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#i worked really hard on that bc it's so easy to make the sad ones
taketheringtolohac · 11 months
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had to take a zoom call from the mall today bc would it really be a semester of college for me if I wasn’t at risk of failing at least one class?
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theghostofashton · 2 years
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#sometimes i wonder how things would've been different if mercedes had been the main character instead of rachel#and not even bc i'm not a fan of rachel i just feel like narratively considering both of their characters.....mercedes works much better#the concept they were going for w rachel fell apart after like s1 bc they started trying really hard to make the audience feel bad for her#she'd make a poor decision but it wasn't allowed to just exist as a poor decision the writers would do the most to make her seem justified#the narrative would always prioritize her and try to justify every single thing she did which created a lot of problems#and the concept of rachel's character as this driven and ambitious person with big dreams who will stop at nothing to make them happen#is such a compelling idea and would've worked so well if she wasn't the main character if she was doing things people were horrified by#but always in the name of self preservation and making her dreams come true she would do anything to make that happen#that's interesting and that has a lot of potential#mercedes was never like that mercedes at her core is someone who will be supportive and kind and warm to everyone#she's always believed success for her doesn't need to come at the cost of someone else#she's friends with most of the characters early on and she's very easy to root for#the writers honestly wouldn't have had to do much to convince people because her characterization supports being a main so well#the reason this gets me is bc w rachel it's like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too wanted her to be cutthroat and ambitious#but also humanize every single decision and lather on audience sympathy for everything#that....doesn't work w the concept of her character it's like they tried to have the best of both and they contradict each other#god just......this is one of those things that makes me so sad lol mercedes as a main character would've fixed so many problems#ik it was 2009 and the world would not have received it well but in a perfect world she would've been legendary#and i'm so sad it didn't happen
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unluckilyimnot · 1 month
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catch your face before you can hide your blush
rayne x reader (mashle)
fluff
m.list
note: me thinking so damn hard about a neutral way to say "she's just a girl" bc yes it's a joke but not inclusif enough and ugh it turns out bad
Feel free to request! Take a look at the rules before :)
I hope you enjoy !
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 It’s not that you don’t like to work with Rayne, it’s the opposite in fact. He always has the right word, a good point to make and it’s easy to explain your point. But if there was one thing you had to point out, it would be how seriously he looks at you when you work. Or when he doesn’t have anything to do, in fact.
Yes, you were sensitive to his charms, but you don’t know if he’s conscious about it at all. Whenever he talks, you have to stay focused on what he’s saying without minding too much his voice, or just even his lips – which are usually dry, you wished you could hand him your lip balm without thinking of the indirect kiss that would create. You’re just a normal teenager, you lose it easily around your crush.
But right now, your real problem was that you were talking and he was listening. Which means that he, it seems like, has to look deeply into your eyes when you make eye contact. Things are, you can’t stay concentrated when he glances at you that way. There’s something so simple yet interesting, he’s drinking all your words as some divine speeches and your brain stops braining. You found yourself mumbling a few words that don't mean anything anymore, you can’t bounce back on you last words because you already forgot them ; and of course you don’t miss the way his eyes fell on your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes.
You can’t help but look away, a burning hot feeling on your cheeks and the second you turned your face away, something cold grabbed your before you could. Your eyes are back into his, getting lost when he doesn’t say anything, simply holding you still.
You’re alone in the library, it’s about to close yet you still have so much to do but it’s like time stopped. He can’t get his eyes off you, nor can you. Cat got your tongue for a few seconds that felt like minutes before you opened her mouth.
“Why do you always look at me like that ?” you whisper, scared that if you speak up you’ll break something.
“Can’t I when you talk to me ?” You’re losing it. Your mouth is dry and keeping the eye contact is killing you. If he looks at your lips one more time you’ll be a goner. Moving his fingers along your jawline instead now, he got a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. “So ?” he insisted, since he didn’t hear your answer but you only nodded at him.
Then his eyes took another peek at your lips, and he’s about to speak again, but you can’t help but lay a small kiss on his lips before he does.
It’s his time to be surprised but not enough to let go when you try to pull away.
“You’re really thinking you’ll get away with that ? Wait ‘til we get to the dorm.” 
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Freaking obsessed with this man as well lately. I'm not done with mashle yet but soon and I'm SO SAD. I loved it so much ❤️‍🩹
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pupyuj · 6 months
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[cw: smut, dumbification, pillow riding, masturbation, fingering, degradation, humiliation]
YEAH I KNOW WHERE DID THIS COME FROM CUZ I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD RIGHT BUT AKDHKJD... I JUST—I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT SUB YUJ OR ELSE I'LL GO INSANE...
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imagine like,, being gone for weeks bcs you had to go on a trip w your family or something :(( poor yuj was so lonely even when she was doing a lot of activities and idol work with her members,, while you did text and call her every single day you were gone, yuj wanted to have you beside her :(( she just couldn't sleep at night without you cuddling her.. and softly rubbing her clit through her panties while pinching her nipple as she's falling asleep... she has to do it on her own but it never feels good, she has never really been able to make herself come when you weren't around 💔💔
you feeling so bad bcs eventually yuj sends you whiny voice messages,, telling you to come back already, saying that she misses you and that she needs you :(( you knew she was fingering herself while recording those messages bcs you could hear the way she struggled to push herself over the edge,, whimpering in frustration bcs she so wished you were fucking her instead,,, see, after that voice message you really did decide to come back early! you loved spending time with your family but hearing yujin like that... well it broke your heart to hear your baby being sad but it also turned you on so much that you backed out of the vacation a week early!
coming home dead in the night,, wondering how yujin did not at all hear you when she was usually more alert than you,,, but then you figured it all out when you hear muffled moans and hushed swears through your bedroom door... leaving all of your luggage outside in the hall to open the door,, seeing your very naked girlfriend thrusting her hips into one of the soft pillows, whimpering pathetically as she rubbed her clit on the pillow over and over again,, she was moaning your name, clutching the bedsheets with a death grip as she sped up,, "mmommy,, mommy...!" she was screaming.. she was close, she was so close but she couldn't do it at all... she has tried every night you were gone but it was always impossible, until now,, coming up behind her, assuring her that you weren't some fucking intruder by kissing her shoulder, "keep going, baby. you're almost there." you whispered, grabbing her hips and guiding her so she's riding the pillow properly,,,
yuj thrusting her hips even faster, so relieved that you were finally back to her that she couldn't resist taking your hands and putting them on her breasts,, kissing her while taking her nipples between your fingers, fondling her just like she always wanted,, "i m-missed you so much, mommy... a-ahh, ah—please..."
"mhm.. i know, baby. sorry i couldn't help you with this before. i should've know you couldn't come without me.. but it's okay now, i got you..." pulling the pillow away and immediately shoving three fingers inside yujin, making her scream but the feeling was very much welcome... and oh, how you missed the feeling of her cunt around your fingers, so warm and tight... she was practically drenched so it was easy for you to just move in and out of her,, yujin still moving her hips to your pace accordingly, "so cute. you missed being mommy's stupid little slut, didn't you? having to lead your members all day for weeks without getting to get fucked by me.. must have been hard, huh, baby?" you were asking, and yujin was nodding as she spread her folds open for you.
"that's okay. you're not ive's cool, charismatic leader ahn yujin right now... you're just mommy's dumb slutty girlfriend.. right, yujinnie? you want me to fuck you stupid?"
yujin nodding again, "y-yes, yes please...! i c-c-can't do this without you, mommy.. please... i need you, ineedyou—fuck me, please!"
smiling in satisfaction, "such a good girl..." but you pulled your fingers out of her and slapped her cunt pretty harshly, earning a pained gasp from yujin. "you have no fucking idea about all the things i have planned for you tonight... turn that tiny brain of yours off, all you need to think about is me... got that?" you slapped her right on her clit again, nearly making yujin come right there.
"yes, mommy.. do whatever you want. i-i'm just your stupid toy, please..." sure, your slaps hurt but fuck no matter what you did it just turned yujin on. spreading her lips open with one hand and then slipping your middle and ring fingers inside her warm pussy, your thumb pressing against her clit... yujin's back arching at the feeling, her eyes completely hollow and empty and her brain only clouded with you, and the pleasure you gave her...
fingering her at an abnormal pace,, yujin was screaming at this point but she didn't care, nor was she aware of it at all! it all felt too good,, she couldn't even hear you saying things to her, she was that lost in her head... turning her into a babbling, crying mess as she squirted all over your fingers and ruined the bedsheets,, legs shaking and lips quivering as she came down from her high, her eyes were shut tight, and she was holding onto your thighs so tightly that you think she might have drawn blood but you didn't mind at all.. and you didn't care that she left scratches at your back when you pounded into her once again merely minutes later...
yujin is, and will always be, completely fine being reduced to what she was when she was with you! a brainless whore who wants nothing but to be of use for her mommy, the most wonderful good girl for you 💞🥺
sorry if this ending is a little sloppy i have class in nine minutes—
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Slutmas Day 6
Stressed & Insecure (Matt)
Request: None
Warnings: Mommy kink, talk of poor mental heath, angsty at first, Matt being insecure, talk of body dysmorphia, friends to lovers, cockwarming, oral, whiny Matt
“You’re such a good boy for letting mommy take care of you like this”
Matt’s pov
Everything sucks right now, I’m so busy with work, it’s taking up all of my time, and everything going on right now backs up to that. I was purely stressed from work originally, which I know might seem easy, but don’t be fooled because it’s not. We’ve had so many meetings for sponsored content, videos, guest appearances, and merch designing, on top of filming for our YouTube and the Podcast. I’m genuinely just drained, my anxiety is high, I can’t sleep, and I’m overall in a bad mood.
I know what you’re thinking, ‘why not just jack off?’ well that’s because I can’t. I guess with being stressed and overwhelmed by everything, my cock just won’t get hard. It probably doesn’t help that my body is constantly getting hated on because of my weight, it makes me really insecure and uncomfortable with myself and my body. I was sitting at my desk doing some more online work and it was pissing me off, I’m so frustrated! I’m just doing so much overthinking and it’s making me stressed, overwhelmed, and insecure.
Just as I threw my notebook across the room there was a small knock and Chris popped his head in. “Matt, are you alright? Do you need anything?” Chris asked, knowing I wasn’t in the best mental state. “I’m fine, I just want to be alone” I sighed back, “Are you still coming to Larray’s house with us tonight?” I completely forgot about that. Chris looked a bit disappointed by my answer but he understood, “Nah I’m just gonna stay here, ‘m stressed and overwhelmed right now so I won’t be any fun” I said before Chris closed the door.
That was my insecurities talking, I always found myself rather boring and unenthusiastic when I’m in these moods. It had been about an hour of trying to get hard and then sitting in my chair with my head in my hands. My door slowly creeped open and I immediately assumed it was Chris or Nick. “Get the fuck out of my room!” I yelled, turning around to be met with my best friends confused face. “I’m sorry, Chris said they were leaving and I should come keep you company because you’re having a bad day. I didn’t mean to make you upset” Y/n said quite nervously. I slammed my fist down on my desk before completely losing it, hot tears rolling down my face.
1 hour earlier
Y/n’s pov
I was at a nail appointment when I got a text message, I was already done with my fingers and in the chair for my toes.
iMessage start at 5:02pm
Chrisizzle🍊
bro are you busy
Y/n/n🪼
i’m getting my toes done rn
why
Chrisizzle🍊
at 5:30 me and nick are going to larray’s for the night
so i wanted to ask you a favor
yk how matt’s been kinda moody lately?
well today he’s really stressed and sad so he’s in a bad mood and i don’t want him to be alone tonight so can you head over afterwards and chill with him?
Y/n/n🪼
you literally just set up a playdate for your child lmao
but yeah i’ll go over there, i’ve missed my matty poo
Chrisizzle🍊
wow but you don’t miss me
that one hurt Y/n/n 🥲
anyways lmk when you get to our house bc we leave in 15
Y/n/n🪼
awe of course i miss you too sizzle 🤍
i’m abt to pay then I’ll head over
Chrisizzle🍊
don’t call me sizzle
*Y/n/n🪼 disliked this message*
iMessage ends at 5:37pm
The message had been from one of my best friends, Chris, he asked if I would go hang with his triplet bother, Matt, for tonight. I know he’s been getting a lot of hate about his attitude/weight and has been down the past 2 or 3 weeks, so I was hoping to cheer him up. I drove directly to the boys house after paying for my nails since I had a bunch of essentials over there and didn’t need anything from home.
I let myself in with my key and walked up to Matt’s room, which groans of frustration could be heard coming from. I lightly knocked before entering his room, as I was reclosing the door Matt yelled. “Get the fuck out of my room!” he said angrily, Matt’s never yelled at me before and he looked so pissed off that I got a little nervous.
I quickly replied with “I’m sorry, Chris said they were leaving and I should come keep you company because you’re having a bad day. I didn’t mean to make you upset” he looked at me for a second before I saw his face change to one of pain, hurt, and anxiety. Matt slammed his fist onto his desk yelling “Fuck!” before choking out into sobs.
His whole body was shaking and he slid out of his chair onto the floor, something he does when he’s really, really upset. I immediately ran over to sit next to him, wrapping my arms around his shaking figure. “I’m sorry! They hate me and I’m sorry!” he blurted out, causing me to be a bit confused as Matt’s hands desperately clung onto my shirt.
“It’s okay Matt, let it all out. You’re safe honey, I’ve got you-“ I was cut off by Matt pulling away from my shirt and basically screamed out in pain. “I don’t know what the fuck I did! Y/n, what’s wrong with me!? A-Am I not good enough!? I’m too skinny, I try to eat more but I can’t gain weight, I fucking hate my body! All I keep doing is disappointing everyone, Y/n I-I don-“ he started spiraling into a panic attack and I was worried, I have never seen Matt this bad before.
I didn’t know what else to do so I pushed past my own anxieties and kissed him. I cupped both of his cheeks and smashed our lips together, Matt was shocked at first so he didn’t kiss back but once he realized what was happening, he kissed back. I pulled away and Matt’s lips tried to chase mine before he opened his eye.
“W-What was that for?” he asked, a bit breathless from his previous breakdown. I suddenly felt shy so I looked down, “I uh- I didn’t know how else to get you to stop talking” I said, nervously playing with my fingers. “Oh, well thanks?” he said in a questioning tone, “Did you mean what you said about your body? Do you really think that?” I softly asked.
Matt groaned and stood up, offering me his hand, “I don’t want to talk about it but yes, I do hate my body” he mumbled as I too stood up. We made our way over to his bed and laid there in silence for a few minutes. I rolled over to my side facing Matt “Have you tried cumming?” I questioned quietly, “What!?” he rolled to face me as well, confused by what I just said.
“You know, because you’re stressed. I think I read somewhere that having an orgasm helps to relieve stress” Matt’s face was now painted red. He rolled over to be flat on his back again, “I’ve tried but I can’t get hard” he exhaled deeply. “Oh… I could try to help if you want” I offered, chewing on my nails, Matt turned to face me again, “Help.. me get… Help me get hard?” he questioned nervously.
We both had blush covering our faces at this point, “Yeah, then I can go chill in Nicks room and you can jerk off” I smiled shyly. “I mean that could work but I don’t want to be naked if you have clothes on” “You don’t have to be naked, you just have to trust me” “I-I trust you, how do we start though?” we conversed. I took a moment to think before asking, “Do you want to make out first, I know I’m like a lot bigger than you so I don’t know if it would be a problem for me to sit on your lap. Is it a problem?” I asked self-consciously as we both sat up.
Matt looked at me with an unamused look, “If that’s your way of making me feel worse about my body, it worked because your body is amazing” he huffed out, avoiding looking at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way” I said with a sad smile, upset that I hurt Matts feelings. “I know you didn’t but my body is like the main reason I cant get hard. I don’t like looking at myself naked, it shows off too much of what’s wrong with me” he replied.
It was silent again for a few minute until I broke the silence again, “I think it’s hot” “What?” Matt looked at me confused. “Your body, I think it’s hot” I smirked, “You think so?” “I know so, don’t you ever notice me staring at you when you’re shirtless or only wearing your boxers?” I teased some more. “I haven’t noticed actually, however, I have noticed you’re not on my lap yet” Matt pouted, pulling me onto his lap.
I was about to say something but was cut off by Matt grabbing the side of my face/neck and pulled me into a sweet kiss that quickly turned needy. I pulled back for a second to catch my breath, “Shit, I’m sorry! I’m just so touch starved and crave physical affection. You were gonna say something?” he panicked. “It’s okay, I know that physical touch is your love language, it’s one of the things I like about you. I forgot what I was going to say but I can tell you I’ll kiss you again” I giggled.
With that, Matt pulled my face to his again and this time the kiss was soft, yet also rough and needy. I had my hands wrapped around Matt’s neck, but his laid awkwardly at his sides, almost as if he’s scared to touch me. I pulled back from the kiss to grab his wrist and mumbled something against his lips. “You can touch me you know” I smirked as I placed Matt’s hands on my waist and went back to kissing him.
Matt’s hands quickly slid down and tightly gripped onto my hips, slowly starting to rock me back and forth. I started feeling his cock get hard and once I could tell he was fully hard, I stopped everything which caused Matt to let out a displeased whine. “Mmh why’d you stop?” he pouted, “Because you’re hard now, which means it’s my queue to leave” I said while trying to get up.
Matt held my hips down and begged, “Please don’t go! I-I don’t think I’ll be able to make myself cum, me being alone with my naked body sounds like a bad dream” he sighed. Piggybacking off what was just said he added, “W-Would you please m-make me feel good? I’ll let you have your way with me as long as it’s not super rough because I’m not in the mood for that” his eyes got a shade or two darker.
“Yeah, I can give you head if you want or you can sit back, relax and enjoy the full sub treatment” “Does the full sub treatment include sex? Because I’ve never been the submissive one before, I uh usually do doggy so my body isn’t seen as much. I’ve never even had a chick ride me before but you being on top sounds really hot, we don’t to have sex by the way, I was just saying if you wanted to I’m down” Matt confessed.
“If you stop talking about sex with other women, you have a deal. I might keep my shirt on though” I replied as I started slowly rocking my hips again. Matt’s grip on my waist tightened and he thrusted his hips up, his hard-on pressing against my clit so nicely that I let out a small, quiet moan. His eyes grew even darker after that, “No you will not. I wanna see your beautiful belly, I just know it’s gonna turn me on so much more” he instructed me.
I blushed and nodded, “Okay then handsome, just lay back and let me do all the work, tonight is all about you” I said, watching him nod before my lips were on his. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip, silently asking for access to his mouth which was quickly granted. He had a bit of trouble giving up control over the kiss at first but once I started trailing my kisses down his throat, he finally gave up on trying to win.
Matt’s pov
After Y/n had dominated the kiss, we made out for a bit before she started kissing down my neck. Once she reached the collar of my shit, she stopped and stood up to unbutton her pants. “If you really want me to make you feel good, take your pants off for me” she said seductively as she pulled off her own baggy jeans. I followed her directions and pulled my sweats off before grabbing her hand and leading her to sit on my lap again.
Y/n sat on my lap again before taking off her shirt, leaving her in a black lacy bra with matching panties. “Fuck… you look so goddamn beautiful” I said while looking into her eyes, my hands running up her thighs. “Mmm, thank you handsome. Can I take your shirt off?” she smiled, placing a short but sweet kiss to my lips, “You can do whatever you want to me” I panted, already being completely whipped for her.
She took my shirt off before whispering in my ear, “You’re such a good boy for letting mommy taking care of you like this” as I helped her get my pants and boxers off. “Such a pretty cock Matty. You gonna let me make you feel good?” Y/n teased, making me squirm a bit. “Please! Please just make me cum!” I pathetically begged as I watched her hand slowly move up and down my cock.
Y/n’s pov
“Anything for my sweet boy. Now tell me what it is that you want baby” I asked softly, loving how fucked out he looked already. “Want your mouth please mommy! Want you to ride me after!” Matt confessed all whiny and desperate, and who was I to deny him that? Without a word, I nodded before bring his tip into my mouth, loving the whimper he let out, “Yeah j-just like that, fuck!” he groaned as I swirled my tongue around his tip.
After teasing Matt a little bit, I decided to fully take him into my mouth, almost immediately deepthroating his cock. “Holy shit mommy! You’re so good at this! I won’t last long!” he cried out, bucking his hips up when I hummed against him. I continued doing this for a few more minutes when I felt Matt start to twitch in my mouth, his lower abdomen contacting as well.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum— shit!” he whimpered as his hips thrusted upward and his left hand came down to hold my head in place. His right hand was pulling at his own hair as he shout a huge load into my mouth, so much that it was literally dripping out of the corners of my mouth. As I came up for air, I wiped the corners of my mouth to clean up the spilled cum and then licked it off.
“Did that feel good Matty? You were such a good boy” I smile as I placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “More! I-I need more! Y/n please, I need you to ride me. I’m so fucking hard still, I need to drain my balls in you” Matt begged me. “So needed aren’t we?” “Yes, please I need you” Matt nearly yelled with tears in his eyes. “Okay, okay, calm down sweet boy. You’ll get what you want, just be patient” I spoke softly as I pulled off my panties and unhooked my bra.
Matts hands immediately went down to my ass, staring up at me with a look of desperation. “Are you gonna be a good boy?” “Very good!” I smiled as I slowly sunk down on his cock, trying to adjust to how long and thick it was. “S-So tight mommy! So f-fucking tight!” Matt whimpered out as I started to move up and down with the help of him. Both of us were moaning quite loudly as I started to move faster, pulling his hair in the process.
“Such a good boy Matty, making mommy feel so good with your big cock!” “W-Want you to cum. Wanna f-fill you up” Matt grunted as he started bucking his hips up into me at a fast pace. We were both very close and with one more thrust that hit my g-spot perfectly, I was cumming on his cock. “Fuck Matt, I’m cumming. Oh god— cum for me baby!” I cried as I rode through my orgasm, starting to slightly overstimulated but wanting Matt to cum.
With a loud whiny growl, Matt came inside of me, this load was equally as big as the one from earlier, instantly dripping down his balls. “Holy shit— I love you, and I’m not just saying that because you gave me the most mind blowing orgasm ever. I genuinely love you Y/n” Matt confess as he started to rub my back. “I love you too Matt, I mean it” I smiled as I placed a soft kiss to his lips “Don’t get off, cockwarm me all night please” he sweetly asked.
I agreed and we got situated so we could lay down, Matt turning off his bedside lamp in the process. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna take you on the best date of your life, but for now, goodnight pretty lady” “Goodnight Matt, I love you” I mumbled into his neck, feeling the sleep take over my body. “I love you too, and thank you for tonight. Now get some rest baby” was the final thing to be said before we drifted off to sleep.
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finntheehumaneater · 2 months
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for your domestic steddie: let's see that morning routine! who's up first, whos making breakfast, who's has the very persuasive argument to stay in bed?
This is like the opposite of their morning routine lmao. Steve always wakes up first and makes breakfast and then goes back to bed with Eddie for a while before he leaves for work :)
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“Eds?” Steve muttered, sitting up in bed. He felt cold without Eddie pressed against his back, his face tucked into his neck, breathing against his skin. It was dark and his eyes were blurry with sleep, but he could just make out Eddie, his hair falling out of his bun as he pulled his jeans on.
“Go back to sleep, Steve,” he whispered, coming over to push Steve back down against the pillow, gently, with his jeans low on his hips and his shirt bunched up in his other hand.
“Eddie,” Steve whined, grabbing onto his wrist and trying to tug him back, his voice and arms still heavy with sleep. “Promised me we’d sleep in, remember?.”
“No, I promised you could sleep in, baby,” Eddie reminded gently, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as he snaked his arms around Steve’s waist. “Because you hit your head last night so I said I’d make you breakfast today and you could relax.”
“Can’t relax if you’re out of bed,” Steve whispered, and he knew he sounded pathetic, but maybe if Eddie felt bad enough he’d curl up behind him again and he’d be able to go back to bed. It was hard to sleep once he had woken up if he was alone.
Eddie laughed into his hair, his breath warm. “Come and lay on the couch, then. I gotta get up anyway to make food for Wayne before he leaves for work. Might make some for Katie, too, because Wayne said she doesn’t eat in the mornings.”
God, he was so fucking nice, but Steve wasn’t going to let him off that easy. “You’re going to leave me alone? With a headache? Some boyfriend you are,” he muttered, trying to look pissed but crumbling in on himself and laughing when Eddie pinched at his side lightly, biting his shoulder.
“Be nice to me, Stevie.”
“You be nice to me,” Steve retorted, his hands finally getting a grip on Eddie’s a tugging them away with a stupid smile on his face, softening into something more personal and pleading when he saw how Eddie was looking at him—eyes all sad with his head tilted like he really thought Steve wasn’t okay. He worried too much for someone who’d been dealing with this for…what, seven years? Maybe more if you counted the time before they were dating.
“I’m fine,” Steve whispered, cupping Eddie’s face in his hands and pulling him down for a kiss, his back aching from having been bent so weirdly for so long in his sleep. “But five more minutes? I’ll help you make breakfast if you stay.”
“You drive a hard bargain, iubirea mea,” Eddie murmured, pressing a few kisses to Steve’s jaw that made Steve’s insides feel like sugary mush. “But of course, who am I to say no to such a pretty boy?”
Steve tugged him onto the mattress, and Eddie sat with his knees on either side of Steve’s hips, bent over to kiss his lips. It wasn’t exactly sleeping, but Steve wasn’t going to tell him to stop. 
“Never have to make breakfast again if you don’t want to,” Eddie whispered against his lips, one hand slipped under Steve’s shirt to trace the scarred-over tissue on his side. “I’ll wake up early all the time if you ask, promise.”
Steve bit back a smile, his fingers in Eddie’s hair, tugging gently. He’d help Eddie make breakfast soon anyways. Eddie would need the help.
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MasterList for the domestic Steddie AU
Eddie speaking Romanian is bc of the headcannon I have for his mom, and I will gladly elaborate upon request so I don’t just spring a random ramble on y’all, lmao 🩵
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judebelle · 4 months
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Gavi breaking up with the reader bc he needs space and stuff and she takes it really hard and it affects her a lot but he realizes he was wrong for it and gets her back. Just a lot of angst but fluff ending plssss. You are the bestttt
rekindled - p.g. x reader
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authors note : thank you guys for the love on my recent posts, and for sending in requests. psa, the more requests i get, the more motivated i am and the more i post!
cw : just heart wrenching angst for the most part, but it gets fluffy dwww!!, swearing, sad :(
wc : 2.3k
pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader
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“i just don’t have the time for you anymore!”
his words truly devastated you, tearing apart the delicate threads of your heart. couldn’t he at least try? why was he just giving up?
“i don’t understand why we can’t just try to work it out, pablo! we could compromise, we can even make a schedule.. we could make it work!”
it seemed like only you were really trying, and he seemed eager to end this relationship. over what? a busy schedule? you felt useless, standing in his empty home, the echoes of your voices ringing in your ears. it was as if you were singlehandedly trying to stop a sinking ship from descending deep into the dark and bottomless blue.
“it’s not that easy, y/n! i have a lot on my plate! between football practices and matches, i barely have time for myself anymore. and then adding on this relationship, i need to make time for you as well! its too much. i know you wouldn't understand but-"
"i wouldn't understand? what is that supposed to mean? there are two people in this relationship. and it's not like i sit around all day and do nothing! i also have my own things to do! you make it seem like i am so high maintenance, like i'm too much for you to handle!"
you were growing increasingly angry as the argument progressed. how little did he think of you?
"you know that's not what i meant.."
you sniffled, "i dont think i know you at all anymore."
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it had been a week since the break up.
you tried not to let it affect you too much, but his absence left a crater in your heart you were left too weak to fill.
the breakup casted a shadow over the once vibrant hues of your life. you found yourself dealing with the aftermath of shattered love. you were picking up the shattered pieces of your heart, the sharp glass cutting through the skin of your hands. you felt the pain during tearful nights when sleep also abandoned you, and in the empty spaces that once resonated with shared laughter.
the breakup left an indelible mark on you.
you didn't call anybody. you just sat at home. it was like pablo's words became your new reality, now you were truly sitting around all day and doing nothing.
you hadn't heard from him at all, thanking the universe knowing that if you did, it would be too much on your aching heart.
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one month had passed.
you were finally feeling like yourself again. yes, you missed his warm embrace and touching words, but you learned to live without it.
you couldn't depend on someone to be the sole reason for your happiness. you still loved him, and you always will, but fuck did he cut deep.
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pablo's pov
pablo found himself grappling with an unexpected wave of regret.
the relentless demands of his busy life had driven a wedge between the two of you, leaving him to confront the harsh reality of what he had lost.
pablo now spent the time he would've spent with you alone, in his home. he didn't hang out with friends. he didn't go out for dinner, just ordered food to his house. he felt lonely and bored without you.
how ironic.
the void left by your absence became easily recognizable to everyone around him, and he began to yearn for the warmth of your shared moments.
but pablo kept the painful truth of your breakup to himself, unable to utter the words aloud to anyone.
"hey bro, what's on your mind?"
he felt an arm drape across his shoulders, startling him from his thoughts.
pablo was at barcelona's training grounds, and didn't realize his slumped posture and absentminded features were noticeable to anyone but him.
pedro was walking next to him, his arm slung around the back of his neck.
"hola?? what's up with you?" pedro was insisting on finding out why his close friend was acting so strange.
"sorry, just tired.. didn't get much sleep last night." in all honesty, he hadn't. he spent most of his night lying awake, thinking of how badly he had messed up. his screen time was through the roof, scrolling through your feed and posts, reminiscing on what was once his, about the warm soul that would sleep next to him in this very bed.
"ai, don't lie now. you know i can see right through you. what's wrong, bro?" pedro wasn't giving up, pestering pablo on his silence.
pablo gulped and turned to his friend, "i.. i messed up bad bro, like really bad..".
he didn't elaborate further, unable to bring himself to come to terms with what he had done.
"uhh, that's cool and all, but it would be helpful if you explained, man. i can't help you if you dont tell m-"
"i broke up with y/n."
pablo shut his mouth after, the words leaving the bitter taste of regret in his mouth. he might've said that too loudly, causing some staff members and teammates to look his direction.
pedro didn't seem to believe it, raising his eyebrow at the boy.
"you what? wha... when?"
everyone who knew pablo knew that he was absolutely smitten with you. you were always on his mind, and he was quick to talk about you if he had the chance. it annoyed his friends sometimes, but it was cute how much he loved you.
the fact that he had broken up with you was appalling.
"around a month ago.." pablo confessed, his hands hidden behind his back like a guilty child. "i told her i was too busy to focus on our relationship, and i told her that i needed to focus on my career. it's honestly a load of bullshit. i think i was just stressed and took it out on her."
pedro's confusion was evident, his eyebrows drawn together.
"i don't understand, bro. your schedule was never an issue for you before. and why didn't you tell me? i could've, i don't know, been there for you!"
it was like pablo was being scolded, and he really did deserve it. he'd lost you because of his own stress and poor time management. you didn't deserve to suffer because of him.
"pablo, what were you thinking? i mean, i can't believe it! i would've never expected you to- okay, i'm sorry.." pedro stopped his lecturing upon seeing his friend growing increasingly upset. "my advice to you is to go apologize. and not just a quick 'sorry', but a good one. get her flowers, chocolate - i don't know, whatever chicks like. just go say sorry."
pablo looked up at his friend, hesitation on his features. "what if she doesn't take me back? w-what would i do then?" he stuttered. he was worried you would realize how big of an asshole he was, and how much he didn't deserve you.
"i mean, i wouldn't blame her," pedro smiled teasingly. "but i know y/n pretty well, she would understand." he laid a comforting hand on pablo's shoulder. "don't sweat it bro, it'll all be okay."
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your pov
you were currently sprawled across your couch, stuffing popcorn in your mouth as you binged a show you had already seen a million times.
the bell rang.
that hadn't happened in a while. the unfamiliar sound rang in your head before you pulled yourself up from your comfortable position, walking to the door. you yanked the door open, popcorn still in your mouth.
you looked up to see the man you thought you'd never see again.
"..hola.." he whispered before sending you a soft smile. you froze in your spot. not knowing what to do as you weren't expecting this at all.
it was like you'd turned cold from shock. you acted before you thought, slamming the door on his face. you scrambled to fixed your hair and finish chewing your popcorn.
giving yourself a moment to breathe and think, you quickly opened the door again, worried he might leave. surprisingly, he was still standing there, waiting for you.
"can i come in?"
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you let him in, of course. how could you not?
he walked in with a hunched back. his feet dragged against the floor wearily.
you told him to sit on the couch and wait as you grabbed two waters, one for him, and one for you.
the unexpected arrival of pablo, whom you thought had become a distant echo of the past, sent tremors through the newly rebuilt walls around your heart.
is there a possibility of rekindling what was once lost?
you finally dragged yourself out of the kitchen and back into the living room to where pablo was sitting with his legs shaking anxiously and his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. there were still popcorn crumbs on the couch, the halfway eaten bowl of it placed on the table across from the paused movie displayed on the tv.
oh, how you wish he warned you before showing up at your doorstep.
he turned his head to see you standing tensely in the doorframe. he smiled awkwardly as he scooted over to give you some space to sit far from him.
you sat down and placed the waters on the table in front of you. you took a deep breath before gulping hard. you eventually found the courage to croak out a few words.
"what happened, is everything alright?"
the air was thick, the unspoken history you shared lingering in the air. his eyes were red and cratered by bags. he tried to hide the lines on his face by putting on a decent outfit and gelling his hair back, but you saw right through his façade.
"i just.. wanted to apologize.."
your silence was his cue to continue speaking.
sitting in the soft glow of your living room, pablo took a deep breath before breaking the heavy silence.
"i need you to know how sorry i am for what i did, y/n. breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life, and i've spent every day regretting it. i miss you, not just the idea of you, but you - the way you laugh, the way you challenge me... i was foolish, and i can't keep living my life without you in it. i came here to make things right, to find a way for us to work through the challenges together. can we try again? can you forgive me?" His vulnerable pleas hung in the air while also knocking you down like heavy wind.
your gaze flickered with a mix of surprise as pablo's heartfelt words settled in the room. the weight of his apology hung between you, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch as you discerned the sincerity in his eyes.
you took a moment before responding, your voice a sorrowful blend of vulnerability and caution.
"pablo, you hurt me deeply when you walked away. i've spent nights replaying those moments, the day you left me, wondering if i meant as much to you as you say now...". The room held a fragile hope as your eyes locked.
in a desperate plea, pablo's words spilled forth with an intensity so raw it stung in the depths of your heart. his eyes reflected the sincerity of his emotions. "y/n, i can't imagine my life without you. every moment without you feels like a void i can't fill. i was foolish, and i let something so precious slip away." his voice wavered with a mix of regret and hope, showing the depth of his desire to rebuild what was lost.
"please, i'm begging you, give me another chance. i know i hurt you, and i'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. i've learned from my mistakes, and i'm not the same person who walked away. i love you, and i'm ready to fight for us. please, take me back."
you listened to pablo's heartfelt pleas carefully. after a thoughtful pause, you spoke with a calm and resolute tone,
"pablo, i appreciate your honesty and the effort you're putting into this. it's not easy to admit mistakes, and i can see the sincerity in your eyes. but i need some space to process everything. let's take things one step at a time."
pablo quietly absorbed your response. he nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of his actions. "i understand, y/n," he said with a quiet sincerity,
"i know i hurt you, and i can't expect you to erase that pain overnight. i'm here, whenever you're ready." his words left a subtle sting on your heart. he raised up from the couch, before leaving with the same hunch of his back and drag of his steps that he entered with.
the sound of the door latching closed sent a stab through your heart. your eyes began to water as the painful image of him leaving stuck in your mind.
you were standing in the doorway, and felt a sudden surge of clarity and yearning. spontaneously, you threw the door open and rushed after him, the urgency to convey your changing feelings propelling you forward. "pablo!" you called out, running down the driveway, and as he turned in surprise, you closed the distance between you. without a word, you reached out, cupped his face in your hands, and pressed your lips to his. his hands wrapped around your waist as he dipped you forward slightly, embracing your warmth and forgiveness. your brows furrowed into the kiss as you felt the craters in your heart fill slowly.
the kiss was heavy, holding many unspoken emotions—forgiveness, longing, and the realization that sometimes, the heart finds its way back when the connection is too strong to resist.
in that moment, under the dim streetlights, things changed between you two, and it seemed as though the process of reconciliation was beginning to unfold.
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barzysunflower · 10 months
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you’re losing me — mat barzal
ok so I definitely impulse wrote this after listening to the song one too many times! (still listening to it, still sobbing about it) definitely check it out although it may be a bit hard to find haha taylor pls just release it
spoiler: this is a HEA bc I am incapable of writing/reading sad endings. my life sucks enough, my fictional world doesn’t need to either lol so not all aspects of the song are used/it’s not exactly the same as the song, it’s just inspired by it
word count: 3.9k warning: angsty, with hea
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"I need a break."
"From what?"
"Us."
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When you started dating your boyfriend Mat seven years ago you thought you were going to get married. Even with his busy schedule he was the most attentive, caring, and loving boyfriend you could have ever dreamed of. When he moved to New York, of course you were extremely happy for him. Playing in the NHL had been his dream since he was a kid, so you were very supportive, but you couldn't help but feel heartbroken over him moving across the country and leaving you. But ever since the day he landed in the city, he begged you to come live with him and eventually he convinced you. You transferred university to one in New York, lived in the dorms for a couple of years until Mat and you got an apartment together. You finished your undergraduate degree, then started and finished your masters. Mat had always been just as supportive of you as you of him. He made living away from your family easy. He made living easy. Date nights in all shapes and forms, luxurious vacations, and just him making you happy with all of his little quirks. Your relationship was something straight out of a movie. It was perfect. Until it wasn't.
You don't know when things began to change in your relationship, nothing really caused it, but one day you started feeling unhappy. Mat changed. Or maybe you did. But you weren't the same two people you once were. When you came home from work, you got a 'hello' and a kiss but the passion behind his eyes were gone. He barely asked you about your day anymore or told you about his. Just enough before you fell back into silence. You didn't used to mind the silence. Sitting comfortably in silence was a sign you truly felt at peace with a person, but when the silence got uncomfortable for you, you knew something was wrong. The amount of times you two went out alone decreased to the point where you could count on one hand the amount of dates you had been on in the past two months.
He just stopped making an effort and any effort you put into the relationship was rejected or gone unnoticed. Like making him dinner or doing his laundry and him not at least thanking you for it.
His love language was most definitely touch, but even that had slipped away day after day. He kissed you in the mornings, at night, and when either of you got home, but the spontaneous make out sessions or random quickies throughout the day were basically nonexistent anymore. You had sex after his games or when he got home from a roadie, but somehow that had started to feel like an effort.
You missed the old Mat that always had some part of his body touching yours. At dinner, sitting next to each other, he usually intertwined his pinky with yours, only breaking to use his knife. Or he always held your hand or had an arms wrapped around you when you were out of the house, like he was afraid to lose you. That stopped and now you were the one afraid that you had lost him.
You had just gotten too comfortable with each other. You knew each other so well you could anticipate what the other would say or feel that you didn't need to tell each other anymore. You still wanted to that, you were still interested in what he had to say, in hearing his voice, but after countless efforts being rejected, it was easier to say nothing.
The worst part was that you couldn't even blame his schedule and just wait for the season to end. It hadn't changed. You had made it work that past few years before, even with you being busy with school, so why now? You were starting to question your self worth, because what else could it be?
The last few months had been hell for you, silently and lonely suffering. Because every time you brought up the subject of your relationship, he said everything was fine and that we'd just hit a little rut that would resolve itself.
You wanted to believe him so badly. You wanted to believe that everything would be okay. You didn't want to throw the last seven years away. You had worked so hard to be here. You had experienced so much together, made so many memories. Was it really worth throwing it all away?
But you were sick of waiting for it to stop. Sick of your efforts being lost. Sick of Mat not seeming to care. You hit your breaking point.
And that's how you found yourself on the verge of tears standing in front of Mat in your kitchen in which you had made so many beautiful memories. "I just can't sit around waiting for you do something anymore. I gave you so many chances for you to do something, say something, risk something for me, but you did nothing. You're losing me, Mat, you don't even seem to care."
He blinked. A blank expression on his face. Just like the last few months. Some part of you wasn't surprised, the other ripped your heart into shreds.
"I just– I need a break."
"From what?," he finally asked, already knowing the answer.
"From us." A tiny, very tiny, weight lifted off you when you said it out loud. You had been wanted to say it for months and although you weren't happy about the situation, you were proud of yourself that you did. "I'm going back to Seattle for a few months. I just need space from you right now."
"When? For how long?" That's probably the most he'd asked about you in a while.
"I haven't booked a flight yet, but probably tomorrow." He nodded, pressing his lips together. "At least until the end of your season. Until you have some free time to figure out if you still love me or not." You lips were shaking, tears threatening to flow freely. You didn't want to say it, but a part of you felt bitter.
"(Y/n)–"
"No!," you stopped him. You couldn't hear it. "If you tell me you love me right now I'll stay. And this wasn't an easy decision but a necessary one. I'm weak for you, Mat. I'd do anything for you, but I don't feel that from you. So, please, just stop. I made up my mind. This has to happen. Maybe in a few months we can work it out, but right now I need space."
He gave you another nod then turned around and left. You heard him rustling around in your bedroom and a few minutes later your front door slammed shut. He was gone. A part of you was angry at him for not putting up a fight, but then again you had asked him not to. But just once, you wanted him not to listen to you and tell and show you how he felt. You guessed you had your answer.
The next few months were rough for you. A different kind than the few months before, but still difficult. You missed Mat terribly. Countless of times you came close to booking a flight back home to New York and burying your face in his chest. But it wasn't your turn this time. He had to fight for you.
But you missed him nonetheless. You had almost called him when Anthony got traded just a couple weeks after you left, but you didn't. Then again when not shortly after he got hurt in a game against Boston. You wanted, but you didn't. Not until he did. But he never did.
It took a while, but you started to be able to breath again. You got a small job at a café, since you took a leave of absence from your big girl job in New York and still needed some money. You made some new friends, most of your old ones having moved away or gotten too out of touch with, and developed a new daily routine. You started feeling better, but the whole inside you was reserved for only Mat to fix and would probably take years to mend if he didn't make a move soon.
Weeks, then months went by and not a single word from Mat. You couldn't even see him on TV for his games (which you still watched) since he was injured and his social media was a bust too. Your friends and his teammates (also your friends) checked in every once in a while, asking how you were and telling you how miserable Mat was. But unless you saw that for yourself, you couldn't really believe it.
Then, by some miracle the Islanders made it to the playoffs and Mat was scheduled to be back to playing. You tuned in, but almost had to turn it back off when you saw his face. His beautiful face that you loved to kiss and touch and simply just look at. Now though, it was riddled with frown marks, dark under eye circles and his unshaven scruff that took you years to like. He fought more on the ice, too. He rarely took penalties for righting but during these next few games he collected them like trophies. He was short and snippy in his post game interviews, again, something usually unlike him. He was miserable, you could tell. But then why had he not made an effort to get you back? Had you pushed him too far away when you left him? Was that the wrong thing to do?
You fought with yourself day and night. You wanted to go back to him and fight for him, but then you remembered that you did. You did fight for him countless of times. In your head you used to screamed at him to do something, say something, risk something, but he never did. So stayed put, waiting for his season to end and see what he would do.
A couple weeks later, your parents were out for dinner, you were home watching a movie with a big glass of wine when the doorbell rang. You didn't feel like answering, but who rang the doorbell after six pm? Your ex boyfriend who just showed up without a warning from across the country did. Or current boyfriend?
He stood there, outside your door with his grown out hair, unshaven beard, and sad look on his face. You started at him, processing. He was here.
"Mat? What–"
"No! It's my turn to talk now! (Y/n), you left. You just fucking left me without a warning." When you opened your mouth to protest, he held up his hand silencing you. "I know, I probably should have seen it coming, but you left! That hurt like hell."
He rubbed his face with his hands, also combing through his hairs before he went on. "I don't know what happened. I swear. I felt something change, yeah, but I just got comfortable. I didn't fall out of love with you. Never. And I'm sorry. I just assumed you felt the same and I shouldn't have. I should have checked in more. I'm sorry for taking for granted what I had. You. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I totally understand if you're done with me, because no one should take you for granted. (Y/n), I love you and the way you care for people, for me. You light up any room you walk in, you make everyone smile, you're– god, you're so so beautiful."
He took a deep breath, fighting his tears. You had given up holding them back pretty much the second you opened the door. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry. I've been such a jerk and I realize that and take full responsibility. These past few months have been hell for me without you there. Our apartment feels so cold without you. But it gave me some time to think about everything I fucked up and everything I will do better if you're willing to take me back. Please take me back, (y/n), I don't know how to live without you." He shook his head and tears away, collecting himself. "No, wait. I came here to apologize and give you time to decide whether you'll forgive me. The 'I want you back' speech will come later. If you'll hear it."
You were speechless. All these months, even before you left, that's what you had been hoping and begging for to hear. Why couldn't you speak? Or move?
Moments passed with the two of you just staring at each other. Mat hesitated to say more, but he couldn't read your face. Did you want to hear more or slap him in the face and tell him to leave? "Alright, uhm, I'm gonna go. Don't really know where, but I'm sure there's a hotel open around here." He got ahold of the suitcase next to him. "Uhm. I guess, text me? Or call? Whenever you're ready."
He waited a few more seconds for you to move, but when you didn't he slowly turned around and walked out of your driveway. Seeing his back turned, him walking away from you again when he had just come back made you snap out of it. "Maty!"
You sobbed running up to him and into his arms that had opened for you the second you yelled his name. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his scent while you clung to him. He held onto you just as desperately. His hand I'm your hair at the back of your head, the other around your waist holding you tight to his body. You felt like home again after months and months of searching for it. You heart expanded and pounded swiftly for him and him alone.
"Fuck, baby, I missed you so much." He had let you down, but now both of his hands held your cheeks as he looked at you. He dropped his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry."
You weren't ready to forgive him just yet, but you were so ready for him to kiss you. "Kiss me." And boy, did he. His mouth attacked yours with that intoxicating passion you had missed so much. Your tongues danced their dance without a hitch as he claimed you as his again.
You must have stood out there for minutes before breaking apart and coming up for air. You pulled him into the house, you had given your neighbors enough of a show. You settled on the couch, but put a pillow in between the two of you so you could talk things out before you did something you'd regret. That didn't stop him though from reaching his hand out to you. First, he took your hand then let it wander up to your face. "Come back home with me," he whispered. His sad green eyes were begging, too, a look that was very hard to resist.
"I want to," you whispered back, your voice starting to shake with emotion again. "But I can't just go back like nothing happened. Mat, those few months were extremely painful for me, I can't just ignore that. I'm so happy you realized it now, but I need to see some action. Your words, as happy as I am to hear them, aren't going to fix it alone."
He nodded, then dropped his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I'll fix this. I promise."
"We'll fix this. I don't want to throw us away, I want to work on this, but we need to do it slowly."
He nodded again and brushed his lips against your nose. "I have to go back to New York tomorrow. I have a few meetings and exit interviews and stuff, but after that I can come back here or you come back and I'll live with Wally or something for a while so we can work on this."
You nodded and threw the pillow separating you to the floor. You'll hash out the details later, but right now you just needed his big, warm hug. You sat like this for hours, not saying much, just enjoying each others company after you had been away from each other for so long.
The next day, he really did leave to go back to New York but he came back just a few days later. He stayed at a hotel, which did feel weird, but it was for the best. You needed to trust him again and doing it slowly would result in the best outcome. You spent a few hours together every day, catching up and talking about your plans to rebuild your relationship. At the end of the day, he'd bring you home and kiss you for a few minutes, then leave. Every time you wanted to run after him and go with him, but you could already feel the hole in your heart fixing itself, so you didn't and just trusted the process.
The day you told him you were ready to come back to New York was one you'd never forget. He spun you around in the middle of the park you had decided to have lunch at and kissed you like nobody was watching. It felt good, like the beginning again.
You celebrated his birthday a few days later and the day after he left to go visit his family in Vancouver for a few days while you tied up some loose ends here in Seattle. You'd meet back in New York in your apartment.
After an exhausting cross country flight, you were surprised Mat had sent an Uber to pick you from the airport instead of picking you up himself. But when you finally walked through your apartment door and the lights were off except for a few lamps and candles that you had carefully collected over the last few years, you knew why.
Mat, dressed nicely, stood in the middle of your living room surrounded by flowers and lit candles. Little Polaroids and pictures of the two of you were laying across the floor and furniture as well. You approached him slowly, taking his outstretched hand until you stood directly in front of him. His other hand slid into his pants pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box.
"I promise I'm not doing this out of desperation to get you back. I've had this ring since last year. I've been thinking about doing this for a long time. I've just been waiting for the right moment. I didn't want to propose during the season because I wanted to celebrate and do it right. And I had planned on taking you to Africa or the Maldives or somewhere more fun than our apartment but, you know... And I can't wait any longer." He smiled, then chuckled. "But, I'll still take you wherever you want to go."
"Maldives sound good." Why that was the only thing you were answering to you weren't sure, but with a chuckle he kept going.
"Good. And that probably also means you're not going to say no to my next question, but I'll ask anyway." He lowered down in front you onto one knee with his hand still holding onto your left. "(Y/n), for the past seven years, there is not one second that I haven't loved you. I know I haven't always shown that, but I promise you that won't happen again. You are the most important thing in the world to me and I promise there won't be another day where you will question that ever again. There's no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's you, babe, it's always been you. Will you marry me?"
You dropped down to your knees and grabbed his face to kiss him. "Yes," you repeated over and over again between kisses that tasted salty due to the tears running down your face. He got emotional, too, when he finally slid the ring on your finger. It was exactly the one you wanted and had dreamed of getting your entire life. It was perfect and so was he.
And he did keep his promise. Now and every single day there after.
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a few years later
"... the end."
"Again!"
"No, it's bed time now, honey."
"No! No sleep! One more book." Your three year old son jumped from your lap and dove towards the bookshelf to pick out another book to read. You checked your phone to see if your husband would be home any minute and in fact he would be, so you agreed to one more book.
"There you guys are." The door opened and Mat walked in with a big smile on his face.
"Daddy!" Your son, again, jumped from your lap into his fathers arms.
"Hi, buddy. I missed you." They hugged dramatically while your son told him all about his morning. Mat eventually put him down and took the couple steps need to get to you.
"Hi, princess. I missed you, too." He picked up your almost one year old daughter, who was also sitting in your lap, and hugged and kissed just as dramatically as he did with your son. Her sleepy eyes lit up with excitement and she filled the room with adorable baby giggles.
"What about me?," you pouted as you stood up.
"You have no idea." His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his lips gently touched yours, but with two children demanding your attention, the kiss was kept short.
You all hung out in the room for a bit, catching up on what Mat had missed while he was away for the last few days on his hockey road trip. Then you put your kids to bed, although putting an exited toddler to bed was no easy task, but eventually he did fall asleep.
"Hi," Mat whispered after you finally closed your sons bedroom door. You turned to face him and his messy hair made you smile. He aged like fine wine and you were thankful every day that he was yours.
"Hey." His hands took ahold of you and slowly pushed you against the hallway wall.
"I missed you," he whispered against your lips before claiming them. His hands roamed your body to find all the places to squeeze and touch while shoving his tongue in your mouth for an amazing kiss. How he went from fun goofy dad to horny teenage in a matter of seconds, you didn't understand, but you also didn't mind.
"Mat, not now. It's the middle of the afternoon," you said between kisses when you could tell this was going to be more than just a make out session.
"So?" He sucked on and kissed your neck. Yeah, what was the problem?
"So? They're both asleep. Hurry up and take me to bed." He didn't need to be told twice and a second later you were up in his arms and enjoying some much needed adult time.
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Part One: Merry Crisis 
It’s also on A03 (this chapter will go up too but not for a bit bc I have stupid adult work to do) 
Five days after New Years and Steve Harrington was haunting Eddie’s head.
This time at least, it was consensual. 
Mostly. 
“I thought you said New Year's resolutions were a total waste of time and a conformist’s mmrrph--” Gareth cuts off as a ringed hand claps (gently) over his mouth, Eddie’s glare burning a hole in the side of his best friend’s head. 
“No one asked you to comment.” Eddie informs him darkly.  
“He’s got you there, Eds.” Jeff teases, seated on a bin in Gareth’s garage, friends occupying the couch across from him. “It is one of your yearly rants.” 
“New Years Resolutions are just a convenient way for normies to understand my quests.” Eddie sniffs, ignoring the fact that he’d been going on about this since he showed up, several hours ago.    
 He releases Gareth’s mouth, springing up to pace another circuit round the garage. “I refuse to repeat another year in this god-awful high school--and!” 
Spinning on his heels, Eddie flings a hand in the air, the exact same way he had when he auditioned for Sherlock Holmes in Hawkin High’s performance of Hounds of Baskerville. “It is my duty as Hellfire’s DM to figure out what the hell those freshmen are wrapped up in with Harrington!” 
“Rii-iiight.” Gareth remarks. “I’m sure your obsession with this has nothing to do with those, what did you call them?”
Grant covers a laugh with a cough as Gareth pretends to think before saying: “Harrington’s big ol’ puppy dog eyes?”
Eddie’s face goes red. “I told you, I’m not crushing on Steve!” 
“Bro.” Grant says, expression calling out Eddie’s lie better than words ever could. 
“The entire planet knows you have a crush on him, Eds.” Gareth adds, leveling his best friend with a knowing look. “Frankly I’m amazed Steve himself hasn’t figured it out.”
“Shut it!” Eddie hissed, face aflame. “This is about everything else!  What he’s hiding! Why the kids--”
“--worship him.” Jeff, Grant and Gareth all finish as one, their impromptu chorus deflating Eddie like a sad balloon.
“We know.” Grant says. “You think Harrington and the kids are wrapped up in some kind of crazy conspiracy that's eating them all alive and because you have a compulsive desire to solve every mystery put in front of you, you can’t leave it alone. This is starting to become something you should really like, work on man.” 
Eddie turns his glare on Grant. 
“You need to drop out of that AP psychology class.” He demands with another sniff. “It’s rotting your brain.”
“Uh huh.” Grant says, voice dripping in sarcasm. 
“You;’ll see.” Eddie mutters as he resumes his pacing. “You’ll all see when I finally figure it out. You’ll be all,” Eddie straightens, clutching his hands together and squeezing them against his chest, “Oh-my-gawd, Eddie, holy shit, you were so right, they were hiding a huge secret!” 
“Keep dreamin’ bud.” Jeff says flatly, prompting laughs from Gareth and Grant.
Eddie takes off a shoe and throws it at him. 
(Jeff swears it was worth it.) 
xXx
10 days after New Years and Steve Harrington was right there.
Right.
There.
It would be easy to walk across the parking lot, strike up a conversation. Hell, the kids' presence makes it even easier, Eddie knows all he has to do is talk about them before Steve drives them home. 
He just--has to do it. 
"You do know the first step is actually talking to him right?" Jeff teases, leaning against the school’s doorway.
Eddie startles, flushing scarlet. 
"Shut up!" He snaps, turning around to run his hand over his face.
 God why was this so hard!? 
He's talked to plenty of people. Hell, he's talked to Harrington before. Talking was the thing  Eddie arguably did best and suddenly he just fucking…couldn't!? 
"He's waving at you." Jeff observes. 
Eddie whips back around to face the parking lot--to find that Harrington wasn't even facing their direction.
Jeff chuckles. 
"Oh screw you!" Eddie shoves  his shoulder into Jeff’s, glowering. 
Jeff playfully nudges him back. "Just go talk to him man. He didn't bite at the party, and he left you that note, so he's clearly open to it." 
"I know.” Eddie grumbles, moving so he could lean against the opposite side of the doorway. 
“So what’s holding you back?” Jeff turns to look at him now, as Eddie tangles a finger into a few strands of his hair. “It’s not like you hesitate instead of jumping into something head first.” 
Eddie hides in his hair for a moment, unsure of how he wanted to handle this question.
Jeff knew he was gay. All the Corroded Coffin guy’s knew he was gay, after the first (and last) time he tried to buy product from a supplier that wasn’t Rick. 
(Eddie was smart, but he’d been young back then. Hadn’t caught on to the fact the weed he’d been sold was laced with who-knew-what. 
What he did know was that when he and the boys tried it out; Grant had given a very emotional speech about love and acceptance, Jeff wouldn’t stop hugging people, Gareth ended up crying over gender issues and Eddie had admitted he was flamingly gay. 
He never bought from another supplier again, even if he did technically owe the guy who’d brought him and his best friends closer together.) 
Being gay wasn’t exactly the issue.
It was being gay, and having a blatant crush on Steve--the guy who the Hellfire kids loved. The guy who had surprised Eddie by being decent and downright fun. 
The guy who kept insisting he and Buckley were “Platonic with a Capital P”and even with Robin climbing all over him like a lemur, he had in fact kept his hands and eyes to perfectly respectable places. 
Who was practically built to appeal to Eddie, between his stupid sexy smile and the weird mystery he was wrapped up in, the same one that caused his smiles to drop the second he knew no one was paying attention. 
Add in the fact he’d played D&D once before and it was like God had made Eddie’s perfect match.
Of course because Eddie’s relationship with a deity of any kind was agonistic at best, they’d made Steve not only the straightest man to ever rule a high school, but also dangled him in front of Eddie constantly. 
Like a treat he could never, ever have, but will always crave. 
“Oh he’s actually waving at you this time.” Jeff says, and despite the high chance of this being another joke, Eddie looks anyway. 
Sure enough there was Harrington, dumb little grin on his face, waving his hand.
Eddie managed to get his brain to function long enough to wave back. 
“Wow Eds, you actually waved at him. That’s a lot of progress for you.” Gareth chimes in, appearing in between his friends with a smirk. 
“We’re proud of you buddy.” Grant adds, standing behind Gareth. 
Eddie groans aloud. “I hate you all.” He mutters, trying to keep a smile on his face for Steve until the guy turns back to herald the children into the car.
“No you don’t.” Gareth sing-songs, to the snickers of Jeff and Grant. 
And no, he doesn't--but fuck if Eddie didn’t want to wring all their necks. 
xXx
January 13th, Eddie finally gets his first resolution breakthrough.
It came in the form of Sinclair’s girlfriend, oddly enough, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 
“I’m not Lucas’s girlfriend.” The redhead spat, which Eddie thought was a hell of a lot of anger for someone who he had not been formally introduced to but had flung herself into his passenger seat anyway, with a declaration that he would drive her home. 
(He, of course, had been about to protest until Max reminded him with a glare that they were neighbors--which had the effect of making Steve look relieved, like Eddie was doing him some kind of massive favor.
A favor Eddie wanted.
“For totally normal non crush related reasons Gareth, god!”) 
Currently Max is staring out the window as Eddie drives home, arms crossed and in a full sulk.
Eddie recognizes it in her the same way he recognizes it in himself, and knows intimately that he has a chance to be to her, what Wayne was to him.
Someone who didn’t just see the problems he had, but acted on them. 
That began with a conversation. 
“So not that sitting in awkward silence isn’t totally fun, but uh, why am I driving you home instead of Harrington?” Eddie asks, watching Max out of the corners of his eyes. 
She doesn’t even flinch. “What, and miss the chance to ride in the drug mobile?” 
He expects the snappish response but has to give Max credit--she is absolutely the most vicious of Steve’s kids. 
“Ok fair,” He says, because getting angry back was what she wanted. Or at least, what Eddie wanted, back when he was in Max’s shoes. “But don’t all you kids like, worship King Steve? Thought you’d want your beloved babysitting to drive you home..” 
Max’s shoulders hunch immediately, her jaw clenching. “Don’t call him that.”
“Babysitter?” Eddie questions. 
“King Steve, you ass.” She bites back. “If you like him like Lucas and Dustin swear you do, then you wouldn’t be an dick.”  
Quieter, she mutters, “He hates that nickname.” 
“Hate to break it to you, but Steve gave himself that nickname.” Eddie says, if only to buy time while he swallows the fact that the kids have decided he and Steve aren't just cool with each other, but like each other.
Obviously not like-like, as in romantic like, because they weren't psychic, but--
'Focus, idiot! Max is still talking!' 
Max rolls her eyes, huffing angrily as she finally tears her gaze away from the window. “You don’t get it.” 
“I sure as shit don’t and won’t.” Eddie agrees easily, and has to look away to keep the laughter off his face at the confused look it nets him. “Not unless you want to clue me in.” 
She chews over that for a moment, before apparently coming to a decision. “You’re annoying.” 
“Oh come on Red, if you’re gonna insult me at least do it right. Annoying is boring.” Eddie fakes a yawn, and this time does laugh at Max’s outright offended face. 
Thankfully, the antics get him exactly what he wants. 
An answer. 
"Steve saw the real world and decided he wanted to be a better person. To grow up and leave all the stupid high school petty shit behind." Max says, and for a moment it's almost like she's speaking to someone else.
Likely the person she really is mad at, Eddie assumes. 
"Calling him King Steve just takes all that progress away, and for what? Cause you're jealous?" 
She's on a roll now. Eddie remains silent, knowing Max needs to get this out.
That this rant isn't aimed at him. 
"You're mad that things were easy for him? Because newsflash, they weren't. He put in the effort to be a good guy, could even," Max fakes a dramatic gasp, "--apologize!" 
An idea takes shape, both of the unsurprising source of the younger teens' hurt and frustration, and why she at least defends Harrington so hard.
Eddie may not know how exactly Max fits into "The Party" (or even who all is included within it) but it's clear she's just as close to Steve as the rest.
Maybe even a touch moreso, in a way that's eclipsed by Henderson alone. 
Max is still going. "Steve's a genuinely good person and he's earned the right to be acknowledged as one!" 
Her eyes are wet when she finishes and Max angrily swipes at them with her sleeve. 
Eddie knows better than to comment on it, but does take a moment to think her words over. 
"Have you seen it too?" He decides to ask. It's the part that sticks out to him, so it becomes the thread he decides to pull. 
Max blinks. "What?"
"The real world. Have you seen it too?"
"Yeah." Max admits, after a long moment of silence, chewing on her lower lip. "I did. And I wish I hadn't." 
"Sucks huh?"
"You don't know half of it."
"I might not know the exact parts you saw," Eddie agrees, as he pulls up in front of his trailer. "But I have seen plenty of other nasty bits and bobs." 
He puts his van in park. "Just because the monster changes shape doesn't make it any less of a danger, you know?" 
Max sits with that for a moment. Eddie sits with her, his music on even if he has the volume turned down low. 
Waits to see if she'll say more, or if this is all he's getting. 
There’s a slight hesitation--as if for a moment, Max considers opening up--but something in her balks and she opens the door instead. 
“Thanks for the ride.” She grumbles, quiet enough that he almost doesn’t hear, before slamming the door and walking fast to her trailer.
The lights are off, and the car he knows belongs to her mother isn’t in the driveway. 
It’s not unusual to be home alone at this hour. Not for Hawkins kids, and especially not for trailer park kids like them, but for the first time, Eddie finds himself wondering how often she’s alone. 
“Hey, Red!” He calls, as he makes his way out of the van. 
She turns to look at him, and Eddie realizes he must be getting a glimpse of what every adult used to see in him. Fury and discontent, all rolling over a sadness that’s bone deep and afraid to face daylight. 
“You ever wanna explain it to me, you’re welcome to come over.” He says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at his own trailer. 
“Whatever.” Max says with an eye roll, before storming to her front door. 
Eddie waits for the lights to go on, before retreating back to his own house, feeling like he at least established something.
Even if it was just proof that he wasn’t going to blow up or brush her off like everyone else.
xXx  
January 13th's luck didn't end there.
A few hours after Eddie made sure Steve's attack chihuahua child made it home safe, a car pulls up in front of her trailer. 
Curious (and nosey as fuck) Eddie peers out the window to spot Harrington’s Beemer flick its lights off, owner crawling out and up to Max's front door with an arm full of takeout.
Steve stands there for a while, alternating between knocking and not-quite yelling, before finally putting the food down.
Eddie knows now that Steve's some kind of pseudo parent to these kids, that the intent he has towards them is a combination of brotherly and maternal. 
Can't help himself from the opportunity that arises when Harrington moves to peek into one of Max's trailer windows, though. 
"Damn Harrington," Eddie calls out, after quietly slipping onto his front porch. "Didn't know you were the kinda creep to stare into teenage girl's windows."
Steve spins, startled, and nearly goes down on the gravel while doing so. 
Eddie laughs--it's like watching Bambi on ice--but regrets it immediately when the younger man trots over to him. 
Puts his hands up and is about to defend himself out of sheer habit. 
"Is she okay?" Steve asks, trotting up the two steps so he can lower his voice. 
Eddie wiggles his raised hands in a “maybe” sort of gesture before lowering them. 
“She’s fine right now, but she’s definitely upset.” 
Steve hums, peering worriedly at the opposing trailer, takeout food sitting innocently by Max’s door. “
“She’s been upset for a while. I just…” He trails off, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do for her, you know? She’s not as easy to figure out as the others.”
Which isn’t the least bit surprising. At least, it isn’t to Eddie. 
While he can’t speak for their missing fourth member, the remaining three freshmen are the kind to wear their emotions on their sleeves, in their own ways. Mike and Dustin compete for loudest but even Lucas, the most likely to let things go, eventually explodes. 
All Harrington has to do to handle any of their issues is simply see that something is wrong, and then ask about it. 
The drive from the high school to the trailer park took less than fifteen minutes but in them, Eddie knew immediately that Max was far more like himself at heart. Angry at everything and everyone, using insults or humor to distract from her real problems. 
Eddie now was better than he was, the eleven year old kid who’d been dumped on his Uncle, extremely wary of adults and furious at the world at large. 
Like recognizes like though, even if he’s made progress. 
“I think the best thing you can do is keep being there for her.” Eddie admits quietly, because this is an area he can actually provide some insight for.  “That all that anger isn’t going to push you away. Just don’t be surprised if it takes her a while to understand you won’t abandon her like everybody else did.”
“Huh.” Steve says, and Eddie shouldn’t be surprised that Steve is taking him seriously. Not after the not-Christmas party, but he is. 
That’s part of the mystery of Steve Harrington, after all. 
The way Steve never quite reacts the way Eddie thinks he’s going to. 
“If she doesn’t take the food can you let me know?” Steve asks, and he sounds so sad about it that Eddie couldn’t possibly refuse, even if he’d wanted to. 
“Sure thing man.” He agrees. 
Harrington watches Max’s door for a moment longer before heaving himself off the porch with a sigh
“Oh,” He says, turning around partway to his car. “ We’re gonna have a movie night next Friday night. You should come.” 
‘Bing-fucking-go.’ 
“Well how could I say no to the King himself? Tell me the time and I’ll be there.” Eddie says, and then watches Steve’s face as he winces. 
Apparently, Red was right. 
Steve doesn’t rip his head off for the nickname though. Plows right on ahead, as if Eddie hadn’t called him it at all. 
"We were planning on making it just the adults--or at least, not the freshmen.” He nods towards Max’s trailer. 
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sure they’re just delighted to be left out.” 
"You’d be surprised.” Steve says with a long-suffering look. “I've been informed I need more adult friends." 
Eddie can’t help but tease, though he softens his voice and grins to take the teeth out of it. "Band geek and a bunch of fourteen years olds not good enough for you?" 
"You’re forgetting my ex girlfriend." Steve adds, with his own self deprecating tone. 
“Well damn  Harrington, guess the town freak might actually be a step up for you!” Eddie says, loving that this version of Steve is willing to banter like this. 
“I dunno man, I think that nickname might be overhyped.” Steve says, and there’s that grin back on his face, the one he wore when he was stealing meaningless corporate trophies out of his father’s office. “I don’t think you’re that freaky at all.” 
He dips down in a movement that takes Eddie a moment to realize is him mimicking the curtsey he had given Eddie at the Christmas party, before getting in the Beemer. 
Then he’s gone, leaving Eddie trying to recover on the porch, wondering if the last part of that conversation actually happened or if he just wanted it so badly he dreamed the whole thing.
(When he looks back over to Max’s trailer, the takeout by the door is gone.) 
xXx 
20 days after New Years and Eddie didn’t know what he expected from a movie night at Steve’s-- but it wasn’t getting his ass kicked at beer pong. 
Of course, this may have been his fault. 
It started when Steve, three beers into a home recording of Animal House, made an off comment about Nancy Wheeler once putting all of Hawkin’s to shame at a party. 
(“Her aim has always been insane.” He'd added, as Nancy rolled her eyes and tried to hide her pleased grin behind a hand.  
Eddie had been a little surprised to see Steve hadn’t been kidding about Nancy coming--but also realized that Steve might have been serious when he’d joked about not really having a lot of friends. 
In Eddie's head, a miniature bat version of himself donned a detective's hat and cape, whipping out a notepad to dutifully write down; ‘Clue one: Steve has very few friends.’
“You, Nancy Wheeler, beat out four teams of dumb jocks…at beer pong?” Eddie asked, in total disbelief. 
“I did.” Nancy told him smugly. “And I could do it again.” 
“Really?” Eddie had said and it hadn’t been intended as a challenge, but it was taken as one.)
 Three games in, the beer having a long run out (they were actually playing “Vodka Shot Ball") and Eddie has to concur. 
Nancy Wheeler was in fact, god’s gift to throwing small orange balls into cups.
“How are you doing this!?” Eddie yells, throwing his hands in the air as Nancy sinks her last shot, Robin shrieking in victory behind her. 
Hand on her hip, Nancy gives him a lazy, smug smile. “I suppose,” She says, tilting her head, sounding for all the world like a cat who’s caught a canary, “--it would be my incredibly good aim.”
 Robin, who previously had been paired with Steve before insisting they switch (and who is more than a little drunk), shouts; “Take that Munson!” before grabbing Nancy’s wrists, pulling her into a dance. 
Laughing, Nancy goes with her, their celebration a stark contrast to the other half of the table where Steve is leaning heavily on his elbows. 
"Alright. Maybe, you do have some ungodly skills." Eddie admits, putting his hands on his head. “Forgive me for doubting you, oh Queen of beer pong.” 
"Oh, now you admit it?" Steve mutters playfully, head hanging low. "Couldn't have done it before I ran out of beer?"
"Hush Harrington, you enjoyed it." Eddie grins knocking a hip into his teammates
He too, is more than a touch drunk, despite having been on Nancy’s team for the prior two rounds. 
Vodka-Shot Ball, as it turns out, is enough to really mess a person up if you miss enough. 
"Did I?” Steve moans, before hiccupping.
(“Harrington you’re a jock, are you missing on purpose!?” Eddie had asked early in this game, when Steve’s shots had gone from fairly decent to fucking abysmal. 
“He’s two shots in, Eddie.” Robin had spoken for her soulmate, as she aimed a ball at a cup. “All those concussions don’t play nice with hard alcohol. Why do you think I switched sides?”
“I’ll remember this betrayal, Rob.” Steve grumbled in response. “See if I ever do your hair for you again.”
Batective Eddie promptly scribbled; ‘Clue Two, Steve has had a lot of concussions and can no longer handle a lot of hard liquor’ down on his notepad, puffing on his little old-timey pipe. ‘Also he does hair.’) 
“Now that Stubbornson over here has finally admitted defeat,” Steve says, “Can we please go lay down? We're way too drunk for another round.” 
“Speak for yourself, Lightweight. I’m fine.” Eddie tells him, walking towards the door to the kitchen.
Of course life cannot tolerate him being smooth and so Eddie walks dead-on into the closed glass door rather than the open one next to it. 
He staggers back and loses his balance, falling hard on his ass. 
“Shit!” Someone curses. 
“You okay Eddie?” Someone else asks.
“Yeah.” He moans, rubbing at his head. 
Wheeler appears next to him, shooing his hands away from his face so she could examine him. 
“You’re an idiot.” Nancy informs him calmly, hands expertly checking his head. Her touch is professional, but Eddie's surprised by it anyway, “But I think you’ll live.” 
Eddie squints up at her. “How come you’re not drunk?” He asks, and okay, yeah, he definitely hears the slur in his voice this time. 
"I only had three drinks across all three games." Nancy informs him sweetly. "None of them were vodka."
"I hate you." Eddie moans dramatically, before opting to lay down on the porch. 
“No you don’t.” Nancy says confidently, and then pats his head, before getting up from her crouch. “How are you doing Steve?”
“Kill me.” Comes Harrington's voice from across the patio, sounding very pathetic. 
Eddie wishes he could pet his head.  
“Denied!” Robin calls out. “Don’t even joke about that dingus, you got too close last summer as it was.”
(Batective Eddie, swaying a little with a beer bottle in his paw, tries to write that down.
He somewhat succeeds.) 
Nancy disappears for a moment and Eddie wills himself to sit up--or at the very least roll to where Harrington and Buckley are. 
"I'm going to drive myself and Robin home.”  Nancy announces as she reappears, alongside a hovering bottled water. 
Gratefully, he takes it.
With a tone that’s only this side of too-sweet, she asks; “Eddie? Would you like a ride?”
He considers it.
On one hand, that means he leaves his van here. So someone else has drive him to get it back in the morning (unless Harrington drives it to him and while Eddie finds himself weirdly unopposed to that idea, he doesn’t want to impose.
…Or inflict the current sad state of his van’s interior on Steve before he knows the guy better.) 
On the other hand, he’s clearly too drunk to drive, which means more time with a drunk Steve Harrington.
That’s gotta be good for figuring out clues, right? 
(In his head, Batective Eddie shoots him a thumbs up from where he lays, facedown on the floor.) 
 "If I get into a car I’m going to hurl." He announces. “So I’m gonna pass.” 
Nancy makes a very unlady like noise, and Eddie grins, finally managing to lurch up to his elbows. “Nancy Wheeler was that a snort!?” He teases gleefully, as she rolls her eyes. 
“Maybe.” She says, then holds out a hand. 
Eddie slaps his in it, but does his best not to pull on her. Instead he mostly uses her for balance as he works his way to his feet. 
“You guys get home safe okay?” Steve says, voice uncharacteristically serious as Robin helps him up from the pool chair he'd collapsed in. “Check in when you do.” 
That’s weird--Eddie half expects it to be some sort of inside joke or macho, alpha man type comment but instead both Robin and Nancy nod seriously. 
“We will.” Nancy promises. “Thank you for inviting me, Steve. Nice meeting you properly, Eddie.” 
She gifts him with a smile, an honest one, before guiding Robin out the door. 
Who screams; “Bye losers, love you!” as she exits.  
(Eddie thinks this might be another moment for Batective Eddie except he’s sort of getting a headache and kinda just wants to sleep rathe than envision his Sherlock Holmes styled bat-self.) 
They follow the ladies in, Eddie beelining for the first cough he sees. 
“You can sleep it off here.” Steve tells him, zombie-walking to his fridge. He pulls out a soda and chugs it as Eddie falls face first into couch cushions, taking a moment to let his stomach settle before adjusting to a better position. 
"Nah I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second." Eddie mumbles. “Be fine in a ‘lil bit, promise.” 
Does so, and enjoys the sweet, sweet darkness that envelops him. 
He jerks awake a moment later, blinking hard in the dark. A blanket has been draped over him, and his shoes kicked off, though judging from where they landed Eddie thinks he’s done that part himself.
A glance at his wristwatch reveals it's 1 AM, and Eddie goes to scrub his eyes with his hands.
Shit, he hadn't intended to stay this long. 
Harrington’s creepy Christmas shit’s all gone, replaced by walls so blank they look almost sterile. 
It creates a different, quieter vibe that's almost more spooky than the Santa-themed tomb Eddie had previous seen. The large windows throw shadows across the open space, like elongated fingers. It covers parts of the room in thick darkness, giving the appearance than anything could be hiding within them. 
There's blankets on the couch catty-corner to Eddie’s. They're rucked up, and the sound of running water abruptly clues Eddie in to where Steve might be. 
A golden glow erupts from the kitchen, then off again, before repeating the pattern.  
( Batective Eddie returns with a squeak, frantically waving a sign. 
It reads ‘Steve is afraid of flickering lights, remember!?’) 
The noise in the kitchen has gone eerily quiet. The bad kind, that makes the hairs on his neck stand up, and Eddie rolls off the couch and to his feet, making his way to the kitchen. 
Comes around the corner to see Steve frozen halfway to the stove, his head craned upward at the ceiling lights. 
Eddie knew that whatever had happened, a clear trigger for all those involved (the kids, Harrington, hell even Nancy Wheeler that one time in the library--) was electrical issues in lights. 
He clears his throat, the sound coming out like more of a growl. He coughs to clear it, then sidles closer. 
Steve has a stillness to his body that Eddie doesn’t clock until it’s too late, his hand already reaching out to tap the taller man’s shoulder. 
"Hey, uh Steve?"
Gets the shock of his life when Steve yanks his shoulder away, spinning back and around like he's been burned. 
Eddie gets a flash of wide brown eyes, glassy and wild, before a frying pan is swung at his head. 
"What the hell Harrington!" Eddie yelps, falling down on his ass and scrambling backwards, pan missing his head by inches. 
(Envisions in his head his Batective self throwing his notes in the air, taking flight with a startled “Fleeeee!”)
Harrington stands over him. Looks just like Wayne did that one time a car battery caught fire and exploded near the trailer. 
Like he was somewhere else, and prepared to do what he had to in order to get back. 
Chest heaving, Eddie put aside all thoughts of stupid bats and did what he did best.
Talked.
xXx
20 days after New Years, Steve almost takes Eddie's head off with a frying pan. 
Doesn't realize he's swung it like a weapon until he hears the surprised shout, his brain too steeped in adrenaline and old fears. 
Freezes, because the shout sounds like one of the kids but he doesn’t remember them being here...
"--eve?"
"What?" He asks, the ringing slowly easing as his tunnel vision does. 
He'd heard the growl, saw the lights flicker…
A gentle hand presses into his bicep, and he finds himself staring into Eddie Munson’s eyes. 
The guy has a sort of look on his face that says he's trying his best not to freak out, but then Steve blinks and it's gone. 
Replaced with something gentle, if cautious. 
"You wouldn't mind if I just," Eddie trails off as his ringed fingers slowly stroke down Steve's arm, before carefully taking hold of the pan’s handle. "--took this, aye love?"
It's the nickname that brings Steve back fully, and he loosens his grip on the pan, surrendering it to Munson. 
"Thank you Steve." He says, leaning to put the pan back on the stove, far out of Steve's current reach. 
Then his hands return to Steve's wrists, and he finds himself staring at them in confusion.
Not because he doesn't know what happened--he does.
It's  more that he's shocked Eddie is still willing to touch him after he nearly brained him. 
"There's egg on the floor." Steve says, because it's the easiest thought to have at the moment. 
Easier than apologizing. 
Definitely easier than explaining.
"We'll clean the egg up later." Eddie says firmly, and Steve's never heard him use that tone of voice before. Firm and unyielding, like he has all the answers.
It's the kind of voice Steve can surrender his anxiety to and he finds himself almost sinking into it. 
If Munson asked him to walk over a cliff just then, he would be more than a little tempted.
"Let's go sit down, just for a few minutes." Eddie tells him, a gentle tug on his wrists and Steve finds himself breathing out, his body shivering with the release of stress. 
He nods, unable to speak, and allows himself to be maneuvered out into his living room, then down on one of the loveseats. 
Eddie sits next to him, his thigh a line of grounding heat pressed against Steve's leg and he focuses on it to keep himself in the present. 
"You back with me?"
Steve works his throat, hyper aware of how dry it is. "Yeah." He says.
Then adds, "sorry."
"Don't apologize, man. I've done plenty of trip sitting in my day. I know a panic attack when I see one."
Steve vaguely wants to ask what the hell trip sitting is, but finds himself unconsciously leaning towards Eddie instead. 
Somehow he doesn't mind, even though Steve's practically squished up against him. Not that Eddie's ever been one to care about personal space, but Steve knows there's a difference between a teasing joke and whatever this is. 
Eddie's thumb begins to rub gentle, grounding circles into the meat of Steve's wrist. 
It gives his eyes something to track and gratefully Steve does, so he doesn't have to look Eddie in the face. 
Isn't sure he can clear the tears trying to wet his eyes in time to brush this off. 
Claim it's nothing serious.
"You wanna talk about it?" Eddie asks and somehow Steve didn't account for how direct the metalhead could be.
The tears strengthen and for a moment his vision blurs with them, before he sucks in a shuddering breath and forces himself back under control. 
'God Steven, toughen up.' His father's voice rings out in his head, the memory branded into Steve's very being. 'It's ridiculous how much you cry. Do you think anyone wants to put up with that?'
Steve had answered no then, tone wobbling. 
"I--" He starts, "--signed an NDA."
Which is not, at all, what he meant to say, but too late now. 
"The cops and I aren't exactly on speaking terms, your secrets are safe with me." Eddie says, entirely unphased. 
Which ghosts a smile over Steve’s face at least, even as he finds himself totally lost. 
How exactly is he supposed to explain this? 
The Upside Down, the Russians, hell even the way he's become hyper vigilant?
That certain words or references act like bullets, sending him to the floor in a spiral of burning panic? 
Nevermind his finely honed instinct to use anything as a weapon when startled.
Sensing his discomfort, Eddie hums quietly before making a suggestion. "How about you tell me a totally fake, very unreal  story?"
Steve croaks a laugh. 
"I'm a really bad story teller." He warns. 
"Practice makes perfect." Eddie tells him, leaning his shoulder into the taller man's. 
Grateful--and feeling more than a little pathetic--Steve finds himself seeking out the touch. 
"Okay." He agrees quietly, with a jerky nod of his head. "A--completely untrue, over exaggerated story. I can do that." 
So he does. 
xXx 
The story Steve tells in halting, fumbling bursts of words involves monsters, the supernatural, government secrets and coverups. 
The latter half of which doesn't even surprise Eddie--anyone with half a brain could see the sheer number of incidents that happened one after another was a cover up for something big-- but he can't help himself from trying to detangle reality from fiction. 
Monsters he gets. It's easier to pretend the bad guy is an evil creature than a real person, to distance yourself from it in such a way it feels fake. 
The supernaturally gifted girl is a little harder, but if you replace superpowers with some poor kid involved in some kind of shitty, abusive government program, then he can buy it. 
What Steve never explains, is what set him off. 
Eddie tells him so. 
"I told you I was a bad storyteller." Steve says in response, which isn’t an explanation but then, Eddie realizes he is pushing awful hard for a guy who he barely knows to bare his soul--and who, in turn, barely knows him.
Not really anyway.
Not outside of rumors and old wounds. 
"Is there anything that ever helps you feel safer?" 
"People." Steve says immediately. "People always help but ah, well." His smile is pained, self deprecating. "I can't exactly ask for sleepovers every night, can I?”
He shrugs. “So I just keep a few things close.' 
"A few things?"
"My nailbat."
"Is the nailbat a bat…with nails in it?" Eddie hedges, desperately attempting to keep a calm, straight face because what the fuck? 
But this was a no judging zone, and it wasn’t as if a bat with nails in it was the weirdest thing Eddie had ever encountered. Not since Uncle Wayne’s friends informed him they had at minimum, seventeen guns hidden in their own trailer across town. 
‘Things are happening at night, kid. Bad things. Don’t go too far into the woods looking for trouble.’
"Maybe." Steve admits. 
"How about instead of hugging a nail bat to sleep, if things get bad you come over. Wayne works the night shift and I have insomnia anyways." 
"Really?" 
Eddie can’t blame him for sounding surprised. 
"Yeah man. No skin off my nose, though you will be stuck hearing my beautiful sweetheart. She's a guitar sent from heaven. "
"I can handle that." He says, a smile ghosting across his face. 
Then; "Thanks Eddie."
Eddie presses his shoulder against Steve’s. "Anytime, big boy." 
(Crisis over, Batective Eddie returns, swooning. 
Eddie mentally squashes him under his own notes.) 
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angelanderson · 9 months
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I really want an Ellabs x reader fic of fem reader really needing comfort bc she's sad/overwhelmed but she tries to hide it from ellabs but obv they notice smth is off, so they tell her they noticed smth is wrong and she kinda breaks down at that, then they comfort her thru it, listening to her problems or insecurities n'stuff <33 Sorry if it's confusing and/or too long, u dont gotta do it but i'd appreciate it tons <33 (Im totally not self projecting)
ur projecting = supported. 🫢 100% sfw/comfort fic but still no men or minors. type of relationship between them is up to u! this ended up a semi- full length fic oops ? enjoy!
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sometimes it just feels too hard. being the newest member in jackson means you feel like you have to prove your worth 24/7. and it’s exhausting, really. abby is just so strong, ellie has the best patrol work, and you? you feel… weak. you (falsely) feel like nothing you’ve done has proven you’re worth the space in jackson.
so when monday rolls around, you tell ellie and abby you have plans with someone else so you can just go home and hide. they don’t question that, why would they? tuesday you tell them you wanna go to bed early. okay, fine. but then it’s wednesday, and they’re starting to get that something is going on with you.
the worry starts to kick in wednesday night after maria tells the two women you asked to go home early, citing that you’re not feeling well. abby all but drags ellie to your tiny place immediately after hearing maria’s words. you always tell each other everything. so why didn’t you now?!
it’s easy to know abby and ellie are knocking at your door simply because of the sheer force of it. five minutes you try to pretend you’re not home. you don’t want them to see you in this state; you’ve been ugly crying for two hours now. however, they don’t give up. it’s not like you could expect anything else from them.
“baby, we know you’re home. let us in, yeah? we’re worried about you,” abby shouts out after another two minutes of knocking.
you respond back with a sickly voice from the sofa, “no, go away. ‘m busy.”
you can just feel the attitude enter ellie’s body now. you know how stubborn she can be. “no, we know you’re lying. i will find a way in if you don’t let us in within the next thirty seconds.”
you know she isn’t joking as you move to open the door. the sight of you upon opening the door is not a pretty one— your face is red, covered in tears. ellie takes a deep breath before she pushes in. she won’t let you shut them out anymore. abby shuts the door before them before heading you back onto the sofa with them. each other is on either side of you within the matter of seconds.
as per usual, abby is the first one to break the silence. “oh, honey, what’s going on? we could’ve helped you sooner if we knew.” the way she sounds sad just makes you feel worse.
insecurities once again bubbling over, you do the only thing you can think of: you try to shove abby away. being significantly stronger than you means it didn’t feel like a single thing. however, abby won’t put up with you lashing out right now. she knows you can be their sweet girl even in the toughest of moments.
ellie watches like a hawk as abby grabs both of your wrists to stop you from trying to push her away again. “just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can act out. are you going to be the big girl i know you are now? or do i need to keep you here?”
the concerned sternness of her voice makes you whimper in reply. fresh tears leak down your face as you try to find the words to explain. “i- i just don’t think i deserve to be here! everyone, especially you two, carry your weight around here! and what do i do? i’m just a stupid girl working in the bar!”
and, well, neither of them could say they were expecting that response. sure, you were newer to Jackson, but so was everyone at one point. you were also one of the most popular Jackson residents— everyone loves the energy you bring to the bar after a long day of work. so it just makes sense that both women are beyond shocked to realize that this is why you’re so down. how could you not know how loved you are here?
as yet another round of tears starts to fall, you feel abby’s big arms quickly pull you into her chest. your body starts to shake with each inhale as you start to sob into abby’s chest. while ellie rushes to rub your back, abby starts to tilt your head up so you can see her.
“angel, angel, no. let’s take some deep breathes and then we’ll all have a talk, okay?”, abby coos as she wipes away the falling tears.
ellie puts your right hand over abby’s heart when your breathing doesn’t start to slow any. she speaks in the softest voice she can muster up,“deep breaths with me and abby, baby. feel abby’s heart beat. we’re all going to just relax together before anything else.”
two minutes between your favorite people is all it takes to reduce you to just sniffles. you slouch back into your seat once you’ve finally caught your breath. you look up at abby and ellie with wet eyes before letting out a long sigh. no one is sure who should speak first.
ellie decides she’ll be the one to start, “it’s not true, you know? everyone here loves you. helping run the bar is important. you create a space where we can all relax for once. emphasis on the relax part.”
abby grunts in agreement with ellie. “you know ellie’s right, don’t you baby,” abby questions before looking over to ellie, “our favorite girl’s always making everyone feel happy, isn’t she?”
“for real though, you really do play a big part here. you know ellie and i started arguing less when you came around? pretty big deal there, you know. even joel commented on it,” the dirty blonde continues on the conversation.
and that makes you giggle for the first time all day. “even joel? really?” while you knew they had a previous history of more frequent fights, you didn’t know even joel was over it back then too.
“yeah, it’s really true,” abby starts before taking a breath to think about her next words. she exhales, “strength isn’t everything, you know? you add just as much as we do here. creating a space where people can relax while we live on this hell on earth is just as important as what we do. we all do the best here because we are better with each other. our system can’t function without others.”
you’re sure you’d be crying tears of happiness right now if you weren’t so exhausted from all your previous crying. your previous anxieties start to slip away as you start to truly internalize both of their words from today. you are important. you matter here. just like everyone else.
no one is given a chance to speak before you’re pulling ellie and yourself on top of abby. “i love you, i love you, i love you both,” you whisper out. “you’re right. i promise i’ll come talk to you next time i’m feeling down, okay? know you’ll make me say that part next!”
“okay smarty pants, you better. also, we always are, darling. love you the most,” teases ellie before she presses a kiss to the back of your head.
“hey! what if i love you both the most? then what?” you’re sure you can feel ellie roll her eyes as abby whines out playfully.
“okay, okay. how about we all love each other the most? can we just agree so i can drink some water now? my head is killing me.” a major post-crying headache has just started to come on for you.
ellie rolls her eyes playful at both of you. “i’ll get us all some water”, she commands as she walks to your kitchen, “and get comfy with abby. we’ll watch a movie, and yes, you can choose today.”
yay! end note to say ur important and i’m glad ur here + love that we all each add our own special things to this earth 🫂
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hajihiko · 11 months
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I interpret Kaz's relationship with his dad a little differently from that one convo. He says something like 'he knew better than anyone that we didn't have the money' and I took that as his dad wanted him to go and have fun like a normal kid and not worry about the money. Of course, I don't justify physical discipline and it is abuse, even if the parent is well intentioned. I think that Kaz does love his dad and they're relationship might be more complicated. But you know that's just one of the many things he needs to work out in therapy.
(Again this is just my interpretation and I'm not saying yours is wrong. I do love the art.)
Just gonna use this as a little jumping point to talk about this bc why not, warnings for obviously sensitive topics
I dont think you're wrong, I actually probably agree, but one thing;
It's not uncommon for public perception to weigh more than actual actions or intent. In the example given, I see it like so; yeah, Souda sr. wanted his son to go on a field trip that they couldn't really afford. Yeah, Kaz wanted to help the household by not going on the trip and saving the money. Both have good intent here. It's not about that, though, because in Souda sr.'s eyes, refusing to go on the trip is like admitting that they're poor, which is like saying the father can't provide for his family, which is like public humiliation- in his eyes. In a fit of rage (and insecurity, if it's something that's already weighing on his mind, as these things often go) the assumption isnt that his son was trying to help, just that he did something that makes the father look bad. Which is a bigger trigger than most things, often, for patriarchal authority figures.
And it not an excuse for physical harm, no, nothing is. Probably, Souda sr. knows that, and didn't mean to snap- doesnt think he committed an act of child abuse- but he's been under a lot of stress, and his son was talking back, and, well.
I think they do usually get along alright, and Souda sr. does his best to provide for himself and his son and keep their relationship good, and Kazuichi is genuinely grateful for everything his dad's done for him? But in the end, it's another person Kazuichi trusted teaching him the lesson that people will let him down and hurt him, in some way at some point. If your parent whom you trust has made you genuinely afraid of them, it's hard to come back from it, and someone as anxious and emotionally sensitive as Kazuichi will hold onto that forever, probably, even as he might internalized some of it as his own fault.
It's a lot more complicated than just "bad father, sad son" (but again, not excusable, you don't hit your kids period). It's father and son who love each other and might be the only family they both have, but they clash horribly on occasion, make up (or don't talk about it at all), things die down, stay good for a while, then there's another clash- so it goes, even if the bad times are only occasional. The biggest Thing about these kind of relationships, to me, is that it's so easy to fall into a routine and let things stagnate, and before you know it, it's just How Things Are and it's easier to just deal than start rocking the boat.
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blackrabbittwst · 7 months
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Hi I was the one who asked for the Aladdin one and yeah I totally should've clarified!!! So what I mean is that I wanted their personality to be like Aladdin (charming mischievous quick-witted caring etc.) and that some part of Aladdins background in them. Like them being good at stealing things bc they need to. hope this helps. Please tell me if u need more info!!!
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A/N: It’s all good! Thank you for the details! That should work!
A/N 2: I actually started writing this a year ago, so I’ll go back and proofread it later.
Synopsis: Dating an Aladdin-like S/O
Characters: Jamil Viper and Kalim Al Asim
Pairings: Jamil Viper x Reader, Kalim Al Asim x Reader
Gender/Pronoun: Gender Neutral
Warning: N/A
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Kalim Al Asim
Kalim would be easily drawn to your charming nature. He already has this innocence and trusting personality, that he would be an easy person to captivate. Thankfully he has Jamil to help him avoid a lot of these people and their schemes at home. However, if you do fancy the adorable son of Al Asim, it won’t be too hard to catch him with your charms.
However, despite your charms, you’d probably be drawn into his own charms as well. While he may not act it, Kalim has his own unique charm that even draws the entire dorm to his side. So together you both would be a charming power couple! Everyone would be attracted to both of you and be surrounded with love and affection.
Since he’s such a pure boy, he wouldn’t initiate or encourage any mischievous schemes you might be pulling of they’re past the point of small harmless pranks. However if you only pull harmless pranks, he’d probably have fun setting it up with you and giggling. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or make them sad. He would also be against anything violent since he wouldn’t want to see you hurt.
If your schemes or plans are more harsh, hurt people’s feelings, etc., he would scold you for not being kind to other people and how you’re better than that. He’d mention you’re too smart to be hurting others with your skills. You could be using them to help others instead. He might even get upset to the point of crying.
He wouldn’t really appreciate it if you steal at your older age. He’d understand and not criticize if you stole necessary items like food and water as a child to survive. However, now you attend the most prestigious magic school, so there’s no need to steal anymore. Instead he’d promise to buy you anything they wanted instead!
If you continued to steal after talking to him about it though, it will be a betrayal of his trust to some degree. He’s used to being taken advantage of by other people who want to obtain his wealth, so he’s experienced theft. The idea of you stealing would remind him of people who have hurt him in the past. He doesn’t understand why you would continue to steal if he could buy you anything you wanted.
If you wanted to give back to the poor, just tell him. He doesn’t understand what the lower privilege class goes through on a daily basis, so you would need to sneak him out to a town and show him first hand. He’s lived a life of luxury, but they doesn’t mean he’s greedy, if anything all he ever wants to do is make people happy and be happy. He’s willing to supply anything the town would need if you help him understand what they go through and what they need.
You and Kamil go into the town you grew up in while wearing hoods to cover your faces. You made sure to mention that this trip was purely to understand how people are living, and that you would help them later. If you both were not careful, people might recognize him and go into a frenzy. You did clarify that you would explain everything when you both made it back to the dorm because asking questions in earshot could also blow his cover. Holding his hand, you lead him to the back alleys where he comes face to face to starving children and homeless families begging for food. Kamil would look at them so sadly, not understanding how they got in this situation. He grew up in a home that always had plentiful of food and jugs full of water to the point where he never felt much in the way of hunger or thirst over a long period of time. Seeing these children run up to him and grasp onto his pants legs almost made him cry. The moment he’d watch you take out an apple from your bag and carefully hand it to the child, he knew he fell in love again. Your warm smile made his heart flutter and the way the child’s face lit up so brightly made him so incredibly happy when this child was crying merely moments ago. While you were handing out some food you had just bought down the street, many of the citizens asked you who was the man that accompanied you. Normally you would swing by these alleys by yourself, so seeing that you had a fried delighted them. They were all worried you weren’t making friends and that you were spending too much time there than at the fancy school you worked so hard to get into. You would reassure them it was the least you could do after all the help they gave you growing up. You did introduce Kalim to them as your boyfriend at school but mentioned he was very shy to avoid too much attention towards him.
Back at the dorm, Kalim asked you many questions, like why these people were without homes, why they didn’t have food, why no one else helped them, etc. You did attempt to answer all his concerns, but ultimately it really varies on a person to person basis. It broke your heart to see him look so dejected and sad to see all those people on need, especially since you grew up that way. After a large deep breath, Kamil hops up and exclaims that he was going to start giving back to those people! You were completely surprised, but not because you didn’t think Kalim would offer his wealth for other. It was the fact that he decided this so quickly and without any judgement towards the individuals who lived there. Of course you had to guide him on what to buy the people in the town. For example, they don’t need wine at the moment, nor do they need golden chairs to sit on. You were very gentle and passionate as you explained what are actually necessity items they don’t actually have. The list of common goods was so shocking to Kalim. He knew that they did not have much in the way of belongings, but even jugs to hold water was something they they struggled with since they could develop cracks over time. He would end up thanking you for showing him how grateful he should be about his life and that he should focus on using his ressources for the people in need. It really warmed you heart to see him so excited to help others like yourself.
Jamil Viper
Let’s be honest, Jamil would be super suspicious of you at first. He would be able to catch glimpses of you stealing food here and there or using your charming personality on the fly as you convinced people that you were not planning something like a scam (but you indeed were).
He would think you had ulterior motives when you wanted to get closer to Kalim. However what he doesn’t realize is that the reason you seemed to be getting closer to Kalim was to actually get closer to himself.
When he realized how caring you were and how you cared for the less fortunate, he would allow himself to open himself up more to you. He would act less cold towards you and not avoid your presence. By watching your good nature, he’d eventually realize you were not there to take advantage of the Al Asim family.
He’s used to keeping his guard up, so he would be apprehensive and not tolerate your mischievous side. He finds it troublesome since it causes him issues he’d have to clean up. However , if you involve him in your schemes, he’s totally game. He’d definitely want fo help if it was involving harmlessly pranking Kalim (as long as it didn’t get back to Kalim that Jamil was apart of it so his parents won’t find out), or if it involved scamming the King of Greed (AKA Azul lol). As long as Jamil isn’t responsible, he’s a lot more chill.
Like getting Kalim to run into a door opening blocked by cling wrap and seeing his face scrunch up in the transparent film! After you set up the trap, Jamil would probably be the one to lead Kalim to the door’s opening and duck gracefully under the film before Kalim runs smack face first into the stuff. Of course you’d all share a laugh afterwards (and someone might post it on magicam).
After learning to trust you, he’d also get caught up in your charm and be attracted to your quick-witt. While he does find Kalim a little troublesome, his own charm is what really keeps their friendship alive. Despite not showing it, he’d find this charming side of you endearing and special. It would be something he loved the most about you as your carefree nature won over the entire dorm
Similar to Kalim, you’d be able to convince him to do things with you despite his initial rejections. Please convince this overworked boy to relax and take a nap with you. Normally this would be impossible but if you worded it in such a way, he might be willing to listen. A decent excuse would be: enjoying himself and his free time rather than continuing to suffer and half-ass everything (so basically instead of trying to be mid, be lazy and smack off here and there), would be more worth his time. Also the moment when you quickly react to a problem, he’d be so impressed. It would be a reminder why he liked you in the first place. You had a quality that the Great Seven of Scarabia would adore, which was your wisdom.
When he finds out why you resort to stealing, he wouldn’t criticize you too much. He’s experienced his fair share of swiping food when he was in middle school, and your reason was even more heroic than his immature past self. However, he has matured since then and he would encourage you to stop the antics since it was bound to get messy and cause you more issues than benefit in the long term. He understands living as someone less privilege and trying to survive, but you’re at NCR now and there’s no reason to steal anymore. There were many other ways to give back to the poor that didn’t include the five finger discount.
He’d help you out as much as he can and maybe even manipulate Kalim to help out too. For example, he’d convince Kamil to donate money to you as a sponsor so you do not have to worry about your financial situation. He could also tell Kalim about donating his money to charities around Sage Island rather than spending it so frivolously. He’d also assist you helping others in need on his spare time like volunteering to cook for the hungry.
While in town on a free weekend, you were peacfully wandering around window shopping with Jamil and admiring the stuff you could only dream of obtaining. You noticed a small shadow moving in the corner of your eyes getting slowly closer than what you’re comfortable with. As the figure reaches in your pocket, Jamil swiftly snatch their arm and you turn to look at the thief in eyes. In front of you was a dirtied faced, wide-eyed small child not much older than 10. His face, despite all the soot and dirt smudged on his face, pales at the sight of his victim staring him down, catching him in the act of pickpocketing. His eyes water as he begins to tear up, so shocked as he gasps for air, attempting to utter a single word. Like a fish being quickly reeled in to be then eaten by a hungry fisherman, the small boy tries to wrangle out of your grasp. Before he could get free, he feels something cold hit his hand, which made him jump out of his skin. You gently let go of his arm as he scampers away desperate to get away from his captor. After rounding the corner, the boy remembers the cold sensation in his hand earlier. He slowly opens his hand to see a shiny gold coin. He closed his hand, and reopened it a few times thinking this was just a big joke.
“If you needed help, you could have ask us.” Jamil says behind him. ‘When did he even get behind me?!’ The boy thought as he whipped his head around to stare at the couple he just tried to pickpocket. Before he could zip off again, you kneel on the ground to his eye level and ask, “What do you need the money for?” Your kind voice resonated inside somewhere in the boy. It was something he hadn’t heard in a long time. The image of his late mother flashed in his head as she gently rubbed his head while softly telling him how much she loved him. Your voice alone allowed him to trust you and Jamil, just a little bit. “My sister. She’s sick. And my brother is starving.” The boy quietly mutters while looking at the ground. You hum with acknowledgement as the boy’s eyes fill with tears again, being reminded of his harsh situation. “Come back with us and we can get you some medicine and food.” Jamil says as he uncrosses his arms in front of his chest and reaches out to the boy. “B-but I just tried to steal your stuff! Why would you help me?” The boy croaked, thinking maybe their kindness was a trap. “Because I know how it feels to live a tough life.” You say with a sad smile as remember your time on the streets. He recognized that expression. It was the same as his mother’s smile as he watched her slowly lose strength from a rare disease. It was worry and guilt as she realized that she would be leaving her children to fend for themselves in this cruel world. Tears stream down his face as he sobs at your kindness. A small sigh escapes Jamil’s lips as he bends down and pats the child’s head. The boy, wishing for comfort, reaches up and clings into his arm, which surprises Jamil. After calming the boy down, the two of you go and buy the boy medicine and food for his siblings, which he was more than thankful for. After returning to the dorm, you made plans with Jamil to go back to town and check up on the child to make sure he doing alright. Jamil also suggests that he’ll cook some curry and bring it to them and any other homeless children in the area. It was then that Kalim overheard their planning, which lead to you telling the housewarden their encounter in town. Kalim’s eyes widen and start to tear up dramatically as he agrees to come along and help the children (much to Jamil’s disappointment since he’ll have to babysit Kalim, but he is thankful that Kalim is willing to help out at the same time).
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care for my kagepro au inspired by phineas and ferb across the 2nd dimension where they hang out in a dark undisclosed location and they all have knives
this is extremely over the top and supposed to be funny btw. ayano's plot hole plan that makes no sense doesn't work but from another angle. she gets spit back from the daze in the same way it doesn't make sense for her to stay in there and she's still in THE AIR FROM JUMPING so erm she shatters a leg and maybe her spine too. fun times. she walks with a limp now
ayano in the daze's like. but i wanted this -> i deserved this -> im guilty i got what i wanted though -> i deserve punishment -> this IS punishment -> but i wanted this (restart) SO in this scenario where she survived she's still struggling with guilt because she DARED try to take the easy way out when she knew her siblings needed her. so now she's edgelord I must protect my siblings i dont deserve my cape (edgily puts scarf away) also the eyepatch is for extra edgelord vibes but i think it'd be cool if she can't control favoring because she's so all over the place so it's always active, and since she feels so much regret she can only project that one memory of her jumping to ppl. sad. so she covers it for the sake of everyone.
because of ayano's survival it's evident kenjirou is posessed so ayano+mekatrio move out immediately and are in actual hiding from him. that's why they're at undisclosed location. seto brings mary with them. so ayano's like ok, saeru wants all the snakes together, they're all gonna gather anyway it's better to have them all in one place and have eyes on them. so she starts the gathering process herself. in this saeru is extremely just Out There cartoonishly taking over the city style i told you this is based on phineas and ferb. i told you. btw the joke is that it's insanely over the top. i just find it episodic and joyful.
also ayano's cold to shintaro because she can't afford to have her feelings for him distract her, she has no right to normal teenage girl feelings like a CRUSH. but shintaro still believes kano as ayano saying IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT was the real ayano which matches with her new behaviour towards him so he's extremely pathetic about it. he's with her through her entire recovery and becomes her right hand man which the trio HAAATE bc ayano doesn't let them do anything but shintaro can always come<3 their missions go from buying groceries to saving haruka and takane from the evil lab to kidnapping hibiya and hiyori. shit like that.
they get hibiya and hiyori and it's their BIGGEST PRIORITY to protect them because they're saeru's next target and if they can avoid having all snakes out it's by making sure these 2 stay alive. erm they don't wanna be there though. it's dark in here and you're all weird as hell. momo is tasked with babysitting them. she's not happy about it.
momo never gets her money controlled, dropped out from school since day 1 and the fame got to her head so she's kinda awful. she's the only one allowed out of wherever the fuck they are because of work she's literally the one paying 4 everything. toxic yuri situation with kido who has one side of their head shaved. you know how it goes. also kido acts rly tough like they're out there killing thugs and goons but mostly they just make food
takane is the medic in the same way barbers used to be surgeons in the middle age which means everyone tries really hard not to get hurt so they don't have to go to her. also saeru's whole Experiments on haruka and takane thing is a lot more evil and ermmm she has one less leg and she's permanently connected to a reactor thing of sorts so she's also the team's tech! woohoo!! it's unknown whether she got opening eyes or not because she has no idea how to activate it which makes ayano rly frustrated. same goes for haruka who has not woken up since aug 15. which is the main reason takane started watching youtube tutorials on medicine. get you a girl who will take care of you if you're in a coma and there is no access to a hospital.
seto and mary wield weapons for one reason or another. kano is extremely guilty about shintaro's guilt but also hates him more than ever bc ayano won't trust him anymore and now shintaro's the one knowing everything. probably some doomed yaoi in there somewhere. this is my evil kagepro au
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Hello :) please could I request a fic of giyu tomioka x hashira reader where they share their first kiss together accidentally and he walks away in shock from it and she thinks she’s done something wrong. He later approaches her and tells her he thinks it’s better that they stay friends, even though he secretly loves her and wants to protect her 💙💙
this is such a good idea but I’m making a happy ending bc I hate angst
Also just so y’all know I’m prolly not gonna write a whole fic unless it’s an event or something cuz I’m always busy but I’ll make sure yall get ur cute drabbles dw
Warnings: nothing just fluff cuz giyuu deserves fluff
How could I love on you? | Tomioka Giyuu
You’ve always been right by his side, proving to him that you truly cared. When he felt he had no one, you always appeared out of the dark. It’s like you really enjoyed being around him. He found it hard to believe that anyone could deal with his presence. But you, you liked being around him?
You certainly proved your feelings for him, catching him off guard by the touch of your lips. The two of you had only been stargazing when you brought your face closer to his.
He felt a fire light inside of him, warming his body and widening his eyes. It felt like eternity he had waited for this exact moment, the soft skin of your lips gracing his own. Almost a second after the initial contact, you had pulled away. He must have seemed shocked, or disgusted or something. You quickly began to scramble away, seeming ashamed by the act you just committed.
Tomioka was quick to basically tackle you to the ground, encasing you in the warmth of his arms. You both collapsed with a thud, his hold effectively shielding you.
“Why are you leaving?” He whispered, gripping you tighter.
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry” you muttered into the ground, fist balled up in the grass. Giyuu raised a brow, slowly lifting himself off of you.
You stayed face down in the ground, rethinking every decision up to this point. How could you have been so careless? So stupid? So driven by emotion? You felt stupid, you looked stupid, and you thought stupid. Your inner insults ran laps around your mind. That was until a strong pair of arms lifted you from your dirt sniffing position, placing you into a familiar lap.
Tomioka laid your head to rest on him, combing his fingers through your hair. His eyes seemed, awake. Not far off and distant like usual.
“Why apologize?” He asked, pupils staring into yours.
“I should’ve-“ You stammered, trying to avoid eye contact. “I should’ve asked.”
He shrugged, still running his fingers through your hair. “Yes, a heads up would’ve been preferred” he replied.
“But I did not dislike it..” he added, watching your eyes widen. “However, due to the current state of my work, I highly doubt we can pursue this right now.”
It was true, Giyu had a job to do. It wasn’t easy being a hashira, it would be even harder to balance work life and love life. Each mission he would disappear for days or weeks on end, never knowing if he would return alive. Your eyes soften a bit, content with his feelings but struggling with the reality.
“I promise” he suddenly spoke, his calm demeanor never faltering. “After this all ends, I will properly love you. Until that happens, I will protect you with my life.”
His words melted into your senses like butter, tingles prickling up your spine and stopping at your racing heart. You fought back the tears again, happy and sad tears. One day, he will come home to you. He seems sure of it, so you believe him. There’s nothing else to do but believe after all.
This was short and sweet, dawg needed a good-ish ending fr.
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hi, sorry if this is something you've answered before, but how did you get started with spinning? and do you have an reccs for beginners? i'm not a fiber arts person (yet) but i think the skills are mind-blowingly cool. i have a few friends that are into crochet also and while i don't do so i think it would be nice to be able to make them yarn etc :)! thank u <3
Hi ! I got started with spinning about 5 years ago now--I ordered a turkish spindle and some andean highland wool from knitpicks, tried it out, and really sucked.
Like. really sucked. couldn't even make bad yarn bc it just kept falling apart (due to undertwisting ! if your yarn is falling apart in your hands, it's undertwisted. there, i just saved you about a month of misery, if you're me lol). Put it away for a while, tried again, was still bad at it, rinse and repeat for about a year. eventually something clicked and i started being able to make more than like, an armspan of yarn before it became disastrous.
not saying it's that hard for everyone (i've watched some people pick it up in like... 5 minutes), or that it'll be that hard for you ! that's just how it went with me.
I do have some recs for beginners which will hopefully help ! (i didn't have this community on tumblr at the time, and didn't know there were forums on ravelry, so i had no community help or knowledge, which did not work in my favor).
Get a basic drop spindle with a hook on the end, if you can. Drop spindles come in many different forms, but the two main categories are top whorl and bottom whorl (meaning, where the circular whorl is placed on the shaft of the spindle). top whorl spindles spin faster but for a shorter period of time and can be more unbalanced. bottom whorl spindles spin slower but for longer, and are typically more balanced (physics, idk). everyone has their own preferences--i tend to recommend bottom whorl spindles to beginners because it kind of slows the process down, which can be helpful. if you've got a little extra money, buying a top whorl and a bottom whorl spindle could be a good idea. they're pretty cheap on etsy, esp if you get a very plain and simple one and just decorate it yourself.
spindle weight matters a lot. the heavier the spindle, the thicker the resulting singles will be. (singles are what you spin first, then you ply them together if desired). the lighter the spindle, the thinner the singles. this means if you get a very heavy spindle and try to spin something fine on it, it'll likely snap under the weight. and if you try to spin something thick on a light spindle, you'll be constantly flicking it and not adding very much twist (so it may just fall apart into sad fluff). my favorite all-purpose spindle for yarns that won't be particularly thin weighs about 2 ounces (55 grams). that will be too heavy for fine yarns, but works well for making like, worsted weight 2 ply. i would recommend a spindle somewhere in the 1-2 ounce range (30-55 grams) for a basic beginner spindle. once you get the hang of it feel free to go for the very light spindles or the heavier plying spindles.
don't buy roving for your first fiber. almost everyone does that, and many people end up with really low quality (and sometimes even compressed or partially felted) roving. roving can be great for spinning once you know what you're doing, but it's kind of... uniquely unsuited for beginners, in my opinion anyway. firstly because it is the most common preparation, it's not really treated with care by many companies when it comes to storage (hence the compression or felting). secondly, it's really easy to felt it in your hands when you're doing the beginner sweaty-hands-deathgrip-drafting-with-all-your-might thing (i'll get to that later). thirdly, again because it's the most common prep, there's a thriving market of garbage shitty roving, and it takes a little experience telling the difference between decent stuff and garbage stuff based on an internet page. I would highly recommend spending a little bit more money on a batt. this is like a large pillow of carded wool, which you pull strips off of to spin. they are sold in a far less-compressed state (which makes for easier spinning) and are, as far as im aware, made by humans with experience, rather than machines.
the breed matters a lot when it comes to spinning. some breeds have finer, more slippery wool, and some have grabby wool. grabby wool is better for learning (it means less of your yarn just slipping apart and breaking). some good beginner breeds are shetland, corriedale, jacob, romney, or other similar wools. the fiber market is inundated with merino (either a great thing or a source of misery, depending on who you ask), which is not a particularly good beginner breed (it's definitely on the slippery, finer side).
once you've got all your materials, it's spinning time ! find a youtube tutorial or a written tutorial (check your library for books on spinning. i have no recommendations--i did not learn from books). you could also check and see if there's a spinner's guild in your area. it depends on the guild (some are kind of, uh... snooty, for lack of a better word ? most seem pretty friendly and happy to help newcomers) but you might be able to show up to a meeting and get some help. ideally get some practice with the spindle first though.
lastly, some tips for spinning. A) keep the fiber supply held loosely in your hand, or better yet, draped over your hand so that the fiber you're drafting is only held in your fingertips. if you hold it tightly you won't be able to draft evenly. you may also compress and/or felt it by holding it, especially if your hands are sweaty. B) try spinning using the 'park and draft' method while you are learning. this is where you add a bunch of extra twist to the already-spun yarn (or leader, for the first length), pinch the twist to hold it in place, and draft fiber, allowing the twist to travel up the wool as you draft it. this is a good technique for learning because it isolates the actions of spinning, letting you focus on one part at a time. trying to keep the spindle going while drafting when you're brand new is not easy, and can lead to a lot of frustration and mistakes. once you've got the hang of drafting, then it's a great time to figure out how to do it all at once. C) work slowly and thoughtfully while you learn. what you're doing at first is twofold: you're figuring out the process and what works and what doesn't, but you're also building muscle memory, which is what spinners (really, pretty much everyone who practices hand crafts or hand work of any kind) rely on. i can get high af and zone out and spin and end up with a usable (sometimes even pretty good) yarn, because even when my brain isn't working, my hands know what to do. this is not the case for someone without the muscle memory. pay attention, step away if you get frustrated, and work slowly. as you build muscle memory, it will become easier and easier. D) your first yarns don't have to be good. they don't even really have to be yarn, as such--if you ended up with something thats rope at one end and thread at another, that's ok ! you're learning ! the purpose of your first yarns is just to teach you how to spin. if they look like shit, it's ok. (mine looked awful, for the record ! i don't think i've seen anything quite as bad as my very first yarn, actually. wish i'd kept it though xD)
hope this was helpful ! there's also this post about how to tell if your yarn is under or over twisted, which might be of use, and this post about finishing your yarn as well. and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or another spinner (the overwhelming majority of us are very happy to help a new spinner) for advice or help !
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Hi just wondering if I can ask this for modern warfare 141. How would the group be with a Mute! Military Reader? Who’s really kind and patient. Like their not deaf but just don’t talk at all because of some incident. so instead they can do ASL + body language and gestures?
Thank you love ur work sm!!!!
Yes of course! Please lmk if I get anything wrong and I will fix it. Could be seen as platonic or romantic whichever suits you.
This also ended up being way longer than I meant it too so sorry for that
Task Force 141 with a mute!reader
Price
He knew you were mute because of your file. He also knows the reason why because it was in your file also.
He wasn't concerned about it at all. As long as you were good at your job then he knew he would be able to adapt to your needs
(You're very good at your job)
The only concern he had was the fact that he didn't know a lick of ASL.
At first he relied heavily on your facial expression and body language. He could read you well, so there was rarely any miscommunication between you both
"Don't give me that look." He chided when your eyes narrowed. "You're training with Ghost today, go."
You didn't think to teach him ASL since you were able to communicate with him fine and you knew he was busy with a lot more things
What you didn't know was that he was learning it in his spare time as much as he could. Being the perfectionist he is, he wanted to get it completely right the first time without any mistakes to surprise you
On a day he finally felt confident in his skills, he caught your attention and began to sign to you.
You assumed he was trying to say something along the lines of "Look what I can do." but he kind of failed miserably at it.
You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't resist the amused smile on your face
It was one of the few times Price was embarrassed
However, you kindly showed him the right way to do it and when he did, you were so happy you got tears in your eyes
After that you taught Price when you could and he was grateful that you were so patient with him when he messed up.
He really enjoys your company, especially when he’s doing reports
You two definitely talk shit together in sign language when you know the others don’t know ASL
Will stand up for you if anyone even thinks about saying something about you being mute. He does not tolerate it at all
Ghost
Honestly took him a bit to realize that you were mute since he’s a little quiet himself
He just assumed you were intimated by him and didn’t like to talk him. It’s happened before
(You’re not intimidated by him.)
It was until he saw you signing with Price that it sunk in.
He’s not bothered by it at all and doesn’t ask why. He actually enjoys your silence sometimes and surprisingly it makes him talk more
He finds you easy to talk to
He reads you so well that he knows what your feeling before you even do. It makes it easier for him to know what needs to be done
“Let’s take a walk.” He would urge you to stand up when he sees a sadness creep into your eyes.
You two do a lot of quality time stuff together like but you refuse to train with him bc he always wins and he gloats
He’s not used to kindness or patience and when he figures out your are both of these things, he thinks you’re in the wrong field
He dares anyone to take advantage of you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he always lets you, but behind your back he will give death glares (and threatens) anyone who has
He doesn’t understand why you’re kind to him, even when he gets a little snippy or when your patient with him when he’s having a hard time
He learned sign language very quickly and you both have conversations in sign language all the time
Sometimes people think the room is empty because you both are in a deep conversation with each other
Soap
It took him a while to realize that the reason you don't talk is because your mute and not because your more quiet than Ghost
He honestly didn't care and thought that you being able to find different ways to communicate was pretty cool
He by far is the one that talks your ear off about anything and everything, only if you're okay with that though
He tries not to make it like he's just talking to talk. He engages with you and looks at you constantly for any input through your facial expression or body language
You always listen to him considering it's Soap, whatever he's talking about is usually interesting
He cracks a lot of jokes to get you to smile or laugh because if he can get you to do it then obviously he's the funniest in the task force
This causes a joke war between Soap and Ghost to get you to laugh, for your safety it's better if you run away from them because you won't be able to breathe by the end of it
He learned how to read and interpret ASL easily but signing kind of confuses him
Your conversations are often you signing and him just talking to you regularly, though he can say a few words back to you in ASL
Sometimes he really can't understand how kind and patient you are to everybody.
He doesn't get frustrated easily but sometimes something just irks him and he's in a bad mood while you try your best to make him feel better
Your so kind when he gets hurt he jokes that you're not actually military
"Giving me goosebumps, bonnie." He laughed when you pressed a gentle hand on his arm as you wrapped it with gauze.
He shares his drawings with you. He likes the way your eyes light up when you see drawings of yourself
Gaz
He caught on pretty quick that you're mute because he's around Price and you tend to be as well
That also means he learned ASL pretty quick as well and joins in on your shit talking with Price
It doesn't bother him at all. He's not very talkative or as quiet as Ghost, he's a good middle ground, so he really enjoys being around you when he can
He admires you so much, you have his respect because you're just really good at your job and even if you both were around the same age, he would strive to be just like you
He pays attention to your body language a lot but usually he goes back to signing or talking to you if he doesn't know what's going on
He very attentive to your moods though and will try his best to help you when you're not in a good mood
He's the best person to hang out with if you just want to do something chill
He tries to assure you he's okay when you worry about him because of how accident prone this man is
(Falling out of a helicopter twice is very concerning)
Both of you tend to be on the kinder side so you both have an understanding with each other when your empathy makes the job hard
He will always have your back no matter what, even if someone else is around. He knows you can take care of yourself but he wants to let you know that you're not alone
A/N: Hope you like!
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