaning into each other and laughing and Eddie's so beautiful.

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They're in the woods--Skull Rock, Steve thinks. Eddie's hair is curled and frizzed around his chin, and he's laughing, his cheeks pink, his dimples prominent. He tries to pull his hair in front of his face, but it's not long enough yet to reach. Steve is overwhelmed, wants to kiss him so bad. He's never had to wait to kiss someone, or been unsure, or--

He wants to kiss Eddie.

So, he does.

It's hard, desperate, not the first kiss Steve expected, but then they've been waiting for so long.

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Steve stands in the hallway of Hawkins High. He's wearing a striped, beige short-sleeved polo, and flirting with Nancy Wheeler.

He likes Nancy, she's pretty and smart and fun. And it's easy. He can hold her hand. Can introduce her to his parents. Can take her on dates and kiss her in public.

She bats her big blue eyes at him, and he can't help but kiss her.

He pulls away gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek, and when he looks down the hall, Eddie is there, frozen. His mouth is wide, his eyes glassy.

Steve thinks the way his heart stutters must be what dying feels like.

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He's sitting on his diving board, facing away from the pool. He smokes a cigarette and there's a bat studded with nails at his feet, what the fuck. Music thuds, shrieks and laughter seep into the cool night air.

He should be playing the gracious host. He should be having a good time. Instead, his eyes search the woods and he taps another smoke out of the pack.

"Harrington?" The voice makes him jump, hand flexing around the bat handle. "It's freezing out. What are you doing?"

He recognizes the voice now, doesn't turn, doesn't respond, can't stand to see another person he let down; another person who could call him bullshit and be 100% correct.

"Do you not have a jacket? C'mon, man."

Something warm settles over his shoulders, and he inadvertently breathes in weed and leather and cedar. He squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the comforting, familiar scent go away. He'll have to move to shrug off the jacket, though, which would mean acknowledging Eddie's presence.

"Can you at least say something, Harrington? You're freaking me out."

"I'm fine, Ed--Eddie." The nickname falls from his lips too easily. He doesn't miss how Eddie flinches.

His hair is long now, down to his shoulders, brittle looking in the cold. He's wearing a t-shirt and worn flannel, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth now that his jacket is draped over Steve's shoulders.

Steve is an idiot. He's such an idiot. Chasing after Nancy when Eddie is--

"I'm sorry," he says. He turns to face his soulmate, then. "I'm sorry about Nancy, I--"

Eddie jerks back like he's been hit. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snarls.

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He sits in the back of an ambulance, eyes swollen shut, face throbbing. He's wearing a sailor suit for inexplicable reasons, which is almost more upsetting than the ambulance. He smells like puke and something toxically sweet.

A girl is with him, one he doesn't recognize, but he feels deeply, instinctively protective of her. He holds her shaking shoulders tight, tries to whisper comfort to her through his busted and bleeding mouth.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

"Steve!" Someone screams over the sounds of the EMTs and firefighters, of the building burning and collapsing behind them.

Eddie bursts through the gathered onlookers and past the ring of police cars enclosing them. He's falling into the ambulance before Steve has a chance to react.

"Sweetheart," Eddie sobs. He tries to cup Steve's face, but his fingers flutter around the damage. "Sweetheart, oh my god. I came as soon as I heard. Are you--what can I--"

Steve stares at him--his hair falling from its messy bun, his cutoff Metallica tee, concern and love leaking from those brown, brown eyes--and bursts into tears.

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They sit on the roof of his house, sharing a joint back and forth. It's chilly, bordering on cold, winter just on the horizon. They're laughing, leaning into each other, and Steve is--he's happy. Elated. Could float away with it.

Robin--Robin-- is in the bathroom, or maybe in the kitchen for snacks, and it's just them for now. They're looking at each other, smiles wide, eyes bright.

They're taking it slow. Steve knows it's important, after what he did. They talked about it, his abandoning of Eddie for Nancy, chasing what his dad told him was normal and expected.

He doesn't want to cross any boundaries, wants to do this right. How Eddie deserves. But they're leaning into each other and they're smiling, and he's so in love. Intoxicated with it, lost.

In the end, he doesn't know who makes the first move, just that they're kissing and it's like coming home.

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He's in a building, a shed or something. It's musty and dirty, smells like oil and gasoline and a building left closed up too long. Eddie's in his arms and he's talking through hiccuping sobs.

"I didn't save her, Steve. I didn't help. I just left her there! She was broken in pieces and I--I--"

Steve holds him close, tight, squeezes his eyes closed to stop his own tears from falling. He never wanted this for Eddie, never wanted him involved. Thought he could protect him from all of Hawkins's terrible things.

They aren't alone. Robin is there, coming up to hold Eddie too, plus a redheaded girl and curly haired boy he doesn't recognize.

"We'll figure this out, Eddie." The boy promises.

"We won't let anyone hurt you. We know you didn't murder Chrissy," the girl says.

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Steve is in a world he doesn't understand, and Eddie is his arms. Eddie is in his arms, and there's blood everywhere. He's not awake, he's not--his heart beat is soft and slow, too slow, and his breathing stutters, and Steve can't--

"Baby, stay with me." He begs as he runs across the dead and rotting landscape. "Eddie, please. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me. I need to--I need to know that you're alright."

Eddie stays limp in his arms.

"Please," he begs. "You can't leave me. We promised, remember? We promised we'd be together forever. The rest of our lives. Me and You. Our six little nuggets. You promised."

The portal back to Hawkins is less than a dozen feet away, he's so close. Eddie gasps to consciousness, but his eyes are still hazy.

"Hi, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Hey, hi, you're doing so good. We're almost out, okay? We're almost out and we'll get you to the hospital."

Eddie reaches out a weak hand, touches the edge of Steve's jaw. "Love you, Stevie," he whispers. "Glad you were mine."

He goes still in Steve's hold.

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The images come faster now--

A hospital room at Hawkins General, Eddie hooked to machines. Steve holds hands with an older man. They wait in terrified silence

Eddie propped in a bed, a bunch of kids around him, Steve and Robin at his side. His eyes keep sliding to Steve, like he's making sure Steve's real, that he's still there

Their bodies tangled together in a bedroom Steve doesn't recognize

Steve down on one knee in a marble room lit only by black and red candles, Eddie standing in front of him

Hand-in-hand on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, stands in front of them with tears in his eyes and a beaming smile on his face

In a big, green yard behind a cozy little house. A little boy with Eddie's eyes and curls riding on his shoulders. Eddie sprinting around with a tiny girl giggling after him, perfect imitation of the King Steve hair-do on her tiny head

In a park, surrounded by family and friends. Steve has a little bit of a paunch and wears glasses. Eddie's hair streams around his shoulders, going grey at the temples. There's a banner strung between trees proclaiming 'Happy 20th Steve and Eddie!' They're surrounded by everyone they love and it's perfect

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The images flash too fast for Steve to catalog after that, seconds-long glimpses of a shared future, and then he's back in his body in the hallway of Hawkins Middle, still holding too tight onto Eddie's arms.

Eddie rears back, face pale and terrified, and Steve is too shocked to do anything but let him go.

Tommy's yelling, but Steve only has eyes for his soulmate, who scrambles to his feet and throws himself down the hall away from them.

"What the hell, Harrington? Why'd you catch him? That was about to be funny as hell! I bet he'd have broken his nose--you ruined it!"

Steve isn't listening. He's trying to hold on to the memories of their life together, the ones that are already fading.

The last thing he remembers is that, sometime in the not-too-distant future, he'll find his way to the band room, Eddie Munson, and the rest of their lives.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #soulmate au #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #childhood sweethearts #canon divergent au #everyone lives/nobody dies #glimpses of the future #getting together #break up #getting back together #first kiss #brief stancy #platonic stobin

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prankprincess123 · 4 months

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Having the Triforce on your hand is kinda like those soulmate fics where you have names on each wrist identifying your true love and arch enemy, except if you have the Triforce of Power you get two enemies because you literally cursed yourself to watch their awkward teenage romance and get beaten up by them repeatedly for eternity.

#i love the ridiculousness of this plot #like they just wanted to be childhood sweethearts and live happily ever after together #but someone had to be the dumbest most powerhungry idiot in the universe #ganon #ganondorf #demise #legend of zelda #zelink #link #zelda #triforce #soulmates #soulmarks #loz

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bleulone · 4 months

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"And the most important, Roi, is that you have shown pride. And dignity. And balls"

JULIO PEÑA FERNÁNDEZ as ROI in BERLÍN (2023-)

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nyxofdemons · 7 months

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YESSS MY TURN ON THE FLOWER SYMBOLISM AGAIN

i couldn't find anything that matches it super clearly but it seems reminiscent of biden flowers!! and. yall. there are variations of these literally called "popstars," they're verbatim described as having "yellow eyes" and they represent the beginning of a new year 🥺🥺

(also yellow flowers with red tips symbolize friendship turning into love but you didn't hear that from me)

#likely this was unintentional but MAN if i will not take my breadcrumbs and FEAST #theyre making me crazy like fizzablitz childhood sweethearts is my whole life #mine #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss oops #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzablitz #blitz #fizzarolli #e: oops

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not-with-you-but-of-you · 2 months

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Milo Ventimiglia as Jess Mariano in Gilmore Girls | 4.21 "Last Week Fights, This Week Tights" (8/?)

#jess mariano #ft. luke danes #gilmore girls #milo ventimiglia #jessmarianoedit #gilmoregirlsedit #miloasjess #4.21 #my gifs #*#he looks so much like my childhood sweetheart here #that is NOT why I like him though hehe #these two things are completely unrelated

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wr1ghtw0rth · 6 months

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Day 11: Throwback

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #kits art #wrightworth #narumitsu #kinda #they're childhood sweethearts #best friends #actually this is the first one I'm not very happy about #baby miles is cute though #but gosh #aadoodles23

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dillo-alla-luna · 2 months

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They are 27 & 26...

But they were already...

26 & 25

25 & 24

24 & 23

23 & 22

22 & 21

21 & 20

20 & 19

19 & 18

18 & 17

17 & 16

#tennis #rublanov #childhood sweethearts #andrey rublev #karen khachanov #my love

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sanguinefrog · 1 year

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| The Best Thing |

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A little Christmas gift for the number one Byler shipper in my life, and the one who turned me into a Byler shipper. Merry Christmas @andiwriteordie.

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nohoney · 10 months

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loved loved loved ur absent baby daddy touya! I love asshole! touya stories but him being a sweetheart? it hits me sooo hard plus I am a heavy sucker for pregnancy stories like yes touya who did it all traditional? dating the love of his life, proposing, marriage, going hot and heavy during their honeymoon and then knocking his sweet little wife up? I could die

ugh you and me both nonny (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

You get one chance to do something on the first try with no mistakes or interruptions. No breaks or time offs, just getting it on the first try and having it be your last.

Touya is your first and last.

He wasn’t exactly a good boy-next-door neighbor crush. Honestly he was kind of a punk, sometimes acting out just because he could. It did land him a brief stint in juvie and he was on probation for a hot minute. But he was always yours the moment he passed you a note during math class in middle school saying he wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Middle school relationships rarely last, especially when you transition into high school. You and Touya stay a strong couple at the end of high school graduation.

He stayed behind at town to work while you went off to university in a farther city. Usually couples that do long distance in college would eventually split right? Not you and Touya. Weekend dates, sexting, video calls, and time off you got from school would be spent back home with him. It only made you antsier to graduate with your degree because at the end of that milestone would be another one.

An engagement ring already waiting for you.

Your father was a little peeved that Touya didn’t ask his permission to marry you, but he also knew his future son-in-law wasn’t the type to do such a thing. So you marry in a small, intimate ceremony with only immediate family and selected close friends to see the union.

The newlyweds return from the honeymoon with the happy glow of husband and wife… along with poorly hidden hickies and bruises as well. When people ask what you and Touya did on the honeymoon, it’s plainly obvious from the lack of stories that you and him aren’t able to give that all you did was just fuck. Not that the two of you weren’t doing that already a long time ago, but it’s amazing that the two of you could stay this horny for one another after all the years have passed.

No one is surprised that you announce that you’re pregnant within a few months into your marriage.

#the childhood friends to married pipe dream just makes me (/▽＼*)#oh to be disgustingly in love with the punk kid touya and to have him end up being your husband???#and being his happy lil wife too!!! absolutely dreamy #we definitely need more sweetheart touya as well as asshole touya too #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi fluff #k.inbox

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