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bruisedboys · 3 months

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hello!!! i saw that you write for bradley and i’m OVER THE MOON RN. could i possibly request a hurt/comfort fic with a shy!plus size! reader combo? maybe a first date scenario where bradley is super late to said date and reader thinks he stood her up or asked her out as a joke so she goes home super embarrassed like “why did i think i could be w him in the first place??” bradley is devastated because he’s liked this girl for so long and he just blew it but he’s able to get her back in the end 🤩 please and thank you!!

hello angel!! thank u so so much for the sweet request, I hope it’s okay! mwah

bradley bradshaw x shy!fem!plus-size!reader cw for body insecurities

You stare at yourself in the mirror, miserable. You haven’t cried yet, but the way your stomach looks in this top might be your breaking point. You’d actually felt pretty, earlier in the evening, all dolled up in your new clothes. But then you’d waited an agonising 45 minutes at the restaurant for Bradley to show up, only to realise he wasn’t coming and you’d made a complete fool of yourself. Now you just feel ugly and so, so embarrassed.

Why would he even want me? You think, glaring at your body in the mirror. You lift your top and squeeze a handful of your soft stomach cruelly, half wishing you could rip it clean off. He probably asked you as a joke, you suppose. And you were stupid enough to buy into it.

A single, hot tear rolls down the slope of your cheek.

You’re wiping at it angrily when there’s a loud, sharp knock on your door. You flinch. It’s enough to scare you out of your miserable state, at least. You freeze, thinking maybe if you ignore it, whoever it is will leave you alone.

“Y/N?”

Bradley? You recognise his voice immediately and your heart climbs to your throat. What is he doing here? Did he not just stand you up? Is he here to antagonise you further? You creep out into the entryway, where Bradley’s voice is clearer. He bangs on the door again.

“Y/N, honey,” he’s saying. He sounds stressed and a little desperate. “I know you probably hate me right now, but please would you come to the door? I really need to talk to you.”

You feel as though an invisible force is pulling you towards the door, towards Bradley. You don’t know why on earth you do it, but you lift a hand and open the door.

Bradley stands on your doorstep, in jeans and a nice linen shirt that doesn’t have an ugly Hawaiian print, for once. His aviators hang from the collar. He’s still strikingly handsome even though you’re upset with him.

“Y/N,” he breathes out. He lowers his fist from where he’d been rapping on your poor door. “Hey. Hi.”

You shift on your socked feet and grip the door handle like it’s your lifeline. “Hello.”

Bradley gives you a look akin to devastation. “Listen, honey. I’m so, so sorry about our date. I got caught up at work, and then my car wouldn’t start, so I had to— hey, are you crying?”

Unfortunately, you are. Why now? You think to yourself. Warm, salty tears spill over your lower lashes against your will. You scrub at your cheeks harshly. Bradley frowns at you.

“Hey. Hey, don’t.” He steps forward and takes your wrists in his hands. He encourages your hands from your face and replaces them with his own, thumbs swiping at your hot tears. He’s a hundred times more gentle than you had been.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “I feel like such a dick … I’ve had a crush on you for ages and ages and now I’ve made you cry.” He pulls you into a hug and gives a self deprecating sort of laugh, rubbing your back in quick, smooth sweeps. “What kind of loser am I?”

You sniffle. His hug is overwhelmingly warm. You feel a bit dumbfounded, and wonder if you’ve heard him right.

“You—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat and pull back out of his arms. “You have a crush on me?”

Bradley gives you a look of confusion, his hands on your shoulders. “Well, yeah, honey,” he says. His brings his thumb up to swipe at a tear collecting in the corner of your eye. “That’s why I asked you out.”

You blink at him. So … it wasn’t a joke? He didn’t do it to make fun of you? “I— are you serious?”

Bradley frowns at you. His eyebrows pinch in the middle. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Well, that’s the big question, isn’t it? You draw a shaky breath. “I don’t know, I guess because I’m not— I mean, I’m not really like other girls, Brad.”

Bradley continues to look even more confused than before. “So?” He asks, incredulous. “That’s why I like you so much, babe.”

What? This is not how you thought this would go. Why isn’t he getting it?

“But— but I’m big,” you say, feeling a bit sick. You don’t like to call yourself big, you know it doesn’t matter, but it’s the only way to make Bradley understand. “I don’t have a nice body. And. And I’m too quiet. I thought maybe you didn’t turn up because …”

You trail off. Because I’m fat. Because I’m shy. Because you’re lean and handsome and I’m nowhere near to being in your league. All things you’ve been thinking since he didn’t show up to your date. You don’t say them out loud, but they hang in the air between you and Bradley like burning hot stars anyway.

Bradley stares at you hard. You feel the heat of your confession on your neck, your cheeks.

“Honey,” he says, serious and sweet simultaneously. “Sweet girl. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”

You duck your head. The way he’s looking at you is too much. If he keeps this up you’ll be a puddle in seconds.

“It’s not your fault,” you say quietly. It’s not. Really, it’s your own for assuming the worst of him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Bradley says firmly. “I upset you, didn’t I? I’m really sorry.” He slides his hand under your chin. You know you have more pudge there than another girl would. And yet, you find you don’t mind his touch as much as you feared you would. “Would you look at me?”

Shy, you tilt your head up with the help of his gentle hand until you’re meeting his eyes. You’re struck, suddenly, by how close he is.

Bradley smiles. He’s so, so handsome you almost feel sick by it.

“I really like you,” he says, earnest. “So much. I don’t mind that your body is different. Everyone’s body is different, isn’t it? It’s not a bad thing, and I happen to really like how you look. You’re beautiful exactly the way you are.”

You blink rapidly. Your chest feels like it’s on fire. You don’t think you’ve ever been spoken to in such an honest tone, with such lovely words. It sets you aflame from the inside out. You’re melting, a lovesick puddle of a girl.

“I don’t mind that you’re quiet, either,” he says, and somehow he’s just getting lovelier by the second, and you can’t believe you ever thought he had ill intentions when he’s being so achingly kind to you. “I think I talk quite enough for the both of us, don’t you?”

You laugh, breathless. You’re hyper aware of his hand on your face, of his chest where it’s inches from yours. Normally you’d feel self conscious with another person so close to you, your insecurities on display in full. With Bradley, and the way he’s looking at you, soft brown eyes and a kind smile, you feel special. A flower blooms in your chest, rearing towards Bradley like he’s the sun.

“I’m so sorry for ruining our first date,” Bradley says in a low voice. He brings a hand to your waist. You feel his heat through your clothes. He’s touching you like you’re something precious, like porcelain or starlight. “Do you think you could give me another chance?”

Well, when he asks like that, you know you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

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night-market-if · 16 days

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Post Chapter Three

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silverysnake · 3 months

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Vielleicht hat schon jemand einen Post hierzu gemacht, aber ich habe (vielleicht) eine neue layer der Krankenhausszene in KdE (aka "Der Mittelpunkt der Welt" "Deiner Welt vielleicht") aufgedeckt und das kann ich nicht für mich behalten.

Erstmal, die Szene auf der Brücke. Adam und Leo sind auf dem Rückweg von der Party, Leo konfrontiert Adam nochmal wegen der Schramme an seinem Kopf. Adam sagt ihm was passiert ist, zumindest teilweise. Und dann geht Adam weg, verlässt das Gespräch. Um Vincent Ross zu zitieren: "Er geht raus aus der Kommunikation."

Und Leo? Der schaut Adam kurz nach, wahrscheinlich einfach nur sauer und enttäuscht. Und dann läuft er Adam nach. Man sieht es on screen nicht, aber Leo muss Adam nach einem Moment hinterher sein, schließlich sind sie in der nächsten Szene zusammen im Bunker.

Die Szene im Krankenhaus passiert einfach komplett parallel dazu. Leo konfrontiert Adam, wie auf der Brücke. Adam erzählt Leo nicht alles, wirft noch was ein um Leo zu verletzen, ihr Gespräch ist genau so unhilfreich und führt zu nichts wie es das auf der Brücke auch getan hat. Und wieder geht Adam, zieht sich aus der Sache raus, zieht sich aus der Konfrontation raus die wieder von Leo angefangen wurde. Und Leo? Leo schaut ihm wieder nach, starrt ihm hinterher. Aber dieses Mal läuft er Adam nicht nach.

Das die Szenen so parallel zueinander verlaufen ist mir vorher nie aufgefallen, und jetzt stellt sich mir natürlich die Frage ob Adam auch hier, wie vorher an der Brücke, erwartet halt das Leo ihm nachläuft. So wie er es vorher getan hat, so wie er es bestimmt schon viele Male in der Vergangenheit getan hat. Und das sie wieder in ihr vorheriges Muster zurückfallen, auch wenn da jetzt diese Worte zwischen ihnen hängen.

Adam hat sich sogar gut sichtbar positioniert. Klar, ich weiß nicht genau wo der Parkplatz des Krankenhauses ist, aber der Fakt das Leo ja recht nah an Adam und dieser Brücke vorbeifährt legt die Vermutung nahe das er Adam dort gesehen hat. Nur das er ihm dieses eine Mal nicht nachgelaufen ist.

Und Adam starrt ihm auch nur hinterher, wahrscheinlich geschockt das Leo ihr Muster aufgebrochen und einfach gegangen ist.

Ich finde Pias Reaktion bestätigt das auch noch. Das nächste Mal das wir Leo sehen betritt er gerade das Büro. Das Erste was Pia zu ihm sagt, ist: "Wo hast du denn Adam gelassen?". Als wäre es völlig selbstverständlich das Leo Adam mitbringt wenn sie zusammen rausgefahren sind, das Adam eigentlich immer an Leos Seite ist. Nur dieses Mal halt nicht, denn dieses Mal ist Leo Adam nicht nachgelaufen als dieser sich entfernt hat.

Das bestätigt auch irgendwie Leos Antwort. "Auf dem Weg verloren." Auf dem Weg verloren, weil er ihn nicht auf dem Weg aufgesammelt hat um ihn mitzubringen, so wie er es sonst IMMER getan hat seitdem Adam zurück in Saarbrücken ist. Vielleicht auch, weil er immer Angst hat das Adam wieder abhaut, so wie damals. Vielleicht läuft Leo ihm deshalb jedes Mal nach, nur dieses eine Mal halt nicht. Vielleicht hat Adam deshalb auch erwartet das Leo ihm nachläuft, falls das tatsächlich seine Intention war. Weil er es sonst immer getan hat.

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #keinen plan ob da schonmal wer was zu geschrieben hat #ich hab auf jeden fall noch nie was dazu gesehen aber falls es was gibt leitet mir das gerne weiter #ich bin gespannt ob da wer anders schonmal was zu gesehen hat #ich hab das gestern erst beim kde rewatch bemerkt und bin dann ein bisschen durchgedreht #bin ich ein bisschen am überreagieren? vielleicht #ist das beabsichtigt? fragwürdig wir sprechen hier immer noch von einem tatort #aber ja finde das ist auch einfach ne sehr schöne darstellung von leo und adams relationship #adam haut ab wenn es ihm zu viel wird besonders bei konfrontationen #und leo läuft ihm jedes einzelne mal hinterher weil er angst hat das adam wieder abhaut

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 months

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next chapter's summary makes me think this is unlikely but i hope mal loses his shit next chapter. he was already on the edge of losing his shit all day today (trying to kill valax, the talks about his fear of fucking up, even if u don't romance him and don't take the diamond scenes) and it draws my attention that the last panel was not MC being swept by the tide but mal's reaction to it (again, regardless of whether or not you romance him)

it's pretty clear to me that mal is fucking terrified of losing MC (or any of his friends) again and he's already carrying survivor's guilt the size of god, made worse by the fact that he's blaming himself for shadow nia. so to (possibly) lose MC again when he was right next to them? i really think it might cause a full breakdown, possibly of the crying variety but, from everything we've seen, most likely of the desperately violent, willing to do anything variety. i wanna see him jump right into the tide and almost get himself killed again. i wanna see him tear the shadow realm apart until he finally founds MC again (since the summary implies MC gets lost from the rest of the group). i wanna see him find MC and immediately try to fucking kill valax

and all I'm saying is: if there was ever a time for a shadow!mal reveal.....

#trying to manage my expectations rn because idk if it's where it's going but imagine. IMAGINE #it'd be so good #and they owe malmancers the full mal angst #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas2 spoilers #mal volari #mal x mc #choices book club

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c-rose2081 · 2 months

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Obedient (swapped AU)

*tw angst ahead*

“When Auds thought about her mistress, she could only recall a poisonous green haze and suffocating, ashy darkness. How many nights had she sat alone in a locked room, stuck under Maleficent’s power until the morning? How many nights did she spend drowning in her mistresses dark magic, only to be put to work till her bones ached once dawn broke? Enough, Auds thought. Enough. She learned quickly despite being so young. Behave. Be obedient, like a dog on a chain. Come at the mistress’s whistle and wait to be dismissed. Be a good servant, and it would hurt less. Would it be over soon? Do as the mistress ordered without question, and she might just live to see another sunrise.”

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Just some super quick Auds angst from the Swapped AU. Unlike Mal, who was built up by her mother to become the next mistress of all evil, Auds doesn’t have that luxury. She doesn’t thrive on the Isle of the Lost, as it’s against fate that she’s there in the first place. Maleficent isn’t kind, and Audrey isn’t Mal.

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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#oh THAT'S a thought#Dew visiting Ifrit and Zephyr's pillars#telling them about his day#about the new ghouls

EXCUSE YOU??????

In relation to this post and the incredible art by @floating-goblin-art (let me know if you don't want to be tagged in this and I'll fix it ♥), and my subsequent tags. Sorry Mal, I have a lot of thoughts about it.

Maybe they're not actually in there. Maybe they are. Maybe they're just stone. Monuments. Like graves. Not actual ghouls encased in whatever salt. That would be better. But Dew, honestly doesn't know. He was broken when it happened. Irreparably he thought. Sometimes he still thinks so. Especially on days when he wakes with a migraine, or an ache so deep in his bones he is sure it will never leave.

They're hidden away in a back room in the Abbey basement. Behind a door no one ever keeps locked. Maybe as a reminder in case anyone stumbles on them--this is what happens if you fail.

Dew still doesn't know why he isn't one of them. How he and Mountain and Aether escaped this fate and Ifrit and Zephyr didn't. They were all summoned by the same papa, in the same few weeks. It doesn't make sense, and trying to figure it out just makes Dew's head pound. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is that Ifrit and Zephyr are in this dark room with Alpha and Pebble, and the first air ghoul who must have had a name but Dew never learned it. They're with Omega. Dew tries not to look at Omega--his face drawn towards grief and horror. Dew doesn't like to think about what he must have seen. Instead, he sits on the floor at Ifrit and Zephyr's feet. They're together. Close. There is something like resignation on Zephyrs face, acceptance. Ifrit, on the other hand, is frozen mid yell.

Dew can barely stand to look at him.

The floor is cold beneath his legs as he settles in. He leans his head against Ifrit's leg. Cold and solid and foreign in a way that makes his chest catch. It never gets easier. He keeps doing it anyway. He imagines warmth. Conjures some of his own just to make it feel real. He thinks of Ifrit reaching down to pet his hair. Of Zephyr sitting next to him, carding bitter tears off of his face with their thumb. "They summoned new ghouls today," Dew starts. Voice thin and wavering. He opens his eyes but doesn't look up. He encases himself in memory. Pretends they can hear him--all of them. But especially these two. "They're ok. I guess. Nice enough. Got a multi-ghoul this time so that's something. He's pretty too--Ifrit would be all over him." Dew's heart aches.

"We're going on tour soon so I won't be back for a while. But I promise I'll tell you everything about it when I get home." Dew always runs out of things to say before he's ready to leave. He presses his face against Ifrit's stony knee, reaches a hand up to brush over Zephyr's fingers. He closes his eyes, breathes them in like he hopes he can still catch the faint smell of them. Ginger and Snow. All he smells is salt and ash. "Miss you."

#comet writes #this was just supposed to be thoughts and it became almost a ficlet #oops #dew angst #dewdrop ghoul #ghoul thoughts #comet canons #Mal ♥

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kainebell · 8 months

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ohhhohoh I cannot wait to see Mal……I want that man TORTURED and TORMENTED and UNABLE TO PROCESS THAT THE LOVE HE’S SPENT A YEAR MOURNING IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM….that man better be BROKEN!! his usual bravado gone!! a husk of a man in its place!!

#I eat angst like this for breakfast #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #and the reunion?? It better give MC rescuing Damien from Eros!!#mal volari

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erixadraws · 5 months

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I totally forgot about this sketch back when i was anticipating mc and Mals reunion 😅

#blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #mal volari #bolas mc #mal x mc #playchoices #if only it had more angst #made me switch to Aerin real quick #i get he’s going through it that’s why I’m still on the fence between Aerin and Mal #choices fanart #erixadraws

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raven-paww · 9 months

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did yall forget how obsessed i used to be with total drama

#nova rambles #art #total drama #mike total drama #mal total drama #chester total drama #vito total drama #manitoba total drama #svetlana total drama #angst

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lyxchen · 1 month

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So Leutis, ich höre mir endlich mal die drei Fragenzeichen an (weil das mir mit 19 Jahren endlich nicht mehr zu gruselig ist) und deswegen würde ich mal fragen ob jemand Bock hat ein bisschen zu infodumpen? So, was ist die lore? Gibt es irgendwelche ships? was sind die besten Folgen? Irgendwelche funfacts? Ich bin für alles offen <3

#die lore? das lore?#hintergrundwissen halt #ehrlich ich war wirklich ein schisser kind das hat mir zu viel angst gemacht #wir haben ne zeit lang im kunst unterricht in der schule so in der siebten klasse immer cds gehört und alle wollten immer drei fragezeichen #hören und ne das war mir schon da zu viel #aber jetzt zum glück nicht mehr #(ja ich bin ein drei ausrufezeichen girlie die fand ich immer super)#aber ich glaube mir alle folgen anzuhören dauert schon ein bisschen deshalb wollte ich mal so für den anfang fragen welche so am besten sin #und generell was man so wissen sollte #die drei fragezeichen #drei ???#lea's random thoughts #german stuff

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mountain-in-springtime · 11 months

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lying eyes

pairing: jake x reader, josh x reader | word count: 1.2k | warnings: kissing (?), implications and mentions of nsfw, cheating/infidelity | my masterlist

summary: the reader is torn when she must choose between the two loves of her life

author's note: so this is way angstier than anything else i've written, but i hope y'all like it anyway. i really enjoyed writing it. also, this fic is inspired by the song lyin' eyes by the eagles (as well as love you goodbye by one direction but to a much lesser extent)

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Your eyes slowly drifted open, vision blurry with sleep as you took in your surroundings. The room was still and engulfed by the darkness of the night, but you could make out your discarded clothes on the floor, paired by Jake’s thrown beside yours. A smile drifted onto your face as you remembered the events that occurred just a few hours earlier, but it soon faltered as you felt a familiar weight begin to find its place in your heart.

You slowly turned your head, careful not to wake the man beside you. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and his face was marked with the look of peaceful slumber. At this moment, you swore that he had never looked more angelic. You desperately wanted to reach out to him. You wanted to run your hands over his features and comb your hands through his hair, burning each one into your memory so that you may never forget how he felt.

But the longer you looked at Jake, the more you were reminded of why you shouldn’t be here. You contemplated pushing back your guilt and going back to sleep, allowing yourself to find solace in your love for at least a few more hours, but the sinking feeling in your chest grew until it became unbearable. You reluctantly peeled yourself from his grip, your heart breaking upon hearing a small whimper leave his sleeping form. As you crossed the bedroom floor, you tried to remain as quiet as possible, picking up your clothes and quickly getting dressed. Before you could leave, however, you heard the rustling of sheets behind you, followed by the voice of the man you were trying to forget.

“You’re leaving?” Jake’s question hung in the air. Fighting against yourself, you kept your back turned to him, willing yourself to answer.

“I have to, Jake. You know that.” Your voice was ice cold, and you hated yourself for it.

“No, you don’t,” was his response, barely above a whisper.

A long sigh left your lips as you collected yourself, forcing your voice to remain even. ��What other choice do I have?” you asked him. The question sounded like a desperate plea as if you were begging him for a way out.

He fell silent for a moment before giving you the one alternative you couldn’t take: “You could stay.”

You shook your head as tears began to blur your vision. “I can’t,” was the only reply you could manage. You reached for your purse on the dresser and moved toward the bedroom door. You told yourself that this was the last time. As soon as you touched the doorknob, you would be a new woman, a better woman, but your hand stopped short as Jake’s voice filled the room again.

“So that’s it?” he asked, “You’re just gonna go back to him and pretend like nothing ever happened between us?” The hurt in his tone was undeniable, and it broke your heart to know that it was all your fault.

You finally turned to face him, and you immediately regretted it. Seeing the rise and fall of his bare chest paired with the soft expanse of his relaxed stomach made you want to rush into his arms and feel his touch against you, but one look at his face solidified why you could never do so again. Looking into his pained eyes, you were reminded of your other love, and you knew that he would feel the same anguish if he knew where you were. That was the thought that plagued your mind as you nodded at Jake, betraying your own heart, and answered him with a quiet, “That’s the way it has to be.”

“So it all meant nothing to you?” he murmured as tears threatened to shake his voice, “I make love to you and share a bed with you, and it means nothing?” The questions were absent of any animosity, instead carrying all the pain and desperation in his being.

Warm tears began to roll down your cheeks as you shook your head. “It meant everything, Jake. You know it did.”

He rose to meet you and began his plea, “Then why does it have to end? I love you. Can’t that be enough for you to at least try? I know things seem messy, but if we love each other then none of that matters.” His hands reach out to grab yours, but you pull them away.

“Jake,” you answered, your voice reverting back to its cold infliction, “I’ve made up my mind. There’s nothing you can do to change my decision.” You looked away from him, reaching for the doorknob until his hand gripped your forearm.

“Wait,” he whispered. You turned to face him, and his hand found the back of your neck, pulling you into one final kiss. Against your better judgment, you melted into his touch. One of your hands moved to grip his bicep while the other found its way into his hair, tugging at the locks at the base of his neck. Small whimpers left you as he devoured you, allowing all of his passion to flow out of him. His hands traveled across your whole figure, knowing each touch would have to be enough for a lifetime.

As you eventually pulled away, you felt him lingering against your skin, afraid to let go for the last time. Making the move for him, you took a step back, removing yourself from his reach. “I’m sorry, Jake,” you whispered as your hand finally turned the doorknob, “Goodbye.” And with that, you disappeared behind the door, leaving behind the man you loved.

After a long drive home, your vehicle finally approached your driveway. You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, making sure to remove any smudged makeup that could reveal the tears you had shed earlier in the night. You pulled into the garage and took one final breath before turning the key and exiting the car.

For the second time tonight, you tried to be as quiet as possible, unlocking the front door and slipping into your bedroom to don your pajamas. Glancing behind you, you saw your husband’s sleeping form, his mess of curls unruly but his face relaxed and angelic. Your heart ached as you were reminded of your love left behind, and you prayed to yourself that you could save the love you had left.

Once clad in your nightclothes, you slowly climbed into bed. Your lover gently stirred as his eyes fluttered open. A small smile graced his lips, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, planting a sweet kiss to your forehead, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Josh,” you replied as you felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, “Sorry I’m back so late, me and the girls lost track of time.” The lie burned as it passed through your lips.

He softly shook his head, “That’s alright. I’m just glad you had fun.” He pulled you in for another kiss, his lips lingering against yours as they curled into another smile, “I love you.”

A moment of silence fell between you until you finally answered, mumbling a quiet, “I love you,” in return. You molded into his embrace, trying to find comfort in his arms as silent tears fell down your face, only stopping once you were fast asleep. And in the night, your husband found himself fighting back the same tears, knowing that your love was both one he had to share and one he couldn't live without.

taglist: @westernwoods @sunfl0wer-power @gold-mines-melting @alwaysonthemend @andtherestishistory13

#mal writes #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x you #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka angst #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x y/n #josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka angst #greta van fleet #gvf fic #gvf angst

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fandom-friday · 5 days

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A couple ways to get hurt this week:

The Hostage series, by @kybercrystals94

https://www.tumblr.com/kybercrystals94/746217418255384576/the-hostage-part-5

Listen - Kyber doesn’t go easy in their fics, so you can basically expect to get your heart shattered. But this little series has me on the edge of my seat, with the worry and anxiety of TBB after Omega is taken hostage. I can’t wait to see where this one goes!!

The Last Word by @ariadnes-red-thread

https://www.tumblr.com/ariadnes-red-thread/705732688009691136/chapter-one-burn-with-laughter-series

18+! I re-read the first chapter of this fic and I absolutely adore the way they wrote this awkward morning-after-drunk sex encounter between OC Mal and Fives. The “oh shit what did I do” morphs into some panty-combusting memories. The best part is that we see the memories from both sides and I tell you - the heat is THERE. 🔥🔥 The way she writes Fives is cocky, but also self-deprecating and perfect. ❤️ Love her version so much and intrigued by Mal. Again - can’t wait to see where this one goes!

Finally, Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49683310?view_adult=true

This one is about Echo almost dying on a mission and therefore heavy on the Echo Whump. Honestly it’s Wrecker’s guilt that does me in every time. Bring the tissues. ❤️❤️

OOOOH I love all of these. I've read The Last Word, and I LOOOOVE where Aria is going with it. Mal is FANTASTIC and I love how Aria writes Fives and his interactions with Mal. And The Hostage and Freeze Thaw both seem like PHENOMENALLY angsty fics that are going to curb-stomp my emotions. I KNOW WHAT I'M ABOUT. Thanks so much for sending this list in!

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rowananimus · 3 months

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The Past Haunts Ya

* I like this frame of FW Finn I did for my filler PMV. He looks like a kicked puppy.

Video of the PMV mentioned:

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* Also first time drawing and animating Huntress Wizard! Or in this case, my version of Farmworld Huntress.

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robin-buckleys-burner-account · 10 months

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things he lost

pairing: steve harrington x reader | word count: 1.8k | warnings: kissing (?), non-explicit/vague descriptions of nsfw

summary: after an unplanned run-in with his past love, steve finds himself reliving the memories of their relationship.

author’s note: this is my first steve fic!!! (yayyyy!!!) i really enjoyed writing this, and i hope y’all like it. i tried something different with the formatting, so i hope that’s not confusing. also this fic was greatly inspired by the fact that i listened to hallelujah (the jeff buckley version) on repeat for a while yesterday

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Steve lay awake, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to will himself to go to sleep. His bedsheets tangled around him as he tossed and turned, and his thoughts raced about his mind faster than he could even register. He told himself that this was all your fault, that if he hadn’t run into you, things could have stayed normal. Instead, he found himself fighting off memories that he’d rather forget.

He couldn’t believe his luck when you walked into Family Video. You looked exactly the same as when he last saw you, maybe even better, and he wasn’t sure which was worse. His eyes couldn’t help but linger on your form as you perused the aisles, unaware of his presence. He watched your head fall back as you laughed at your friend’s jokes, giving her a playful shove. Even in a moment so casual, you were beautiful, and it made his heart ache.

As you approached the counter and set down the small stack of tapes, your eyes finally met his, causing your smile to falter just for a second. He returned your look with a weak smile but remained silent, hoping to avoid what would certainly be an awkward conversation.

He proved to have no such luck, as you quietly greeted him. “Hey, Steve,” you muttered, “How’ve you been?”

A small sigh escaped his lips as he responded, “Hey… I’ve been well.” He paused for another second, considering ending it at that, but decided against it after looking again at your face. “You been okay?” he reluctantly asked, his voice low.

“Mhm,” you answered with a small nod, “Just got a new job at the bookstore down the block.” You smile at him, though the expression didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Nice. I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, his voice polite but more distant than you had ever heard it. He placed a receipt on top of the stack of tapes and pushed them toward you. “Well, there you go. Good seeing you. Take care,” he breathed out, walking into the back of the store before you even had the chance to respond.

He shook his head as he rolled his restless body over again. How could he let himself look like such an asshole? You had been so nice, trying to bridge the gap between you, and all he did in return was avoid you and run away the first chance he got. His hands ran through his hair as he played the conversation over and over in his mind. He hated this. He just wanted things to be back the way they were.

“Steve,” you giggled, shaking your head.

“I’m serious, babe,” he insisted, his own voice on the verge of breaking into laughter, “The Farrah Fawcett spray is the secret.” He aggressively shook the can of hairspray in his hand before surrounding his head in a cloud of the product. “See how good I look?” he asked, a smug expression planted across his features.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss him. He smiled as your lips met, bringing a hand to your waist and pulling you closer to him. You pulled away after a moment, which earned a small whimper from Steve. “Whatever you say, handsome,” you told him, your playful smile unmistakable.

“That’s what I like to hear, doll,” he answered, lazily wrapping his arms around you as a light giggle left your lips.

God, he missed your laugh. It rang through his ears, just as clear and bright as always. Hearing it today stopped him in his tracks. It was like hearing an old song for the first time in years. But then again, it didn’t sound quite as good knowing that someone else was your reason for laughter now.

“Come on, Steve,” your hand was firmly wrapped around his as you pulled him across the dance floor. He stumbled behind you, small chuckles falling from his lips.

“Alright, but I warned you. I’m a terrible dancer,” he told you, but you knew he was just giving you a hard time. What’s more, he knew he could never tell you no, especially not tonight.

“Doesn’t matter as long as you have fun,” you beamed at him. You took his other hand into yours as you began to dance with him, laughing and spinning about without a care in the world.

You looked so gorgeous in that moment, and you were so bright with joy that he couldn’t help but be in awe of you. Your hair flung about as you danced, and your smile never faltered for a moment. To him, you looked like an angel.

The song changed, replacing the upbeat tempo with a slow one. You looked up at him, and your hand slowly moved up to his shoulder, pulling him close to you. His hand fell to the small of your back, and the two of you began to sway back and forth in each other’s arms. After a moment, you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“Hey, doll?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah?” you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He grinned down at you, waiting for your answer.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “I had a great time. I got one hell of a prom date, too.” A gentle spill of giggles fell from your lips as he chuckled along with you.

He gently kissed the top of your forehead before replying, “I think mine’s even better.” He softly gazed down at you as you continued to sway against him.

You blushed at his remark, “Aw, Steve, now you’re just flattering me.” A small laugh left your lips as you tried to hide your bashfulness.

“It’s true,” he insisted, “You’re the best date a guy could have.” He paused for a moment, weighing over the emotions in his heart before speaking again. “I really love you, y’know…”

Your heart stopped at his words, your cheeks turning even redder than before and your eyes looking up to meet his. “You… you do?” you finally breathed out, “You mean it?” You searched his face for any sign that he was joking.

He nodded his head. “Mhm,” he hummed, “I love you so much.” You felt his hand on your back slowly move, his thumb drawing affectionate circles on your side.

A wide smile broke out across your features. “I love you, too,” you breathed out, “Always have.” You tilted your head up, sneaking a quick kiss to his lips before leaning back against him, holding him closer than before.

You looked so beautiful that night. So perfect. If Steve closed his eyes, he could almost feel the sensation of your kiss against his lips. He’d give anything to be able to reach out and touch you again. His body thrashed about his sheets, frustration running through him. The ghost of your frame weighed heavily on him, a painful reminder of everything he had lost.

“Steve,” his name left your lips in a soft gasp. You felt his hands rake across your figure, hungrily grabbing at your flesh and pulling you closer and closer to him. Deep groans tumbled out of him, pleasure overcoming him just as it overcame you. The two of you shared desperate kisses as you clung to each other. Everything in that moment fell away. All that existed was you and him and the love that flowed between you.

You fell against his chest as the throes of pleasure overcame the both of you. His bare chest rose and fell against yours as sweet words and praises fell from your mouth and his. You eagerly held him close, peppering his face with slow kisses.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” you mumbled, “So, so perfect.” You moved to lay beside him, your legs tangled in his as you lazily ran your hand through his hair. His blissed out expression was angelic to you. He really was heaven sent.

“I could say the same about you, love,” he hummed. His arms snaked around your waist, holding you against him. He had never laid with someone so gorgeous, someone so special to him. You were nothing short of a dream to him, and he prayed to never wake up.

Tears threatened to spill down Steve’s cheeks as the memory played over in his mind. He took a deep breath, willing them to stay bottled up. He cursed himself, wondering how things ever went so wrong. You were the closest thing to heaven he’d ever had, and he had lost you.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whispered, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “I didn’t want things to end up like this.” You glanced up to meet his gaze. His eyes were red, and he couldn’t quite conceal the way his body moved as sobs wracked through him.

“I don’t understand…” were the only words he could muster. He shook his head, his mind wandering over his every action. What had he done wrong?

Your hand reached out to him, resting against his knee. “It’s not you. I’ve just…” you sigh and curse yourself, “Things are different, now.” You looked to his face, hoping that he knew what you meant. Hoping that he understood that this wasn’t his fault.

“What’s different?” he asked, “I still love you, and… and you still love me. Right?” You could hear the urgency in his voice and see it in his face as he looked up at you. The desperation in his expression only grew as you remained deafeningly silent.

“Babe… please. Please tell me you still love me,” his voice cracked as he pleaded with you, begging for the answer you couldn’t give him. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing it tightly.

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, Steve,” you murmured, as a sob wracked through your frame, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry…” Your hand came up to your face, wiping your eyes as the tears continued to stain your cheeks.

Steve was near hysterical, words tumbling from his lips faster than he could process them, “Was it something I did? I can change it. I can be better for you. Just let me know what it is, and I’ll fix it. Just please… please love me again.”

A loud cry left your lips as you shook your head. “I can’t, Steve. I’m sorry. I just… I can’t,” the words felt foreign on your tongue, but they were true all the same. You wanted to be with him so badly, to stay by his side, but you couldn’t lie to your heart any longer. It wasn’t fair to either of you.

That memory was the most painful of all. He’d repeated it in his mind a million times, hoping that it’d change, that maybe this time around things would go differently. But he knew better. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn’t change the past. For better or for worse, his fate with you was sealed, and all that he could do now was lie in bed, mourning what he had lost.

#mal’s st fics #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic

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