#i still think of and cant get over the scene where they meet on the balcony at midnight and oliver has a cigarette between his fingers

[omgeto]

☆ THRILL (h)ER! — SATOSUGU X READER

summary: when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

wc: 3.3k (its alll smut guys so give me a medal)

cw: double penetration, praising, slight degradation, gojo and geto bickering, fingering, dirty talk (?) and some fun loving you're their pretty little princess. afab!reader, MDNI

an: guys look I finally posted a fic for kinktober, yay me, I hope you like it since Id say the smut on this one hits different sooo give it a chance. also only big brains will understand the fic title.

KINKTOBER M.LIST.

your best friends, gojo and geto always have a way of making you feel right at home, especially when you find yourself in your favourite spot on the couch – sandwiched between them. geto's embrace is a gentle yet possessive one, his arms wrapped around you in a tender hold that radiates warmth, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your lower back.

to your side, gojo's long limbs seamlessly entwine with yours. your legs stretch over to meet him, creating an intimate tangle of limbs. his fingers trail leisurely up and down your thighs, their teasing caresses sending delightful shivers through your body. it's a familiar and electric sensation that's become an unspoken language among the three of you—one that hasn’t fully been enacted upon… yet.

"i don't know why you insist we watch this movie every year," geto complains, his gaze locked onto his b est friend, a playful frustration in his tone. "you're so predictable."

"oh, don't be a bore," gojo retorts, matching geto's glare before shifting his attention down to you. his voice is laced with mischief as he speaks to you. "you find it fun, don't you?" 

“what? do i like crappy slashers from the 80s with big titted damsels running from a shitly costumed killer?” you deadpan, your sarcasm evident. you could feel the vibration from geto as he lowly chuckles. gojo’s face forms a pout that prompts you to quickly add, “but i love them.”

gojo’s pout transforms into a triumphant grin as your admission earns you a playful nudge from him. “that’s my girl,” he exclaims, giving your thigh an excited rub as he turns on the movie.

geto, still chuckling softly, leans in closer. “well, i suppose if toru enjoys it, we can endure it one more time.” his words carry a hint of tenderness, his arm around you tightening ever so slightly, puling you closer into his embrace.                                                                            

you watch the movie in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and gojo's oddly placed screams that you've come to expect every year. his over-the-top reactions to jump scares and gruesome scenes never fail to amuse you, and it's a source of endless entertainment for both you and geto.

geto, on the other hand, watches the movie with a more stoic expression, occasionally shaking his head at the implausible plot twists and unrealistic gore. His hand continues to rest on your thigh, his fingers now tracing soothing patterns as if to counterbalance the tension on the screen.

as the movie progresses, you notice how both gojo and geto steal glances at you when they think you're not looking, as their innocent touches progress into heavy petting. but there's a moment where you all pause, their movements stop, and you all look at each other as the loud sounds of exaggerated moans blare from the screen.

“i always forget this scene is in there,” gojo lies, with a snicker, an appreciative smile forming on his face as he watches the scene.gojo's arm remains draped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm, while geto's touch has grown increasingly intimate, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

“oh don’t bullshit satoru,” geto accuses, taking his hand off of you for a second to send a jab into gojo’s side, “i know you’re getting off on watching this ditzy blonde getting laid.”

“not true,” gojo retorts childishly, “i think there’s better sights to get off on, isn’t that right?” he finishes casting his eyes, not so subtly, over to you.

“well i can’t lie and say the sights aren’t… appealing,” geto grins his hands coming back on you, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“you two are such guys,” you laugh, trying to remain nonchalant even though on the inside the pace of your heart was quickening, and every touch of their fingers sends jolts straight to your core. “you’re focusing on the wrong things here.”

“and what should we be focusing on here?” geto murmurs at you, you couldn’t see his face but you knew a smirk was plastered across it. his challenge hangs in the air as you pause, hesitating as you scan the room, your eyes meeting gojo’s trying to gauge if they are thinking what you are. geto can sense your hesitation as he feels your breathing still as you lean against him, so he pulls his finger under your chin turning your head to face him. “let us focus on you, come here.”

you lean in, his lips enclosing on yours in a deep kiss, you turn your body almost straddling him so you could get better access. his tongue enters your mouth, as his hands work down your body, and as the kiss intensifies, you’re aware of gojo’s gaze on you. you extend an inviting hand toward him, flashing him a smile as you pull away from geto and set your lips on your other friend.

gojo groans as your lips work with his, and his hands go straight into his pants, fisting his dick that has been hard all night just at the sight of you. geto cascades kisses down your neck as he starts to pull your shirt up off of you, you gasp at the feeling of both of their hands and lips all over you.

“h-how long have you two been planning this one then, huh?” you grin, a laugh escaping through your moans, as you let geto get rid of your shirt, assisting gojo with taking off your pants. 

“how long have we known you?” geto responds rhetorically, and gojo nod in agreement, as they both take off their jogging bottoms, leaving you all sitting on the couch in your underwear. there is no more hesitation, or uncertainty between you three—you all know exactly what you want.

“so who gets to have me first?” you joke, your eyes darting between the two of them, their lustful eyes are unmistakable as they stare at your body, their dicks straining against their boxers ready to be suffocated by your tight pussy.

“i get to!” gojo sputters out quickly, but he’s not as swift as geto who’s already pulled you back onto him, his fingers pushing into you without any warning. your mouth parts, as you let out a whine, as his long digits give your pussy fast, relentless strokes, he adds another finger, smirking as your body buckles against his. “hey no fair!” gojo pouts, side eyeing geto, but he can’t help biting his lip as he hears your cunt squelch everytime his best friend shoves his fingers into it.

“don’t worry, ‘toru,” geto reassures, his fingers curling up into you before he pulls it out swiftly, spreading your pussy apart and giving gojo a knowing look, “there’s room for the both of us.”

gojo eagerly drives his fingers into you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he charges your fingers into you. your moans increase as you feel a flurry of digits explore your pussy, gojo’s hand grips on his shoulder and geto hand holds your waist as they both tug your body back and forth in an attempt to get you closer to them.

“s-shit” you cry out, as you clench around their fingers, trying to keep them inside of you. you grind down against both of their fingers, your whimpers encouraging them to twist and push their fingers deeper into you.

“you see how much of a mess she gets for us?” geto asks gojo with a low chuckle, and gojo nods, smiling as the wetness of your pussy allows for his fingers to slide into you with ease, “press down on her clit. hard.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” gojo mutters, but he does it anyway. his thumb going straight to your clit, pushing down on it, smirking as you groan your back arching right into him. 

“see i told you,” geto chimes, laughing as gojo glares at him. geto’s focus shifts to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth, he holds your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows at you for permission. you nod lazily, opening your mouth, accepting two of his fingers —which are drenched in your juices. “‘toru, you gonna finish her off for me.”

gojo smirks, his fingers working in overdrive, as he adds another digit inside of you and you could feel yourself about to release. geto can tell you're close from the way you bite down on his fingers. “you close? you gonna cum on satoru’s fingers as you taste yourself?”

you couldn’t even respond, as your cum sprays all over gojo’s fingers and geto’s stomach. the boys both smirk at each other, as they hear your high pitched moans and see heaps of your cum spilling out of your pussy running down your thighs. gojo is in awe, his fingers still remain in you and he pushes them up lazily, trying to keep you plugged with your cum. you relax onto his fingers, letting him do as he pleases, as you try and catch your breath your body slumping onto geto’s.

“you did so well,” geto praises in his air, lifting up your head off your chest, pecking your lips softly. “you took both of our fingers letting us stretch your tight pussy, it felt good didn’t it?” 

“y-yeah it felt so good sugu,” you sigh, turning your head to face gojo, as you pull him closer into you, “you both felt so good.”

“you wanna let us stuff you further?” gojo questions eagerly, his hard dick resting on your ass, as rocks against you.

“satoru,” geto reprimands, shaking his head at his friends over excitement. but gojo shoots him a look shrugging as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, practically inhaling you.

“but suguru, she wants us both to stuff her,” he argues, as fingers already go back to your sobbing cunt. “you want that dont you?” he whispers, directly in your ear, slowly coaxing your pussy with soft strokes as he murmurs in your ear. “you want me and sugu to shove our dicks right up your pussy, together.”

“i don’t know if i can…” you hesitate, your voice faltering, but you pull your lip between your teeth, closing your eyes as you think about taking both of them.

“c’mon pretty girl,” geto persuades you, forcing you to open your eyes and look at the teasing smirk on your face, “don’t think we don’t know how slutty you can be. you know your greedy little cunt take both of us with ease, and you want it to, don't you?” you nod your head slowly in agreement, but geto shakes his, “no, we need to hear you say it. use your words. tell us what you want.”

“i want your dicks to stuff my pussy,” you admit, feeling your confidence grow as the smirk on geto’s face widens and you can hear gojo lowly growl in your ear. “i need it.”

“well we have to give our girl what she wants, right sugu?” gojo taunts, pulling you off of gojo and onto his lap, his dick slaps against your pussy. “suguru got to see your pretty face, before, so this time you’re all mine, okay?” gojo says to you, and you could hear geto kiss his teeth, but he obliges letting gojo have his way this time. 

“you ready for me?” gojo asks, waiting for your approval as he lifts you up slightly over his dick, he even looks over to geto he leans back against the couch, with his dick in his hand. you don’t even answer gojo, sliding down onto gojo as you moan together.

geto fists his dick at the sight, “go on satoru, fuck her,” he orders, his strokes increasing as he watches as gojo begin to thrust into you. your hands press down on gojo’s shoulder’s as you start to bounce on him, you lean forward whining straight in his ear, causing him fuck you harder.

gojo plays with your bra strap, pulling it and letting it release against your shoulder, “i don’t know why you’ve still got this on,” he complains, as brings his hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it. your tits bounce as he pulls off your bra, and both boys smile at the sight. gojo’s fingers pull against both of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them causing you to cry at every tug. “so sensitive,” he mutters to himself, touching your tits inquisitively as he continues to toy with them, loving how with every touch your cries grow louder.

“it’s crazy how we stretched you so well earlier, but your pussy is still tight as fuck,” gojo comments, his words punctuated with every thrust. “i had all my fingers inside of you already, but your cock hungry cunt just can’t seem to get enough.”

“is he fucking you good?” geto calls, feeling himself about to cum, as he rubs against his dick hard. you look over to him and smile, nodding quickly as you wrap your hands around gojos neck, clinging to him as his dick drives into you. geto stands up, coming up behind you pressing a kiss on your neck, “you need me to help get you off?”

“she doesn’t need anything from you, i’m doing just fine,” gojo mumbles, but he lets you slightly raise up off of his dick and he smirks as he feels geto join him, geto’s dick presses against gojo in excitement as they wait in anticipation for you to enclose them with your pussy. 

“don’t be nervous,” geto coos from behind you, nipping at your ear. you look at gojo and he gives you an encouraging nod, and you slide back down onto them hissing in slight pain as you feel them both enter you. “it’s okay pretty, you’re doing so so well,” geto continues to reassure you, pressing soothing kisses down your neck, his lips sucking at your flesh. you all pause as you fully take them both in, and you feel the pain subside smiling at gojo giving him permission to move. 

geto follows suit, and you all move in tandem, fucking against each other. gojo places his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks in pace with his movements whereas geto’s hands cup your tits, holding them firmly as he spreads his fingers over your nipples, rolling them.

“fu-fuck you two are too big, you can’t” you whine, clawing against gojo’s chest. they were both drilling into you relentlessly, you couldn’t catch your breath as every second you were being double stuffed with dick. tears spring to your eyes, as you cry out in pleasure, grinding down against them trying to get as much as them as possible. 

“if only you could see how slutty our girl looks,” gojo says to geto, as he watches your head fall back, another moan escaping your lips. “her eyes are all glossed over, she’s fucking crying, all slutted out on our dicks right now.”

“is that so?” geto mutters, he forces himself into you deeper, his back hitching up against yours, his clench on your tits tightening as he inches himself in your pussy, his hips slapping against you. “she’s such a good slut, i knew she’d be able to take us well, and look she’s loving it, already creaming all over us, isn’t that baby?”

you nod, your hand coming up to hold geto’s head as he nestles into your neck. you were losing your train of thought, you wanted to tell them how good they felt, how their dicks rubbing against each other in you was all you needed for the rest of you life, but when you open your mouth all that can leave your lips is incoherent words and moans. 

both of them smile, watching as you come undone on their dicks. gojo gives geto a nod, and their hands trade places. gojos fingers coming back to your tits, rubbing and pushing them apart before lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling your boobs. gojo and geto were so close that some things between them didn’t need to be spoken, and they were so close to you that they knew your body in and out. they knew when to push and pull, and where to suck just to get you cumming their lap.

“i’m s-so close, i’m gonna cu—” you try and speak out, but your mind is too far gone for you to finish. their dicks slip out of you as your bounces become sloppy, the pleasure too much for you but geto forces you back muttering reassurance in your neck. and the sudden contact causes you to cum, you release all over both them, but they don’t stop their movements, their dicks driving into you still, pushing back in all the cum you were letting out.

“satoru, we gonna give our girl one final stuffing?” geto prompts, and gojo nods, they both give you one final push and you could feel your pussy stretch as their cum sprays your walls. you wail out, the tears streaming your face as your body jerks forward, feeling their dicks go limp inside of you as you all pant in pleasure.

“that was fucking amazing,” gojo praises, a blissful smile on his face as he leans back his head resting on his arms. you return his smile, your lips meeting his in a quick kiss, that he groans at as you pull away. you come off his dick slowly, all of your eyes staring at the ropes of cum that immediately spill out of your pussy as he unplugs you. 

geto turns your head to face him, his dick still lodged deeply inside of you, he pulls you into a long kiss, his mouth smothering yours. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, roughly biting down on it before releasing you, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to stare up at him “you’re mine, my pretty slutty mess.”

“um she’s ours,” gojo chimes in, but geto shrugs, not caring to listen to your other friend. geto, finally pulls you off his dick, and your pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of their dicks.

“you too always know to take good care of me,” you exhale, exhausted your pussy sore about being stretched open by the two of them. geto pulls you back into his original hold, leaning back against his chest, and your legs stretch over gojo’s lap. but this time instead of innocent gentle touches, geto’s hands lazily tug at your nipples, and gojo caresses your naked thighs, his fingers flicking at your clit every now and again.

“that’s what friends are for,” geto muses, pressing his lips against your cheek before saying, “now satoru, are you gonna press play on this shitty movie or what?”

AN: ight so there you have it my FIRST FIC of kinktober, what do you guys think I need to hear all your thoughts since Ooooof this took me so long to write. so I hope it is worth it. also if you see my bias towards geto during this then LOOK AWAY, im sorry gojo stans but im a geto lover foreverrr. but yeahhh lmk ur thoughts stay tuned for my other kink tober fics which WILL be on time I promise smooches.

#stampedwithanE★ #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk fic #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo and geto #geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

I dont think I'll ever be able to get over the "I work in Soho, I hear things," line Aziraphale says in 1967. Cuz like if you exam the scene background for more than a couple of seconds you realize how fucking ridiculous Crowley and Aziraphale are being.

Because, Crowley KNOWS where the bookshop is. Crowley was probably there when Aziraphale came up with the idea and when he chose the property and for sure was there for opening day. Crowley KNOWS it's still there in 1941, they go back at the end of the magic show for wine.

The fucking Dirty Donkey is established as being across the street from the bookshop with a perfect view to the inside during s2e4.

See how the crossed out windows the zombies are looking through are visible through the window over Crowley's shoulder. If Aziraphale were heating up the tea kettle on his little parlor stove, he might even be able to see the pub's entrance or any cars coming up the street.

And I doubt that the pub moved locations in or around 1967 only to be moved back by 2023 so we can safely assume that what's visible in 1941 is visible in 1967 during Crowley's meeting.

I went back to the 1967 bit in s1e3 to figure out where the fuck Crowley is parked and I'm pretty sure the ramp he speaks alone to Shadwell in front of is the same ramp that Marguerite's restaurant has.

And in s2e5, as Aziraphale leaves to invite all the shopkeepers to the 'meeting' we see Marguerite's sign through the windows to the right of the front door.

Which means Crowley's conversation with Shadwell is fucking visible from the front door of the bookshop.

And it also means those fucking strip tease signs that Crowley has parked the Bentley in front of are covering up the record shop and the window over Aziraphale's desk (Which I'll admit, unfortunately means that the ramp isn't visible through the window and might only be seen via the windows of the front door of the shop). Why are these windows covered up? Maybe the set designers wanted to give the illusion that they are on some different part of the street. UNFORTUNATELY I CAN FUCKING SEE THE BOOKSHOP PILLARS IN THE CORNER OF THE SCREEN YOU CANT FOOL ME.

Let's put it all together now: Crowley drives the Bentley, his ICONIC Bentley(no doubt who's fucking Bentley that is if you see it come down the street through the window), just past the bookshop, and parks. He has to get out on the bookshop side of the street and backtrack, PAST THE FUCKING BOOKSHOP DOOR, and to the pub that is in perfect view of one of the (only unblocked) bookshop windows, and has a conversation with a strange man in view of the bookshop's front door.

"I hear things" Aziraphale, baby girl, you didn't have to hear anything you can literally see Crowley at every moment.

And also Aziraphale, you're not off the hook for ridiculousness either. Why the fuck did you teleport into the Bentley. THE BOOKSHOP IS RIGHT THERE. You fucking depraved me of a full cravat outfit shot because you wanted to spookily and mysteriously appear to your beloved demon. YOU'RE KILLING ME AZIRAPHALE.

#good omens #good omens 2 #go2 #gos2 #for the most part you can just sort of rely on the audience's suspension of disbelief to make up for moments of necessary inconsistency #but i think its a lit funnier if we just decide that actually Aziraphale and Crowley are just THIS ridiculous

[garoujo]

MORNING DESSERT — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : kazuha, diluc, childe, alhaitham + ayato

♱ warnings — f!reader, some steamy morning scenes, some somno in childe’s, cunninglingus. / note. i cant get this out of my mind i wrote this while i was going crazy so i’m sorry if it’s horrible <3

・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA

the air in the bedroom is thick as you let yourself be wrapped in kazuha’s warmth, you’re not sure how long you both have been awake — bodies moving seamlessly together as your pussy grinds against his clothed cock. the tight press of your skin against his feels like fucking silk as he gasps, throbs against the wet patch that’s quickly forming in your panties.

“hah—i hope you slept well, my love.” he drawls, dreamy and low and it only seems to urge you to melt into him as his movements slow to long, languid rocks into you. his hands are tight where they rest against your waist, one of your thighs hooked over his hips as his chest presses against yours.

“waking up like this is even better.” you gasp as the pleasure swirls and warms your skin with every eager rut of kazuha’s cock into you. you can almost feel every sensitive ridge and vein of his cock with how close he feels, paired with gentle presses of his lips against your cheeks as he pants against you.

it was almost too easy to get lost in your moments like this, feeling him fan the flames of your orgasm with every thrust of his cock, every deliberate press of the shaft into your clit as he drags you along the length of him.

it’s sudden the way your orgasm hits you, but it’s so hard and good that you can’t help but fall forward to curl into his chest — letting kazuha control your movements as he draws out your pleasure while he quickly digs out his own. he finally cums with a dreamy gasp, cumming thick and pretty into his underwear as his grinds slow and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

but you’re even comfier now in the aftermath of your tingling pleasure, and it doesn’t help how soothing it is when you feel his fingers smooth up the length of your spine, followed by a few more smeared kisses along your features before he sighs.

“i think you sound prettier than any birdsong i’ve ever heard at daybreak, my love. wont you stay with me a little longer?”

・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR

you can tell diluc’s awake with the way his arms rest tight around your waist — keeping your back flushed tight against his chest before he’s burying his first kiss of the day into the back of your head with a sleepy sort of groan.

it was almost like a sort of routine, he’d give you a wordless kiss good morning before he got up to attend to his duties — making sure to coax you awake with his next before he leaves the house, asking you how you slept as his hand rests against your cheek.

but today was different, because you were awake and needy and diluc was still here, and you couldn’t let him go just yet. “are you awake?” you exhale, cheeky when it’s accompanied by a languid grind of your hips back into his — just enough for your skin to graze along the semi-hard cock in his boxers as his hands twitch tight in your skin.

“mmh, uh—you’re up early.” diluc grunts as you continue your needy little thrusts into him, and he’s so entranced by you that it’s almost instinct the way he meets them with eager ones of his own.

“i know.. i don’t want you to go yet.” you gasp out as his large palms explore the curves of your body — taking a slow handful of your breast as you pull your panties to the side and urge him closer. it’s charming, the way you feel him fumble with his waist band before you feel the hard press of his cock between your thighs, followed by a low grunt when it finally grazes along your already slick folds.

you’re both already breathing deep as diluc let’s the blunt head split through your folds, pressing a kiss along the side of your throat when it catches under the hood of your clit and you twitch. his huge body looms over you when the next draw back of his hips makes his press against the twitching entrance of your cunt, followed by a shaky exhale when he begins to finally sink into you.

“oh, well i can always spare some e-extra time for you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟCHILDE / TARTAGLIA

it’s early, you think as you wake up to the still dark sky outside of your window. your mind is still a little hazed, thick with sleep and the room is barely visible with the dim lighting, but you’re still able to feel the first shocking slurp against your cunt as the sudden pleasure makes you jolt.

“oh? finally awake, you kept me waiting.” childe goads from where he is now, underneath the comforter that rests along your body as he rests your thighs along his shoulders — eager and burying himself in the intimate skin between your thighs.

“ajax?” you ask, drowsy but you’re still quick to find him when his next hum is mumbled against your cunt, sending a pleasurable vibration through your body until your back is arching against the mattress. your fingers twist in his hair as you grind up to meet every messy movement of his tongue, letting him bathe you in needy swirls of the wet muscle.

you don’t know if it’s the sleep that still clouds your system that’s made you more sensitive, or if childe’s been palming at your body for a while as you hear him slurp and smack at the slick between your thighs. his large palms grip tight at your hips and he’s almost dragging you along his mouth as he drinks up everything you offer him.

you feel his tongue press deeper into your pussy as your hands reach to fist at the roots of his hair, making him moan against you with the sting that makes his cock throb against the mattress.

childe’s already got you so fucking close, you can feel your orgasm burst and warm across your thighs with every mindless roll of his tongue along your walls — twitching tight around the muscle as his nose grinds against your clit. you’re panting and pliant above him already and he loves nothing more than starting his days like this.

you hear him growl with every smack of his lips against you, swallowing loudly as he slurps at your slick, curling his tongue at the entrance of your cunt before he’s trailing it higher and bathing your clit in strong licks. but just as you begin to melt into the cushions, you jump when his palm comes down heavy against your thigh.

“come on now, don’t hold back on me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟALHAITHAM

it was unusual for you to wake up before alhaitham, normally he’s coaxing you from your rest but today it seems like the scribe needed a few extra minutes himself. so you let yourself be the one to wake him this time as you turn around in his hold to face him, fingertips leaving featherlight touches across the toned muscle of his bicep.

“haitham.. wake up.” you exhale as your fingers trail higher, following the curves of the muscles across his shoulders and chest until his brows scrunch at the sensation. his eyes move slightly underneath his eyelids before he’s squinting at you with a grunt and pulling you against his chest, chin resting on top of your head with his next exhale.

but with the new closer proximity, it only lets you feel the way alhaitham’s heavy cock is straining against the fabric of his boxer shorts, pressed tight against your skin as you grind yourself closer — suddenly desperate to feel more.

“seems one of you is awake.” you joke, tease as you poke your finger into the scribe’s sides until he’s jolting — mumbling drowsy complaints under his breath before he’s squeezing his arms around you tighter.

“hah. very funny, it’s a natural occurrence.” alhaitham’s voice is still deep with sleep but the sound only seems to make the desire that twists in your abdomen feel thicker, although you still manage to reply quickly given his adorable drowsy state. “oh? and there i thought you had a crush on me.”

he snorts at that one, like you haven’t been together long enough for you to be living together, but despite you’re teasing you still help him pull down your panties when you feel his hands rest against your lower back.

alhaitham groans when he feels you pull away slightly to push your hands down the front of his waistband, taking a slow handful of his cock followed by a few languid strokes that have his breathing stuttering. you feel his large palm hook underneath your thigh before he’s pulling it over his hips, grumbling against your temple before he presses a kiss against the skin.

“hm, maybe i should teach you how to sit still when you sleep, sweetheart? then we could avoid these sort of problems.”

・✶ ｡ﾟKAMISATO AYATO

it always felt nice to wake up next to ayato, it was the serene but intimate moments that you actually got to have him all to yourself before he leaves to attend to his usual duties. he wakes you gently, with soft press of his lips along the dip of your shoulder as his chest presses tight against your back — coaxing you out of your drowsy haze and deeper into him.

“sleep well?” he breathes, his tone low and ragged and you can tell he hasn’t been awake long with the rough undercurrent it still carries. but it seems part of him has, when you feel the press of his cock against the swell of your ass as he pulls you closer.

“i guess since you’re so comfortable, did you?” you tease as you feel ayato breath out a laugh along the sensitive spots in your neck, before you’re helping him pull your panties to the side as he palms at your thighs to spread you wider. his fingers trace along your intimate skin to rub your clit lightly with two — followed by another press of his lips before he draws back.

“ofcourse i did, you’re with me afterall.” his voice is a low hum as he lines his cock up before pushing into you, you’re barely prepped but the pleasurable sting only makes you draw nearer as his words break into something breathier, prettier.

“don’t want you to go..” you hum as ayato’s cock grazes along the spot inside of you that have you grinding back into him — pushing his cock deeper into the saccharine squeeze of your pussy. it’s only a few seconds before his hips are tight against yours and hes drawing them back to begin a pace, followed by a soft chuckle that he buries into your skin.

“you know how i hate leaving you, sweetheart. i’ll have breakfast—hnghhh, prepared for you at once.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[mrsriddlenott]

I just had this random thought of AngryBF!Harry x Fem!reader where she helps him through his anger in many ways.

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Warnings: Smut. Anger. Aggressive Sex. Regular 5th year “angst”.

“I just can’t get a break. I went all summer without a scrap of news, I’m behind on all my class work, and now Ron and Hermione seem to think I’m a bloody DADA teacher.” You and Harry sat on the edge of his bed as Harry held his head in his hands ranting. “It was all luck, why cant they get that. It’s not like I have any control over my life and when I’ll be attacked next.”

You and Harry had only been dating since the Yule Ball but were serious nonetheless. When he would need comfort after the death of Cedric Diggory and when no one could properly owl him, you were there. You were the guide that kept him from making too much of a scene, but with Umbridge pushing Harry every second with detention after detention, and denying every part of what happened last year, Harry was on edge even with you.

“Harry, you have to see where they’re coming from don’t you?”

“Not you too! Merlin of all people I thought you’d understand y/n!” Harry snapped often these days, you knew it wasn’t necessarily his words, you just wished he could calm down.

“I do understand Harry, but if I’m not going to be of any help, I’ll just go.”

“No y/n/n, you know thats not what I meant. I just can’t get even a bit of control anymore and it’s driving me mad.” And with that, you suddenly had an idea.

“Well, I can think of ways you can gain control cant you?” At the change in your tone Harry finally lifted his head to see you.

“What are you implying Darling?” His narrowing eyes were already dark with anger and he seemed unable to focus.

“Well I was thinking, next time you’re all strung out like this, you can always come to me. Don’t sit and yell at Umbridge just to get stuck in detention when you could be spending your time with me, Love.”

“Yeah, I like that idea y/n” Harry didn’t take a second to think it over as he seemed to light up with a bright smile, already over his prior annoyances.

At first it wasn’t anything inappropriate, after classes Harry would often storm into your dorm or pull you into his, already yelling about a DA meeting or something Snape or Umbridge did. You’d simply talk and cuddle until he was okay. Eventually Harry realized just how distracting kissing you was and before long would have you pinned to a wall with his lips on your neck at least once a week. When he had noticed how exhilarating it felt to be able to grab you from anywhere in the castle and drag you to his dorm just because he was mad, he simply couldn’t stop. He absolutely adored when you’d let go of control just for him.

And thats how you ended up here, on hands and knees in front of your very angry boyfriend.

“No one ever fucking listens, no one lets me speak…except you of course, hands.” His voice softened as he spoke directly to you. While you laid your hands on your naked back, laying yourself forward onto his bed, Harry took both your hands in one of his as the other lined himself up at your entrance, slowly letting his tip ease into you.

“I have less and less time for myself, I just want to be able to do what I want whenever I want,” Without warning Harry slammed into you fully, pushing himself forward and resting his bare chest on your back, lips next to your ear as he spoke, “That’s you of course.”

“Are you okay still? You remember what to say if you don’t want to continue, yes?” You nodded your head from where it was on his pillow, “Words Darling.”

“Yes, I say Snitch.” You were breathless already as you uncontrollably clenched around him, forcing a sharp sigh from the boy above you.

“Good girl” Harry whispered as he started an unrelenting pace, straightening himself and pushing your abdomen down with his hand on yours.

“You’re perfect y’know that? Bloody perfect stress reliever you are.” He laughed softly as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

He was pounding into you so hard his bed shook and the curtains began to part on their own. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your moans of Harry’s name filled the room.

He drove into you with force you had never felt before, he was quickly forcing you into your orgasm as his pace remained fast and hard against your g-spot.

“Fuck I wann- Ahh Fuck y/n I wanna look at you when I come.” Harry released your hands and held your waist tightly as he flipped you around plowing himself back in as if he never left.

Harry smoothed the hair off your sweaty forehead, keeping eye contact and smiling softly, before bending down to kiss you aggressively on the lips. His and your own moans being drowned by each others lips as he came inside you, your juices mixing as they slid out around him.

“Fuck, I’ve needed this all week,” Harry sighed breathlessly as he rested his head on your chest, not making any attempt of pulling out. As he yawned, you slipped your fingers through his messy hair smiling and breathing heavily, “I love you Harry”

“I love you too Darling”

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[rodolfoparras]

So in SSKTJL, the suicide squad gets infected with Fear Gas because of Batman

For context, Fear Gas is a gas created by Scarecrow or Johnathan Crane, and when inhaled, you live through your worst fears until worn off.

And Digger's worst fear is everyone leaving him behind, being unwanted and forgotten. In the scene, George talks to himself, saying they've probably already left him. Calling himself a loser and and a coward and shit. He sees "NOT WANTED" posters of himself hung up around

(I can't do this anymore, bro)

What if Reader's worst fear was watching all of his friends/teammates die and losing them all🥰

Running around trying to listen to Harley's advice (because she knows Scarecrow and the toxin) but he just keeps hearing his friends scream for help and their bodies everywhere but he's literally unable to help them, because they're not fucking real but it's scary asf

And once it's all over, Reader is all over Digger the rest of the night. They're the closest, so it's already not that weird, but he's literally not giving Digger a MOMENT of peace. a hand on that man the entire time, following him everywhere, fucking sleeps on top of him to try and keep him safe

Mumbles to him all night about being scared of losing him and how much he cares about him and Digger's just "🧍‍♂️wut?" Because he genuinely believes that despite working with the team, he's very easily disposable and they could all replace him but don't because of Waller

Reader ramping up his affection for Digger after that because he's not gonna let him think that shit??

Idk where I'm going with this but I love him so much. Just wanna play with his hair and kiss his face 😞

-🐧

Cw: tooth rotting fluff, x male reader

Okay but thinking about you being unable to calm down even though the gas has long stopped having effect, even though you’re back in your current reality with all your friends where they’re all very much alive and doing well but no matter what they say or do you just can’t calm down

It’s like you’re still stuck in that place, watching all your friends die in front of you without being able to do anything, and Digger being Digger starts joking around, telling the rest of the team how they should just knock you out to make sure you get to sleep through the night.

But his words turn into squeaks as you pull him into a bruising grip, his head shoved into your chest, and your arms locked in an iron grip around his waist.

Unintelligible sounds escape his lips as he tries to push you away from him but you don’t budge an inch, if anything you hold him tighter, nuzzling your face into his honey blonde locks and inhaling his scent, and for once you actually seem to relax.

“Uh hello big guy? cant breathe here,” the sound of Digger’s strained voice sends the whole squad into fits of laughter, with them even making comments about how you’re his responsibility for the night before splitting up to get some rest.

“Alright alright that’s enough” digger says as he finally breaks out of your embrace “jeez I know I’m a lovable guy but even that was a bit too much eh?” Digger says, clearly being sarcastic as he proceeds to prepare his make shift bed.

He doesn’t even get to lay down properly before you’re on top of him, your body weight pinning him in place an arm once again locked around his waist.

“God dammit,” Digger grunts out as his back meets the harsh impact of the ground. “What’s with you tonight eh? Gas scared you that bad? What did you even see?”

And maybe it’s the hint of concern in his voice or it’s the exhaustion from todays events, but you decide to tell you him what you saw earlier today.

Surprisingly enough, Digger listens intently to every word you have to say, at some point you think he’s fallen asleep or spaced out because it’s so unusual for him to not interrupt but when you look up, you see the very much focused look on his face as he continues to listen to you.

Once you’re done speaking you peer up at him - only to be met with the sight of his furrowed brows as he worries his bottom lip.

This time it’s your turn to ask what’s on his mind, digger doesn’t waste a second before he starts to explain, telling you how he can understand why you’d be worried about losing king shark- he was a great asset to the team - or Harley - she was a smart cookie or dead shot - look at his name! who wouldn’t want a guy like that on his team ? but he can’t understand why you’d be worried about losing him.

He doesn’t say it in a self deprecating way, but rather as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, as if he’s speaking of the way the sun is bound to rise tomorrow and maybe that hurts more than if he were to say it in a self deprecating tone.

You’re swift to rise up, knocking the air out of his lungs as you go on a tangent about how of course he’s an important part of the team, promptly mentioning the many times he’s saved your ass or saved another member of the team, the many times he’d been the reason as to why they succeeded in whatever mission you were doing.

By the time you’re done you’re all out of breath, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace hands still hanging in the air and staring wide eyed at the Aussie man.

“Alright alright big guy I get it,” he says, now sporting a blush on his face and avoiding your gaze while bashfully rubbing at the back of his neck. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have a crush on the ol’ captain” Digger say with somewhat of a forced chuckle , and peers up at you beneath soft blonde lashes.

“Maybe I do,” you shrug.

“Wha-“

“Sleep digger, we have a long day tomorrow no?” You say, suddenly laying down again and pulling him into your arms before he can protest. You can hear him cursing under his breath but he doesn’t do anything to try and get out of your embrace. “Goodnight captain” you say with a smile on your face.

“Goodnight” he grumbles back as he tightens his hold on your waist.

#oh I loved writing this !! #captain boomerang #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang x male reader #digger harkness #digger harkness x male reader #digger harkness x reader #x male reader #male reader

[ttyls]

im so upset right now i cant even speak 😣😭his nervous hands :(( he's so scared and lonely :((((

gif frm @avengerscompound

noooooo devastated nervous anxious stevieeee 😥😢 when i think about the man out of time deleted scene, i could cry for a million years 😭 we have to comfort him!!!! we have to wrap him in love, tenderness, and give him something to live for!!!! 😖

Anew

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

word count: 394

warnings: none, but also fresh-out-of-the-ice sad Steve :-(

He looks so sad, almost like you that time you actually cried on this train. Nobody paid attention to you of course, but you still inwardly cringe when the memory finds you. He's rubbing his hands together like he’s trying to soothe himself.

This man seems like he’s strong enough to hold back until he goes home, but you feel so bad for him, bad enough to hand him a metaphorical tissue.

“Umm… excuse me, are you lost?”

He turns his head towards you, and his eyes widen ever so slightly when he figures out you’re addressing him. You ask again, “Are you lost? Do you need any help?”

His lips part a little to speak, but then he stops. He looks like he doesn’t even know where to begin answering your questions. Something about him makes you want to help, so you continue talking. “If you don’t know where to go or when you need to get off the train, I could help you.”

He nods in acknowledgment of your offer. “I… uh, thank you. My stop is coming up soon,” his voice trails off. He looks down at his lap where his hands are still clasped together. “I’m-... I’m new here,” he admits. His every word is crammed with nervousness and hesitation. His eyes move back up to yours and you hope your facial expression is properly conveying the empathy you feel for him. Maybe he’s from somewhere far away with fewer people and a different pace of life.

“This city does move very fast, but you’ll find your footing soon,” you respond. Trying your best to reassure him, you add, “If you’ve made it this far, there’s definitely something here for you.”

His eyes are now the color of gratitude and his mouth lifts into a small smile. “Thank you. I appreciate your words.” Lowering his voice, he continues, “I’ve had a hard time… adjusting, and I just-... I really needed to hear that.”

Thankfulness is written all over his face, and knowing you told him the right thing makes your heart sing. Any more of this and it might be the second time you cry on this train.

He brings his hand out for a handshake and introduces himself as Steve. You shake while giving him your name, and he says, “I’m glad to meet you.” You think so, too.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #asks #brandycranby

[http-finnick]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

cw: teasing, sexual jokes, flirting, just a fun drabble.

request: still feel like asking requests is weird but i rly like ur blog so🚶 Could you do a Finnick Odair x Reader were they meet/actually talk for the first time in that scene where Finnick talks to Katniss in that horrible bare-chested outfit that makes him look like a draft and then he eats pure sugar like ew 💀 after having that weird interaction with her he comes over to us and introduces himself and is all flirty with the Reader and the Reader actually flirts back what totally startles him but hes into it and Katniss is just like ???

you stood in the tight gown as you brushed the horse's back with your fingers, thinking about how you wished to be out of your 9-inch heels and back home.

your reminiscing was cut short with a scoff so loud you could've mistaken it for the bell chime that was supposed to announce your descent into the capitols viewing

you turn to see two of the most iconic capitol celebrities out there, Katniss and Finnick. you watched as they chit-chatted (more like monotone fighting) when you couldn't help but almost scoff yourself at the atrocious thing Finnick's stylist put him in.

you must've stared too long because his dark green eyes met yours as he popped a sugar cube into his mouth before walking over to you

"Hey Y/n" he says, leaning on the carriage as you're still hung up on how he said your name so smoothly you almost mistaken him from back home

but there was no mistaking Finnick Odair from someone back home. no, not with how he looks, talks, and even that glare in his eyes that almost makes your knees weak.

that's because Finnick flirts to see how weak you are. to see how easy you are, not for sex. but for the game. for the kills.

"Finnick, was it?" you say playfully, about everyone knows who he is, especially someone who has been in the games before

he laughs before grabbing another sugar cube from his pocket and messing with his between his fingertips, his eyes lingered on your body and you couldn't help but feel tense

"last time I saw you, you definitely weren't wearing a dress like this" his eyes darken on you. curse your stylist for getting the tightest dress out there with a slit so high you walked like a stick to not show anything

"cant say the same for you, you seem to always have your tits out" you grin and he couldn't help but laugh at your banter, not everyone plays into him every often

"Hopefully next time you'll be the lucky one" now he's closer, staring you down as a grin slowly meets your lips

"Hopefully we don't have to wait till next time" you couldn't help but feel immediate satisfaction as a shocked look fills his eyes yet that ionic smirk stays plastered on his lips

"See you, ally" he winked before running off, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you look ahead to see Katniss giving you what you can only describe to be a "what the fuck was that" face

you shrugged before spinning on your heels to start the way up on the carriage.

and when you stood with your tribute going at high speeds with people screaming everywhere, you couldn't help but see some dark green eyes staring right at you.

an: ahhhh I missed you guys so much! I've been so busy so i haven't been able to get back into my thg mindset even tho I'm obsessed with it lmaooo. being brain-rotted with thg and just being by myself makes me more quiet and happy and but because of the holidays, it's made me have to be more talkative and hyper almost. I haven't had time alone until his moment and I look back at how I was before with shock and sadness because I want to go back to my bubble :((( you know how when you talk to people you have to pretend you care to be nice so you make up a fake you? that's how I feel right now by myself, and that would be fine if I was sad or mad but I'm so neutrally fake happy it hurts. it'll pass overtime but it's gonna be hard because i have to do it again tomorrow and for the rest of the week ((more family time)) like ahhh i wanna be my old self by myself lmao. anyway!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the request! it makes me so happy you like my blog sm and this was so fun to write!!! mwah ily! <3

#finnick odair x you #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick x y/n #finnick x reader #finnick odair headcanons #finnick odair rp #catching fire #thg #thg x reader #thg headcanons #thg fanfiction #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair imagines

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

As you all know i love Justice League Meet The Batfamily au fics. And i was thinking about how i havent yet read one focusing solely on Signal. Heres one idea on how it could go

Im thinking a au where the JL know Batman has Gotham associates to a extent (aka that he has some, no one knows how many, theres "Robin" but Robin is obviously switched out by another person every few years, etc) and maybe they know Nightwing but thats it. The extended batclan are playing assassin. And Duke gets Bruce. Which is majorly daunting. And pretty much a guaranteed failure. Duke is disappointed but decides to give it his all anyways

Now, there are ofc rules. One is you cant get anybody at work or school. However, "work" only applies to day jobs. Night time escapades are fair game. So Duke targets Bruce where he'll feel safest: the Watchtower. Its basically off limits for the kids. Does that break some rules? Yes. But it doesnt break any of the assassin rules and therefore the defeat will still count

Duke has to recruit some help, obviously. Babs is absolutely down for this. She messes with the zeta to not announce him and does some other stuff. Maybe causes a annoying distraction? Maybe helps make it look like there is a intruder onboard and helps Signal pick off members one-by-one like a horror movie? Maybe Duke just sits in a vent for 4 hours? Maybe another batkid shows up and starts a scene so Batman is focused on parenting them while standing surrounded by his colleagues so he wont feel there is a threat?

Either way Duke shoots Bruce with half a canister of yellow paintballs when no one was expecting a attack/a gun fight

Bruce is shocked. He's just looking at his hand where his fingers touched "the wound" aka the paint. Everyone is either stunned in silence or screaming bc Batman is down

And Signal comes out in the open with the paintball gun on his shoulder all smug. And theres commotion before Batman starts laughing. Everyone looks over. And Bruce just wades through the JL before reaching Duke. Congratulates him, Bruce beaming with pride, and Batman hugs him. Commotion once more: "what just happened!?" "Who is this?" "Is Batman hugging?!" I like it when ppl write Bruce as affectionate around his kids so maybe its a excited swaying hug where Bruce is laughing as he pulls Duke to him and drops a kiss on his head. One of his kids managed to get the drop on him! he's ecstatic! This is a milestone moment!

and maybe then whover has Duke as a target shoots him right as everyone calms down

#hinacu dc #justice league find out about the batfam #batfam #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batman #the signal #prompt #dc prompt

[granolawriting]

hi can you do sith anakin x reader (reader has healing powers but no one knows it she is both fascinated and scared of anakin and watches him secretly (he senses it) everytime he walks in front of her etc) reader is maid and she is amazed by story of kybers and lightsaber. So one time her duty is hanging his robes so she goes to his room scaredly but after getting her job done she realizes his lightsaber is there so she cant help but examine, touch his lightsaber but he senses it and suddenly behind her after that idk yandere stuff happens and when he touches her he senses her healing powers so chooses her as his personal maid and makes her massage his temples everynight for headache, a bond starts to form between them

A/N: This is usually the kind of specificity I like to keep commissions for, but regardless I enjoyed trying out the scene building based on your suggestion! I appreciate your request :) I hope you enjoy <3

pairing: Sith!Anakin x reader

content warning: brief choking, power dynamic

word count: 3.2k

Your eyes watched him go by. Black enveloped by more black, a wave of terror rushes over you at the sight of his path. His robes define evermore the intimidation wishing to be imbued within his subjects as his path is blazed with red. Though with careful luck, you found yourself his maid. Or well, one of many. There was a great deal of women tasked with the upkeep of the empire, and so very often his own dwelling. But that was incredibly rare. No one was allowed so close to him, and especially to you all he was was but a mystery. 

You trace his body as it walks past you, watching as yellow eyes and the brood of a Greek tragedy coat his face peppered with strands of brown hair that fell to his lower neck. Though your eyes linger upon his waist, a specific item that never fails to catch your whimsy is the handle to the blade no one but him ever held anymore. 

Order 66. 

You remember watching that transpire. Though you were quite young, you remember the Jedi. You remember their blades, how they were formed, the kybers harvested from far-off planets and infused into specialized sheaths that harbored great power divinely intertwined with its wielder. When you were young you envied the force, yearned for it to grace you with it's presence though as you grew older and more practical, you settled for an infatuation with the lightsaber's story. And with your master, boss if you will, being the only one left with such a sight, it oftentimes shed from your mind that insurmountable fear of him, to one of fascination and wonder. What was his story? 

That's a question no one knew, and no one ever would know.

Fear washes over you. Immanent, impending doom. You slowly gaze up from where you allowed your eyes to wander for many moments too long, to find the eyes of Anakin staring back at you. FUCK. 

…

The silence is more petrifying than the words he could say. The fear of not knowing overtook the fear of what he was going to do and he knew that. However, after a moment longer, he left without a word. A clacking of heel against freshly cleaned tile slowly drifting off into another corridor as you are left with a heart rate that could kill. Your breath levels after a few more moments of silence enveloping you, an empty room, and a myriad of assumptions to be made. But regardless, your mind still sits on the sway of the saber along his belt. Its complexity still entices you as much as it ever has. 

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“You wish me to, drop these in his room?” 

Held within your hands are the robes that which Anakin wears on his daily excursions, often needing to be washed and repaired due to stains and wear; though the stench of blood could never quite leave it’s woven threads. 

“Is there a problem with that?” 

“Oh no uh, not at all. I just didn't know that was within my realm of ability” 

“Well, it is now. So do your job. And don't think we won't be making sure you don't do anything you’d regret.”

Stern eyes meet yours, for a droid that is. Your manager in a way, is a droid. A bit odd, but takes out the reasonability of a human to be compelled to go against code. This thing is more apt to kill you than anything else.

Though with little more convincing needed, you take the robes down the infamous corridor that seldom ever walked. You could feel the aura of his common passage seep from the metal beneath you as the hallway never seemed to end. Anxiety wells up in you as you approach its entrance. 

This is where Anakin lives. Lord, Anakin. 

A loud beep of a properly put-in keypad was what proceeded to a large hissing of the doors opening. You slowly enter within its realm, one slow foot over the other, scouring every area for possible life that you should undoubtedly be in fear of. Despite having a reason to be there, the intimidation lingers within every surface he’s touched, every glass held that lay on the coffee table, and undoubtedly the bed at which he sleeps that you stare at with eyes of awe. You saw Anakin for a moment, within this room. Not the Sith, but the man. You saw the empty glass of water next to his bed, the disheveled sheets that indicate a bed slept in, you see things left half open- the living of a person within these walls. Though one of the things you notice left open is his closet. Your destination is to be swiftly met and your activity finished. Before people start to question. You make your way into his closet, swiftly put his things where they belong, and exit his room. 

However, something stops you. It catches your eye, the glint of it's metal reflects off the sun that shines through his windows and you stop where you are immediately. 

His lightsaber. 

Why it wasn't with him, is a mystery you hold with much contemplation but all sense is overriden being in such close proximity to the single weapon you’ve been infatuated with since you first laid eyes on it. It’s almost as though it calls to you, sings to you. 

A head moving left and right, surveying its surroundings as you stand alone in this room does the desire grow too strong. Your hand outstretched, slow feet step closer to it. Until it's finally touched your fingers. The meer power exuding from it is never something you could have accounted for, but probably should have. A touch of fingers grows into a grip of fingers, and a grip upon it grows into both hands holding this item yearned for your entire life. You felt euphoric, this isn't something you thought you’d ever be able to feel, or experience. Eyes look down into its core and see the kybercrystal staring back at you, and with simple means, you find the blade ignited in a red beam of flame that relayed noise with every motion of it as you softly swung it in the open air. A smile coated on your face in a way you've never felt, joy so strong your face hurts from pure happiness.

This was very short-lived. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” 

your stomach drops as you hear a horrifyingly familiar voice sound behind you.

Anakin. 

It's, you, didn't even hear him come in. It's as if he appeared. The blade drops from your hand, sheathing itself in the process so all that follows its loss of grip is the hard clank of metal greeting the hard tile of the floor where you stood.

Hurried, petrified voice that only sounded a means for survival as your mind stayed blank with terror; 

“Oh please, god oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. Please sir don't hurt me plea-” 

Without another word you are thrown against a wall, feeling the choke of his hands from feet away as he holds his arm out to signify the force used to harm you. 

“Did you really not think I’d feel something like that? Do you know nothing, young girl? The moment you laid eyes on that thing it is as though you laid eyes upon me. Which I promise you I’ve noticed as well. Do you work for the rebels perhaps? Or are you just nosy?” 

your hand grasps at an invisible hand across your throat, restricted air desperately escapes your body as you gasp for breath within his grasp. All you can muster is a “No” 

“No what?” 

Furrowed brows and rancor coating his yellow eyes, a scowl across his mouth as he tightens his grip upon your neck as a sadistic means to give you a thought that you may have a chance to actually explain yourself. 

Though as your hands follow the lines of your neck, you feel the bruise forming around you heal. The strained vocal cords of a woman choked begin to grow well as you grace yourself with the one thing that’s made your world livable as of late. An attunement with life and death that has made you well-equipped to heal. You couldn't bring people back from the dead, but you could heal them from the brink of it. That included yourself, and though it's never been as useful as it is at this moment, it has saved you many times in the past. Especially others. 

His eyes begin to show sight of confusion at the lack of intense struggle; a sterner look upon your face as you try to heal yourself with hands softly drawn across your neck, he quickly notices the wounds on you disappear as he creates them. He stops his tournament for but a moment, taken aback at the sight of such a thing. A thing he's never seen before, the ability to heal what was once broken with powers within only yourself. 

“What do you think you're doing?”

You collapse to the ground, gasping for air but not nearly as much as you’d need to if it hadn't been for your healing. His voice is deep, laced with anger as his lesson on you didn't seem to reach it’s desired outcome, but regardless curiosity got the better of him as he truly desired an explanation for your ability. 

“Sir please I-, I don't want to die. There's so much unfinished for me to do and I just-”

“That's not what I asked. How are you healed.” 

You pause for a moment. Realizing that he noticed yet again what you try so hard to hide. Touching your neck ever so slightly you shift the direction of what you explain to him;

“This is, I can heal. That’s all that I can do sir. I don't do it too often, I don't know what it does. Or how I can do it, really.” 

“Can it heal others?” 

An opening. Your salvation. 

“Yes! Yes. Yes, I can. Please, I'll heal whoever you need me to. Please just spare me.” 

“Get out.” 

You pray thanks and run as quickly as you can. As your feet hit the tile that separated the entrance of his dwelling and the corridor you were in just moments ago, it felt as if an eternity was spent within the confines of that room. Confronting him as he stood there ready to kill you. You have never felt so grateful in your whole life, that you were able to make your way free after all you did. After touching, even playing with his saber. 

You touched his saber. 

It hit you then. That you finally actualized something that you allowed overtake you in obsession-- something that meant an unfathomable amount to you, something you’d dreamed of your whole life. And you got away with it. 

Desire overtook you, replaying those brief moments of freedom in your head over and over as you yearn for just another moment with it in your hands. Just a second more, the sound gracing your ears for just one more turn. But you couldn't. You barely saved yourself from his grasp the first time, there's no means to say he wouldn't do away with you if you ever tried something like that again. Like you could even get close again. You wouldn't be surprised if he just allowed a delay of the inevitable, that tomorrow morning there would be inquisitors at your door ready to whisk you away like they did any other rebel spy. 

You needed to sleep. There's nothing productive out of the fear you held within yourself, and as you slowly lulled yourself into a slumber that coming night, all that filled your dreams were action and power wielded within the saber. The feeling of it in your hand, the way it weighed on you, the power you felt exude from the weapon's very core only allowed more vivid actualization of what had been the dreams you kept for years upon years. You were enamored with Anakin even more after this point, and despite the fear that lingered deep in your heart, there's something to be said about feeling his essence for but a moment. It was something inexplicable, something fascinatingly complex. 

-----

“Lord Anakin wishes to speak with you.” 

A knock upon your door as morning broke followed by this request from a member of Anakin's innumerable messengers across the empire. He hands you a bit of paper requesting, or moreso demanding your audience in his dwellings at 5 in the evening that day. 

Looking at a clock shining a bright 7 a.m., all that welled within your heart was fear and anticipation. your door closed once the messenger had provided you with the information he was tasked with, and alone you stood for a moment at your entryway trying to gather what he could have wanted from you. You were insignificant at best, all that caught his eye was your increasingly daring behavior that hinged on means for execution. Though for some reason you lived, and for that very reason you held a modicum of faith that there was somehow a positive means to be in his private audience. 

-----

As your day drew to a close, every minute feeling like hours against the impending clock that determined at 5 pm, may you live to see the next day, or might you not be so lucky. Quickly changing out of your working clothes, you make your way to Anakin's room with an intense grasp on the time, so as to not be a moment too late. Or early for that matter. 

Stood outside the arched doorway of his room you sit there with a quickened heart. Anticipation and petrification consume you respectively as the only door that divided you from him was little effect in withholding the feeling of him right on the other side, the aura of a man who had little remorse. Sympathy. Consideration or especially means for compromise. It was what he wanted, or death. You reminded yourself, steeling yourself for whatever he may demand of you as you enter. 

“You may come in already.” 

His voice booms from the inside of the room. He could tell you were there. He could sense your fear no doubt, tell your presence from behind a steel door. You enter with haste.

There you find him sitting on a chair, waiting for you to approach him. With cautious steps you obliged, taking in all you could of your surroundings-- surveying for anything that may cue you in a second before he does. 

You stand a few feets' distance from him. 

“No, come here.” 

He motions his hand towards you, as you observe a face of indifference at the sight of you. It was better than anger. Much, better than anger. 

You arrive at around a half-foot distance from him, and with that he commands; 

“Give me your hands.” 

As he opens up with both his arms outstretched as you slowly move them into his, feeling a cold and calloused hand grab yours the moment they were in reach, and moving them slowly to his temple. You stood there in silence as he closed his eyes at the touch of your fingers upon his face, a furrowed brow that implied that you weren't providing for him what he had expected of you. 

And then it dawned on you. He wants you to heal him. 

“Would you, like me to heal you, sir?” 

A polite tone coated your voice to hide any semblance of anxiety or embarrassment. 

“Yes.” 

“Well, I can't quite do that without knowing the source. Can you tell me what you want to heal?” 

“Headaches. Migraines. Must I say more.” 

“No, no not at all. Thank you, sir.” 

And so with gentle hands along his temples, you feed within him the power that he has grown privy to. Though as you watch along his face an unforeseen tension seems to be released from his face as it grows softer under your touch. A scowl turns into a resting face, and a furrow of brows evens out for a feeling of tranquility you can only assume overtook the body of a man relieved of an incessant headache. 

And a tear, runs from his face. 

After a few more minutes you feel as though you’ve done all you can, and let up from his face. 

He looks at you for a moment, and you see someone you oddly recognize. For but a moment the gruff exterior of a man dealing with war looks upon you like, just a man. No amount of intimidation could negate the fact that he was just that, and as you healed his mind, you felt as though a bit of his heart was able to shine through in its place. 

“Very well. I expect you to report here instead of your usual station tomorrow from now on. Is that clear?” 

“Oh uh, yes sir. May I ask what you will be expecting of me from now on? What shall I do for you?” 

“You will be my personal assistant. Do you object to my order?” 

“No, no sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.” 

And as you turn away to walk back to your room, he calls upon you once more. 

“Thank you.” 

That is all he says, and proceeds to turn into his bedroom through a separate door. As you depart from his home, you feel within yourself a well-developed liking for Anakin that overshadows the fear you held for him. To understand him is what you desire most, and although to heal the mind isn't to be able to read it, you realize that much can be learned through what parts of a person hurt most. 

----

As time went on, to report to his door every day and follow his list of commands, cleaning his place, placing his robes, and most importantly healing his mind most every night, you began to learn intimate details of him that made him quite human to you. He was very slow to speak, only when it was absolutely necessary. But he was kind to you, and as time grew on he seemed to enjoy you as well. You gathered that no one visited him, no one really felt comfortable in his presence and that was something that drastically changed within your own feelings toward him.

 And as the bond grew even stronger, he had a room built for you close to that of his own, as a means to keep you closer for when he needed it. He was very hard of emotion, and in those moments of healing is really the only time you felt as though you could truly see Anakin. And there's cause to believe he thinks so as well. To heal his mind is to heal his heart in a way, and with every night spent together for a few minutes softened him up to you immensely. 

He felt vulnerable around you, and that made him feel human, even for just a moment. 

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[petrichor-idyllic]

2. Reader and Minho liked each other but noone had time to explore the feelings. But when Minho gets back from that night with Thomas in the maze the reader is so happy hes still alive and there is some tension building up...later on the keepers meeting (book scene) where Minho is a total hottie and says the most iconic stuff as usual reader cant help herself and once the meeting is over she suddenly kisses him.

This is a request from an anonymous user that asked for two in one, so I've had to separate them, and I'm bad at tumblr, but I'll post them at the same time to make them easier to find.

I actually whipped my copy of the book out to pull direct quotes from it. This was effort. Also, yes I know Chuck isn't there because he's the one that tells them about Alby, but this isn't here for accuracy points (I may or may not have also written the whole thing before noticing this myself but shhhh)

BEYOND THE OTHER SIDE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Book based fic. Fem!Reader.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive themes but under spice because of one slightly heated make out session.

"You're still here?" You don't even bother looking up to see that it's Newt. You're sat in front of the Doors with your legs crossed, Chuck using your thigh as a pillow as you told the boy to get some sleep, even if he refused to leave your side.

"What does it look like?" The British boy sighs, rubbing your shoulder.

"You know they're not coming back, right?"

You shoot him a glare, "Don't say that- if anyone can survive out there, it's Minho."

The last twenty-four hours have been a blur. First, Minho found a 'dead' Griever, resulting in a expedition for him and Alby to go check it out.

As far as you can tell, that thing definitely wasn't dead. That much was obvious when Minho came around the corner carrying an unconscious Alby.

Every part of your body was screaming to go in there and save them- help them- anything you could think of.

But Thomas beat you to it.

It had been a weird enough week as it was with another girl showing up a day after Thomas and the Box refusing to go back down, but this was definitely the hardest blow.

Now three of them, two of the most important people in the Glade, were stuck out there.

You would be lying if you weren't playing favourites.

You and Minho have an interesting relationship, to say the least. He helped you out when you first showed up in the Box. He taught you how to defend yourself and did a good job at keeping the other boys away from you. He's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and offers an understanding to your feelings of isolation that the other Gladers can't seem to grasp. It doesn't help that he's gorgeous and kind of funny.

All of this resulting in you crushing on him. Hard.

And the feeling is mutual.

And you both know it.

After a drunken confession (and make-out session) during one of the Bonfire nights, you both decided to just be friends. After all, maintaining a relationship in the Glade isn't an easy task, and it's key for Minho to focus on his work above everything.

So, you've both been pushing your feelings for each other down in favour of the greater good.

The sexual tension has been killing you, and him, especially when you've had a bit too much to drink and he keeps looking at you like that.

But this is painful. He's gone. He could be dead and you'd never see him again. Never having fulfilled your promises of a relationship once you both escape.

You've been sitting there all night. Both you and Chuck. Chuck for Thomas, you for Minho. Some early risers sent you both sympathetic glances but it just made you angrier.

You don't need their pity. They're going to be okay. They have to be okay- he has to be.

The rumbling of the Doors startles you, even though you've been expecting it since you sat down.

"Chuck," you lightly shake the boy, causing him to stir from his slumber, "Chuck, wake up. The Doors are opening."

He's groggy, but still eagerly awakes, pulling himself off of you and allowing you to stand up.

Gladers start to gather around as the giant stone entrance prepares itself to settle for the day. You, Chuck and Newt stand at the front of the crowd, Newt's hand still lingering on your shoulder in preparation to comfort you. The blond is far more realistic than you, but he still doesn't want to watch you crumble when the hope fades.

He knows your and Minho's relationship better than anyone else. He hears about it from both sides pretty much daily.

The Doors open painfully slow, almost like they're mocking you.

It reveals an empty corridor. Your jaw tenses, and you ball your fists, trying not to let your emotions take over as you look at the floor. Newt rubs your shoulder, and you can see Chuck anxiously looking at you from the corner of your eye.

It's like all the Gladers hold their breath, waiting to see your response.

But you don't get the chance to.

"No shuckin' way," your eyes flicker up to Newt, who is staring straight ahead. You follow his gaze, watching as Minho and Thomas stumble down the stretch of concrete.

"Minho!" Your voice is scratchy and you lose all care for the rules. Rushing forward, the Runner seems to be in far better condition than the Greenie, who looks like he's seen the Devil himself.

Your feet move beneath you, diving into Minho's arms. "Woah, easy, girly," he scoffs, but his muscular arms come around you. The hug is tight and full of enough emotion to show you how terrified he was.

He's alive. Oh my God, he's alive.

"Uh, this is sweet and all, but we need to get Alby down," Thomas interrupts. You pull away from Minho.

"He's still alive?"

"He better shuckin' be," Minho sounds like he's had quite the night. "Where even is he?"

"Come on- help us!" Thimas rushes to the wall by the Doors. To your surprise, Alby is strung several feet above the air, tangled to the wall with Ivy.

"How the..." You meet Newt's equal look of disbelief, but you all get to work helping your Leader down.

Thomas and Minho basically pass out the second they get to the Med-jack's hut. You let them. The next day is about to be interesting and they both need to rest.

The Gladers are already thinking about what this all means and with the revelation that Thomas had somehow killed THREE Grievers, the Glade is in some kind of uproar.

Some people are worshipping the ground that he walks on, and others want him burned at the stake. Gally is the chancellor of the latter crowd.

Alby's got the serum, so there's a ray of hope yet. But Thomas broke the rules.

Obviously, you're of the belief that Thomas has done a good thing. Alby and Minho might not have survived if it weren't for him- how could he possibly be punished for all of this?

Thankfully, that seems to be the majority opinion. But with Newt in charge and a hatred of the poor constructed democracy of the Glade, it's hard to say what will happen.

Which is why when it came to the Gathering regarding Thomas's existence in the Glade, you're stood right outside with Chuck, not so subtly eavesdropping in.

Nearly all of the Keepers came up in a group together- "veterans" as they call themselves. So, there's not much chance of you becoming a Keeper. But now you wish you were.

"What do you think they're-?"

"Shh, Chuck," you snap at the boy, hushing him as you try to make out something audible enough to gain information from.

The general chattering seems to be pretty pointless. It's just people saying the same shit everyone's been saying since the trio returned.

It doesn't take long for silence to settle, and for Newt to give the introductory speech that he is no doubt rolling his eyes about. The Keepers each take it in turn to state their opinions, thankfully most of them siding with Thomas.

Gally then has about a forty page essay on how Thomas is the spawn of Satan until Newt finally speaks again, "With no more words from Gally- go ahead, last but not least."

Minho's distinct voice fills the room. "I was out there; I saw what this guy did- he stayed strong while I turned into a panty-wearin' chicken. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."

"Good that," Newt almost seems relived. "Tell us then."

"I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners."

You and Chuck look at each other as silence consumes the inside of the room. Both of you wear expressions of disbelief, looking at one another to assure that you actually heard that correctly.

Unsurprisingly, Gally spoke first, screaming about how Minho should lose his spot on the Council for even suggesting such a thing.

Then chaos erupts as Newt desperately tries to calm down the boys.

"Shuck it," you really do pity Newt. He somehow got swept into everyone's bullshit and the man just wants to grow his plants. "I've never seen so many shanks acting like tit-suckin' babies. We may not look it, but around these parts we're adults. Act like it or we'll disband this bloody Council and start from scratch." A beat skips as Newt seems to compose himself, "Are we clear?"

The quiet from beyond the door tells you that they've all gotten the hint.

"Good that." Newt continues, before he seems to address Minho. "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward."

You and Chuck exchange another round of stunned glances. Newt's actually considering this?

There's no way. This isn't adding up. Minho would never give up his job- he's too good at it. And you've seen him injured and on prescribed rest. He hates it. The boy can't sit still for two seconds, even when he is in the Glade. If he were to just become a normal Runner, Minho would still be far too overqualified for the gig.

"It's easy for you shanks to sit here and talk about something you're stupid on. I'm the only Runner in this group and the only other one here who's even been out in the Maze is Newt." Minho sounds frustrated and still tired.

A bad mix, to be sure.

So, of course, Gally has to open his mouth. "Not if you count the time I-"

"I don't!" Minho shouts suddenly, making Chuck jump away from the door, but you don't move. Minho's playing a game here- you just know he is.

"And believe me, you or nobody else has the slightest clue what it's like to be out there. The only reason you were stung is because you broke the same rule you're blaming Thomas for. That's called hypocrisy, you shuck-faced piece of-"

"Enough," you're actually kind of disappointed Newt shut him down. It's about time someone shouted at Gally and just hearing Minho do it is making you feel some kind of way. "Defend your proposal and be done with it."

Minho takes a second before picking up again.

"Anyway, listen to me. I've never seen anything like it. He didn't panic. He didn't whine and cry, never seemed scared. Dude, he'd been here for just a few days. Think about what we were all like in the beginning. Huddling in corners, disoriented, crying every hour, not trusting anybody, refusing to do anything. We were all like that, for weeks or months, 'till we had no choice but to shuck it up and live. Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn't get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it's like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help."

You don't think you've ever heard Minho be this passionate about anything. It's definitely only adding to your liking of him, and hearing him agree with you with such determination is making your heart rate increase.

"But that was just the beginning. After that, he saw me give up on Alby, leave him for dead. And I was the veteran- the one with all the experience and knowledge. So when Thomas saw me give up, he shouldn't have questioned it. But he did. Think about the willpower and strength it took to push Alby up that wall, centimetre by centimetre. It's psycho. It's freaking crazy."

He seems to take a breath before continuing even further.

"But that wasn't it. Then came the Grievers. I told Thomas we had to split up and I started the practised evasive manoeuvers, running in the patterns. Thomas, when he should've been wettin' his pants, took control, defied all laws of physics and gravity to get Alby up onto that wall, diverted the Grievers away from him, beat one off, found-"

"We get the point," Gally stops, halting Minho's actually quite enthralling retelling of the events. "Tommy here is a lucky shank."

"No," Minho sounds completely furious, "you worthless shuck, you don't get it! I've been here two years, and I've never seen anything like it. For you to say anything..." He trails off, followed by a loud groan of frustration.

You feel angry for him. He's right, you don't get it- you've never had to experience the horrors of the Maze and Minho does it literally every single day. How can Gally even think he has a leg to stand on?

"Gally," he's suddenly scarily calm, "you're nothing but a sissy who has never, not once, asked to be a Runner or tried out for it. You don't have the right to talk about things you don't understand. So shut your mouth."

"Say one more thing like that," you can imagine spit flying from Gally's mouth as he throws the words at your future boyfriend, "and I'll break your neck, right here in front of everyone."

"Great," Chuck mumbles, "we're already at death threats." You shush him again.

Minho laughs.

A sound that sends shivers down your spine. Probably because you can tell what's about to happen.

There's a loud slapping sound. It's followed by the noises of chairs crashing and breaking and several loud, incoherent shouts.

"I swear, Gally," Minho's voice rings above the commotion, "don't ever threaten me again. Don't ever speak to me again. Ever. If you do, I'll break your shuck neck, right after I'm done with your arms and legs."

Damn.

That was hot.

Should that be hot? Do you have some interesting problems?

Probably, yes, but that can he dealt with at a later date.

"Holy shit," you murmur, Chuck humming in shocked agreement.

There's a lot more shuffling and arguing, but unfortunately, Gally decides to talk even more.

"Things are different now. You shouldn't have done that, Minho. You should not have done that. I know you hate me, that you've always hated me. You should be Banished for your embarrassing inability to lead this group." You're assuming that this is directed at Newt. "You're shameful, and any one of you who stays here is no better. Things are going to change. This I promise."

Well, that's... ominous.

"And you, the Greenbean who thinks he's friggin' God. Don't forget I've seen you before- I've been through the Changing. What these guys decide doesn't mean jack. Whatever you came for- I swear on my life I'm gonna stop it. Kill you if I have to."

You're quick to grab Chuck, yanking him towards you and out of the way of the door which flies open. Gally looks shook up, clearly Minho did more than just shout at him from his dishevelled clothing and red face. He doesn't even glance at you as he slams the door behind him.

He storms off, leaving you and Chuck to, once again, exchange glances before shrugging it off and returning to your original positions.

The discourse continues, mainly about Gally and the Changing and what it all means, with Frypan pointing out that the guy has obviously lost his mind.

The structure falls apart pretty quick. Newt giving up completely as he makes Thomas speak his piece.

Newt finally makes his judgement.

"Here's my recommendation. You broke our bloody Number One Rule, so you get one day in the Slammer. That's your punishment. I also elect you as a Runner, effective the second this meeting's over. You've proven more in one night than most trainees do in weeks. As for you being the buggin' Keeper, forget it. Gally was right on that count- stupid idea."

You know Minho's playing a game when he argues this. "Why? He's the best we have- I swear it. The best should be the Keeper."

"Fine," Newt just wants to leave at this point, "if that's true, we'll make the change later. Give it a month and see if he proves himself."

"Good that." Minho sounds completely unfazed, almost expectant of this outcome.

The vote commences with everyone agreeing to Newt's terms; even with some queries from Winston. Newt agrees to the proposal of another Gathering if shit hits the fan.

You pull Chuck out of the way again as the door flies open, most of the Keepers in a hurry to leave. Both of you flash them some slightly suspicious, sheepish smiles because you couldn't get away quick enough to play it off.

Thomas and Minho head out, leaving Newt in the Gathering room but they continue talking in the doorway.

"Keeper?" Thomas questions, yet to notice you. "You want me to be a Keeper? You're nuttier than Gally by a long shot."

Minho fakes an evil grin. "Worked didn't it? Aim high, hit low." He playfully nudges Thomas, "Thank me later."

Thomas notices Chuck, looking between you and the boy, who speaks. "That sounded like a real klunk show."

Thomas scoffs, playfully shoving the younger kid.

Jeff suddenly comes running over, stuttering over something about Alby wanting to talk to Thomas, which peaks Newt's attention, and he shoots out of the room, grabbing Thomas and dragging them in the direction of Alby. Chuck follows, probably to take part in some more eavesdropping.

You're definitely not the best influence.

"That was quite the trick, Keeper," you exaggerate the 'Keeper', causing Minho to grin at you as you casually lean against the wall, finally gaining his attention.

"You're one to talk- you could get time in the Slammer for listening in on private affairs."

"You knew I was here?"

"'Course I did- I always know where you are. Can't afford not to." You roll your eyes. Of course, he noticed you were there- he's too perceptive not to.

You take a moment to admire him. Despite getting in a fight and shouting his lungs out, Minho looks as perfect as always. And the things he said and how he acted so in control and determined makes you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What?" His voice becomes considerably lower. "You know you can't look at me like-"

In an instant, you stand up straight, grabbing his shirt with some force and yanking him towards you. He makes no effort to protest as you press your lips against his.

It's just a peck, but you're now very aware that this breaks the set of boundaries you'd both set.

"Shit," you whisper, "fuck, I forgot."

He lets out a low chuckle that almost has you squeezing your legs together. "You know, when I was out in the Maze, all I could think about was you."

Your heart skips a beat, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I just- I have everything I want right in front of me, and I didn't wanna shuck it up. But it took me nearly dying to realise I don't care anymore. This is dumb. I want you- and I can have you. Why wait?"

Your foreheads touch as his words bring tou closer together, noses touching, his eyes fixed on your lips.

"Why are you still waiting then?" That's all the confirmation he needs to ignite the kiss again. He pushes against you, your hands diving into his hair and humming into his mouth as you hit the wall behind you.

He effortlessly holds you in place, pushing his knee between your legs, hands holding your waist. Your lips dance against each other, tongues brushing just in the slightest, showing one another your wants but without taking things too far in such an open place.

"(Y/N)?" He breaks the kiss, panting more than he does after working all day.

"Yeah?"

"Do you, uh, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You scoff, taking him by surprise before pecking his lips once again.

"Yes, shucking obviously- I thought you'd never ask."

Wooo, finally finished this piece. It took me a hot minute but here it is. Sorry for any errors or anything, I've not reread it because it is very late but I just had to get this out.

Hope you guys enjoy :)

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[cerseimikaelson]

HIII CERSEI GUESS WHOS BACK (YOUR FELLOW WOTG FAN) WITH MY THOUGHTS ON COTG:

It is such a funny book, my fav jokes being the 'shrek, fiona, donkey' joke and an underrated classic in my mind, the scene where percy is like "There was screaming, crying and running in circles, and that was ✨just me✨" when talking about blanche's story (its so brutally honest and funny in a vulnerable way, which I will expand later on with the vulnerable part of it). It had so many iconic moments

It was a very low stakes, slow plot. You can tell Rick wrote it for the experience of reading our fav characters again (adding on to the fact that rick was made to write it by disney as additional marketing for the show, you can tell the plot wasnt thought of much), and ive seen people get mad over it, id love to know what you think!

This is a bit of a touchy topic. I've seen the people on the internet calling percabeth abusive with the constant name calling and the physical ??violence?? ( i obviously dont agree, but thats another topic), but something I've observed that everything that anti percabeths pointed out was toned down in the book?? Another post confirms that the majority of seaweed brains in the book was from percys pov and not annabeth actually saying it (like when hes looking at her expression and saying things like 'she looked like she was trying to say,....') and also when it comes to physical 'violence' (it feels so wrong to say bc i cant find another word lolol), the only things i found while rereading were 'lightly pinched my arm' and 'nudged me with her toe' which is wayyyy more toned down than ricks usual 'swatting my arm' or 'punching me' or 'judoflipped me'

One thing I admire so much about this book is the way he's written the characters vulnerability. percys way more open when he talks about crying whereas in the books its brushed over a lot, which is something the lovely @demigods-posts pointed out. annabeth tearing up when sally compliments her on something small like a cupcake, grover scared of percy and annabeth leaving him, and ofc percy. i saw someone interpret the river god scene as a ptsd induced panic attack, and i admire how rick has written it with so much angst, but still kept it light for the tone of the books.

another thing i love is how the characters dont revolve around percy as a main character (which is probably something rick learned while writing the tv show). annabeth has hobbies of her own, she's in her dream school, she is a busy woman and good for her. grover regularly goes to camp, and has his own conflicts with his gf and stuff. sally and paul are on their own arc with the baby on the way.

the fluff needs a special mention. every moment is so cute and sweet, there are way too many instances, especially with grover and percy which there was a severe lack of in hoo. them turning to seven year olds, percy and annabeths daily night iris message routine, the domesticity of the jacksons family

As usual, I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions too, im so happy i get to talk about it with you :))

Heyyy friend, how are you? Thanks for the ask!

Since you mentioned her, I LOVED Blanche. Iris is one of my favourite goddesses, so it was great seeing her. And I loved watching a god actually be ignored by their teenage child for once instead of the other way around. Blanche being a propel rebel with the monochrome was golden. (also, pink hummingbirds? lol)

It is obvious there wasn't much in terms of an actual plot with real structure, but it was fun and light-hearted and it does set the foundation for something in the future. Not all quests need to be high stakes, all-hands-on-deck, the world is coming undone. I liked watching the trio have semi normal lives (meeting up for smoothies after school) instead of constantly being on hero mode.

I genuinely had no clue people were upset about Percabeth's interaction in this. But seriously, violence? Did those people forget Annabeth judo-flipped Percy in New Rome, or was it okay then because it was a grand romantic gesture? How is punching someone in the arm to tell them they are being an idiot (provided you don't turn them black and blue of course) abuse? Percy and Annabeth are in a relationship, obviously they are going to be tactile with each other. Not to mention, people often nudge each other in real life and nobody shouts abuse then. I am rambling now but honestly this is the first I've heard of this and I have opinions.

I know Rick wrote the PG version, but can we talk about Zeus literally objectifying Ganymede at brunch and nobody but Hera (and Percy silently) batting an eye? Honestly, I am not a hardcore Zeus hater (although he is an a**hole) but the way Rick writes him he has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. I officially volunteer to be Hera's divorce attorney.

I really liked the idea of Annabeth having a secret fan club and having dinner with Sally, Percy and Paul every night. That was excellent.

I am already brainstorming theories about what the third book is going to be. Does it matter that WOTG isn't even out yet? Absolutely not. I kind of want it to be about Athena because her interactions with Percy are always 10/10, but that probably won't happen.

Feel free to send me asks about your favourite gods and goddesses, any headcanons you may have or anything you wish to discuss about PJO. You can also find me on ao3!

#cerseimikaelson #percy jackson #percy jackson series #pjo fandom #the chalice of the gods #ask #greek mythology

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Find me again - Astarion x Tav / reader

...oh, look. I really love a good dose of angst in the morning. *Not an english speaker, if you find mistakes here and there I apologize*

Warning: angst? Pairing: Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Reader

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Your kiss softens his heart, and in the aftermath it soothes him. Every kiss afterwards is gentle, tender, caring - like a mother to her child's wounds. The contrast makes him feel all the sweeter - that moment of ecstasy and then the overwhelming emotion of love and gentleness. And then, finally, the guilt sets in. He thinks he has done something horrible, and he breaks away from you so he can look upon the scene he made of you with a clear head.

"What-" you gasp, your breath still laboured and your icy eyes wide, your hand left lifted in the air, so confused.

No, no... What's wrong?

"Astarion...?"

His eyes can't meet yours as a wave if grief washes over him.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry."

He sighs, shaking his head and trying to push away this flood of grief. He knows what needs to be done, and he can't look at you while he does it. "I'm so sorry, I need you to..." His voice breaks.

"Please leave this room. I want you to leave this room. That's an order."

"No, no, no-"

You don't understand, you can't understand and the rumbling of your worried thoughts smash on you, transforming every feeling in pure, confused panic.

Did you hurt him? Shamed him in some way? Were you too forceful? Too much?

"Please, explain to me, please-"

"JUST GO! GET OUT!"

He screams, his voice raw from the stress of the situation. You have never heard such anger from him before, but you know that this is why all those other women and men have left him. This part where his emotions make no sense and he's blinded by grief. "JUST GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

He yells and screams, his anger a manifestation of his fears about you hurting him, of his fears of losing you entirely.

"I cant just leave you like that! There! Alone!" you're not shouting like him, but your voice is louder enough to be heard clearly.

You hurted him?

Your eyes are filled with that determination, the same cold type of determination a freezing storm can have on a ship in the sea. You're not backing down, you're not going anywhere. You clench your fists, leaving the bed and standing, looking him in the eye - but it only makes him more determined to make you leave. You're just going to want to hug him, kiss him, soothe him, and he can't have you this way. "I said go!"

His voice is breaking with emotion.

"You can't help me, and no one can see me this way. Just go!"

"You're crumbling. You're crumbling and you don't want for me to see you like that - but I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with you, at your side. The fuck I'm leaving, you'll have to punch me!"

Astarion freezes. The look in your eyes causes him to falter, the anger fading away into nothing but guilt and sorrow. Damn it. I'm going to keep hurting you with my emotions like this, but I really can't stand the thought of being alone right now. I don't want to see you hurt or confused anymore. "Please." He says softly as he sinks to the ground, trying to not cry.

"No."

You're next to him in a breath, pulling him in the strongest embrace you can deliver.

"You don't have to need to do this alone, really. And I'm not here for changing you - you with all your fears and hopes is the one I truly, really love."

"Really?" His voice trembles like he's trying not to break down.

"You're sure about that? You're sure that..." He squeezes and holds you tight but gently, not wanting to scare you but needing the embrace. He can't help but lean his head against your chest, breathing in your smell and your warmth. His heart races as he sits there in your embrace, his entire body trembling.

"I. won't. Leave."

There is no fighting with your stubborness, not when you care for someone so deeply.

"I don't care if you're falling apart, if you yell, are angry, want to hurt or you say you're weak and don't want me to see you like this. I'm staying through all of this, and more. Period. And then, when this storm has passed, you'll explain to me what's wrong - if you're willing."

As those words are spoken his whole body trembles and he holds you tighter, burying his face into your chest and just... He just cries. His body is wracked with sobs, and he cannot stop himself from breaking down completely now that you're here, letting you bear witness to everything. He's not even thinking about how he should be acting, he's just feeling so much pain and guilt and grief all at once, all coming out all at once. He's so relieved you're there, but so broken.

"It's allright. Cry all you need. I'm here, right here, with you."

You can feel the pain through his tears, and you embrace all of it, all of him, caressing slowly his back, holding him in your arms.

Gods, I'd wish to take away all that pain from you...

Your chin rest between his hair, your kisses upon his head. You were a wreck, you know what broken feels like. "Hush, my star..."

"I don't want you to... to see me like this. See me so weak. See me hurting."

He cries, his voice breaking as his whole body tries its best to release everything he's tried to keep inside. And he's so tired. So incredibly tired. He wants to fall asleep like this and just hope to see you in the morning with your reassuring smile by his side.

"How can I be so weak when I'm supposed to be the one to protect you?"

"The only one you need to protect right now it's you. You're strong, but you're hurt and you need to feel that hurt, or it'll never go away. So, stop worrying about me seeying you like the human being that you are. I'm here for this, not for the perfect illusion of yourself that you want deperately to give to the others."

You manage to hold him better on to your chest, sitting in a more confortable position.

"But I am supposed to be strong. I'm a vampire, I was literally made to lure and fight and kill for a cruel master. I'm supposed to be tough in order to survive something as harsh and terrifying as that. What would you think if you saw your guardian, your protector, in a state like this? Crying, shaking, whimpering and broken. What could I do to make you believe that I could ever keep you safe?"

"Dear, you're not prince charming. And I'm not a damsel in distress that needs rescue. I'm fine, I can protect myself, just as much as you can protect yourself." You keep stroking his back and kissing his hair, the tip of his ears, hoping to share some comfort with him, to give him some calmness, reassurance.

"Anyway, I could never think any less of a guardian so human and so sweet. I'd prefer it thousand times than a perfectly solid statue without emotions."

For a moment, those kind, tender words are just enough to soothe him. He stops shaking and the trembling in his body eases. And then, just like that, he is filled with rage once more.

"What the hell!? I am NOT human! I'm a damn vampire!" His grip on you tightens as he continues to cry.

"I'm not sweet! I should be a rock, an unmovable object, a solid brick wall! My feelings should be buried deep deep down and never seen again!"

"Well, Im not human either. What's the difference? What matters, anyway? You're still a being, even if undead. Your feelings doesnt make you less. The other way around, actually. And I love you for not keeping that feelings buried inside."

"Damn it!" He yells into your chest, squeezing you even tighter than before to the point where you think he might actually just crush your chest.

"Why!? Why can't I bury my feelings!? Why does it have to be you? What if I hurt you?" He shakes and quivers and holds himself so tightly, but he can't help but sob again.

"What if I accidentally hurt you? It's so much safer if I just lock myself away and never have any feelings at all."

"Don't dare. Don't dare lock yourself away from me and deny your feelings." Your words are sweet, but with an edge of seriousness. You hold him closer, you don't care if the weight crushes your lungs or your breath away.

"I'm here through the good and the bad. I've chosen to be there, by your side. Whatever will happen, I know the risks - and call me foolish, I know we can survive through this."

"What makes you so damn certain?!" He says, not trying to shout but not being able to keep his volume down. The frustration in his voice is palpable, and it's only made worse by the fact that you can't help but be so optimistic.

"What makes you think that one day I won't slip and just..." Kill you. He can't say it, not out of shame of thinking it but out of the fear of making you worry. How could you survive that? How could anyone survive that?

"Look at me."

You hold his head between your hands, lifting his chin, gazing deep in his eyes with your icy irises.

"I survived Cazador, just as you. I can survive you lashing out. I'm able to defend myself. And if its destined to happen anyway, in a way or another..." A bit of a smile, your smile, so damn sweet. A tear trail down to your cheeck.

"I'm an elf. You'll find me again. I'll go through my reverie and... just find me again-"

Astarion freezes as tears flow down your cheeks.

No. No. No. He shakes his head, his tears falling as well now.

"No no no no no, there is no way I'm letting you just reincarnate! I don't even know if you would, the reverie is a risk. I can't have you just risk that, not when we could just..."

"If you-" If he kills you. *If*.

"It'll take a lifetime for me to remember you. But I'll do, eventually. In another body, with another smile. You'll have to just keep searching, but I'll come back in your arms."

"No, no you don't understand. The reverie is dangerous. It's possible you..." He shakes his head and his breath is coming in gasps now.

"It's possible you'll just... be gone. No coming back, no nothing. I... I can't let you risk that! You mean too much to me... I just got you, I can't lose you again! I can't!"

"It's in the worst case scenario. You dont have to be so worried."

You embrace him with all yourself. Sure you'll have a long life to live ahead... but one day, you'll be gone as everyone, while he - he is immortal.

"But if that will ever happen... Just promise me, you'll find me again. Please."

"Why does it have to be like this?!" He cries, his fists pounding against your chest, "Why can't we just be like other people? Why can't we just have a life together, happily ever after without all this madness and danger and... and..." His eyes start to close as you hug him tightly.

If we're not going to be together forever, at least we can have this.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion x reader

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Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re projecting onto Fizz a lot regarding the whole “he needs to go back to the circus” thing. Like I don’t know you, I don’t know your story, but it’s something that’s not really a part of Fizz’s story at all in canon. He’s moved on. That doesn’t mean he can’t interact with anyone other than Ozzie ever again (some fans make them WAY too codependent). But I don’t think it’s healthy for him/you to dwell on that.

There’s no “right way” to say something as rude and silly as this to somebody, because I have a headcanon or theory about a show that you don’t like, lol? Are you trying to embarrass me into shutting up?

I cant get to the bottom of why the fandom wants to pretend that he isn’t from that place, you want to pretend it never happened and is never mentioned again. Ever. Why? Is he too clean for such a dirty past of poverty? Do you not want to see him have a single positive connection to his past. Or did it all mean nothing and Ozzie fixed it all. Maybe I don’t know your story but could you be running from your past, hiding from the people from it, and projecting onto fizz 🙃/j

Another case of ‘arguing against something I didn’t say’ disease…that’s one thing that infuruates me.

I dont want him to go back to them forever and to leave Asmodeus and move in with them💀 I want him to have conversations with the people who for all intents and purposes, are his family. So we can see what the dynamic was like and how it changed. Hell, even if it’s Cash Buckzos funeral and we see the whole troupe reunited and talking to each other for the event. Then getting into it about who all his money should go to, cause the twins don’t want it, or something. Loonas family/parents also left her. That doesn’t mean we should never see a scene where she meets them and speaks to them.

Just look at these characters from the past. Five jester clowns who look almost exactly like Fizz does now. The difference is their hats have the original logo, fizz has a heart. Hey, maybe he still keeps one of his jester hats with the old logo on it which he keeps hidden away in the back of the wardrobe, gathering dust, but he doesn’t toss it out. Like you seem to think he should. Because not every memory is bad, and that’s ok. Pretending you don’t have a past and don’t have any relatives or memories, that is what’s unhealthy anon.

Isn’t there a part of you that would be interested to see him finally not feel like he’s completely out of place and feel like he’s one of them and they aren’t lost forever like he thought? He keeps saying how much he’s lost, over and over in Oops and his song. And in Mammons, it’s painfully obvious that him losing his entire home family and life in a horrible accident, is what makes him so afraid to “lose” (—it all again) The second life he built. You’re acting like he’s not lost anything. And isn’t even traumatised anymore cause he has Ozzie. Cause uh, lemme tell you that’s not how trauma works.

Wouldnt it be nice. Just once. For there to be a typical family moment where he’s mistaken for and called by one of their names by accident? And he laughs and is happy, because that’s not something that ever happens? He doesn’t feel like he sticks out so much? Heck I ship him with Blitzø and I’d never want for Blitzø to be the one and only person who ever mattered to him back then. That’d be strangely isolating. Acting like he has no past kills his story.

You guys are really…really weird and defensive about me wanting him to talk about his past, look back on it, actually show us him mourning it even. It’s not going to threaten fizzarozzie. Calm down. You’re literally pretending where he grew up, where he was injured, and who raised him from a child isn’t an important part of his story. Only Asmodeus is?? Wtf. That’s actually ridiculous. Do you also never want Barbie or Blitzø to ever ever dare speak of it again? Cause it isnt part of their story?

#helluva boss critical #fizzarolli #the circus topic

[emolooswrld]

The other woman

part one

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, strong language, angst galore, cheating, jealousy, chrissy being a cunt, bullying. i think that’s it, if there’s anything else lmk

summary: it had been two days since your encounter with eddie in the woods and eddie had asked you to meet him in again to explain himself. everything seemed to finally fall into place until someone had overheard you both in the woods and they were not happy about it.

note: pt.2 as requested🥰 and before you ask, yes there will be a pt.3! im sorry in advance for this. ik y’all want that happy ending but i just cant make it that easy. all ill say is don’t stop reading👀

It had been two days since your encounter with Eddie. You had isolated yourself in your bedroom. You barely ate, you barely slept, you barely even moved. You hadn’t been to school and your friends were starting to worry about you, Robin in particular.

You woke up to Robin bursting through your bedroom door. “Y/N! Where have you been?? I’ve been forced to hang out with Steve and he’s great but you know how annoying he is with girls and all-“ she stopped mid-sentence after seeing the state you were in. You couldn’t say you blamed her.

You hadn’t showered, your hair was a mess, and you still had left over mascara under your eyes from crying. “What happened? You look horrible-“ Robin clasped her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just- you know, you definitely don’t look your best.” You sighed. “It’s a long story.” Robin sat on the end of your bed. “I have time.”

You told Robin all about you and Eddie. When you finally finished, you didn’t think you'd ever seen Robin speechless before. Her eyes were wide and her jaw slack. After what felt like an eternity, Robin finally spoke. “Okay, a lot to digest here. First off, what an asshole! I mean seriously. Do you want me to talk to Steve? Maybe he could bring out the bat.” For the first time since you had left the woods with Eddie, you smiled. “Robin, I think you’re forgetting Steve has never once won a fight.” “Yeah you’re right. I’d probably do more damage than him. And that’s saying something!” You laughed at that. “I appreciate the gesture, but I really don’t think seeing Eddie get beaten up will make me feel any better.”

Robin had talked you into finally taking a shower. Mostly by commenting on how much you smelled, but it worked nonetheless. She also made you eat something that wasn’t just a bite of toast. You were beyond grateful to have her as your best friend.

After you finished eating, Robin asked “So what are you going to do? You can’t just stay cooped up in your room forever. Don’t let him have that power over you.” Maybe it was because of how Robin had said it or maybe it was because you had finally gotten a clear head, whatever it was, you had agreed with her and decided you would go back to school tomorrow. Regardless if Eddie was there or not.

As you pulled into the school parking lot, you were immediately filled with regret. There he was, perched up against the side of his van with Chrissy right next to him. You swore your stomach dropped all the way to your toes. Thankfully, Robin had offered to ride to school with you. She instantly noticed the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Hey, don’t let it bother you. You’re the bigger person, remember?” She rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. You took a deep breath. “I’m the bigger person. Got it.” “You’re damn right you are!” You giggled, your nerves finally subsiding. “Okay, let’s go.”

As you made your way towards the entrance of the school, you could feel Eddie’s eyes burning a whole into your back. You tried your absolute best to shake it off. You stared ahead, not daring to spare him a glance.

Your day went by surprisingly fast. You had managed to not run into Eddie or Chrissy in the hallways. You actually thought you might get through the day without any drama. Until you reached your locker.

As soon as you opened your locker, a folded up piece of paper fluttered out onto the floor. You looked around to see if anyone was in the hallway, no one was. Slowly you bent down to pick up the piece of paper. As you unfolded it, you immediately recognized the handwriting. Your heart dropped.

Meet me at our spot during lunch. I’ll explain everything.

- E

You re-read the note about 10 times before you could even begin to process what it said. Your first instinct was to rip up the note into a million pieces, but then your feelings took over. You debated telling Robin and asking her what she thought you should do, but before you knew it the lunch bell rang and you were already making your way through the football field and into the woods.

It was like you were on autopilot. You reached the picnic table in the woods before you even knew what was happening. As soon as you saw him, you had to fight the urge to turn around and leave.

He was faced away from you. His chocolate brown curls flowing slightly due to the wind. He was wearing his usual leather jacket with a flannel underneath, paired with black jeans. You stood there for a few minutes, just observing him. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of a twig snap, that he finally turned around.

When his eyes met yours, he looked relieved. As if he was expecting you not to show up. “Hi.” Eddie sounded nervous, you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound so unsure of himself. “I don’t have a lot of time so say what you need to say.” It came out more harsh than you had intended, but it’s not like he didn’t deserve it.

“Okay.” He paused. “Look, I didn’t mean for what I said the other day to come out how it did. I was never using you. It’s just- there’s a reason why I didn’t want to break up with Chrissy.” There was something behind his eyes you couldn’t quite make out. “And that reason being?” You questioned.

“I was scared.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been the freak. Hell- I’ve been bullied almost all my life. And when I started dating Chrissy, everyone finally stopped messing with me. Not that I really even cared what other people thought about me, it’s just nice to finally get some peace and quiet. I was scared that if I broke up with her, it’ll become even worse than it was before. And it’s not that I don’t like Chrissy, she’s great. But she’s not you.”

It was silent for a while after that. You took time to truly take in everything Eddie had said. On one hand, you really did understand his reasoning. You had watched him get called names and get into fights. You had always felt horrible about it, he never deserved any of it.

On the other hand, you still didn’t know if you could forgive Eddie for what he had said to you. You didn’t know how you were ever going to be able to trust him again. “So, where does this leave us?” You had finally asked.

“I know it was only two days, but not being around you or seeing you made me realize that I don’t care about the name-calling, the fights, or what anyone has to say about me. I want to be with you. And I know I was an asshole. I truly am sorry about how I acted. I know I need to get my shit together and I will. If you still want this, I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I- I love you.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when those three words left Eddie’s mouth. He sounded so genuine. You knew it would take time for things to get back to where they were. You needed to be able to trust him again for this to ever work.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke. “I love you too, Eddie. I always have and that’s why I need to be able to trust you for this to work. I don’t want to get hurt again, I can’t get hurt again. We can’t just go back to how things were between us. It’s going to take time and effort.” You looked up at him, waiting for his response.

“I know that it’ll take time and I’m willing to put in the effort. I’m so sorry I hurt you and I promise I never will again. I’ll break things off with Chrissy tonight and I’ll take you out on a real date this Saturday.” He paused. “I really did mean everything I told you. It’s you and only you. I love you y/n.”

Eddie's brown, doe eyes stared into your own, searching desperately for an answer. You knew you were never going to hear the end about this from Robin or any of your friends for that matter, but you decided to give him one last chance. If he broke this promise, that was it.

“Okay.” That was all you could manage to say. “Okay?” Eddie asked with a relieved smile. You nodded. Before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang. “I gotta get back, but meet me here tomorrow and we can talk more.” Eddie said as he made his way to the trail. You watched as his figure disappeared into the trees. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you slowly walked back to school. Maybe everything would finally work out as you hoped.

Neither of you knew that Chrissy had seen Eddie slip the note into your locker. She followed him into the woods. She had heard everything from her place behind a tree. Chrissy was livid and she wanted revenge.

The rest of your day went smoothly. You couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. You were finally getting what you wanted. Everything seemed to be falling into place. Then it happened.

The final bell rang and you had made your way to your locker. Only to see a group of students gathered around it. They were giggling and snickering. You shoved your way through the crowd. The sight in front of you made you want to throw up.

“Home wrecking slut” was written across your locker in bright red marker. Everyone was pointing and laughing at you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You turned to try and run into the bathroom before the tears fell from your eyes, but Chrissy stopped you.

“You fucking slut. You really thought you could sleep around with my boyfriend behind my back and I wouldn’t find out? Are you that desperate for attention?” You could feel the tears running down your cheeks. “Are you really fucking crying right now? God you’re pathetic.” You shoved passed Chrissy before she could say anything else. You could hear the laughter of everyone behind you.

You ran to the parking lot, trying desperately to get to your car before you could run into anyone else. The universe, apparently, was not on your side today. Your eyes were so blurry from crying that you didn’t see the person in front of you before you ran into them.

“Woah! Hey y/n, what’s wrong?” You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Eddie. Of fucking course. “Are you serious?” You screamed at him. “What? What the hell happened?” Eddie tried to grab your hands but you pulled them away from his grasp. “Don’t play dumb Eddie. I know you told Chrissy about us. Did you tell her to write that shit on my locker too? After everything you told me in the woods today? It was all a trick right? To pay me back for not wanting to hook up with you anymore. And to think I actually fucking believed you. God I’m so fucking stupid.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t tell Chrissy anything!” You scoffed at him. “Yeah right. I’m done. Fuck you Eddie” you shoved passed him. You could hear him calling after you, but you ignored him. The second you got in your car you drove off. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were doing. All you knew is that you were done with Eddie Munson, for good.

What you didn’t know was that Eddie genuinely had no idea what you were talking about. But he was going to find out.

No matter what.

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#joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things cast #stranger things season 4 #eddie x y/n #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 13 stray thoughts

(everytime i think ive posted this i look in my drafts and its still here..... maybe i was too unhinged and tumlr is trying to spare yall)

-northsonic influencer era finally paying off. its time for these volggers to bring justice!!!!

-sonic's insta story:

- DID HE KILL A FUCKING KID WHAT THE FUCK

- jeff get his ass THIS ENDS NOW!!! TONY YOU WILL CRUMBLE

- alan hiding jeff behind him is so funny like jeff is the one with alpha healing but ok

- winner is still taking me out like how did he end up high ranking in this mess

- jrgkhksghjshggjka sonic being like stop tapping me with your gun im concentrating 🥺

- is winner just a northsonic anti or is he the only character unaware hes in a bl

- its the way north always puts himself in front of sonic but sonic holds him up from behind :/

-winner, my baby, put the gun down. look at me, look at me!! this isnt you. stop this!

-winners pathetic ass i told you he wouldn't last in organized crime. oh they kicking the SHIT out of him. oh poor guy

-the fight scenes this ep >>>>

-pete i get but why do babe an way know how to shoot guns nvm babe keeps missing

-WAY NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOO WAY GET UP GET THE FUCK UP STOP MESSING AROUND WAY GET UPP

-babe and tony having a slayful baby hairs off

-STAWP WITH THE FAWKING FLASHBACKS ENOUGH! oh babe

-KENTAAAAA AND HIS KNIFE LETS GOOOOO

-all of tonys kids watching him die..... all having a different reaction....

-x hunter wathcing way die....

-WAYYY STOP THIS GET UPPP STAND THE FUCK UP WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WAY STOP IT YOURE GOING TO THE END WITH HIM WAY STOP

enough...

-pete crying in the back... im going to launch myself into the mid atlantic

-WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY ABOUT THESE DAMN FLASHBACK SEQUENCES ENOUGH

-god pete was gone fromt the first meeting....

-northsonic lost their big brother ive had it lets wrap this up i cant take it

-god babe is next no im looking away i will not see

-charlie just wants babe to be happy...

- oh he just wanted babe to be taken care of…. oh he keeps a scrapbook…

- kim’s autistic swag is radiating so hard

- babe having to do the focus….

- this man is pregnant good for him. good for papa and mama

- can charlie absorb enigma powers asking for a friend and his pregnancy test

- did they kill winner where is he

- awwwwww. i wish i was that good at setting up picnics

- ITS OVER NOOOOOOOOOOOO

this was a fun show to watch and also the first piece of omegaverse media i ever finished.... so a good introduction agjkjgalkjg

#abe watches #pit babe the series

[pyroangelo]

I cant stop thinking about the distinction of reading buddie moments into the episode vs analyzing it through the lenses of Buck’s jealousy. I just keep getting stuck on the idea that Buck and Eddie were kinda just being bad friends to each other.

Eddie was so flippant throughout, right at the start he does ask Tommy if Buck’s tagging along to Vegas but when he hears Buck isnt he just shrugs and then they’re off. Then he’s kinda not meeting Buck’s eye that entire call with the cyclist trapped in the sewer. And again fully asking Buck what his plans are and then just shafting him to babysit Chris is truly wild to me.

But then we have Buck who likes Tommy and wants to get to know Tommy, see that Eddie and Tommy got real close real quick and instead of communicating or anything, his insecurities take over and he’s seething jealous, he’s feigning interest in a basketball game Eddie’s already asked him to come to several times as an excuse to see Tommy. Sure the scene in the firehouse where Eddie’s on the phone Buck is so desperate to get his attention, another time where they’re honestly just being bad friends and not communicating, Buck’s not outright saying he wants to hangout and Eddie’s not paying any attention to Buck. But again Buck only wants Eddie’s attention so Eddie can ask him again to come to the pick up game, he fully orders a new ball from Amazon to keep feigning interest.

And then he’s dragging Chim into his mess so he has an excuse to go to game, love Chim fully just seeing through Buck and saying he’s his “basketball beard.” Then he fully tackles Eddie, maims him(his own self-deprecating words) and then he finally gets Tommy to come and pay attention to him, and he admits “trying to get your attention has been exhausting”

So it was never really about Eddie and Buck feeling like he was being replaced as Eddie’s best friend, the fact that Tommy brings it up and Buck kinda just brushes that off tells me that Buck really isn’t cognizant of any romantic feeling for Eddie, at the moment at least.

There are three ways I see at framing the jealousy, First Buck thought what he was feeling was jealousy at Tommy being friends with Eddie, with how his pep talks with Maddie were going im sure it felt like that at first. Second theres feelings of jealousy buddie fans are projecting onto the situation, i am guilty of this too. But the third is the truth that Buck’s jealousy was actually directed at Eddie for monopolizing Tommy’s time and we can see that in Buck’s actions theoughout the episode. Everything Buck did was to try insert himself into Tommy and Eddie’s friendship.

That thought has kept me rewatching the episode. And my little Buddie heart is at odds with it still because man Buck and Eddie just kinda treated each other poorly this episode. But i guess the Miscommunication tag is popping for a reason and the jealousy is seething through everything. Eddie was mainly an obstacle to the friend Buck really wanted to make and he didnt communicate any of his frustrations to Eddie about it. And Eddie was just not really regarding Buck at all in his new friendship with Tommy.

Two steps forward one step back. Paula Abdul save me from these teen drama ass firefighter.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #i am not immune to jealousy fic writing tactics #rant #911 7x04 #long post